[Warning this article is so long i split it in two parts so enjoy]

Humphrey was busy all week recording the album It was called "Death Row" he was gonna finish after lunch he went home to find garth raping Kate and he took garths shoulder whipped him around and knocked his lights out Humphrey got lunch and went back to the studio he began this song: [Kate preforms These ()]

(I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy.
Just all like my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty.
When i'm out with my girls, i always play a bit bitchy.
Can't change the way i am, Sexy naughty bitchy me!

Im the kind of girl the girls don't like.
Im the kind of girl boys fantasize.
Im the kind that your momma and your daddy would afraid you to turn
out to be like.

I may seem unapproachable,But that is only for the boys who don't have
the right approach whose ride which makes a girl like me wanna hop in a roll.

People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality.
I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent.



I pick all my skirts,to be a little too sexy.
Just like all my thoughts, always get a bit naughty.
When i'm out with my girls, i always play a bit bitchy.
Can't change the way i am,Sexy naughty bitchy me!

My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school
who turned up to each class bout an hour late and
When it comes to the guys I'd lay,
I'd always pick the ones who won't figure out that
I was clearly rebel to the idea of monogamy

People think its intimidating,when a girl is cool with her sexuality.
I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent.



I pick all my skirts,to be a little too sexy.
Just like all my thoughts, always get a bit naughty.
When i'm out with my girls, i always play a bit bitchy.
Can't change the way i am,Sexy naughty bitchy me!

Sexy...Sexy...Sexy...Naughty...Naughty...Naughty...Bitchy...Bitchy...Bitchy Me..

Sexy...Sexy...Sexy...Naughty...Naughty...Naughty...Bitchy...Bitchy...Bitchy Me..

People think it's intimidating,when a girl is cool with her sexuality.
I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent.


I pick all my skirts,to be a little too sexy.
Just like all my thoughts, always get a bit naughty.
When i'm out with my girls, i always play a bit bitchy.
Can't change the way i am,Sexy naughty bitchy me!



I like all of my shorts to be a little too shorty
Unlike all of my guys I like them tall with money
I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty
Can't change the way I am Sexy Naughty Bitchy me

I...pick...my...skirts...to...be...Sexy!
Just...like...my...thoughts...a...bit...naughty!
When...i'm...out...with...my...girls...bitchy!

Can't change...I am, Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me!!)

Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing about her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles
I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggas know I lay them down, make their bed
Bitches try to kick me while I'm down: I'll break your leg
Money outweighing problems on a triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes
Be good or be good at it
Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say"
I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away
Man, I come down in a couple of days
OK, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found

[Hook ‒ Humphrey]
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say, just (don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more)
That's right bitch: and I don't need you, don't want to see you
Bitch you get (no love)
You showed me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
I don't need you (don't hurt me)
You (don't hurt me no more)
That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you
You get (no love)
Bitch you get (no love)
And I don't need you
Get em

[Verse 2]
[Kate preforms these ()]
I'm alive again
More alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most
Shit's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff
But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them
So why the fuck would I join them when I beat them
They call me a freak because
I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat them
Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage
Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma let you finish in a minute
Yeah that rap was tight
But I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um
Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump
In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
You can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game
I so started to rock fellow
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted 'cause Marsh is not mellow
Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop
I'm standing on my Monopoly board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop
Til my hip don't hop anymore
When you so good that you can't say it
Because it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore
People just get sick cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
You'll never take my pride
Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words
Ain't letting up, relentless
I smell blood, I don't give a fuck: keep giving them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love

It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just (don't hurt me)
That's right, it (don't hurt me)
I don't need ya (no more)
Don't wanna see ya (no more)
Bitch you get no (love)
You showed me nothin' but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around (around)
Don't hurt me (that's right)
You don't hurt me (and I don't need ya) no more
(Don't wanna see ya) no more
Bitch you get no love (no), no love (no), no love (no)
No love
Bitch you get no love (no), no love (no), no love
And I don't need ya (no more)

Then he had one more It had no name so he called it Untitled and it starts now :


Nah man
Not quite finished yet

Girl I think,
You just might'a tried to pull a muh'fucking fast one, I'm mad
You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games?
See this saw blade? See the silhouette of a stalker
in your walk-way? Better co-operate
Or get saute'd and rotisseried while you're hog-tied
MC's get so quiet you can hear a muh'fucking dog whistle while I walk by
'Colt Seavers' on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fucking Fall Guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, man I treat it like a Mogwai
Cuz it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women and men
Vrinn-vrinn! Motor's so big you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, give me them digits while you're cringin'
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
While I spin spin even ten cents on you, since when
Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny?
Shiit, if I think a penny's pretty
just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me
Eenie meenie miney mo, Catch an eskimo by his toe
While he's trying to roll a snowball but,
Don't make him lose his cool
If he hollers better let him go ya'll

Now here we go go goooooo

Get up! Baby get a move on, Like a U-Haul
You can rack your brain like pool balls
You will never think of this shit
Yeah, honey you called?
Well here I come, Havoc on the beat, I reek it
Evil I see, hear and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady
Fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket
You can count every muh'fucking chicken fore' it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your ass that we gone get it crackin'
Like a Kraken and Titans when they're clashin'
Get your brains bashed in so bad
You gone have Kurt Kobain askin
To autograph a bloodstained napkin
I'm fashionable and 'bout as rational
as a rash on a fag's asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton
See if he's cool with it
Don't stand there and look stupid at me bitch
I ain't in the mood for this shit
Get my dick, Google it till it pops up
Ya'll are so motherfucking full of shit that you're stopped up
Me I'm always shitting diarrhea of the mouth
Till your speakers crap out [fart] "Ohp, What?"
Girl you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette "Chik-Chigarette"
But you won't get a hot fudge Sundae from me
So do not strut my way, slut! Because..

Here we go go goooooo

And now that I got your panties in a bunch
and your bowels in an uproar
Im'ma show you why I came
Stop asking me what the fuck for
Now look you little slut, cunt, whore know you want more,
bitches tell I put the Mat back into Mathers
Cuz I'm a fucking problem, Run boy!
Every flow got it mastered
So every last word that you fucking fags heard
comes straight from the fishes ass, Yeah
In other words I'm a Bass turd!
Looking at me like I killed Kenny
Gassing the tank near steal plenty
No morals are instilled in me
So remorse I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out, Hannibal
Understandable why you're jealous, fucking animal
I got cannibal magnetism, cant resist him now, can ya hoe?
Shady, I don't understand your flow.
Understand my flow?
Bitch I flow like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy.
Don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy.
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare
stay the fuck outta my hair, boy!
You can look, you can stare and point
But you can't touch -- I'm too clairvoyant.
I don't get it man, is there a void
All this weak shit, what am I steroids?
Well bitch I'm back with some shit for that ass
and your trunk, Elephant hemorrhoids

And remember boys
Here we go go goooooo

Thank you for coming out
Hope you enjoyed the show
Till next time

haha

Peace!

He finished out the album and it was soon being sold he went home and plopped down on the couch and flipped on the tv and he saw the news there were cop cars behind the reporters time slowed as he heard 'Garth Brooks Was shot and killed to day by a drive by no word who was in the car but the crime scene is taped off and we cant get closer than this' Humphrey sat up he then had a rush of nasuea and he puked in the bathroom and he came up with a new song he would sing it at the Pub in rememberance of Garth...[End of Part 6 prt1]