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1. sneaky sneak

  • Published: 2015-07-06T19:22:07Z
  • By poopscout
sneaky sneak

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2. Sneaky Sneak?

Sneaky Sneak?

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3. Sneaky Sneak

Sneaky Sneak

During its five year course, BBS has made an arrangement of amazing songs and covers. Here you can download all the classic BBS songs that has been used on the channel for half a decade.

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4. Sneaky Sneak

  • Published: 2012-11-13T07:48:57Z
  • By tman09
Sneaky Sneak

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5. Sneaky Sneak

Sneaky Sneak

Jeff Penny's album Skyscraper.

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6. Sneaky Sneak

Sneaky Sneak

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7. Sneaky Sneak

  • Published: 2017-09-03T10:48:56Z
  • By Timmeh
Sneaky Sneak

Made it for my Discord server event thing where you can get a Creative! role when you make something original

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9. The Master

The Master

From the forthcoming Uzi Muzik mixtape. Lyricz: Uh... Uh... It'z Heinrich, but you can call me “the master” Style so sick yo, they thought it waz cancer Razorblade flow, I'm sharp az a dagger And Lazër made dough so I got me some swagger I'm tooled up, now stop with the chatter Or get your brainz blowed out, I'm cockin' the hammer You run your mouth, you'z a walking cadaver It'z 'bout time your old man taught you some mannerz Yo... get the chalk for theze bastardz If you're soft I'ma catch ya slippin'… like I tossed a banana You seen Hammel at the top of the ladder Hell, I know you pissed, so I brought you some Pamperz You'z a goner, I have to probably chop you in half I love slaughtering anonymous rapperz Bang out till I'm locked in the slammer Only place I'm gettin' served'z at a Taco Cabana, hey Think about what the fuck I'm sayin' to you idiotz! Dayum! The blonde bomber iz back, about to launch an attack The Robotnik of rap, a sonic assassin I'll body a cat at the drop of a hat It'z like guardin' Durant or boxin' Evander My abdominal jab make you fall to the mat That right hook wipe you off of the map, uh You'll think twice 'fore you talkin' some smack the next time Muhhfucka, I can promise you that, look Come here and polish my nadz, the economy'z bad You need a job, it'z the obvious answer 'cauze you are not gonna last for too long in this game I'm too strong, I'll demolish your ass, huh? You ask the hospital staff to help you swallow your mashed potatoez From your jaw that I fractured Occupational hazard, phenomenal grammar I'm settin' an impossible standard Y'all cannot fuck with my vocab, bitch What?! Fuckboy MC'z, y'all a dizaster Y'all'z what they make them colostomy bagz for So full of shit, 'bout to cauze me to slap ya For thinkin' you'll could match my astonishing stature This how it feelz to get stalked by a raptor The game'z so lame, make me wanna get plastered Throwed off my ass, grab a bottle of Jack or Some vodka and swan-dive off of the rafterz I'm goin' deep, hotter than magma Flowin' underground since 'Pac waz a dancer Since Cool J done walked with a panther I been had funk like your sockz in the hamper, uh You want war? I'm a army commander Run down your whole damned squad in a Panzer Gang-bang a few hoez, rock a bandana Adios putoz, hasta mañana Hey yo, throw some effectz on me I'ma sing on theze foolz I iz Hammel Heinrich Boy I done told yo' ass once, suck my white dick Don't try to bite my shit Homey, you know I goes hard, like a nightstick They call me Sneaky Sneak, Sneaky Sneak But I iz Hammel Heinrich Yo, it'z over for y'all Put the mic down, step away from the booth Uzi Muzik, bitch Get used to it Takin' y'all beatz, and I make 'em better Holla

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10. The Sneaky Sneak

The Sneaky Sneak

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11. Chun Li (Sneaky Sneak Remix) - Man Factory feat. Lazër

Chun Li (Sneaky Sneak Remix) - Man Factory feat. Lazër

Produced/remixed by Hammel Heinrich a.k.a. Sneaky Sneak. Original song and lyricz by Man Factory. Lyricz: China! Fanz everywhere put your handz in the air It'z a Man Factory and Lazër family affair Round One, fight! Chun Li stay, Chun Li stay, Chun Li stay in your country And stay away, stay away, stay away from my airplane M. Bison might be sick He want to fight a chick But Chun Li mighty quick And she have lightning kick The monster kill her dad He got her feelin' sad So now she ask to fly And pilot have to cry I couldn't bear to fly you to fight another man (Thailand) Bison'z mean, Bison'z bad, Bison fought, killed your dad I know that you would like some revenge Well don't we all hate his gutz? But I like you way too much Round Two! Chun Li wait, Chun Li wait, Chun Li stay in your country And save your game, save your game, stay away from my airplane Spinning bird kick! (repeatz) This iz the Rhineland remix Lazër... M.F.... It'z not a game I could've sworn somebody told me you liked me too It'z drivin' me wild, I got to know, tell me your smile ain't no joke Rumor haz it you've got a crush But if it ain't so, tell me the truth, so I can get over lovin' you Chun Li?! … Yatta! Now get your dance on, get your fight on Get your dance on while I get my rhyme on So keep your pantz on, we got a time-bomb This be the Capcom Chun Li fight song What a mess This damn plane'z a pain, guess it'z the price of success Chun pressed the start button That'z when I learned that my heart wazn't made for such stress A gut-punch would suck less Than flyin' her to fight Bison, ugh, I'm obsessed Probably failed my drug test High az hell seein' hon' in her dress, I confess Rulebook sayz you can't date the pilot But if I quit, you can't go, and I won't be a pilot no more I know this iz in my best interest But your spikey wristz, bogus hipz, rapid kick, I'm lovin' it Round Three! Chun Li stay, Chun Li stay, Chun Li stay in your country And save your game, save your game, stay away from my airplane Stay away (repeatz) Spinning bird kick! (repeatz)

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13. Dry 'em Off (Freestyle)

Dry 'em Off (Freestyle)

Uh oh! Guess who muhhfuckaz? Sneaky Sneak... I just drinked a Red Bull, niggaz! I ain't askin' permission, I'm hackin' the system It'z Double-H back in this bitch and... All the barz go hard, but that waz a given For yearz I been trapped in a prizon Now I'm out, and rapperz iz wishin' That they could see me but they lackin' the vizion And the precizion, and the spectacular diction The fact iz, I'm dope and theze amateurz izn't Word, I keep catchin' 'em slippin' Bring somethin' to the table or get your ass in the kitchen Attackin' my victimz, smashin' their shit in Bash your cranium till half of it'z missin' Since the planet waz spinnin' Sneak been rappin' non-stop, I think I haz a condition And if you wack with your spittin', I stomp you out That boy bad like he ran with the Pistonz I'll whip your trick ass, we at an impasse Damn, the kid haz skillz, he a gym rat Kick phat rhymez, they on Slim-Fast Spit plastique, blast MCz on impact Look dog, your shit'z trash, just forget rap You and hip-hop? That'z a mismatch Grab a six pack, sit back, watch me get cash I been runnin' game so long I did lapz Quick, dash when that A.R. Spit Sneak shootin' everything like J.R. Smith, uh You ain't even on my radar If you a star, I'm a muhhfuckin' quasar, bitch Finna knock the Earth off itz axis Cassius Clay rapz leave you on the canvas MCz iz past tense You catch me? That'z like a fat chick landin' Brad Pitt Outlandish, straight madness Below-average rapperz take damage Now go fix your face, get bandaged I'm goin' in till my ass collapsez 'cauze every time I write a rhyme on a page Or climb on a stage, I feel like I'm in a rage But no afro puffz, foolz act so tough Till they hear that click-clack, sho' nuff I will crack thoze nutz, the rap Tchaikovski I know it make you mad, you not me You can't bite my style, but when I drop my album Feel free to go snag a copy Bitch, I'm a boss, quit tryin' to floss If Hammel get any more sick, I'ma cough Any more shotz, I'ma get kind of sloshed Now I'm through wettin' up theze kidz, dry 'em off Uzi Muzik... Hahahahaha!

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14. Place Ya Betz (Freestyle)

Place Ya Betz (Freestyle)

Hey yo, I told you I'm through playin' with you fuckin' idiotz You like them Mother Goose lyricz? Stick to that radio bullshit Yo, yo... Yo, this iz not a brag, I got a lot of swag My nutz big az fuck, so I gotta sag 'bout to light this joint up, you want a drag? Kill the beat and leave the track up in a body bag Some people don't like the boy They jealous of the lifestyle I enjoy Been buyin' all typez of toyz 'cauze I alwayz had cash like Mike Sirois And I might destroy a MC talkin' 'bout he got “better skillz” Roll on him like a fresh set of wheelz Catch him at that stop light, hop right out Knife out, now shit iz getting real, my machete killz Somethin' in the waistband you don't wanna taste, fam I ain't got the heat... I beat you with a paint can Sneak, he a made man Y'all motherfuckerz more fake than god damned spray-tanz And all I see'z red, make you eat lead I'm in that Lambo like Cheezeheadz Puttin' holez in your dome, drive-by'z till the beef dead Niggaz in the 'hood give me street cred' Yeah, Sneak said it, and you can quote me They can't take me out this game, I'm Kobe Even with a broke knee, I won't leave My limp just look more pimp, I'm O.G. And y'all dudez thought Lazër left, heh... Nah fool, I faked my death I'm not through gettin' paper yet Hot tunez gonna make you sweat Like C+C, see me take effect Sneaky Sneak drop jewelz, no safety net You think he gon' fall off and break hiz neck? Pshh... In your dreamz homey, place your betz 'cauze H the best Annihilate the rest I blaze the techz Prolly make a mess Save your threatz You haterz 'bout to pay your debtz You in danger? Yessss Uzi Muzik!

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15. Jackin' for Beatz 2

Jackin' for Beatz 2

Hey yo Hammel! Yo, what it iz? You know ain't nobody on your level, right? Heh, no doubt. Muhhfuckaz ain't spittin' with you! Oh, hell no. That's why we gotz to jack 'em for their beatz, you know what I'm sayin'? Word up. So look here: I'ma give you five minutez to show theze niggaz who the fuck you iz, aiight? Jyeah. Go 'head and body that shit, mayne! Uno, T-W-O... Who told you hoez you could uze a few flowz From you know who? I suplex you pinche putoz Get sumo-slammed, hundred-hand slapped Smacked up and that'z that I do my trackz inside the U-boat Too deep for you dopez Shake it fast, make the cash Let me spank that ass Take it off, make it pop Drop it like it'z hot Girlie go, work the pole Horizontal, verticle All around, up and down Baby, scrub the ground Okay, now I'm ready to roll (ooooooh) The tempo got me revvin' to go (ahhhhhh) Electro, it'z inevitable Depeche Mode get me sweatin' fa sho Hot to death yo, check my dress code Fresh gold chain, I'm ill az strep throat Shine on my neck so bright It make my whole head glow more than Destro Future-sex... UFO-type hoez on my testiclez Nymphoz... tig ol' bittiez Mmmm... this thing haz potential Oh… best not forget Crow He locked on with that infra-red scope So if yo' ass ain't movin' yet, so long You 'bout to explode! God damn, Sneak! Slow your roll mayne, let these niggaz' brainz catch up! Aiight... hit me... Heh... Let'z get down to brass tackz Theze rapz danger az haz-matz So don't think just 'cauze Double-H make you dance That he won't clap gatz, brrrap brrrap! I tear rapperz brand new asscrackz Take 'em to school like backpackz 'cauze their rhymez iz wack, and minez iz jam-packed With mad punchlinez and laugh trackz I stack cash like flapjackz More scratch than a nasty bad rash Y'all playin' grab-ass with frickin' Lance Bass I'm backstage gettin' a lap dance Act fast, suppliez can't last much longer, ma She got my flag at half-mast Shawty catch a nad-blast Hey yo H! What up, fam? Pull up your damn pantz! No! Never! Shut up! Shut uuuuuuuup! … Heh... yeah... fat chance Shit gettin' hot az Backdraft So don't test me, stick with lab ratz I'm spittin' fresh Saran [W]rapz Spreadin' verbal anthrax Through CDz and Sneaky'z Bandcamp Xanax, crazy barz Heat for the street, on theze beatz I'm Mad Max Black glovez, black mask... Creep in that hooptie hatchback Uzi in the Gucci knapsack Mac in my lap, #ipackstrapz And Glad bagz for theze Trash MC'z on that stupid swag crap The sad fact iz theze dudez iz pussy They need rapper Tampax 'cauze they ain't sneaky like me Your boy iz Beastie, ask Mike D I laid down more trackz than Chineze Somebody find me a nice breeze 'Cauze I be too hot, too bad you not I burn up your boombox Stay high az rooftopz and freakin' moon rockz Drop some 2Pac Y'all scared... and it don't come az no surprize Got you shakin' in your bootz... lemme show you why 'Cauze when Sneaky get to kickin' like Cobra Kai Fuck around, give you more than a swollen eye Wanna battle? Better run out to the store and buy Some better lyricz and a flow before you try To roll the dice with a general, soldier I... Will light you up like the sky on 4 July Y'all could bury me alive in a hole to die But I reanimate and rize up overnight Like Mumm-ra, with [w]rapz and immortal life Demonized, you be haunted by a poltergeist Oh my... this guy shouldn't hold a mic Said he knowed how to rhyme... but he told a lie Meanwhile I got hiz main bitch open wide Do the math, I'ma teach her how to multiply Walk in the door, shorty hit the floor She ain't waste no time, straight gettin' low Started strippin' clothez off like a centerfold Talkin' 'bout "Hammel go hard" like I didn't know Now we in the zone, yeah we finna bone This chick blowin' on my dick like a piccolo Flip her over and stick her in the figure-four Hit her with a load, said she couldn't take anymore That SuperSnake sneak out at nighttime To skeet webz and fight crime Rapperz cain't write rhymez like mine I'm a god damned muzik Einstein You foolz ain't fillin' my shoez I don't care if they super-size you You 5'2” and I'm huge, you tryin' to fight who? That'z suicide, dude! 'Cauze ain't nobody touchin' H-A double-M-E-L 'cept for them freaky femalez My LPz sellz out the retail chainz Gettin' more spinz than Sprewellz She sellz seashellz, a tounge-twister Listen up mister, better come get your Little young sister 'fore I done sticked her I'm just havin' fun wit'cha I'm gettin' hungry, it'z time to eat a Cheezy MC like a slice of pizza Now say hi to the bad guy ("Okay?") And my little friend, yeah, nice to meet ya Every line iz ether I'm rappin' lapz around catz in flyest sneakerz It'z like this: Hammel'z the shit And y'all just diarrhea See ya!

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16. Murk the Game (a.k.a. Jackson Pollock)

Murk the Game (a.k.a. Jackson Pollock)

Lyricz: There'z been another homicide Another MC gone and died And hiz mama cried When they found him in a ditch with hiz body hog-tied The assailant teared hiz voice box out and hiz face waz ripped off But the dental recordz and autopsy ID'ed the victim az Rick Ross A witness on the scene seen a tall blonde flee in a limouzine This iz now a pattern That makez three dead rapperz now countin' the last onez They found Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka last week in a trash heap With both their neckz broke in half And their headz jammed up in each other'z asscheekz It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Yo... You heared about MF Doom? They had to have him exhumed to see what happened Seemz he waz just nappin' in hiz living room When somebody breaked in the house and removed hiz mouth This monster'z out there doin' this right now! Who'll be the next guy found lyin' face-down on the ground Dyin' from live roundz with hiz tongue sliced out? Tyler, The Creator probably Oddly hiz future'll find him bodied Watch A$AP Mob and J. Cole Az they roll out on a gurney Word B, I murk theze rapperz Make Young Money run from me ... That'z a gun, dummy Shit on Nicki, piss on Drizzy, that bitch iz history Rap Nowitzki, blitzkrieg a 2 Chainz And nah, I ain't forgetted you, Wayne Chop off that thing you claim'z a head With a blade that I ganked from Wu-Tang When I slain the RZA Sneaky iz the grim reaper, get some reefer Leave it on a land mine for Wiz Khalifa And laugh while I give the finger It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Yo... Backpackin' rapperz to superstarz I don't care who you are You're dead man, I shut Def Jux the fuck down And next up iz Def Jam Jeezy? He'd be too eazy A couple ki'z, he'd agree to meet me In a dark alley... Sneaky up on the roof with the scope, he go POOF! Young Hova getting' runned over Salute me, you'z done soldier Roc boyz, y'all done gone the wrong way Should've let me write your songz, 'Ye But I ain't Rhymefest, I'm just Gettin' somethin' off my chest, you guyz test my patience Goodness gracious, I haz to laugh I still ain't done Aftermath Tell Kendrick I'll split hiz wig with a single order: Drop the mortar and bombz away! This iz not your day I got Dr. Dre in chronic pain Where'z Eminem? Send him in Hammel gon' finish him Spine-rip, Mortal Kombat type-shit Courtesy of Heinrich It'z Hammel, you heard the name You heard the name I came to murk the game Murk the game Uh... uh... In hip-hop it'z no rulez Sneaky take it old school and murder thoze foolz KRS, all them D'z Kool Moe, Chuck, Mike, even Schoolly Rev. Run, I shoot him DMC and Rick Rubin 'cauze he produced them Even Eric B. Man, I don't care if he made the beat, beware of me No Sneak, not him! You don't want a problem with Rakim! It'z no prob, I spray the god A walk-by on my way to Todd Spot L comin' out Chanel, cock the 12-gauge And rock hiz bellz, I pop them shellz A basket case, no rapper'z safe Iz that Masta Ace? I waz born to roll on theze bastardz Slash your face and trash your place Searchin' for Marley'z address Gotz to wet the whole Juice Crew, him and Shan next Hmmm, G Rap still spittin' okay But I can't skip him, no way! Then Biz and Kane get slain, I'm insane Cypress taught me this, mayne But fuck Muggz and B Real You putoz ain't been dope since I rode a Big Wheel You get killed, hit Quik tonight too Had to uze my AK on Ice Cube Got Hav' and P straight shook, do not sleep I teach you how to really Mobb Deep Az in “six feet”, you fuckin' pipsqueakz I turn MCz to mincemeat Slam Onyx... (Slam!) Leave their ass catatonic, I act demonic Attackin' at random, pauze it The game done got full of shit, this a rap colonic And all theze catz gettin' jacked like anabolicz I had to drop this catastrophic track to splatter rapperz ... Jackson Pollock

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