Suckcess - EP

by Santiago Adkins

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released November 1, 2012

written, performed, recorded, produced, and mixed by santiago adkins at madrid studio san diego, feb-sept 2012.

mastered by h.b. stone at chi squared mastering.

music and lyrics by santiago adkins except "dark dance" and "the fad", music by santiago adkins, lyrics by santiago adkins and meester fahrenheit.

background vocals in ponchis by meester fahrenheit, antoi bustoi, and elisa bustos.

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Track Name: Suckcess
I wanna rock the mic like I wanna rock a handle.
Sipping on that shit until I'm too funky to handle.

Yo, I been the hardest since I pushed through.
Livin' through this shit like Ima motherfuckin' beat you.
Yeah, bitch, I tamed that shrew.
I fuckin' popped the lock, bitch,
and I'm on top, bitch.
Yeah, I'm on top, so don't even try to fuck with me.
You can tell them other bitches,
you can tell,
you can tell,
you can tell them that they under shoe.

Yeah, we livin' success, we livin' successfully. (x3)
We're so much more successful than you.

I seen you, walkin' paradox.
Fuckin' little Goldilox.
Tryin' to look cute, but designers only rent you frocks.
Try to be cool, but you spazzin' cause you know you're not.
Stupid fuckin' hoe, go back to your hole, this my spot.

Cunt whores say blah blah blah
Can't come up words?
Maybe you just forgot.
Either way, you're motivation.
Ima clean your clock.
Bitch you're so pathetic.
I'm a hard-knock.

Not for recognition,
I don't do this shit for free.
Bitch inform your next of kin,
'cause I do this shit to win.

You can walk home, bitches, cause I'm gonna fly.

Fuckin' successfully, bitch.
Ima fuckin' fly away, bitch.
You don't even know me, bitch, so fuck you alright?
Track Name: Ponchis
Take off that faja.
Move that lonja.
We're sweating like we're in the Sahara.
You feel yourself let go.
You never wanna go.
You fucking fly away.
You're in a moment!

Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
MUEVETE!
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Shake your fucking nalgas!
(x2)

Scan the room.
It's gettin' hazy.
It's all so new.
You've never felt so free!
Put on your sombrero.
Take a tequila shot.
Reggaeton's been playing too long.
Request a Selena song!

Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
MUEVETE!
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Shake your fucking nalgas!
(x2)

Everybody stares at you
'cause you're so sca-sca-scandalous,
but you don't even care
cause you're having so much fun.
Just soak up the attention.
Pretend you couldn't care less.
Just 'cause you are so bonita,
everybody's jealous!

Ponchis, guey.

Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
MUEVETE!
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Shake your fucking nalgas!
(x4)
Track Name: Dark Dance (feat. Meester Fahrenheit)
(Santiago)
Bitch I'm in the 619.
No interest in your cunt,
but your ass is mine.
Yeah, your ass is grass.
I'm a lawn mower, bitch,
I put your ass on blast.

I'll make you piss your pants.
Havin' nightmares like you pissed in your pants.
Yeah, hoe, I'll come running toward-
-You're a worthless little bitch,
now repent for your actions.

Hoe, I don't give a fuck.
In a day you'll be gone, bitch you ain't got no luck.
Yeah, you give it up like a cunt.
Fuckin' little slut, you just a fuckin' little runt, huh?

Bitch I'll spit in your food.
Hock a loogie in your taco like you're fuckin' my dude.
Yeah, I don't wanna be crude,
but cunt you gotta pay your motherfuckin' dues.

Bitch I'm slick, you double-takin'.
Step to me, your boots are shakin'.
Talk to me, no deals we makin'.
I say the word, and your back's a-breakin'.

Slut, Ima fuck up your face.
You think you're climbing high, but you're running in place.
Yeah, and you ain't got the bass.
Meester Fahrenheit's coming, bitch, you're wiping your face!

(Meester Fahrenheit)
Yeah, ma'fuckers.

Bitches wanna suck his dick,
but he don't like pussyweave.
Motherfuckers tease, tease,
but he dont lick (x15).
Lick it here, lick it there,
lick the fuckin' wall.
In this this town, that's the only things you allowed.

Compared to Santiago, you make me wanna BLEH.

He a boy and he looks cuter than you
when he's wearin' a dress, out eatin' tofu.
Scratch that, burn that,
bitch, destroy that.
Carne asada nada, nada.

Nothing less messes your life
like you livin' in Le Mis;
a tragedy Lloyd Webber wrote
but later dismissed-missed-missed.

Miss best bitch in town with a butter gown
looks better than your ratchet-ass clown-
-Makeup days your yearbook photos
were made because of you.

Ugh, can't you see?
You're obscene!

Bitch I press delete
on your face!

This bitch think she cool,
but she not!

Bye, bitch...
...nobody's talking to you.
Track Name: I'm the Bestest
Callin' me a hoe,
cunt I don't give a fuck.
Comin' at me with some cheese,
sayin' you could make my bed rock.
You wanna steal my lunch?
Go ahead, I'll make your pulse stop.
Scarfing down them munchies till your ass get beat the fuck up.

Smack you with my lonja.
Make you cry like a snitch.
Commin' up you from behind
pulling out your weave and shit.
Make you crawl on your knees,
so you know who's the shit.
Ima rule over you cause I'm the baddest bitch!

I'll tell them you is assey,
and tell them you is passé,
and tell them you is classless
'cause you so fuckin' nasty.

But tell them I been tested,
and tell them I'm the bestest,
and tell them I will make it
'cause I'm so fuckin' famous!

Fuckin' shit.
Fuckin' shit.
You're fuckin' wit some other shit.
You're fuckin' wit some different shit
that shouldn't be fuckin' with. (x2)

You ain't even booshie.
You dirty in the cootchie.
You nappy in the weave.
Only noticed 'cause you slooty.

But I be so refined, bitch.
I wrote my fuckin' rhymes, bitch.
I'll put your ass on blast, bitch,
'cause I'm so fuckin' famous!

Fuckin' shit.
Fuckin' shit.
You're fuckin' wit some other shit.
You're fuckin' wit some different shit
that shouldn't be fuckin' with. (x2)

Take yourself out to the trash, bitch,
'cause I ain't havin' that, bitch.

And if you pick yourself up off the ground call my cellular.
I'll come and visit yo' ass in the shelter.
Track Name: The Fad
Trying to set my fuckin' hair on fire,
now your pussy's burnin'.
'Stead of fuckin' with me
you should be fuckin' learnin'.
Working' at Micky D's,
and I'm sippin' on Miss V.
I'm on that high life,
you just sippin' Bud Ice.

Bitches called me Jello Mold,
now those bitches in the cold.
Callin' me fag,
bitch now I'm the fad.
You ain't even worth my time.
You ain't even on my mind.
I'm a fuckin' queen,
Y'all bitches just be steam!

Trying to say you're better than me
but I'm the best there'll ever be
Please be careful when you step to me
'cause I'm a crazy bitch. (x4)

I'm the fad now, bitch.
What you gonna do now, bitch?
Track Name: Spice
I just wanna know what it's like to live.
Is there more to life?
Livin' everyday like it's enough
to earn the cash to survive.
I want the motherfuckin' spice of life.
I want to taste it all.
If variety is the spice of life
then give me a motherfuckin' spice rack.
I know that I am a star, so bitches better stand in line.
I know that I'm the best.
I ain't like the rest...
I ain't got fucking time.

Gimme all there is to have,
I need to have it all!
I deserve it all because I do it all.
Don't believe me?
I'll tell you who to call.
Yo, I'm on the up and comin', yeah,
I'm climbing high.
I don't need you love,
but I deserve your applause
'cause I'm the best until I die, bitch!

I shouldn't even give you a second verse, man, but I will.
So pay attention.
Bitch, I'm who they wanna see, wanna do, and wanna be.
If you don't know this, you must be simple.
You don't even know my life, why you be talking?
Trying to be start shit, bitch, you just stalking.
But you know a whole lot about that, huh?
Yeah, I seen you.
Can't think of shit for yourself
so you claim that you started this and started that;
but you just sorry.
Sorry like a promise that you broke to yourself
that you'd be different, you'd be cool, you'd be yourself.
But bitch you fail,
long distance.
I can't even feel sorry
'cause you're such a slut.
Even though you don't know their name
you give it up.
Yeah, you give it up like a cunt.
Bitch you're so pathetic I can't even...
I can't even finish this,
but you knowI'm so fly
I don't even have to finish my verse
I don't even have to finish my line.

Gimme all there is to have,
I need to have it all!
I deserve it all because I do it all.
Don't believe me?
I'll tell you who to call.
Yo, I'm on the up and comin', yeah,
I'm climbing high.
I don't need you love,
but I deserve your applause
'cause I'm the best until I die, bitch!

Bitch be simple.
Bitch is so simple. (x2)
Bitch is simple.
Bitches are so simple, yeah.
See ya, bye.
Track Name: Ponchis (Remix)
Take off that faja.
Move that lonja.
We're sweating like we're in the Sahara.
You feel yourself let go.
You never wanna go.
You fucking fly away.
You're in a moment!

Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
MUEVETE!
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Shake your fucking nalgas!
(x2)

Scan the room.
It's gettin' hazy.
It's all so new.
You've never felt so free!
Put on your sombrero.
Take a tequila shot.
Reggaeton's been playing too long.
Request a Selena song!

Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
MUEVETE!
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Shake your fucking nalgas!
(x2)

Everybody stares at you
'cause you're so sca-sca-scandalous,
but you don't even care
cause you're having so much fun.
Just soak up the attention.
Pretend you couldn't care less.
Just 'cause you are so bonita,
everybody's jealous!

Ponchis, guey.

Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
MUEVETE!
Ponchis Ponchis
Ponchis Ponchis
Shake your fucking nalgas!
(x4)
Track Name: Dark Dance (Extended Version feat. Meester Fahrenheit)
(Santiago)
Bitch I'm in the 619.
No interest in your cunt,
but your ass is mine.
Yeah, your ass is grass.
I'm a lawn mower, bitch,
I put your ass on blast.

I'll make you piss your pants.
Havin' nightmares like you pissed in your pants.
Yeah, hoe, I'll come running toward-
-You're a worthless little bitch,
now repent for your actions.

Hoe, I don't give a fuck.
In a day you'll be gone, bitch you ain't got no luck.
Yeah, you give it up like a cunt.
Fuckin' little slut, you just a fuckin' little runt, huh?

Bitch I'll spit in your food.
Hock a loogie in your taco like you're fuckin' my dude.
Yeah, I don't wanna be crude,
but cunt you gotta pay your motherfuckin' dues.

Bitch I'm slick, you double-takin'.
Step to me, your boots are shakin'.
Talk to me, no deals we makin'.
I say the word, and your back's a-breakin'.

Slut, Ima fuck up your face.
You think you're climbing high, but you're running in place.
Yeah, and you ain't got the bass.
Meester Fahrenheit's coming, bitch, you're wiping your face!

(Meester Fahrenheit)
Yeah, ma'fuckers.

Bitches wanna suck his dick,
but he don't like pussyweave.
Motherfuckers tease, tease,
but he dont lick (x15).
Lick it here, lick it there,
lick the fuckin' wall.
In this this town, that's the only things you allowed.

Compared to Santiago, you make me wanna BLEH.

He a boy and he looks cuter than you
when he's wearin' a dress, out eatin' tofu.
Scratch that, burn that,
bitch, destroy that.
Carne asada nada, nada.

Nothing less messes your life
like you livin' in Le Mis;
a tragedy Lloyd Webber wrote
but later dismissed-missed-missed.

Miss best bitch in town with a butter gown
looks better than your ratchet-ass clown-
-Makeup days your yearbook photos
were made because of you.

Ugh, can't you see?
You're obscene!

Bitch I press delete
on your face!

This bitch think she cool,
but she not!

Bye, bitch...
...nobody's talking to you.