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i probably meant to say a koala-flied!

I prevail in the long run like women's suffrage,

gettin dissed by Adam Stark doesn't have insurance coverage!

"if your weak, this rap game wil get you fucked so if your ASS-is-tENse, & you need ASS-istANce, then you shoulda stayed ABstinent!" my metaphor using these 3 words that sound the same & have the same amount of letters

"secretly contaminate al the food then let you choose to order ordeaurves or-dirt" 3 words that rhyme perfectly, and can make sense grammar wise to use in a row, plus its a deadly punchline, cuz if he doesnt know the food is contaminated then he wont choose to eat the dirt and he wont think hes in danger but wil stil die by surprise!"

Mindset Of A Dirty Rapper! 3/01/2013

I wrote this to try and experiment with compound syl able rhyming and something new.

I created punchlines by connecting words where the first few letters are the same!


"Haters better agree to my terms-&-conditions,

don't talk shit or I'l be on a murderous-mission,

I'l diss em to their face while in most instances disses prefer-to-be-distant, haters get evictions their mouths close im as mean-as-can-be, i can make even the richest critics zip-it so seamlessly,

you better change-routes to your safe-house before i take-out my TNT, im so sneaky when im creepi ing up in it secretly,

that even the top ten percent of the most attentive tenants tend to get dented when meeting-me,

it makes sense that im cynical since the central senate sent-in a spy to D.-I.-E., other rappers obnoxiously awkwardly copy-me but i end my competition cal me the worst-of-the-bunch,

you outta-be cautiously walking when talking-of-me or stark wil start stomping you when ur down you'l get served dirt-for-ya-lunch,

one of the many plenty perks of working-with-guns,

but it's also false-hope cuz your cursed-when-you-lust,

when me & hip hop met i was perfect to perfECT-this-friendship, the only dopeness opponents have is what I inject-in-their-breakfast, I'l send you to the holy lands thats the Methodist-method, my rhymes wil make you overdose unless this lesson lessens-the-meth-binge, y'al should know by now im the strongest contestant-to-contest-with,

homie your fucked like the concept-of-conception!"

Funny Ass Rap Volume 2! 2/05/2013

Pure comedy, dark twisted humor! But also I wrote perhaps thee most compound rhyming structures ever attempted! No dry spots!


"This is only meant to be funny:

it's a concerning journey me & hip hop merged-worlds-wit, i defer to disperse the words firm n donated my sperm to ya current-girlfriend, The girl you thought was hot-&-sexy,

now on to the topic that draws-up-envy,

her slot wasnt often-empty,

not knowin' she was blowin' my cock for a promise of a Mazda-Bentley, but I only gave her a toy car bitch where you think these odd impossible obstacles-get-me?

she must've thought it was awful-tempting,

im omnipresent to these wanna be model-peasants,

after destroying an annoying crack-house i blacked-out then got-arrested, one pound 7 ounces of tar in my large clogged-intestine,

trust-me nobody could've taught this top Dog-a-lesson,

the problem in my awkward trial that went wrong in the long-session, i DID tel the judge the truth. . i just forgot-to-stretch-it, so the storm of cops swarmed & got-me-arrested,

but i happen to have an elaborate-alibi,

i said that coulda been any rap-hasben jack-rabbit with a bad-habit-to-vandalize, caught off guard on tape i raged to say it was an arrogant-trial, then prepared i tried for American-idol,

apparently my fame is way more apparent-then-i-knew,

They shouted "hey stop right there square-in-the-isle,"

i timidly stared there-in-denial,

as i saw randy jackson giving Nikki-minaj a titty-massage, Nikki quickly hit-me & said piss-off!

hey Nikki if you wanna diss-me win a Grammy-first,

& if you ever do win-it give-it back to make us happiER, I'd have-ta mark that day on my lavender Calendar,

this type of info im not gonna release to the public,

that would only teach-you feeble people what a grudge-is,

i wil punch-fists & nudge-kicks to punk-kids who judge-this rubbishness, tunnel vision up in an industrial tundra prison

where i dare declare some of the dumbest-live,

showed up to drug deal with a strange gray bag of baking soda, to his dismay they tasted the display of the fake-coke-stuff, agged the 8 men to drag his face on painted pavement til he made the arranged payment but ay too late his brain's-broken-up!

the punk must be surely-dead-then,

NO SHIT! was that your first-impression?

was it the perverse action of this nerdy perverted person's worthless brain in one thirty third of a fraction that made you infer-ur-question?"

Funny Flawless Rap Flow! 1/31/2013

Pure comedy with flow! That’s it!


"I'm living lucky like a little 4-leaf-clover,

pack more-heat than a 40's-soldier,

poor sportsman performing for an adoring-culture,

too-bad most new-rap is overdosed with hopeless-quotes & corny-vultures, planning an extravagant takeover,

punk but-fuck that i aint gettin a day-older,

my blunt slash drunk-ass feeling like im on 8-folgers,

learn to burn sherm less take the-day-slower,

Hear bad news in one-town but somehow maintain the same-composure, have-the-green for gasoline my brain-takes 8-motors,

if my pace aint changed rates play-the-tape-slower!

death is overused, people asking Adam why have you brought-up-an-awful-topic?

its an odd-distraught-persona,

I got caught when i copped-the-product,

people need-to drop the drama-stop-it!

or i'l stock-up on pot from-ya-Mama's-pocket,

then put the potent pot-on-a-chopped-up-omelette,

i promise-im-an-honest-docta,

me losing a battle is like sayin a faucet-lost-it's-water, on my phone i often talk alot so i bought-a-pocket-charger, imagine havin' more ammunition,

than an-Atlanta-prison,

Half the staff cant stand my ass but my raps have-had-them-distant, trap the rats the cash I've grasped from rap-is-sickenin', R.I.P. cuz rap is precious im on-my-league,

on this topic im at the top-i-see (/top-i-c),

get the metaphor? If not get off this is hip-hop-hypocrisy, top notch non stop labels been offeri i ing,

photoshop crop my loft so its not on Obama's-screen, i cant let the president know where my residents' be?!

ever-since 4 I've been least-10%-G,

extra-vents to cover up the evidence-of-weed,

I've been-cleansed-see what did y'al expect-of-me?

pity people praise God but repent-the-priest,

Peter picked a patch of pickled peppers pretentiously,

weaker bitchass punks didnt ever wanna mess-with-me,

you say you aint a bitch but if the shoe-fits your Cinderel a, these critics are useless like citrus-mixed-with-vanil a,

spit til im toothless i inflict flip kicks-til-it-kil s-ya!"

Harsh Life Lessons! 1/14/2013

I wrote this to implement some philosophies of my own plus some that I invented. The punchlines are simple here, nothing complex. I also made the point that guns are not dangerous, they don’t discharge by themselves, so kids need to be taught about them, instead of being scared of them, for many reasons. Highlight for me: “stop dealing drugs and guns or your doomed, it doesn’t lead to anywhere good!”


"Your little in this league, thats why your going-to-stay-an-amateur, you don't make money you waste time like throwing-away-a-calendar, when life pul s me down, like a calculator im always comin'-up-wit'-somethin', my sales is like an elevator there always runnin'-up-the-numbers, the only time you should ever forfeit,

is if & only if your tryin to forfeit an orphan to a foreign home for-it, I move weight better than a fork-lift on the fourth-shift, you need to appreciate yourself but no you don't you just-hate-life, until a thug puts metal to your teeth maybe then you'l embrace-life!

i must be in Nashvil e, cuz its nothin but rough terrain i tend-to-see (/Tennessee), its ironic that i have to 'cross' paths with Satan to repent-the-beast, get-a-job, forget-the-mob, or end up eating prison-slob,

my words are rough & gritty it's too late to get a dentist-job, the solutions are hard to find, whether (weather) or not its in-the-fog, Learn to appreciate your ride be better than the simpletons, i hate it when people hate their cars just remember next time your kickin'-it & hittin'-it, be thankful you got-one cuz poor people that don't got-funds would be thankful to live-in-it!

i got some questions for you to think about:

is your life about checks & balances or balancing-checks?

do you live for the moment or think about what happens-next?

How many people are depressed & barely-know-the-reason?

How many people push barriers-from-Jesus?

How many people are buried-underneath-us?

These questions are scary-to-one-who-needs-love,

People need to unleash their brain's untapped-potential,

be done-packin'-pistols

before one-last-essential


cuz you run-past-this-info

you dumb-ass-resentful

punk learn that some-bad-peripherals

could end you sunk-back in drug-traffic-central

where no father could bring his son-back-from-his-doom!

kids need to know that grounding you doesnt count-as-abuse,

pounding you does but pounding back won't amount-to-a-truce, study hard make a success out of yourself,

let the best out of yourself,

read the right books throw the rest off of your shelf,

dissect a check accumulate the best out your wealth,

graduate col ege anticipate & acknowledge bout being passionate on passin'-tests to subtract-the-stress & surpass-the-rest!

impress your best adversaries,

learn from mistakes as wel as expand your vocabulary,

go the whole-distance,

repair al of your emotional broken golden-bridges!

parents need to get their priorities straight,

put your kids first don't add more-to-your-plate,

quit-drugs or get your body zipped-up cuz the path-your-finding is only advertising an absentminded fool who never had-the-time to give your kids the right income, that income is time spent with your poor kids if you don't their broke, then, get it together like a blind date with fate except open,

talk to your kids bout guns so i don't have to fucking read about any more of these ruthless-school-shootings!

lonely-ones toting-guns cuz of abusive-cruel-humans!

save the cemeteries from gettin' buried with various-crowds, any old new strong weak poor rich or extraordinary parents shouldn't have to bury-their-child!

I'd rather sit their-in-my-house comfortably not uncomfortably wondering about somebody's gun-to-be blaring-ten-rounds!

the bul ets don't just penetrate shirts-&-skin but what hurts-within, each life taken prevents any future generation of the victim's lifetime & beyond, so 1 bul et real y kil s about 99 times the impact that we-thought. ."

12/21/12 Mayans Prediction! 12/20/12

I wrote this the day before the Mayan calendar was supposedly suppose to end. I wanted to capitalize off of the idea that creating mass hysteria is a horrible thing to do to people, I saw people joining cults and kil ing themselves in groups because of this idea of the calendar ending, and it pissed me off! Some of my best rhyming was done here for such a short rap.


"On the date of 12-21-12. .

the mayans predicted-the-existence of the living would weigh-off, but what they didn't-predict was the intricate-prediction's infliction-of-chaos, if scared inconsiderate-ignorant-citizen's were aware of their relentless-sympathies wouldnt it pay-off?

dare to be timidly simply kicking the indifferent equilibrium off of the simplest people make the prediction no better than adolf?

both the mayans & adolf wanted the destruction-of-mankind, hence commencing somethin' that sunk-in to one-hundred percent of the center of each man's-mind,

quit vicariously-scaring-folks

with very scary generical y generated barely various-anecdotes!

dont let anyone with a ruthless-behavior,

ruin you for having a jubilant-nature!"

Kil ing The Competition! 7/13/2012

I final y decided to join the horrorcore genre! Where you rap and there’s violence! I did it to prove that I can adapt and do it myself no problem!


"Just started my rap career & someone tried to shut it down it felt like it was time-stoppin for me to be making a wide-profit,

went to his own house party & the guy-stopped-quick,

found the shit talker & hurdled a 9 inch knife in his eye-socket, then plucked it out & made his eyes-rotten,

the dude was so wack im surprised i could even make a dope rhyme off-it!

found another rapper talkin shit then i hide-in-his-house, jump out from behind the fine-denim-couch & hear him crying-out-loud, grabbed the stapler of his desk & started putting staples in his chest, no idea how pissed off ive become-right-now,

through his unconscious body over the front-gates & gave his clothes mud-stains before i hung him up-side-down,

hit the accelerator on my car until i felt his head-crushing-through-it with some red-musty-fluid

of another dead-fucking-human!

the second i get a little fame someone starts spreadin'-lies, some on the internet & some televised,

i hate rappers who make up lies & dont keep-it-truthful, so despite the competition we cant-keep-it-mutual so i have-to-see-his-funeral, so i made an incision with precision thrusting my phil ips-screwdriver to kil -this-rude-liar

who was spil ing-news-prior to that day, talking shit bout my raps in his wack tracks that lacks class & his rhymes stunk but it didnt stop me from putting a fast gash in his gas mask for that trash!

later a jealous rapper came up to me & first words-were-exchanged,

& then my nerves-were-enraged,

so a roundhouse kick to the temple put him on the curb-for-his-ways, although i didnt get the job done he was hospitalized takin'-through-municipal while my crimes were being investigated-by-Interpol,

stole the doctors badge & clothes to go undercover in the patient's room, to await-his doom,

he only needed a portion of the Succinylcholine

but i thrived to shove-in-the-whole-thing, he knew it was me & tried to push the security button but it was off cuz i cut-the-cord so that they couldnt come-in-&-support,

his nerves started failing but i wanted to give him pain-in-ful , thats how i wanted his last day-to-go,

i replaced his healthy I.V. with an open-straw of Propofol, he threw up & it soaked-the-wal ,

had a stroke-&-al i had to do-with-this-one is escape through the sewer-system, you wish this shit was a dream but it isnt-fake,

when it comes to rap careers I've ended I'm doing numbers like the city-bank, it aint a one man funeral its more like a city-wake!

rappers cant make friends its like our co-workers treat us like goat-herders, my helpful tips to hateful/ungrateful rappers is to just refrain from talking trash bout me or you know the consequences cuz the raps-i-say-we-know,

contribute to the fact that my rhymes are an entity of my active-raging-evil that wil kil the last-remaining-people

cuz of my aggravating-ego!"

Hater's Pride! 7/13/2012

This was an experiment I did for a fast rap to try and make people laugh while deciphering my lyrics.


"I was holdin' goldin' watches the size of dinner plates then got locked up with prison mates

reminiscing on the time i didnt waste

then helped the bitches make a quick escape

but because of twisted fate,

i never got out, it was a dream the shit was fake

quit jacking off, give ur wrist a break

my words are never sloppy

i cant change my ways cuz nobody ever taught me

i got a whole army of clones but youl never find a better copy my music sales accumulate quicker then garbage

im murderous & heartless

me against haters is a one way fight like the Persians & Spartans hip hop has moved on now people shouldve accepted the change stark is a contender with the best in the game

my rhymes stuck in ur head like it infected ur brain

so i wil rhyme the word stark a mil ion times so u remember the name to every hater dissin' on me i want u to know that im way better then u so play ur part & just accept that its true

i hate pussies that go beefin' when touchin' the mic

when they havent been punched even once in their life?

somethin' aint right. .

hip hop police fol ow me its my first time cuz im new to the chase punkass hater took 2 to the face

ur disses arent even trash, there nuclear waste

you haters stealing rhymes wondering who u gonna rob next?

im gonna rap & make some-pay one-day & then repeat the process i'l hit the pussy right out of the cop-dress

took a look at real rhymes i made

then you tried to decide my fate

but i diss everybody coming after me


international y

stabbing me for the rap i speak

im going home like Barry Bonds, but i aint swingin' the bat you couldnt pay me to quit music dont try to swindle me rat!

haters claim i kil ed hip hop when im real y the one who's bringin' it BACK!"

How To Win At The Casino! 5/30/2012

I love card games! Not the nerd ones but the card games for money! I don’t gamble very often at al but I love table games. I wrote this rap to give my take on how to win big. It’s like an instruction manual.


"(Chorus): I came to win! I'm makin'-this-money!

No one is takin'-it-from-me,

I came to win!

The Casino floor is my respected throne,

I go so much its like my second home!

I'm winning from the beginning' every inning im the Loudest-on-set, i'm gonna leave when i'm rich i got Houses-on-deck!

(verse 1,2,3):

i have a platinum players card, you don't think that i gamble-much?

When you wave your fist at me i can tel that hands-a-bluff!

When i was broke, my heart was fil ed with Animosity,

when it comes to different casinos i Travel-oftenly,

get money! get money! Im Latching-onto-greens,

amateurs play games like keno & bingo & red dog & penny-slots, you wont go home rich with those petty-thoughts,


thats where the fools-bet,

turn 2 vouchers into 2-checks,

the jackpot on my last-slot is louder then group-sex,

tried a smal casino at this country-road-spot,

take-it-from-me if your makin'-the-green its gonna be on the buffalo-slot, pul -tabs with do ful -jabs to your wal et i'm not for much-of-those-thoughts!

its a fool's bet, stick to card-games if you expect some hard-change, from blackjack to baccarat, its a balance-act like hacky-sack, if you know how to play & you summarize- my-tips,

then you can colorize-your-chips,

play big hands for a couple-rounds,

& don't be fuckin'-up your hundred-bucks when you double-down!

next is pai-gow,

it takes no hesitation, but rather a separation like eye-brows, pul out your chips & hit-em'-up,

take your seven cards & split-em'-up,

if you play smart, then the game isn't a true-dare,

play to make money like you-care,

in each hand pocket split up the 2-pairs,

so your less likely to result-in-a-tie,

i chose to gamble myself its my fault-that-i-tried,

& brought up my stack-of-chips,

which you couldn't do with a lack-of-wins,

if i'm heavy-loaded every-moment with chips then 3 card poker is where i have-to-sit,

smal er chips placed on the pair-plus-bonus, only smal bets on the optional part so you can stil tear-up-opponents, then place a big bet on the ante,

til the dealer places down 3 cards that you cant-see,

if you have at least a queen high then go-for-it,

but don't hold your breathe til you turn your throat-orange, bein' patient & waitin' while the game advances might make you wanna hear a lul aby, til you mummify,

but then you'l find out if the dealer's card can qualify,

if so then you just experienced vivid-greatness,

cuz you won chips in 3 different-places!

now there are over 40 bets you can choose from in the game-of-craps, but listen to my strategy if-you wish-to gain-the-cash,

make a field bet, you'l only lose on a 5 6 7 or 8,

plus a 2 is double 12 is triple so its better-the-rate!

or you can also make a place bet on a number that better-show-up, long as that comes before number 7-don't-touch,

dont waste your casino money on drinks, its not-about-the-bars, learn not about keno, learn how-to-count-cards!

take-risks, raise-chips, oh & if you haven't-learned-this, when security is nearing-me i'l lose my hand-on-purpose,

so they wont suspect me of cheating-the-odds,

scared players wil be retreating-the-spots,

get-al -the-loot, be quick-on-the-move so security wil wonder-where-the-crime-is, i wont leave the casino til i'm rich enough to buy a house made of 100-carat-diamonds!"

Untouchable Insane Rap Flow! 5/01/2012

This was a fast rap I wrote with many tongue twisters! Hard not to slip up, try it yourself at a fast speed as I performed it.


"In america our biggest problem is "my phone is gonna die"

cant you see how lucky we have it here? OPEN UP YOUR EYES

my attack plans i think-through to sink-you like a game-of-battleship, my aim-is-accurate,

i put my mind-at-ease cuz rhymes-like-these you couldn't create if your average back in the day people thought i couldn't-rap,

then after travelin' & battlin' & hasslin' & tacklin' the baddest-men' i proved em' wrong & wel look-at-that?

im a conniving cold case kil a with a wooden-mask,

your hook-is-trash

so scared of me you need therapy you couldnt-grasp

how now im lookin-past

the hate that i was used to getting back-in-the-day

my absurd words can merge turfs from rappin'-this-way

when i unleash my tactical impractical magical lateral rapid-flow to make my status-known i made a rap career without needing or receiving a witness resistance assistance or a lieutenants admittance to get-this interest as my penance i don't just spit-it cuz i'm vicious i have a sickness rhymes pop into my head outta nowhere with a flow-rare from corrupted-thoughts if i'm someone you come-across it'l be a troubled-loss

i'm dedicating this to the underdogs

soon i'l be front-page on one-stage that im ready to be rumbled-on like a kickboxer

or a shit-talker

fuck you if you say i spit-awkward

i was born-to-rap your now implored-to-ask any of my six-doctors!"

Silence! 4/23/2012

I wrote this to try and touch people battling depression, without actual y talking about depression. I always refer back to the title throughout my lyrics. I also wrote this right after my great grandma passed away, she was a real sweetheart. Highlight for me: “silence is the plan that THEY need!”


"My skul is so thin,

my ideas are golden,

silence is broken soon as words are spoken,

my heart is broken, when bad ideas are provoked out in the open, my friends I told-them,

now I have to scold-them cuz they ditched me like i sold-them Al my cash got lost in a living-nightmare,

I was sitting-right-there,

col ecting my-share,

cuz whenever I was broke & hungry my friends were never right-there, I stand alone in a fucked up position shut up & listen so I can explain to you what the pain wil do

i'm changing you back to the same old you

i'm feeling like my fame is through

every artist feels like hating mother fuckers want to disable you, Im changing the mood,

I ain't no longer takin' no losses

you'l get beat up in the process

yal sound like squeaky leaky faucets

in our picture I wil crop this

i'm a monster like the loch ness,

health insurance is a scam I cal that death with profits i'm that honest

if you don't believe me please rewind this,

My lyrics have backbone Im not rhyming-with-fear,

even if that means violence-is-near,

hopeful y no riots-this-year,

if you real y knew me you would know that im quiet-&-sincere, I guess that why they say silence-is-pure!

I want you al to control those sad lips,

im a living breathing rap legend with pro status,

I don't condone your madness,

just stop spreading hate that's my only last wish

For every hateful speakin ungrateful thinking person ive learned that if you look close enough as they open up you can see the jealousy underneath it,

If Your looking for the reason for the treason you believe in just know that you wont just find it in the chatter,

because sometimes 'silence' is the answer,

There isn't one person's heart ive touched that hasn't touched me back, people speaking hate need to fade & shut their fucking trap, Lets al show silence in respect for people that fight for progress, and they stand up tal like the long necks,

I wanna thank each & every one of you here tonight

Whose pure & bright

& clear in sight

You can see me when you look up to the stars

My body is no longer fucked up from the scars

Back then when I was up in your arms

I felt like something was ours

Since birth I was a determined baby

Stil stupid but learning daily

Hoping one day I can return to safety

& to everyone who's spreading hate, 'Silence' is the plan that THEY-NEED!"

Calm Down! 4/15/2012

I wrote this because I simply felt like I needed more content to present to the world, honestly. Highlight for me: mentioning Denzel Washington’s line in Training Day and rhyming with it-

“you disloyal fool ass bitch made punk!”


"I have a platinum players card, you dont think i gamble-much?

when you wave your fist at me i can tel THAT hand's-a-bluff!

i kept-it-low to get-this-doh, you think im just gonna forfeit-this-money?

thats like saying abortion-is-funny,

left-hook hows ya head-look? torture-this-dummy,



thats your shitty life i-just-described-it,

make you laugh-&-cry relax-your-mind in ample-time then i-bust-a-rhyme-quick, after al that its nothing but fuckin judgement-i-get,

you disloyal-fool-ass-bitch-made-punk,

get-spoiled-too-fast then get-ate-up,

ive been-royal with true-raps & get-laid-much,

i end beefs real-quick with a steel-fist then my mind makes real y-great-stuff, never take a different-route i eat rappers then spit-em'-out into sixty-eight-cups,

my sharp whit is what your fantasy-lacks,

my words are bul etproof you couldnt damage-these-raps,

ive been a rapper since conception

i gotta lotta weapons

in detection

of the session

i'l ruin your life if you beef with me like messin' with depression'

i cause a tornado with my aggression

im faster then you've ever-been

as soon as you start measurin'

im sure your head'l -spin

from the leverage!

i need to calm myself my blood-pressure's-low,


you try to freestyle then quit, ur new nickname is one-second-flow!"

Dr. Stark Mentality! 4/07/2012

I’ve always used the alias DoctaStark or Dr. Stark, and I wanted to create a rap to associate with it. Highlight for me: “doctor by day with a nice rap finish. . I’l put a hole in your head and throw an ice pack in it!”


"I'm tired of being broke, i should start sel in big keys like spacebars, forgive me, when I spit-at-times my-vicious-rhymes wil hit ya in the face-hard, rhyming battle grave-yard,

i'l steal your undivided-attention its about-time-mentioned i never take-hearts, when my songs sel my name-starts to break-charts!

yo since i became homeless im the best-in-the-box-now,

winning from the beginning every inning by technical-knockout, i'l spit in ur iris with a virus to start wreckin-ya-thoughts-down, even if u have extra-power i know every-bouncer so im gettin-ya-tossed-out, you'l get messed-up baby i'm quite-tough,

i could sel ketchup to a lady in white-gloves!

i dont fear-people im pure-evil like abusive-vil ain-comics, my raps so sick i can make your future-children-vomit,

by day im a doctor with a nice-rap-finish,

i'l put a hole in ya head & put an icepack-in-it,

im done tahday fuckin A your an obnoxious-drastic-whore im knocking-back-&-forth like ping-pong,

my crew hyped-the-game the only way you wont see that is if you type-my-name in bing-wrong!"

You Stil On That Hook? 3/17/2012

A cool guy I met made beats at the time and he told me to write a rap that utilized the exact words: “you stil on that hook?” So I did precisely that! At the time I had just won second place in a blackjack tournament, I was very pissed off. You don’t get a fucking thing for second place!


"I went from no-deals to a talented-artist,

i went from no-meals to having-a-harvest,

people say i'm goin'-bald?

Gee i'm SO-appal ed,

i'l put Rogaine on the back of my hand & smack you with an open-palm!

you must be expectin'-to-lose,

if you come up to my session-&-choose

to drop-a-rhyme


Im a rapper slasher slash serial-kil er

my microphone combine with rhymes is a lyrical-winner,

my hook is bomb like a nuclear warhead,

i'l leave that bitch's body bruised with a scorched-neck,

meat your maker even before-death,

any men makin' more-threats?

my method is expectin' perfection & not a score-less!

Haters cant diss me wit a rhyme they aint got my permission-to-speak, with under 2 reckless seconds of freestyle they'l be admittin'-defeat, Hip-Hop is a fad to some people but it's a religion-to-me!

you cant reach my status i rank-better,

tel me somethin', is it bad when your best friends are bank-tel ers?

money is everything dont fuck-with my green,

you better run faster that a cat climbing up-in a tree,

before i grab the nearest sharp object & puncture-ur-spleen, aint no other rapper been as hungry-as-me,

my rhymes wil kil foes cuz nobody wunted-this-beef!

i control the whole field like a farmer-crew,

it aint ever easy to beat-me its hard-to-do,

so if ur whole block want beef i'l turn your street into a barbecue!

al i have is my music i'm stil on my hook-shit,

my feral-rhymes wil paralyze em' then i win-brawls with good-kicks, spend-al n look-rich

without my hook, every hater wil then-fal n look-pissed


for those who respect music you better stay on my hook, if my lyrics got stolen you better take off like crooks,

Hook Line Sinker,

Good Rhyme Thinker,

lets plant weed seeds so the real crops can cook,

now ask yaself, you stil on that hook?"

Bank Heist! 2/21/2012

I wanted to make an action pact story! I wrote this without any complex writing, and I came up with some original gunfight action sequences!


"Don't fuck with us we've had a long day, stil bein patient & waitin to make our songs pay, youl have a troubled loss if ya come across us in the wrong way, so dont fuck wit us its been a long day started off my morning in court sittin in the defense chair next to my enemy who supports snitchin

& now im forced to be livin in. . poor conditions

he was gettin involved in my biz i told em "scram punk" i bet that fat fuck has ham chunks between his damn thumbs

but anyways now im broke i need to find some work to do

i hit up my partner in crime & he supplied the perfect clue a devious scheme & dimensional plot,

somethin unpreviously seen but gettin us guap,

so whats the plan how we wrecking the shop?

we entered the store,

couple warning shots started wrecking the floor,

he grabbed the hostage as i bagged the cash

took the employees wal et then chased the rat,

tackled him, put him in the corner spot,

no more run away witnesses gonna abort this shop, one of the hostages had the bal s to throw a bottle at me, dodged it, cashier tried to give me a crotch kick,

my man smashed the bitches head thru the glass & prevented the path of escape for the mosh pit,

no more trouble from our hostages,

our robbery was almost accomplished when,

al the sudden bul ets started rushin in the building,

44 calibur bul et hits the wal ricochets cracks the ceiling, no turning back we have our suitcase with half a mil ion,

the swat team negotiator got on the megaphone,

tel ing us to come out quiet our future is set in stone,

i look at my future in a way that says ya neva know,

my skimask shows anger but underneath it im sweating ferociously, wondering if a bul et hits how far wil the autopsy have to open me?

scary thoughts as i glared across,

taking cover reloading my magnum gizmo stil ,

crouching underneath a window cil,

we risked it al to get fast cash instead of getting a crum paid pension, i shoved a shopping cart to block the front gate entrance, i spot a target with flashbangs equipped, thats our concern one shot turned his face into a mashed brain quick, kil target confirmed, i set off some cover fire shots landed,

my magnum is steaming its got me hot handed, goddammit

al the sudden i looked up shouted quick,

swat guy crashed thru the ceiling dual wieldin as i kicked away his gun out his grip,

unarmed he pul ed a tactical knife out,

i put a twist on his wrist then maneuvered to grabbing the knife now

& used the sharp end of it to start stabbing his right crown, al the weaponry turned the building into a wasteland,

we needed a new escape plan,

i shot at the gas tank of the police van,

the van started smokin,

we ran out the barricaded door it was hard to open,

the van explodes with the next hit,

my man said to fol ow as he exposed the exit,

one swat member saw us running & they chased us thru the al ey, i was runnin top speed but my wound was bruisin badly,

we swam under the boats & headed north

set forth as we put the bag of money in the secret spot, beneath the dock, kept it there for a month, burned al of our clothing & other secret evidence, grabbed the money bag our mission was completed with excel ence me & my homie gathered our girls & started leaving pronto, our new permanent home is a beach in Cabo!"

World's Fastest Rap Possible 2! 2/12/2012

One of the world’s fastest rappers out to prove it!


"Lets go, make me room when im comin through,

Unless you want something bad to be done with you,

Im tight as fuck & nice enough to share a blunt with you, my ridiculous & meticulous rapid rapping is the lesson here,

Its about that time to kick it up to second gear.

Rhyming is super sonic speed its hard to go witness

I rap fast for exercise as my cardio fitness

Im sparking your interest

Im sicker then the diseases carried by bard old bitches

Im charging the fences

Hardly a menace

Party in seconds

Im marking ur deathwish

Smoking mc's so much im getting charged wit possession

Why should I start slowing it down

when Im the one whose holding the crown

im the king and the champion

with flavors like mandarin

posing for my mugshots with a savage grin

im travelin

with the tapestry

everybodys comin after me


international y

stabbing me

for the rap I speak

My words are charity there makin a difference

I saved rap to start changing ur interests

ho's comin into my room 24-7 with the daily admission

i fuck sluts a lot its a shady addiction

made wit precision

I love to rip it with acapel as

ive been seein so many babes & bitches I almost forgot the fel as I promise you are not sicker

im the top spitter

ur nothing but a cock sniffer

around me nobody is safe I'l leave the toughest guy in the place with the bloodiest face and check back in 10 days to see how long the sufferin' takes

dangerous rapper fits my profile just like the joker I'l leave em' with no smile I'm so wild other rappers need assistance like a kickstand I made 6 grand sel in' 6 grams and after 20 minutes I made ya girl switch hands

homeboy hit me up like you wanna hang bro? me and my bitches is takin' a stagecoach im coming up with great quotes I mean think about it I wouldn't say it if it aint dope?

I don't know how much annoying rappers I can be tolerating I mean shit I'm not complaining I just think I should have given them their proper trainin'

you better with guard ur back as i target that

ya boy stark ask him it aint real y hard to rap learn to stretch your rhymes like an anaconda or face the consequence I'l

grab the choppa and I'l have to drop ya

in the gutter I've suffered just so I could come back and rhyme more cleverly the bitches I live with wil never-leave until I get my next felony

then after-the-crime im smackin'-this-guy in the back-of-his-spine fuck his average-rhymes I know you a big fan big man but get to the back-of-the-line Im feigning many benefits by playing sega genesis my punches they wil never miss with treacherous elements a fel a gets for being a seldom bitch il tel em quick to sel a brick and maybe then we can tel if it's a fel owship!"

World's Fastest Rap Possible! 10/29/2011

One of the world’s fastest rappers out to prove it! Things real y changed for me once I wrote and recorded this rap, people honestly stopped doubting how fast I could rap after this! I was so proud of myself!


"Sticken my fist in the thick of the ground

as I wil enter the town

and you remember the sound

of my venomous rounds

you should be trembling now

yal remind me of camp sight

im so damn bright like a lamp light you lost in a cat fight last night thats right im livin in a half life blowin up like bagg pipes never havin stage fright stickin out in crowd wearin plain stripes im so dang nice

Who gives a fuck if I rap with unusual patterns

tryin to get to the top while maneuverin ladders other mother fuckers rap with the stupidest patterns

jus like a telemarketer there useless with chatter

sittin at the end of the table without using their manners bringing unscrupulous laughter breakin a smile takin a while

hiphop is my bitch im makin' a child

Adam Stark can spit so fast

you won't even get yo cash

you'l lose it or get broke fast

bic lighter to lit yo hash

don't be scared of me now

you aware of me now?

I'm tearing you down

blaring my sounds

like a merry-go-round

you wish you could do this

I can spit so fluent

grab a pen and get yo blueprint

scary ass schizo music

you think you can spit as fast-as-me

I cal that blasphemy

why the fuck am I rappin free?

yal should be taxin me

Im too far ahead of the game for yal to be touching me

you don't wanna be suffering

beef is anotha thing that you don't wanna bring

unless by beef you meant that you have an offering

im the only one whos breakin the necks taking the checks and making the threats fol owed by dangerous regrets

My rappin im attack wit moves faster then the bul et of a 50 calibur itty bitty amateur

these are the fastest words that your ass has heard

im leaving competitors stumped

sever their lungs dead in the trunk

its never enough im getting em' stuck I aint respecting you punks Speakin and feedin the browser with the power of a nuclear tactile missile wack rappers and backpackers need to have a dismissal

your rappin is lackin the action with tactics I have the practice and you has-been's haven't had this this is madness

your trapped in your building im tearing it down to the last brick yal must be on ritalin

ur equivalent to rat shit

once my rappin' start,

u wont wanna see adam stark,

after dark,

imma smack this mark,

my opponent's crappy bars, got me laughin' hard

no steppin' to me not even half a yard

ur a broke-ass,

u against me dont tempt me u got no chance,

to beat u i dont even need to use both hands,

i met ur girlfriend in bed with no pants

nobody is betta then this

im the fastest rapper in Winona to ever exist"

Rap Champion! 3/21/2011

I talk like a gladiator in a blood sport! Kil ing al who oppose!


"I'm the champion in the greatest of battle-leagues

stabbin' competition in the nasal-cavities

causing fatalities

if you got-a-sec i'l throw em' off-the-ledge just to show the principals of gravity I'm gonna get anotha win because i know i need this

i dont even need to know my opponent's weakness

i'l just punch him til his cheek-rips,

which wil render him speechless

I'm more than ur average punk-boxer

i dont need a gun-locker

to make sure the kil is done-proper

while my scared enemies are blastin'-the-pistol,

I'm showin my true strength by beating them into submission with a plastic-utensil I'm counting al my money, stacking-the-crystals

and after i git-those,

i'l prove that I'm not just a hasben thats-been-broke

I'm also a savage that-spits-dope

Stark is the rapper-with-sick-quotes

nobodys defeated-me-in years,

i'l stab you repeatedly-with-spears

til ur so broke ur seeking-a-career,

and secretly-in-tears

hip hop is my life, i deserve-a-stage

and if anyone tries to curse-the-name

i'l put em' in a dirty-grave

at an early-age

send em' to the pearly-gates to see if they deserve-a-space or else they might end up in satin's burning-place

one of the dopest rappers from Minnesota

i spit fast, but i can spit-it-slowa

in case u didnt git-the-quota

Stark is an honest citizen,

but did u ever stop n think of this?

that i can verbal y destroy u without using proper engl-ish then i say "bring-it-bitch"

causing me to start chopping-ligaments

without a single-fist, til

when it comes to u. . NOT A DAMN THING EXISTS!!

and believe me i'l be singin-this

til i git-my-wish

my enemies wil scream "help me"

then i wil jump up twelve feet

then kick his face in til he sees that fuckin' with Stark is un-healthy maybe i USED TO BE a mental-house-patient

living in a seven-pound-spaceship

in heaven's-round-basement

but stil my rhymes are alot better more clever forever and they are never-crowned-ancient Stark aint scared of any winy-chal enge

and if u take ur best written material thinking ur rhyming wil manage, my lyrics are cutthroat and wil cause untimely-damage

last but not least, if anybody want beef, i'l show u what a snack-is."

I Wish I Was A Kid Again! 1/04/2011

I wrote this to get a little bit personal for the first time. More importantly than that though, I thought of a universal idea! The idea that universal y is thought of by almost everyone at some point in time in their life- the wish to go back to being a kid again! No more bil s, no more jobs, no more drama, the world isn’t as scary, ect. Being able to create a universal y relatable idea is a concept that I love and I’m proud to have been able to do!


"Chorus: I wish i was a kid again

back then life was so different

i felt so innocent

back then i was winnin' shit

used to have nightmares and now im just livin' it VERSE 1:

i miss havin' recess

life didnt seem stressed

and i wasnt de-pressed

i didnt fit in with re-jects

back when failing didnt make me sadder

back when i didnt need a planner

back then grades didnt even matter

back when girls didnt hate the guy thats fatter

remember when detention didnt mean much?

remember when bul y's didnt pack a mean punch?

i wanna go back to when weird things were normal and real things were strange, i wanna go back to when i didnt have my feelings of pain

i wanna see my friend again before death was screamin' his name why did my friend have to die?

back then the pain wasnt trapped inside

back then i didnt feel like i was the last alive

back when people cared what i said, so i could rap with pride back before i knew about savage crimes

i wanna go back in time. . .

back then i didnt lose my buck$

back then when i didnt knew-i-suck

back when a girl loved me for who-i-was

back then i knew dudes i could trust



i miss back before i knew bein' ugly was my fatal flaw

back when i thought everybody obeyed the law

back before innocent people got laid off

back before i knew there was people living worse-er

back when my t.v. showed cartoons instead of people gettin' murdered back when it was okay for parents to see their sons' lose

back when our emotional states were unbruised

back before - i knew thugs owned a gat drawer

back when trying our best is al they asked for

back when i rol ed with the safest bunch

back before i knew what a stranger was

back when i thought the world wasnt danger-ous

back when Playstaion games was the only kind of shootings

back before i knew prison wasnt only in the movies

back then i wasnt the only one pushed

back then my friends werent rol in' with crooks

i miss back when suicides were only in books

back then it was okay to have my 'lonely bum' looks


Spit A Dope Rhyme! 12/05/2010

I wanted to rap a certain flow, and this is what I came up with!


"Lemme spit a dope rhyme quick

if you dont mind it

since i was 1 month old

i had respect for rap by the truckload

been meeting ladies with even more of those hormones (/whore moans) me and my lady with the door closed

what happens there, only lord knows

time is sacred, so why you waste it?

how come i come up with the dopest rhymes

when i dont have a smoker's mind

my mind is larger then a vacant island

i trust myself more so i stay inside it

only a hundred have been discover'd but theres a thousand ways to rhyme it tomorrow is yours, but today is mine

my raps are dark, but they wont fade in time

my life is my favorite ride

copy my raps and i'l slay the guy, make him cry and maybe break his spine girls stuck to me like they were magnetized

i dare you, to stare through, these naked eyes

i made my way through the line to save a dime

i'm, great with pride

i tel the truth even when i say a lie

i stay alive, because i cant find a way to die

i created your favorite rhyme so thank this guy and say goodbye i'l break your neck son

white noise you better respect em'

my rap skil s are on a higher spectrum

your favorite contender cant rhyme better cuz i wont let em'

reverse murder = redrum

to scare ya i never even cussed once

i dont need to bust guns, although i'd love some

put my rhymes in a trust fund

wanna take it outside i'l grab the gloves son

i'l knock you out with 1 punch num nuts you dum fucks yal suck much slum cunts wanna fight much?

i'l write stuff

my rhyme schemes so tough

dont talk crap, like he knew stuff?

i dont believe you a thug

hes so fake he probly bleeds blue blood

his best gat is lookin like a see through gun

your rhymes suck you NEED NEW ONES!"

Story About A Bad Person! 10/18/2010

Stil trying to figure out how to write a story at the time, this was my way of being vague but saying a bold statement. . that there are people out there that are so terrible that no one would miss them if they disappeared. Rare, but possible!


"His friends told him he was lazy as hel

theres 700 ways u can tel

u say u want help?

but u dont care about anyone else

found dope so u be craving a sale

but that means ur just playin' urself, waisting ur wealth, so lazy that even babys can tel

he has a crooked face

nobody should have to look this way

his dad left him so criminals took his place

a little bit of anger turned into a rookie fight

got pissed off, cuz he's a pussy right?

nah man he's just a pussy type lookalike,

fuckin' took his life

now he's on the run, with a lotta guns, never stopped at once, he's seen alotta stars but he hasnt seen a lotta suns

only once in his life, did he live a day happily,

back when mother and father were lovers with honor gettin' paid by the factory he got no love at al , even tho love is found thru the soul, he hates his neighbors and his stupid home,

he cal ed his ex-lover a stupid ho,

unexpectedly the next day was her funeral

less performin' for em', fewer shows

ignored so damn much, that the dudes a ghost!

noone cares about how the cold il uminates his stupid clothes, and his lonely stare, into NOwhere,

where ever he's headin' i dont wanna GO there,

this rhyming is SO rare. .

he ruined his life for a second time,

the lonely punk should check his mind,

throwing up, but the bad shit is stil left inside

now thats sick, nuthin more real then rap shit dont try and get to know em', STOP ASKIN'

he harmed every person he crossed paths with

he tried being a vil ain for a day,

so when the bil showed up he could support the pay,

she's dead, cuz of what he said, is there any more to say?

his common sense got lost again, it's torn away

he went thru life too fast he stil wishes for everything he would like to have, he got his dreams sliced in half

because he didnt take the righteous path

he's exiled like a communist during the red scare,

no matter who u are, regardless of race the darkest place which he was left there he took his last breathe of air,

before he col apsed at the death chair,

few cried, while the rest stared. ."


I Cloned Myself For A Rap Battle! 7/29/2018

I took punchlines going al the way back from 2007 til 2018 for this! In the video I use special effects to clone myself, where the ‘clone’ has none of my memories but has my same artistic talents and capabilities. So I prepare a round for a rap battle to use against my clone and once my clone arrives I battle him. He is forced to ‘freestyle’ his entire round of his portion of the rap battle against me while I unfairly wrote and prepared my round beforehand. Note, every single aspect of the video was scripted, nothing was actual freestyle. But I wrote the clone’s rebuttal round of the rap battle to make it sound like a freestyle. This battle takes a serious tone, a tone that the loser wil die! I used more complex and technical y more skil ed punchlines for the original Adam Stark who raps the first round.

However, I made the clone have a much better ending because he goes second, he goes last in the battle, right before the whole video ends. I wanted to make sure to have the ending of the rap battle be a memorable ending. Another strategic thing I did when writing and putting together these lyrics was how careful I was about insulting myself. I didn’t use some of my favorite punchlines about insulting a random hater’s manhood because that would hurt the clone as wel as the original Adam Stark in the battle as wel ! Some punchlines that are amazing that are battle rap lines wouldn’t work in this particular fictitious rap battle because it would insult both battlers in this instance. I made a very debatable battle, clearly picking a winner would be difficult. The original Adam Stark had some very

amazing technical y skil ed punchlines; but the clone (who was playing self defense) used some very cleverly ‘thought of’ concepts as to why he’d make a better person as a whole then the original version.

As wel as actual y referring to the whole fictitious battle in third person and saying how ridiculously sad it is for someone to be so desperate for attention that they had to clone them-self just for a video! See, this fake battle was written and performed so wel that it comes down to your personal preference and point of view to pick a winner. The point of this was that if I could clone myself, this is what I would do (without the part about the loser dying.) I would test out my talent to see which one would prevail. . my writing talent going up against my freestyle talent! Which one hypothetical y would win in a rap battle?!

Adam Stark's Round Lyrics:

"I am the original, bitch and moan al you want, I wil taunt you and flaunt too cuz I’m the version with vast strength,

Any punchlines that come out this clone’s mouth is because of me, if your wondering why that’s strange,

I’l teach you my audience, the problems when, if y’al real y feel lines (/felines) of his, then at that rate,

Besides myself as an exclusion, to describe everyone else I defined the solution. .

think: . .Copycat’s traits! (/copy cat’s traits)

If that went over your heads don’t dread, I’m saying y’al felines, of his, and he’s a copycat since he’s the clone you copy that?

If he drops mad raps that’s as hot as heated pots and pans that’s just pure deception, We may look exactly alike, but your insignificant making you just a mere reflection! (/mirror reflection)

My body of work is a landscape of astounding greatness,

Even if you put my life's achievements on paper, col ect boulders & become a landscaper, stil won't be in your favor Cuz Xerox (cuz ur rocks) couldn't copy my foundation!

I’l make you bleed just to make you clean it I’m fierce,

I don’t want blood on my floor! I’l make you use your tongue, because you are dumb, anyone think this is weird?

I’l explain, don’t look at me, and we can al watch this duplicate up here / dupe lick it up here!

When you in the ambulance on life support, I’l risk getting pul ed over just to ‘cut you off’

That’s a double meaning, your dead rookie, we’l cal you the ‘six feet underdog’

That was like a compliment, no more false hope,

Although, I’l bet finding discovering a dope rhyme of yours is as difficult as finding a hatless Waldo in a crowd of al bald folks!

Torture you, Tie you to a chair til you starve, let you choose to order ordeaurves or-dirt, You believe there’s a chance to move forwards Forsure, you wouldn’t wanna expect the choice of starvation, or dirt

so you choose the choice of perusing foods I offered you but notice something tastes extra saturated?

Wel , just when you thought you had a chance to live. . the food was secretly contaminated!

I'm very scientific with my internal teachings,

I'm not a priest but at the Last moment of Recognition there's Funeral (/few neural) readings, Not to mention your life was pathetic to begin with thanks to my cruelest plot!

Since you just became into existence, technical y your a 25 year old Virgin! While my dick has been used lots like car dealerships, my dick is used a lot like movie props, my dick has circulated and been used a lot like a nudie shot!

Your trash ass round coming up wil be entirely defective!

The only time I’d stop being a dick is if I retired as a detective Dissing you using the same exact 5 syl ables. . as far as your speed mental y not even your crawl's-pace-is-slower,

And as far as intel igence not even your crawlspace-is-lower!!

I'l hurt you worse than a paper cut from a greater pay stub before cashing in from making bucks, How badly wil I fuck your face up? Equal to or greater than: becoming grazed up, a rough embrace from a grenade thud crush your frame such to custom made-fudge crumblin' 8 cups to the point it looks like an inverted funnel cake does!

I can tel that there’s jealousy without embel ishing that you’ve become al bitter, try and transcribe this story before it’s delivered,

I have a beautiful girl puppy, I'l hand you a large picture, Pul out a shotty and buckshots to permanently put you to sleep, translation: You got 'bucks' to watch her and say goodnight, your a dogsitter!

KNIFE BARS! I should clone you again and wait til his placement is adjacent, Stab you both in the backs and where the pieces I cut off i could make an arrangement,

What's Adam thinking? - Makin' Vertebrae's slit! (/may convert a bracelet) Get it? Makin' vertebreas slit, may convert a bracelet

I'l take a sharp turn with a dul knife as I have an insurmountable insane thirst to draw blood like a shotgun to your neck like a beer can drinking game til your pigment changes and the wounds bigger then a broken piggy bank is and I mix powder to make it a citrus tasting drink creation simulation!

I love al my switch blades I use with ease,

when im stabbing its like a mousetrap, when my metal sprung, you get caught, & turnover looking like swiss-cheese!

besides you I got another enemy in my pocket, everyone knows to keep my enemies close so here's the prospect,

My knife ain't my friend, but I concentrate and watch as it wants to give you hickeys, my foe kisses on your neck! (/Focus's on your neck)

you may hate how my violence is formidably foreshadowing what is certainly concerning ya, the same knife I just used I'l slime with lube for easing (/freezing) it into your organs like hypothermia!

Now you can tel people what I did to you by kindly reciting my quintuple entendre, 5 implied meanings in one line to bomb ya,

My friend my age always stays way high over the shore by these pil ars I'm at and he's a stabber, So for your safety listen to my answer while you look in my specific direction and location, the problem: . .a Peer's hazard

(/appears hazard)

(/up here's hazard)

(/a Pier's hazard)

(/a pierce hazard!)

I just committed murder on camera for the sake of a made up grudge, Most of us can’t believe I’m insane enough and brave enough to say this stuff!

a starving cannibal would hate my guts!

Whether you wanna witness me suffering, or toast to celebrate my campaign,

after al of your broke ass’s threats remember one thing, you’l never bring the Champaign (/champ pain)"

Adam Stark's Clone Round Lyrics:

"Forcing me to freestyle when you already prepared, I’m at disadvantaged odds!

He knew he had no chance in a fair fight This is sabotage!

See, a good freestyle rebuttal is’ Smoking gun’ evidence. . Taking the steam out of your round is as easy as (*blow sound)

You directions are al over the place like your uncontrol ed emotions!

Damn so first you said you didn’t want blood on your floor. . then you stabbed me like 80

fucking times but what I’ve grown to notice is:

Wel , Damn you couldn’t keep your story ‘straight’ if you were homophobic!

I wil disregard your rules and orders and I don’t come in peace, I oppose your directions, better not Look at me sideways. . Bitch if you say im going 'down'

that's 'up' to me!

You should’ve just freestyled yourself if you were confidently ready for me, Remember folks he’s trying to show me the ropes. . if I failed to hang with him, that would be a

‘breaking news / noose story!’

Speaking of breaking news That punchline was amazing, yes?

Now since that punch was fire If I just stopped rapping and punched you, your face would be

‘hot off the press!’

He thinks I just look like him and have no talent of my own! Y’al knew this guy’s a damn liar!

Cloned yourself just for a video. .Sounds to me like, to be famous you’d do everything under the sun. . like a suicidal vampire!

Shit look I should be suicidal, greatly and everyone watching should concerned gravely, Because I have you to thank for the out of shape body and horrible hairline you gave me!

To be famous for anything at al , you go about it in the weirdest ways!

instead of making a clone, if you real y wanted to see yourself shine just bring a flashlight into a mirror maze!

I wish I could turn the 3 worded term ‘wack as shit’ into an actual adjective and patent it as a dramatic attack to plaster Adam’s ass with attached with an ampersand adding to command and

demand that any man that happens to have cal ed him an antonym wil be quarantined and for it: deemed hazardous for the bad opinion that was said and have it crammed back in his head as fast as a sled but also damaged as if it crashed on a bench battered and snapped off his neck til which that man would be dead, dammit!

Sadly I’m whipping your ass without knowing no info,

in a rap battle I get personal,

bars remind you of backyard basebal , ‘hits’ close to home!

For example, I don’t have any of your bad memories or regrets, I would’ve stayed in shape and kept my body toned too,

If I’d go have my own chance I would’ve lost my virginity years before you!

I’m not about to ramble about my dick like you did you fuckin' punk, I’l rip you apart like pumpkin guts,

You must’ve failed Sex Ed if you don’t know where I’m ‘coming’ from!

He probably treats girls like-objects,

guessing your like a pimp for broke women, but couldn’t win in a ‘dumb’ fight with-knowledge, get it, he's a 'homeless home wrecker', that's the only reason people would say he 'kickboxes'!

Your probably a failure to your parents of some sort,

I’l teach you a lesson as this ass whippin’ has him come forth, Stop acting like your some gangster drug lord!. . . You need to unleash your brain's untapped-potential,

be done-packin'-pistols

before one-last-essential


cuz you run-past-this-info

you dumb-ass-resentful

punk learn that some-bad-periferals

could end you sunk-back in drug-traffic-central

where no father could bring his son-back-from-his-doom!

You wouldn’t know what to do with a gun anyway! here’s a few reminders, You mentioned knives as your weapon not firearms, you decided To make me into the target to try neutralize it

But you equipped a crude appliance

For a gun fight, i wish you were wiser,

Besides if you did have a gat, you’d walk around with a ful clip bored (clipboard) I’d think you were a supervisor!

What’s even worse to me,

Is I bet he only learned how to freestyle, in case of emergencies!

Like if a lawyer plays the jury a tape recording of you in court then, You’d quickly freestyle your way out of it to distort it,

They’d play the tape that had your voice saying: “Yeah I shot the snitch in the face! Cuz he’s a major cunt!” he could deliberately instantly think of thee rhymes through a bul shit epiphany!

“Mr. Stark how do you respond?”

He’d be freestyling while he’s crying and spiraling like: “I didn’t say ‘yeah I shot that snitch in the face! Cuz he’s a major cunt’ I said ‘grab my chocolates in the bag, the peanut flavored ones!’”

Al the sudden the next audio tape comes out, his voice saying: “15 kilos of cocaine I sold at the neighborhood family diner!” Once again: “Mr. Stark how do you respond?” He would stumble and stutter fluttering out the words: “Oh I never said ‘15 kilos of cocaine I sold at thee neighborhood family diner’ I real y said: ‘get me 3 loads of gourmet rice bowls add cheese and waiter do ya have any wine sir?’”

See what I’m trying to teach is he didn’t learn to freestyle to be the best MC, He freestyled as a necessity!

As a survival self defense mechanism used for protection needs!

This ass whooping is your fault! Your creating disdain,

The only thing your best at is being a king/aching . . in pain!!!

A king, aching!

Since I’m here against my wil I’ve decided to change his future, Commit dangerous heinous crimes and easily frame this loser!

At the crime scene I’l leave used cigarettes with my fingerprints and they’l think it’s just ignorance,

You’l minutes away from serving a long prison sentence, livin' with a skinny cel mate, al you’d lift is a smal dumbbel , that's "Heavy time with a light wait," (/lightweight) (/light weight) Triple meaning bitch

Set myself up to fal , but he gets involved in a trip! Same difference!

But to everyone else, you wont be able to pretend that your face is in-a-cent (/innocent) like Abe-Lincoln’s!

Enough is enough! You got what you deserved when you chal enged me!

You created a human being, just to battle me,

That so fucking sad to see!

You’ve probably brought in rotten notoriety to your accomplices friends and faculty!

Big shame disdain immense pain to your family!

They should hol ering at you saying stop dreaming and come back to the real world this is damaging!

But your scared of the real world and you’d rather put yourself in front of a camera screen for some fantasy!

maybe for you having a split mind is excitin’ but You live in too much of a Two faced reality to face reality!"


Personal Trainer! Parody of Escape Piña Coladas song by Rupert Holmes by Adam Stark 12/06/2021


“I was tired of being lazy,

Being heavy set for too long,

Like overly enormous,

Body weight is so wrong!

So while I lay here eatin’

seeing gyms on the internet,

and in the membership column,

There was this trainer that said:

If you like peanuts and almonds,

And getting your body in shape,

If your not feeling gorgeous,

If your ass is not in shape,

If you like waking up at midnight,

if you choose to get in shape,

Then I’m the trainer you’ve looked for!

Find me, we’l lift weights!

I want to fix up my diet,

I know that sounds like a dream,

But me and my old diet,

Has been a gross and awful routine.

So I spoke to the trainer,

Took out my personal cash,

And nobody would know it,

This got me some flat abs!

Now I eat peanuts and almonds!

I’m lifting al of the weights!

I’m not munching unhealthy food,

I am sipping protein shakes,

I’ve supplied me with some cooking tools,

I can Cut through this red grape,

Then it’s the gym off of 10th Street,

Where we’l get my fatass in shape!

So I exited out my home,

And I got into the place,

I zoomed over to the front desk,

He said “we’l work on your shape”

It was this old buffed up trainer,

And he said, “oh, your new?”

He’s got workouts to practice at home with!

And I said, “I never knew!”

But I’l try peanuts and almonds!

And quittin’ al of my fast food chains!

And a feel for a Keto Drink,

Have my waist become fat drained,

I’l try waking up at midnight,

Then try to get in shape,

It’s the trainer I’ve looked for,

Run with him, then lift weights

If you like peanuts and almonds,

And getting your body in shape,

If your not feeling gorgeous,

If your ass is not in shape,

If you like waking up at midnight,

if you choose to get in shape,

Then he’s the trainer you’ve looked for!

Find us, we’l lift weights!

Now You eat peanuts and almonds!

Your lifting al of the weights!

Your not munching unhealthy food,

You are sipping protein shakes,

He’s supplied you with some cooking tools,

You can Cut through that red grape,

Then it’s the gym off of 10th Street,

Where we’l focus on getting your fatass in shape!”

Dump On A Train - Parody of Drunk On A Plain by Dierks Bentley 4/23/2015

I had this song stuck in my head one day, I looked up the lyrics and decided to write my own lyrics to the same pace as the original song. I made a toilet humor song that literal y matches the same syl ables as the song it’s parodying! That’s why I’m proud of it. I didn’t just write a chorus and write a certain amount of lyrics per verse, I wrote exactly the same length of lyrics, matching up with the same original song’s timing!


"I took two weeks vacation for somethin' to do,

A couple biscuits some fruit juice and lots of bad food!

I couldn't just listen to my doctor for heaven sakes,

I took a dump on a train!

I bet the smel ing through the aisles got people hazy,

Flooding gates of rivers to the seats that's right behind me, Now they've got plenty scentsy on to protect their nose from the pain, I took a dump on a train!

Cries and sniffs from everybody

Now the toilets overflooding

I never learn my lesson, squatting out my feces,

tourists wanna come and eject me,

Grieving over the stench their sniffing!

Told them about my condition,

I ate 30 dishes I've been shittin' for 30 minutes!

I can hardly talk, I might drown,

I just might die, and my socks turning brown!

I'l try Imodium to stop the pain. .

They al know I took a dump on a train!

I'l have this day scar my life forever,

Out of toilet paper, time for drastic measures,

Why didn't I see it was wrong to eat a three pound cake?

So hey, I took a dump on a train!

Cries and sniffs from everybody

Now the toilets overflooding

I never learn my lesson, squatting out my feces,

tourists wanna come and eject me,

Grieving over the stench their sniffing!

Told them about my condition,

I ate 30 dishes I've been shittin' for 30 minutes!

I can hardly talk, I might drown,

I just might die, and my socks turning brown!

I'l try Imodium to stop the pain. .

They al know I took a dump on a train!

On my way to the ER praying I've got the amount of cash,

So I can live to speak and say how I've healed from this gas, And when I tel the doctor happened to my ass. .

I'l say, I took a dump on a train!

Cries and sniffs from everybody

Now the toilets overflooding

I never learn my lesson, squatting out my feces,

tourists wanna come and eject me,

Grieving over the stench their sniffing!

Told them about my condition,

I ate 30 dishes I've been shittin' for 30 minutes!

I can hardly talk, I might drown,

I just might die, and my socks turning brown!

I'l try Imodium to stop the pain. .

They al know I took a dump on a train!

I took a dump on a train!

Train riders might be passed out!

Since I've got anus pain,

I'l cry now,

Cuz I took a dump on a train!"

Non-Rap Songs For Other Genres

I love 90% of old school hip hop, some underground hip hop, and some 1940’s music. So why did I write songs of other genres that I don’t like? And literal y sing them?? I was surprised to find out that it is so much easier for me to write lyrics for non rap songs! I mean, extremely easy by comparison! And people who know me wel thought that because of the the way I rap general y, being al over the place, that I could never write lyrics to the non rap music genre’s THEY enjoy. . wel they were wrong! Al of my lyrics to these various genres of non rap songs are perfectly sensible and they al have proper patterns to them. I don’t personal y think I can sing wel , however I have no problem holding on to long notes and my voice won’t lose it’s tone. I’ve practiced singing hard songs. Also I don’t use any bad words in these songs so that they can be family friendly for al !

Mother Nature's Mood Swings! 3/29/2017

This was my ode to Minnesota! The state where the weather is unpredictable! I’ve experienced al 4 seasons on Christmas before!


"I'm from a place I love and hate cal ed Minnesota,

Where you can catch a heat stroke fol owed by a cold rush, You need clothes for al of the seasons,

Shovels, rakes, mulch, salts and rags for similar reasons, In the summer i hate driving in the traffic, and in the winter it's a hazard to go faster, Rain sleet and hail on any given dayyyyy,

I've lost count of how many times I've slipped on ice on got frostbite on my faceeeeee, It was hot so I put on sunscreen,

But then I forgot one thing,

It's Minnesota where the weather is the strangest,

Walked outside and went right back in to start changin',

It went from scolding hot to a snowy spot and now it's rainin'!

if you haven't seen this your in for a strange vacation,

last year it was a blizzard, and this It just rained on Christmas Day with no explanation!

Mother Nature's mood swings!"

Family Campfire Song! 3/29/2017

This was my take on a country song! Sang with my deep voice.


"I better not get close to the campfire,

my skin gets sunburnt worse than a vampire!

We're the the kind of family that sings!

Can't put up a tent, but I'm known for pul in' some strings!

We'l need mommy and daddy's help to do that,

And if the tent is tipped, please gently move back!

Baked Beans put our circle in ruins,

It must be from al of that darn tootin', darn tootin'!

I woke up feeling profoundly scared,

I wiped my eyes and saw a bare naked, bear!

He chased me down with his mouth droolin' like a faucet,

I said I give up don't eat me and I threw him my wal et!

So I tried to get the fire going without cheating,

But that didn't work, my fire had the unemployment feeling!

Our dogs had been mighty quiet which meant they were up to no good, No kiddin? I found out they ate 5 logs of firewood!

I suppose I'l cheat and use the lighter for the fire!

But first I'l cal the vet and get the best doctor for hire!

Wel 2016 camping trips sure are strange,

We didn't put up any tents or get any fishing poles made,

But we had a handful of fun outside playing video games!

Thanks folks for joining us in our outdoor adventures,

Might as wel take our story and put this in a blender,

cuz' when I'm in the mix, it's a splendor!"

Blue Col ar Blues! 3/29/2017

This is like a 1940’s Jazz / blues song! I think I hit the mark here perfectly! I honestly love music from the 1940’s especial y The Ink Spots and El a Fitzgerald!


"I've got the. . Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar Bluuuuuuues!

I work every single day just to get paid,

Don't think I won't wage war on the wages made, Live by check to check and balance them everrrrry day!

Wait for taxes and when they come back it's just a shaaaaame!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar Bluuuuuuues!

Hard labor work I do for my savi i i ngs,

But not too long later I see it and start wavingggggg,

Wal to wal they fal and start cavingggggg,

Window shopping til my eyebal s one the glass are emgravingggggg!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar Bluuuuuuues!

My finances only matches with blue,

No other color wil do,

My neck wil never be nuuuuuuude!

Because I'm fashion inclined to this one color of mine, I got the Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar!

Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue Col ar Bluuuuuuues!"

Dinosaurs Never Paid Taxes! 4/09/2017

This is like a contemporary rock and rol song about something we al hate, taxes! How they never seem to be fair or make sense. We should be getting a TON more than what we actual y receive because if it wasn’t for us hard working honorable citizens than there would be none anyways!

So I related this to dinosaurs, which sounds sil y but if you actual y listen to the lyrics you can understand how my use of satire is effective!


"Dinosaurs never paid taxes! not even a penny, so why should i pay a dime? the system is upsetting

Dinosaurs had claws and tails, and i have lots of mail for bil s to pay right on time when their due, dinosaurs are extinct, so taxes should be too

dinosaurs were stomping and running, they were cunning when hunting, yet no one gave them payments?

dinosaurs have mighty-roars, they fought entire wars just for survival with no revival yet for me everytime my eyes-closed, i got another bil from my rivals!

Dinosaurs never paid taxes! not even a penny, so why should i pay a dime? the system is upsetting

Dinosaurs had claws and tails, and i have lots of mail for bil s to pay right on time when their due, dinosaurs are extinct, so taxes should be too

dinosaurs were massive giants, that lived on massive islands, and yet they never paid a single cent for rent?

from the jurassic to the triassic not one tax amount was paid or outed for the death penalties!

yet we pay for everytime someone breathes

Dinosaurs never paid taxes! not even a penny, so why should i pay a dime? the system is upsetting

Dinosaurs had claws and tails, and i have lots of mail for bil s to pay right on time when their due, dinosaurs are extinct, so taxes should be too."

This Poor Guy Can't Sleep, Spent The Day Dreaming! 5/15/2017

This song is a real y singy-type song! You have to sing every word to get it right! Plus it’s about another universal y acceptable subject: Day dreaming about succeeding/getting things you want!

It talks about how we al want to get things but there isn’t enough time in the day it feels like!


"I picture my future miles ahead, and yet I cannot change pace, A pictures worth a thousand words, yet when it's gone I can't save face, I can't hold on to my thoughts, and expect them to stay secrets, This Poor Guy Can't Sleep? I guess I Spent the Day Dreaming!

I lose every fight with my pil ow no matter how early,

I try and ask why buts it's a deadlocked jury,

The verdict is I think when I should be sleeping, and I'm sleeping when I should be thinking, I couldn't get the hint, even if my bedroom was winking,

I Work 60 hours a week just to make up a part of the slab, I think it's safe to say that sleeping is the hardest job I've ever had!

I picture my future miles ahead, and yet I cannot change pace, A pictures worth a thousand words, yet when it's gone I can't save face, I can't hold on to my thoughts, and expect them to stay secrets, This Poor Guy Can't Sleep? I guess I Spent the Day Dreaming!

I imagine if I was rich and I could try and buy myself a fence and keep only the 'do-gooders' in, and the 'do-badders' out,

I dream of having 100 cars, just like most of us, I bet only a few haven't now?

Al while washing down a cold stack of old gold with a blue ragged towel, Travel in my private spaceship over to a new Saturn town,

Then I'd sit on my throne in my castle and put on my large two-handed crown!

I picture my future miles ahead, and yet I cannot change pace, A pictures worth a thousand words, yet when it's gone I can't save face, I can't hold on to my thoughts, and expect them to stay secrets, This Poor Guy Can't Sleep? I guess I Spent the Day Dreaming!

I imagine owning a 5-star lodge,

Accompanied nicely with a private 5 car garage,

Inside is a pool plus some nice large spas,

The grass won't slowly stop growing until hundreds of acres later when my yard stops. .

Turns out I daydreamed again it was al just my bizarre mirage!

I picture my future miles ahead, and yet I cannot change pace, A pictures worth a thousand words, yet when it's gone I can't save face, I can't hold on to my thoughts, and expect them to stay secrets,

This Poor Guy Can't Sleep? I guess I Spent the Day Dreaming!"

Hate Being Late For Work! 6/12/2018

This is my Heavy Metal Song! I yel loudly throughout this song, and once again I utilize the handy tool of mine. . a universal idea that most people agree with! In this song it is the idea that everyone should have anxiety about: being late for work! That is a very scary thought for me personal y!

It’s humiliating to be late for work!


"Chorus: I HATE being LATE! Why is this my FATE!

I can’t get to work on time!

No matter what I try!

I can hardly get a grip!

I’m tardy every shift!

I need to work it outttttttt, or I’l be out of workkkkkkkk!

Woke up to an alarm and I hit the snooze! Oops!

Got in my car and I switch it to cruise!

Cars are in my way,

So I starting switching lanes,

Realized I skipped my breakfast,

I’m hungry and getting restless,

Final y made it to the fast lane, I’m thinking “that’s great” until I saw I missed my exitttttttt!

Not again! I screwed up and failed my timing once more! I real y have to get this figured out, Plan better for tomorrow and see what’s in store, gotta take a different route!

I HATE being LATE! Why is this my FATE!

I can not get to work on time!

No matter what I try!

I can hardly get a grip!

I’m tardy every shift!

I need to work it outttttttt, or I’l be out of workkkkkkkk!

Set 4 alarm clocks throughout my bedroom,

Cooked a pot of coffee to start off the morning,

Had my clothes ready and threw on my best shoes,

Then i saw my windows were down while rain was pouring!

I couldn’t get comfy, my butt was too soaked!

The water ruined my shorts and destroyed my new phone!

My job is sight now final y at last,

but I was stopped in my tracks

as I ran out of gas!

Not again! I screwed up and failed my timing once more! I real y have to get this figured out, Plan better for tomorrow and see what’s in store, gotta take a different route!

I HATE being LATE! Why is this my FATE!

I can not get to work on time!

No matter what I try!

I can hardly get a grip!

I’m tardy every shift!

I need to work it outttttttt, or I’l be out of workkkkkkkk!

I left before the sun rose to get a head start,

Coffee and breakfast on my lap, but that’s not the best part, I made every traffic light on time, no excuses today,

No traffic and I’m accelerating to a good pace!

I couldn’t see the lights on, for a second I froze,

No cars in the lot and the gates are al closed?

You should’ve seen my face shocked!

I came in on time on my day off!

I HATE being LATE! Why is this my FATE!

I can not get to work on time!

No matter what I try!

I can hardly get a grip!

I’m tardy every shift!

I need to work it outttttttt, or I’l be out of workkkkkkkk!"

Procrastination Fascination 7/15/2018

This is my alternative rock song! I sing lyrics in an emotional voice. I chose the subject of procrastinating because I believe a decent amount of people do it so they would be interested in hearing my song about it. The best part about this to me is the funny thing about my chorus here. . I sing and hold notes for a long time with words that would never be used for a singing-type of chorus such as singing: “organize your schedule!” I mean seriously, who would hold a long note on the word schedule?

Haha come on I think that is real y funny, but I did it to stick out from the rest.


"Woke up, rol back and forth swinging my mattress,

Bounce off of it and spring into-action!

Cook up my breakfast slow as I can,

Took up like an hour and a half,

Sitting at my desk with 100 things to do,

Feeling mad and stressed, I’m just not in the mood,

I feel like I’m glued to the chair,

Make my way outside to get some air,

But that doesn’t help with time,

Because al my jobs are inside!


Procrastinating is more fun then finishing chores up, but in the longgggggg runnnnnnn, it won’t HELP!

Change your ways and make ittttttt work forrrrrrr youuuuuuu, that is the truth!

You never know when busy things that matter wil interfere, so organize your scheduleeeeeee, please be smart!

Change your ways and make ittttttt work forrrrrrr youuuuuuu, that is the truth!

Arrived barely on time to my occupation,

Ended scarcely my first operation,

As it was time to move to the next,

It was close but I avoided the hal way,

I just chose the annoying long way,

The job is relentless, absurd and mundane,

I wish to get through my work before my lunch break,

Procrastinating didn’t make my work load plummet,

So aggravating, i was thinking with my stomach!


Procrastinating is more fun then finishing chores up, but in the longgggggg runnnnnnn, it won’t HELP!

Change your ways and make ittttttt work forrrrrrr youuuuuuu, that is the truth!

You never know when busy things that matter wil interfere, so organize your scheduleeeeeee, please be smart!

Change your ways and make ittttttt work forrrrrrr youuuuuuu, that is the truth!

Invited folks over for a get together,