Vanilla Bizcotti's All Night Jams

The Fabulous Man Spider Theme Song - I’m the Fabulous Man Spider Coming to muck up your day I’m the Fabulous Man Spider I run fast, get out of my way Kicks so powerful, they’ll send you flying Can’t stand to see a little child crying Punches so clean, and looks so smooth Saves the day with the best attitude I’m the Fabulous Man Spider Justice is my name I’m the Fabulous Man Spider EA! Where’s my game? I’m the Fabulous Man Spider Coming to muck up your day I’m the Fabulous Man Spider I run fast, get out of my way

Shake and Bake - Aw shit Vanilla Bizcotti mother fucker Got some new beats to blast on Just like I'm going to blast my cum on your chicks ass You know I will too, I like that shit HA HA Get ready I've come far in the rap game, it's true I have improved beats, so that's new This bumps in your car, so that's cool I'm the best, but the point is minute Vanilla B, (oh) I'm the best No one can pass my test Of being the best there is I guess that's just the business When you mention great rappers of history make sure You say "Vanilla Bizcotti" I'm the one that's going down Like your girl, I go downtown I can never wear a frown When I set on top of this rap game with my crown When I first started, I was a small fry Now I'm grown and I'm super-sized I got the beats that makes the club bump, and the lyrics to make them come To my house to get naked I get the weed, and I'm baking With the hottest chicks you've ever seen God damn it's great being Vanilla B

Come Get It! - Yea! This song is for all my haters, and all my non-believers out there Fuck you guys! I made it, and you haven't You wanna get fucked up Come get it You wanna get shot up Come get it You wanna get faded as fuck Come get it You wanna get this dick Come get it Mother fucking dicks, stop flapping your gums You have nothing to say, so just kiss my bum This rap shit is easy, just like your mom So, shut the fuck up, and let the course fucking run You wanna get fucked up Come get it You wanna get shot up Come get it You wanna get faded as fuck Come get it You wanna get this dick Come get it It's easy to talk shit when you have nothing to say Don't let me grab the mic though, or I'm gonna spray Lyrical venom straight in the face of mother bitches that are two face, yea what you got to say You can't do it like I do it, because it's easy for me, but persue it You'll just look stupid and like a chump Mother fucker don't even try it, or you'll be getting your lumps

Flippin' Chickn' - I be up in the kitchen I be cooking the chicken I be flipping the shrimp and I got your bitch, and she coming She got a phat ass, it makes me want to go to class Bitches she calling me, up on the tele I be washing my hands, and I got no plans Gonna drive my car, gonna go really far Spending all this money On all the hot hunnys She got a phat ass, and a mini skirt I'm looking at her ass, her titties and it really hurts I be up in the kitchen These bitches, they be good looking I got the money in my hands Gonna make you understand I'm the best in this rap game You can't compare to me You hear this clap It makes you want to dance Rolling up blunts, fat With a gun in my hand I'll do a drive-by bitch Leave you in a ditch Bleeding out I don't give a fuck I run this hood, and I'm really good When I shoot my guns I'll hit you in the face I don't care, then I'll take your bitch and go to my place We be cooking the crack, up in my pots Then we be smoking, lo

Nascar ("Mask Off" Parody) - Left turns, turn to the left Turning left, turning to the left Take a left, gotta take a left Tire check, never pass the pit (Never pass the pit) Nascar, driving Nascar Nascar, driving Nascar Turning left, turning to the left Tire check, never pass the pit (Don't pass the pit) Left turns, turn to the left Turning left, turning to the left Take a left, gotta take a left Tire check, never pass the pit Nascar, driving Nascar Nascar, driving Nascar Turning left, turning to the left Tire check, never pass the pit Two cups. Winner of the gold Checker flag grabber from the get-go This song is just another spoof (poofin') Lapping other drivers, dodging them like I'm bullet proof Pit stops. The greatest crew Tires and gas. Much overdo First place, can't disprove Last place? Need to improve VanBiz, 33 gold No decals. Your car is plain Flaps down. That's a liability Hit the front bumper No gentleman Left turns, turn to the left Turning left, tu

Naka Gang - Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang We roll sushi like it ain't no thang Got a ceiling with water stains Leaks inside like it straight up rains (drip) Falling on the floor, I'm getting sprains (ow) Working out, getting sweet gains (yea) Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang (naka gang) Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang (naka) Wrapping box with cellophane (yea) Fresh lobsters, they're straight from Maine (Maine) Starting a fire with Vodka spray (whoosh) Got a ceiling with water stains (no) Leaks inside like it straight up rains (yea) Naka gang Naka gang Naka gang (naka) I don't want to clean the vents (no) We can host your event (come over) Listen to Stuart event (yea) Making stacks of presidents (sweet) Get the back room, it's free (free) Getting burns, third degree (ow) Got your drinks, and some green tea (yea) Affonzo has good theories (good ones) But the grills causing sweats (so swe

Poptart (Rockstar Parody) - I'm a little hungry, look in the kitchen for some pop tarts All my brothers ate them all, and now I have no pop tarts Jumping in the car, going to get some more pop tarts Strawberry chocolate don't matter, I love pop tarts I'm a little hungry, look in the kitchen for some pop tarts All my brothers ate them all, and now I have no pop tarts Jumping in the car, going to get some more pop tarts Strawberry chocolate don't matter, I love pop tarts Put them in the cart, get a multipack (eh) Every flavor out there, no turning back Eat them so fast, I almost choke Don't touch my tarts man! This ain't a joke Afford them, minimum wage Pulling pennies in my car to make enough The taste is legendary Eat 'em since I dropped out of college Eating packets foil packets I'm not done I'm a little hungry, look in the kitchen for some pop tarts All my brothers ate them all, and now I have no pop tarts I'm a little hungry, look in the kitchen for some pop tarts All my brothers ate them all, and now

Challenge Me! (Look At Me! Parody) - Aye Yah Aye Yah Aye Yah Aye Yah I like the game of chess (Aye) Challenge me! I am the best (Aye) From the side with a rook (Aye) Steal your king like a crook (Aye) This game is at it's end (Aye) Get my pawn to the end (Aye) Ending this game with the quick (Aye) Wins in a row, about ten (Aye) Just got a ribbon of blue (Aye) Took out your entire crew (Aye) Get to the board, you're screwed (Aye) Celebration like, WHOO I'm using moves that are banned Moving so you can't see my hands Groupies dressing like floozies Looking so good like a movie Challenge me. Play me Challenge me. Play me Challenge me. Play me Challenge me. Play me Challenge me. Play me Challenge me. Play me Challenge me. Play me Challenge me. Play me Took a white pawn with a bishop Finishing the board, official Piling up with the wit One piece I can still make it Other side trying to bargain The games closing to an end Tears are falling like it's pouring You're so e

Water - I drinka da wata You know I lika da wata Everyday drinka da wata I can’t get enough of that wata Wata wata wata I lika to drink the wata Wata wata wata I can't get enough water Two, three cups of water everyday Wata wata wata wata wata wata wata I like to drink wata, wata Water in my glass, water water in my cup Water in my glass, gonna drink it up Water, can't touch wata wata wata wata I like to drink wata Falls from the sky, right into my cup Wata wata wata, I can't get enough I like the wata wata wata wata water wata wata Drink it up Drink it up Drink up the wata Wata in my glass, wata water in my cup

Too Much Ego - No money in my pocket No lean in my cup Got money from a loan shark He's about to come and beat me up No money in my pocket No lean in my cup I got money from a loan shark He's about to come and beat me up (yo) Time's are tough for Vanilla Bizcotti Blew all my money on hookers and Molly A guy name Louie coming to break my fingers Gotta get out of here, yea lets not linger They took my car, and dented my fridge Took my cat, and threw it off a bridge Smashed my mixtape I tried to sell them I'm the greatest rapper ever, I told them They didn't believe me what I had to say They broke my lamp and drove away I won't forget all that happened, on this day Can you believe that this was yesterday? I hatched a plan and grabbed a pen I wrote the best song ever, and when I dropped it on the iTunes store, I still had to give handys like a whore No money in my pocket No lean in my cup I got money from a loan shark He's about to come and beat me up (uh) No money in my

Party Mode - Last time I was on the mic, I blew their minds I'm back! Can I do it a second time? I'm like Batman, I'm out here fighting crime But no one stops me when I kill these rhymes The baddest one since 1985 You tried your best, but now it's go time The best beats, and I'm always on time with the flow When I win don't pout cry or whine Party music, here it is knocking at your door Turn it up to 11, you know you want more Pour another cup, we're staying the night Don't stop 'til we see the break of sunlight