Song picture
Dear Fans
Comment Share
License   $0.00
Free download
alternative hip hop alternative rap experimental hip hop baltimore hip hop baltimore rap relaxing rap songs smooth laid back hip hop stoner hip hop deep song top white rappers drug rappers unique hip hop style east coast rising rappers warehouse king vulture warehouse productionz hottest new rappers2012 most drug induced rap son most lyrical underground psychadelic hip hop psychadelic rap raps that tell a story
Commercial uses of this track are NOT allowed.
Adaptations of this track are NOT allowed to be shared.
You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the artist.
Artist picture
Warehouse, an indy rapper / producer, bringing you the rawest hip hop since the 90s. His instrumentals will put you into a trance, endulging you in a deep sound
Warehouse is the future of Hip Hop. An indy rapper / producer / manager / DJ. Warehouse Productionz is on his game nowadays. 2012 YEAR OF THE HOUUSEEE!!! 'House started recording mixtape tracks in 2007 and came out with a mixtape entitled The Production by the end of the year. The edgy street single "Slutwhore" shot him into the local mainstream, metamorphing his rapping persona into a full fledged free spirit that travels from mind to mind, vandalizing them for good and for bad. Throughout 2008 Warehouse learned how to produce his own rap beats and exploited that skill to it's full potential. To this day he has over 50 quality beats that have never seen the light of day, or to be more specific, felt the vibration of an eardrum.. Throughout 2009 Warehouse created instrumentals for his debut album which he had been working on for four years, which is now entitled The Destruction and has finally been released. The Destruction is a time capsule album of 2012 and is an ode to all underground hip hop fans who haven't given up on the purity of the rap game. Warehouse is currently working on promoting his album The Destruction in Baltimore, while still kickin' it in the studio laying down tracks in his free time. He has kept all of his recent work (which spans over a course of around 3 years now) hidden from public view. Rumor has it that he got so much attention over his first mixtape The Production that he nearly became a local celebrity and started feeling extorted from his peers. Legend has it that he has been dilligenty working for years keeping everything under wraps, keeping fans on edge as they anticipate "the nuke" he's been dieing to drop on you all. No Violenco. E-mail Warehouse himself at murredman@yahoo.com if you want to holla at'cha boy. He will personally respond to you. He responds to all of his true fans.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #95
Peak in subgenre #8
Author
Warehouse
Rights
Warehouse Productions
Uploaded
March 07, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 2:58
Lyrics
Dear Tony, Please stop sending me all this junk mail. Everybody hates you and we ain't even a tough crowd. Didn't finish high school did you? Didn't think so. Your handwriting blows dick like your tongues tissue. I couldn't understand half of the sh** that you wrote to me. 'Least you didn't blurt out some homo sh** by accident, 'Happens when you freestyle, it seems your in the closet.. hidin' from Jean, because she don't allow no f** s. Can't live at tampons crib, they ain't havin' it. Your verse on life of a struggle just wasn't hackin' it ! Keep writing them wack tracks and i might stab your core, your raps so wack, i shouldn't write back to yours. Homeless b*** , ain't got a house no more. Stop hidin' the truth.. annettes a whore As for the beats at least i can supply them sh** s, eat your own skeet, ain't nobody rides that dick. Sincerely, Warehouse Productions P.S. Satan told me you kill you. Ain't nobody feel you. What a huge improvement now your body's growin' mildu. Dear Tampon, Sorry, I couldn't write to you sooner. But that ain't no excuse to infuse a dick in your kuter. What happened son? I thought we was cool. Man, I thought we was through with dissin' eachother ever since i murdered you. ...Ah, alright, f*** it... This is the story of how Justin got his nickname. Lickin' through the period blood of another's piss drain. Rippin' out the tampon jammed inside the clit place. Prick please, your the wierd b*** that's tryin' to f*** your cousin. ..Harmony don't appreciate leavin' her with' nothin' Now you gotta Dad and you chillin' on straight dick bone. ..I'm in the warehouse chillin' da straight brimstone ! my raps ova ya head, willin' to take sh** s on theres never been an ass you ain't finna go place lips on you was jay tizzle when we met up in da game den you OD'd on wack sh** , then never spit da same
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.