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Odds they’re all against me
Squads they all resent me
Bars have to cement me
So devilish
God repents me
Never leave a bitch with the same face
Now i'm getting hit with blank space
Oh no I can’t recall
Money pool’s for me
I want it all
Going over your head while you’re in a drop top
Taking the legs from under you
With a fucking drop shot
Girl your overdressed in a crop top
You’ll lose your head when I’m off top
Insanity sues when nothing varies
Third times a charm what a Bloody Mary
Ain’t no god we trust, so welcome to the whose camp
What is love to lust, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no laws that’s just, so welcome to the whose camp
This is all on us, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no god we trust, so welcome to the whose camp
What is love to lust, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no laws that’s just, so welcome to the whose camp
This is all on us, so welcome to the whose camp
Satan believes in democracy
God claims to own that monopoly
Capitalists standing off across they see I be where the robbers be
I claim to bare it all and the robber barons wanna profit off the fact
That artists do or die for the dream most times with a knife in they back
I Rap they stare salivating guess I’m looking like a snack
Swear sometimes staring them in the eyes feels like a trap
Waiting for some paper work to be shoved in my face I can’t play that part
I take that dotted line eat it like a tic tac grab a suit by his throat
Ain’t no god we trust, so welcome to the whose camp
What is love to lust, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no laws that’s just, so welcome to the whose camp
This is all on us, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no god we trust, so welcome to the whose camp
What is love to lust, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no laws that’s just, so welcome to the whose camp
This is all on us, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no god we trust, so welcome to the whose camp
What is love to lust, so welcome to the whose camp
Ain’t no laws that’s just, so welcome to the whose camp
This is all on us, so welcome to the whose camp
(Welcome to the whose camp motherfucker ow ow owwww!)
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Time machine like apartment boi I’m trying to rent it
Break the door down kicking out the David tenants
Got the paper sign a line like a lease agreement
Sexy aliens girl I’m trying to freak it
Some got blue titties some are looking creepy
A spider with a vagina Id rather a Winona Ryder
Sipping on some space juice and a hard cider
Delete a text pictures of her chest put a Dalek to the test
Put to rest URS. is the best
Run it like the Grand Budapest
Madame suck the D like an Apple boi I do attest
I’ll let the crew do the rest
Hotbox blow the cess
Stargazing out the tents
Sun setting in the west
Sun rising in the east
Can of beans for breakfast
Now you know we feast
Faye valentine on me
Sonic screwdriver put her on her knees
Ray gun big dick energy
(WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH)
Fuck what they feel like
It’s young Link in real life
I show up and steal light
Her pussy is real right
Nowadays I need a liter to feel right
So I stay bent like Magneto and steel pipes
Five stars, bring out the wheel spikes
Wrap it and seal tight
Putting pack in a peace pipe
Cuz these wounds will not heal right
Gotta get it how I live
Only time I’m watchin waves is when I’m on the bridge
I don’t give a fuck, it is what it is
Demons outta luck, gettin rid of the script
Big drip, big sauce, Rick Ross rack of ribs
I’ll Stab your favorite rapper with a hatchet off a thizz
And I’m sorry for your loss if the shit you spit was his
All I ever wanted were some diamonds on my wrist
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I haven’t found my way
And nowadays, I drown away
Smoke until the pound is paid
Nowadays I only have these stained garments
If the room is full of paid harlots
Malnourished but ate what’s left
I couldn’t fuck the world but I’ll make her wet
Eyes on the prize chasing checks
I got the glist in my wrist, facing death
Guess it was meant
Look at what the cat dragged in
Always in a death stare like it had happened
The new aged Cesar from the back stabbing
But smiles on my face nothing bad happened
I’m not having the latter
I’ll fill your back with a dagger
Kill myself if I’m back in a stagger
I’m enamored in glamour
And I’m packing the hammer
So a killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
The sky is falling, imma make it faster
No father to my style, rest in power dirty bastard
Shoot into the crowd, cue the clapping and the laughter
Light a candle for the rappers getting served up on the platter
Like Salmon in the hands and mouths of forest born attackers
Flannel hailing from the clouds, hear it hit the rafters
Now you mad they went and gassed ya for the surgery that’s after
Urgently I’m burning tree in russian creme cadavers
Chernobyl shit, couldn’t tell you where my focus is
Hardly copin I’m just hopin all the drugs is over with
Now the flow and glow is all that’s potent in my showmanship
Goin toe to toe with captain falcon in the stolen whip
They gotta hold they nose until the wave is fountain thick
They Runnin out of breath hangin off a mountain cliff
Turnin purple in the face like grimace off a pack of piff
Went from passing spliffs now we fucking passionless
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone (BOW)
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
A killing joke if you laugh at the matter i'm gone
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I am the worst rapper overall
At 5”4 i still stand overall
Girls love me like jpeg loves his overalls
So much semen in me need a wheelbarrow for my balls
Bitches crawl
On leashes
I stroll through the mall
Cop spider man on ps4
Fuck in the stalls
Jackson pollock both walls
An art museum from the results
Blasting ahmad jamal
Qleen paper spin call me kabal
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Heard she thick as hell
But then daddy bought the tummy tuck
Fist up fist up
That’s a fist pump
That ain’t diplomacy
Catch me eating dim sum
This ain’t a protest
Dude this is a vortex
Florence couldn’t drown me (wet)
Skin made of gore tex
More tech more tech
That’s my damn city
Muni ride sitting high
Looking damn pretty
Who’s rapping? It’s URS. damn really?
Those dudes look like post malone
Most times they sit all alone
Dial up dial up
They still say you suck
Dial up dial up
Fucker pull up
Dial up dial up
We on that high speed now
Torrenting your mixtape
Put it in my garbage file
Full of it by the mouthful
Full of shit and your mouth’s full
Wall to wall til I’m out cold
All in all I’m doubtful
But who knew I could pull a vixen
If i pull a Mixon
Yes I’m full of fiction
Yet the show you're pitching
Doesn't work
I’ll tell you here
There’s nothing worse
Then the first time I got to get it in
Took her pants off slipped it in
Busted quick but kept it in
Then the condom slipped and I left it in
Fuck you too bitch tape it shut
I don’t know how you can hate my guts
In the camp I’m the funny fuck
Yelling Cheerio after my honey nut
I’m very paranoid and puffin stogies
Feelin like they watching
I stare into voids
When I see my soul
I think it’s up for auction
Synthetic joy from every drug they gave me without caution
I keep her wet she wants to keep my dick inside her pocket
Serpents with the toxins
And this sherm stick got me nauseous
The blunt is burning like a branded oxen
Opposition playing possum
Glowing like the sun on Slauson
I know my phone can hear us talkin
Fuck the feds I’m kratom coppin
Til I’m glued inside a coffin
Dial up dial up, if you hate my stuff
Dial up dial up, who gon take it up
Dial up dial up you can make it up
If you sit the fuck down and go ahead take this nut
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Yeah your bitches suck
Dial up dial up
Said my head is fucked
This sloppy top makes so much sense
Since I'm a mess and such
How many cans must I stack up
Bitch, I don’t blackout I Shabazz
That’s a Black Up
It’s been over since, “tonight’s match up"
Working through the callous to the calcium
On the cusp of atrophy or axiom
Modern man by day by night the rapper champion
By golly what God flow you know so water tight
How I see it going gonzo’s the only way to write
The best one-sided convo’s you heard in all yo life
Since a yout
All alone in my trivial pursuit was this a ruse Did I excuse or disregard all of the clues
Did I improve
Did this solemn set of solid solitude produce
The tune that'll modify my fate for Pac’s sake knock it loose
Haunted by the word I should’ve used
Is message lesser than or even equal to the mood
I’ll turn up wit yo followers
Turn em into follow-throughs
URSUS. fucked yo bitch, I just sent her ass to get the brews
Dial up, dial up
Bitch you ain’t no slut
Fuck double standards
Love is love we on that hippie stuff
And it’s been fun, like no really, no regrets
We’ll reconnect once you’re more than 56 kilobits at best
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This shit sound like a sonata
Blowing up on the tube but crashing like La Bamba
Del Toro to a rap monster
With a cold bitch but better than a lobster
Now I’m coddled with the water
Swimming like an otter when I’m rappin in vibrato
How many swimming pools to drown an Instagram model
Down a 40oz then she invite me in her romper
Blasting Wolke Sieben
Knuckles bleeding
Don't really need a reason to leave your stomach heaving
Torrents seed with many movie scenes
Jake the snake em
Break em
Abbreviate it you'll get DDTed
We demand royalties
Permission fees
No formalities
We just want your money
I may dress bummy
But don't worry honey
I can still fuck you nutty
Till your asshole runny
What didn’t kill you only wanted to confine you
Buckshot regret pellets lodged in a vine loop
Not a self-respect remnant left for the spotlight
Rooftop homicide now who got the lime juice
Addictions include; Modelo’s and yellowtail
Same black knight, white horse, different carousel
She said, I'm doing it and doing it a well
Cheating vegans on the weekend all it take is some scale
I’m taking the bail
And I’m taking the car too
Like I’m in the shadows how I’m living impromptu
Sonata no Mingus
Sweet berry wine got Jan on my penis
Start of my bar I’m just here for a good time
Or maybe therapy if I can’t do the crime
Take a face full of acid got a bottle of sprite
Everyday or exciting there’s a lot to indict
Viewer suggested
Psilocybin of preference
Ill advised to pry but albeit I’m kind of epic
I will survive, hey, hey
Long as I watch where I’m steppin
Straight to the point like
Alexa, “tell me how beautiful death is”
De facto Rap God, Sir Backpack Bourgeois
Pen classics in back sweat dead ass ask my wall
This prodigals followed nada but protocol
Fear itself in the fleshlight lubed in your cortisol
Lube in her box bout as dry as the Sahara
Afterwards eat like the mafia pasta and marinara
Hannah Barbara the way the bedrocks
The sinners verbiage sounds like a ted talk the weed resembles shamrock
Verses are akin to rigmaroles
Your verses are folderol
Neo Yokio toblerone
I carry the weight of every home
Every stone every cold
Where i roam
Becomes apart of me
Every chromosome
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I'm out for presidents to represent extraterrestrial residents
Adversaries at amateur hour powered my exodus
Back wit a vengi’, venti, cold-pressed pestilence
Went lukewarm turkey, more daredevil than derelict
Sitting on a bick as dig as this, have em be saying shit
Don’t make no fuckin sense, ask your older sis
Tea leaves and manga, bitch my diet strict
My patience is paper thick and real niggas don’t exist
Socialist media just digitizing the tabloid
Closet republican rappers alternate factoids
The silver lining’s I’ve arrived my rhyme writings going green
And I ain’t got no fuckin Android
Operation: advance the craft via penmanship
Op-ed: 2 left feet, proof of my innocence
Say my name, say my name without a chaser
I’m not a player I don’t post a lot or leave witnesses
On my door step bitches leave me coochie
Tryna seduce me
Like ima goofy
Saying take off the pink mask
It suits me
Slap her derrière and i take her ass to two trees
Order the chicken wings get a healthy side of blue cheese
Got her in my crib with some loose knees
Dick so good push her hairline back looking like drew brees
She saying we should date who me?
Line her up lots but never keep her long
Saved in my phone as loose leaf
I'm grimier than all of you motherfuckers
Girls assholes pucker
Take back shots up in the rucker
No rubbers we like that shit bareback
Scratch marks bite wounds down my bare back
Hairy as a cave man got a bear back
Y’all wanted nasty bars again?
Well the bear back
Y’all really fucking with the camp? then tell me whose who
Counting so much money should be living in blues clues
On my door step bitches leave me offerings
Gadaffi I got groupies surrounding me
If I sneeze bet your girl fall on her knees
Step to me get knocked back a thousand feet
On my door step bitches leave me offerings
Gadaffi I got groupies surrounding me
If I sneeze bet your girl fall on her knees
Step to me get knocked back a thousand feet
Standing tall got me knocked back
Clinched my fists and got knocked back
Forget what you hear it’s not rap
Forget what you hear when it’s cocked back
5.56 in these 16’s
I tried risky shit in my 16’s
I tired every bitch in my pickings
But I’m to die rich in this sick dream
Waking up but I’ve seen the day
Conviction lacking with everything I seem to say
I don’t even know how I can seem away
Every time I try but can’t seem a way
And Lately I’ve been feeling less than ever
With a few pennies to press together
No loose panties legs pressed together
Knockback before I wait on the next forever
I’m poppin four or five or I’m seizin
Forest fires to Eden
Still alive and I’m breathin
As a kid I’d lie for no reason I'm
Hydroplanin after I’m weavin, my brains
A haven for habits and demons
Bad Brains playing with bloody badges
Now thats scenic
On the track I’m bulemic
Basket case heathen
The fuckin reason they decided
That wasn't the last of the Mohicans
Fuck like a demon, between her thighs I’m feasting
And left her leaking
Comin out the Trojan like im greek scheming
Jackson Pollack on her collagen
Caught between 20 klonopin and common sense
Prolly blacked out like redacted documents
The way I’m acting comes with consequence
They said I’m better off rapping with a conscious lens
Now I’m back at the softball field shooting congressmen
Bombs mothball sealed and hardly ominous
This the highlight reel of a pill filled populous
On my door step bitches leave me offerings
Gadaffi I got groupies surrounding me
If I sneeze bet your girl fall on her knees
Step to me get knocked back a thousand feet
On my door step bitches leave me offerings
Gadaffi I got groupies surrounding me
If I sneeze bet your girl fall on her knees
Step to me get knocked back a thousand feet
Supposing days is sweet as sugar canes
Took a rap cliche then I flushed it down the drain
WhoseURS. oddish
Black nail polish
Chickies give me kissies
Cross dressing like I’m Scottish
Stuck in binary
Masculine or feminine
When I said the word bitch I never meant to offend
Two middle fingers at the Hollywood sign
Listen back to the single I was up in the times
Or ahead of em read in between the lines
Back to the video who I kill this time
A man in me who was a bitter enemy
Since I was a tot possessed feminine energies
Now I can recognize my femininity
How I was never happy stepping up to the tea
Now people gonna tell me how I’m feeling
That somehow there’s something that I’m stealing?
Please
On my door step bitches leave me offerings
Gadaffi I got groupies surrounding me
If I sneeze bet your girl fall on her knees
Step to me get knocked back a thousand feet
On my door step bitches leave me offerings
Gadaffi I got groupies surrounding me
If I sneeze bet your girl fall on her knees
Step to me get knocked back a thousand feet
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a culmination of talented and unique artists with bombastic trunk rattling production. recorded across a timespan of 3-4 month in late 2018, using the internet, the whose camp was born.
Members include: whose, URSUS., zech, sameflannel, hans, and kapeesh.
"whose camp was an experiment in both production and collaboration. a bunch of random rap weirdos coming together to create, constantly competing with one another with each forthcoming verse. I love the outcome of this twilight experiment, and it will always stay in my mind as the beginning of something beautiful."
-whose
notable tracks:
dial up (feat. whosecamp)
doctorwhoseisthis (feat. sameflannel, URSUS.)
released February 28, 2019
all songs produced, mixed, and mastered by whose
written by whose and listed features.
