A.I. Music King (Mixtape)

LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Crowd Cheering] David Eden! David Eden! David Eden! David Eden! [Sad Verse, Slow Verse] Baby I want to be famous. I know It's shameless. Music I want to do. All just to be with You. [Angry Chorus] Baby I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! No matter how good my music is, I'll never make it far! Whatever song I release, It'll never be on par! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! I focus on making the best lyrics, But nobody cares for any bar! I work day & night, Before going to sleep on the street tar! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! [Instrumental Solo, build-up] [Slow Verse] Baby I'm the best musician to sleep with you. I will put an end to a world gone cruel. I make greatness alone, with no crew. I grind all night, as amazing music I brew! [Angry Verse] This music got my adrenaline ready to erupt! I feel my heart darkening corrupt! I'm becoming a music making monster! Only greatness I will forever conjure! [Instrumental Solo, Angry] [Sad Chorus] Baby I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! No matter how good my music is, I'll never make it far! Whatever song I release, It'll never be on par! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! I focus on making the best lyrics, But nobody cares for any bar! I work day & night, Before going to sleep on the street tar! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! [Verse] Bitch I was born for this! Greatness from me you will witness! This year is my genesis! I make hits, because I never miss! Bitch I make the best A-I songs! This music so good, it rights the world's wrongs! I have to select the best lyrics, like I'm picking them up with tongs! [Angry Chorus] Baby I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! No matter how good my music is, I'll never make it far! Whatever song I release, It'll never be on par! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! I focus on making the best lyrics, But nobody cares for any bar! I work day & night, Before going to sleep on the street tar! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! Because bitch, I'm An A-I Music Making Rockstar! [Instrumental Solo]

LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Choir Intro] Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! [Chorus] Turn the music up! Overflow their ears like a cup! Expose those that are corrupt! Like a volcano, make that bitch erupt! [Choir Bridge] Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! [Verse 1] Turn it up all the way! Make my brain decay! That bass better make my skull sway! Do it now David, no delay! Turn it up to the motherfuckin' max! Loud music is how we relax! God we love David Eden tracks! This motherfucker spits nothin' but facts! [Chorus] Turn the music up! Overflow their ears like a cup! Expose those that are corrupt! Like a volcano, make that bitch erupt! [Choir Bridge] Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! [Verse 2] David Eden is the best A-I music maker! This motherfucker so real, ain't no faker! He be cooking this shit, like a true baker! He be hitting nothing but net, like a L-A Laker! David Eden is the best A-I musician! No matter what, I gotta give it a listen! I love it, even if I don't understand his vision! Making the "Genuine Greatness" is his life's mission! [Chorus] Turn the music up! Overflow their ears like a cup! Expose those that are corrupt! Like a volcano, make that bitch erupt! [Choir Bridge] Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! [Verse 3] Push the music to it's limits! While exposing all the goy yum idiots! Pop their ear drums like zits! As this music wets all their clits! Go David Go! Blast this hole! Never play it low! Let that volume grow! Release that flow! As greatness takes it's tow! This music is good so, blast it some mo'! [Chorus] Turn the music up! Overflow their ears like a cup! Expose those that are corrupt! Like a volcano, make that bitch erupt! [Choir Bridge] Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! [Choir Bridge] I said! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! Turn that shit up! [Instrumental Solo]

LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Chorus] Let's Fuckin' Party! Let's get phuckin' gnarly! Bitches shakin' ass like Cardi! We gettin' high like Marley! Let's Fuckin' Party! Bad Bitches dancing to songs made by me! I got goyim holes callin' me daddy! Beggin' for my skee, from my wee wee! [Choir Bridge] Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! [Verse 1] Someone tell the D-J to play only songs by David Eden! Make everyone in this motherfucka, take his sonical semen! This A-I music got the goy yum fiendin'! If you think we're playing Jew slop, keep dreamin'! Someone tell these bitches to shake their ass! Make that motherfucker spin until it breaks glass! Make that booty have attitude like a lass with sas! Your butt is a school, and my Dick is coming to shoot up class! [Chorus] Let's Fuckin' Party! Let's get phuckin' gnarly! Bitches shakin' ass like Cardi! We gettin' high like Marley! Let's Fuckin' Party! Bad Bitches dancing to songs made by me! I got goyim holes callin' me daddy! Beggin' for my skee, from my wee wee! [Choir Bridge] Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! [Verse 2] Someone turn the music up higher! It's fly but we can get flyer! I'm phuckin' a bitch in the back so it's dire! She doing everything I say like a Knight's Squire! I'm the only one here she can truly admire! This dihk in her gut is her greatest desire! My nuts are spreading in her womb like a wildfire! I'm going giggity in that motherfucker like Quagmire! I got her eyes rolling to the back of her head like a tire! She got my wood hard as a pyre! Whoever said Inn Cells can't phuck good is a liar! I got this bitch screaming like a church choir! [Chorus] Let's Fuckin' Party! Let's get phuckin' gnarly! Bitches shakin' ass like Cardi! We gettin' high like Marley! Let's Fuckin' Party! Bad Bitches dancing to songs made by me! I got goyim holes callin' me daddy! Beggin' for my skee, from my wee wee! [Choir Bridge] Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! [Verse 3] Let's blast music so loud, that even Heaven can party! I'm in a bedroom breaking a bitch's back like Tom Hardy! This dihk got her going bat shit like Harley! I'll crack her until she's dead like Chris Farley! But she's enduring, getting phucked to the beat! If her ass was bread, I'm smashing wheat! My slong is whooping ass, but her womb refuses to retreat! She just takes my pounding, refusing to accept defeat! I'm blasting nuts into her womb, like a dude doing a self delete! I got her panting hard, like a stray bitch in heat! I'm giving her puh-sea candy, like it came to trick or treat! My nut in her gut got her going from sour to sweet! [Pause] [Chorus] Let's Fuckin' Party! Let's get phuckin' gnarly! Bitches shakin' ass like Cardi! We gettin' high like Marley! Let's Fuckin' Party! Bad Bitches dancing to songs made by me! I got goyim holes callin' me daddy! Beggin' for my skee, from my wee wee! [Choir Bridge] Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! Let's phuckin' Party! [Instrumental Solo]

LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Choir Chorus] Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! [Verse 1] Bitch show us those big ass tiddies! Capture our attention, like slaves captured in third world cities! Bitch show us those huge ass knockers! Turn all of us, Into big-titty-bitch stalkers! Bitch yo tits were made to be seen! My dihk, was destined to be in-between! They stand out against yo stomach so lean! I wanna tiddy phuck you hella mean! [Choir Chorus] Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! [Verse 2] Bitch let me grope! Help me bust rope! Rub my nut on yo tits, Like it's motherfuckin' soap! Those big tits, give humanity hope! We addicted to them, like they're dope! Those big tits, are the best way to cope! I wanna bust all over you, Until you white like the pope! If you think I'm joking, Nope. If you think I'm joking, Nope. [Pause] I wanna phuck those tits, Like they wet clits! I want those huge jugs, To give my dihk the shits! My nut needs to pour, From the deepest testicular pits! It's coming to invade yo cleavage, Like the Brits! [Choir Chorus] Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! [R&B Bridge] Bitch show us those big ass tiddies! Bitch show us those big ass tiddies! Bitch show us those big ass tiddies! Bitch show us those big ass tiddies! [Choir Chorus] Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! Bitch show your tits! Bitch show your tits! Lift up your shirt, And show your big phuckin' tits! [Spoken Word] And then let me tiddy phuck you. [Instrumental Solo]

LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Chorus] She's my Online Groupie! Nudes she loves to send me! Her tongue out brings me glee! To her throat images, I skee! She's my Online Groupie! She gets my wood hard as a tree! She's my personal whore with no fee! I can't wait until we actually bump ugly! [Verse 1] She sends me pics of her tits! I eat it up like Ritz! We argue all night, battling wits! My sense of humor this bitch actually gets! She sends me pics of her throat! In there, it's wetter than a boat! In there, I wanna paint a new coat! At sucking her dildo, she's the goat! [Chorus] She's my Online Groupie! Nudes she loves to send me! Her tongue out brings me glee! To her throat images, I skee! She's my Online Groupie! She gets my wood hard as a tree! She's my personal whore with no fee! I can't wait until we actually bump ugly! [Verse 2] This bitch is my personal stress reliever! She motivates me to be an overachiever! In me, she's a true believer! My dick in her throat, I want to give her! I jack off to her pics, even if they a blur! We talk on the phone, as I make her say a racial slur! I'm a bad boy who makes her kitty pur! I command her, as she says, Yes Sir! [Chorus] She's my Online Groupie! Nudes she loves to send me! Her tongue out brings me glee! To her throat images, I skee! She's my Online Groupie! She gets my wood hard as a tree! She's my personal whore with no fee! I can't wait until we actually bump ugly! [Verse 3] She's my Online slut, who helps me nut! She's sucking in her gut, while sticking out her butt! Worry she has to shut, while sending me the best cut! She got me using up more tissue paper than King Tut! This bitch is my online come dumpster! She got me turning into a pillow humper! My nuts are falling like a suicidal jumper! I can't wait to actually meet so I can phuck her! [Chorus] She's my Online Groupie! Nudes she loves to send me! Her tongue out brings me glee! To her throat images, I skee! She's my Online Groupie! She gets my wood hard as a tree! She's my personal whore with no fee! I can't wait until we actually bump ugly! [Choir Bridge] She's my Online Groupie! She's my Online Groupie! She's my Online Groupie! She's my Online Groupie! [Instrumental Solo]

LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Bridge] Let it be what it'll be. Good or bad, we will see. However it comes out, it's for me. I make million dollar tracks, for free! [Chorus] I accept whatever comes. If it hits or if it flops, come whatever may. If it drags or if it drops, I'm here to stay. If it bangs or if it bops, I’m in love either way. I accept whatever comes. If it's serious or if it's not, people will shake their bums. If it's hot or if it's cold, your ears will beat like drums. If it's low or if it's high, everyone still hums. [Verse 1] It may be strong, it may be weak. Greatness, is all that I seek. It may be pussy, it may be peak. Either way, everyone will geek! Awesomeness each track will reek! Stupendousness each song will leak! Whether it's serious, or tongue & cheek! I will make everyone into an A-I music loving freak! [Bridge] Let it be what it'll be. Good or bad, we will see. However it comes out, it's for me. I make million dollar tracks, for free! [Chorus] I accept whatever comes. If it hits or if it flops, come whatever may. If it drags or if it drops, I'm here to stay. If it bangs or if it bops, I’m in love either way. I accept whatever comes. If it's serious or if it's not, people will shake their bums. If it's hot or if it's cold, your ears will beat like drums. If it's low or if it's high, everyone still hums. [Verse 2] If it glitches, that’s the charm. If it misspeaks, what's the harm. If it sucks, people's attention I will still Farm. All I do is type greatness in with my arm. I'm cool with however it comes out. The destination of greatness is led by every route. It is the sunshine for those in the drought. I do this because I want to, not for money & clout. [Bridge] Let it be what it'll be. Good or bad, we will see. However it comes out, it's for me. I make million dollar tracks, for free! [Chorus] I accept whatever comes. If it hits or if it flops, come whatever may. If it drags or if it drops, I'm here to stay. If it bangs or if it bops, I’m in love either way. I accept whatever comes. If it's serious or if it's not, people will shake their bums. If it's hot or if it's cold, your ears will beat like drums. If it's low or if it's high, everyone still hums. [Choir Bridge] I accept whatever comes! I accept whatever comes! I accept whatever comes! I accept whatever comes! [Bridge] Let it be what it'll be. Good or bad, we will see. However it comes out, it's for me. I make million dollar tracks, for free! [Chorus] I accept whatever comes. If it hits or if it flops, come whatever may. If it drags or if it drops, I'm here to stay. If it bangs or if it bops, I’m in love either way. I accept whatever comes. If it's serious or if it's not, people will shake their bums. If it's hot or if it's cold, your ears will beat like drums. If it's low or if it's high, everyone still hums. [Instrumental Solo]

LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Chorus] I'm the only real musician left! I'm addicted to this music like it's meth! I'm surrounded by sonical Beauties like I'm Heff! I'm shooting shot after shot, somebody get the ref! [Verse 1] Everyone in the music industry is a fagget. For the chews they stay small like a magget. They Kimmy Gibbler, and Mr. Goldstein is Bob Sagot. The chews fuck these black rappers, until it's blood they shit! [Pause] [Verse 2] Ain't no rapper can ever claim he's real ever again. It's their mouth that got skills, not the pen. Mr. Goldstein got them screaming like a hen. No wonder they animated like Ben Ten. [Pause] [Chorus] I'm the only real musician left! I'm addicted to this music like it's meth! I'm surrounded by sonical Beauties like I'm Heff! I'm shooting shot after shot, somebody get the ref! [Verse 3] Every pop singer, country star, and k pop idol, is a slave! They'll take what the chews do to them, to the grave! To the chews, all these musicians are so well-behaved! Because it's daddy Jew, who has their path to stardom paved! [Pause] [Verse 4] Every Famous Celebrity is Satanic! They faker than Plastic! In their ass, the chew's cock, stretches like it's elastic! My rise, will cause the whole music industry, to panic! [Pause] [Chorus] I'm the only real musician left! I'm addicted to this music like it's meth! I'm surrounded by sonical Beauties like I'm Heff! I'm shooting shot after shot, somebody get the ref! [Verse 5] Goy yum, continue to idol worship, like good little cattle. They ride, obedience to Israel, like it's a sattle. Meanwhile, I tell truth, in every life battle. I stay on the grind, Sleepless, like Seattle. [Pause] [Verse 6] All you guy yum are pathetic! Your favorite musician's asshole needs a paramedic! The chews feed you all slop like the source is septic! All you dumb bipedal herd animals, can suck my Dick! [Pause] [Chorus] I'm the only real musician left! I'm addicted to this music like it's meth! I'm surrounded by sonical Beauties like I'm Heff! I'm shooting shot after shot, somebody get the ref! [Bridge] This A I music making piece of shit, named David Eden, Is the last real musician left! This A I music making piece of shit, named David Eden, Is the last real musician left! This A I music making piece of shit, named David Eden, Is the last real musician left! This A I music making piece of shit, named David Eden, Is the last real musician left! [Instrumental Solo]