NotoriousOutlawRecords
Elite
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Pat Flood (@rebarcock) passed away 9/21/25. Pat played a huge role in encouraging the devolopmemt of this site and donated the very first dollar to get it started. Check the thread at the top of the board for the obituary and please feel free to pay your respects there. I am going to get all the content from that thread over to his family so they can see how many people really cared for Pat outside of what they ever knew. Pat loved to tell stories and always wanted everyone else to tell stories. I think a great way we can honor Pat is to tell a story in his thread (also pinned at the top of the board).
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NotoriousOutlawRecords
Elite
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[Intro]
Hey Fuentes, come and get you some of this! Hahaha!
[Hook x2]
Uh-oh! Nick-Nick-Nicky-boy!
Snickers and nickers!
All get'n it in the kicker!
Grrr! Grrr-Grrr-Grrr-Grrr!
Uh-oh! Nick-Nick-Nicky-boy!
Better Run! Once he hears No Recs!
Grrr! Grrr-Grrr-Grrr-Grrr!
[V1]
Okay now, Lil Nicky, are you Lil Dickies cousin or something?
Cuz all I'm get'n out of you, is a Jew-S'picks
Idea of what Kiss'n ass really is
Shit I bet you've never even seen a trigger
Lest it was smashed up-in yo face
Let alone really ever come'n close to trading blows
You a lay low typa hoe-moe
But pops up when there's a psyop pop'n up
Just a boppet Puppet like poppet
A molly whop of a whopper
Just press'n play, you played yo self nuka
You have absolutely no mentals
About as intellectual as any other fictional character, Fictional or psyop real
Just a prop that can just be mop't right up
Like a write up yup no fucks over here
I'ma have em all from Marsh to Fifty to the Prez fret'n like their just another O. F. slut
Now notice how not one of these silly pod casters will actually call it for what it is
And just what is a groy-per, a groper?!
Or a man who can't grasp shit but slave shit?!
Oh well guess if Geo Rockwell was yo Gramps bet he's have'n a grand ol time
Roll'n over in his grave know'n
Some Marty McFly guy
Like tell us your a good goy, without actually tell'n us your actually a goyim typa guy like
This fuck'n guy, took his looks and outlooks and turned em into trash
Garbage no one really wants to touch
Sort of like the sharpie eye-brow guy
Ben Shapiro, fuck that Jah-Ooh-too
Now what it boils down to really is the fact that, in between the real life Truman Show's
Cast of the Departed
Nick uh, Nick fuckd up and couldn't get Candice or Erika
Now he's pine-ing harder than Corn-Hole-Lee-Oh
Nicks the Beavis to Bibi's Butt-head
Nicks the typa take a butt plug from that dildo sling'n trog-low-dyke
Oh Corn-Hole-Lee-Oh!
Smile kindly schmuck you fucked now!
[Hook]
[V2]
Now don't get me wrong folks, I rightfully know-understand pick'n on midgets isn't what gets it
What gets it is press'n up against the mic and asking
Whats it gonna take? How many more petty pretty pussy alpha boys
Are gonna have to sacrifice the narrative yet once again, in order for you to get it?!
What's a constitution if it's become worth about as much as toilet paper?!
All we have is a remnant, it's not even Irreverent to what it really meant
It's all been usurpt, turning Gen Z and Alpha
Weaker than any Gen X Alpha
That's why all the top dogs still have a leash-each one draws a limit
Whereas No Recs has not one bounrdy
B-cuz I wasn't raised as a foundling of the foundry
It's just the Zionist ponzi scheme wet dreams, really
And until we humans figure out a way govern our selves
All were gonna have is-are
Half pint sized mentally adolescent dip shits scream'n bout what it is to be a good goy
Oh boy, this kid couldn't ever dream of have'n kids cuz he's a glitch
A trap and long he yaps the longer the Jah-Ooze set the traps
So no matter who thinks this is just an average rap
Out themselves as top tier house nukas
It's just as simple as that nukas
Or we can just make it even simpler
For all the simps who haven't heard a single word and just Load Up!
Load Up!
[Hook]
[V3]
Any man who believes any parts of history
Beyond the last 20 years, has got to be the latest dick ever spit outa pecker
Fuck who said we ever had anything in common, shit not even the common cold-man
I look at all other man as if he give every other man a bad name
Just b-cuz not one man will take the final stand and actually stand
Draw'n a line as the gester alone is the Dare
How long til we get to go there?!
That's what should be in the fix'ns for conversation or well you know Bang-Bang!
Now truthfully all I ever dream as a mere mortal man is Load'n Up!
Hit'n the frontlines and never look'n back
I been known just how crooked this cooked goose has always been
America can not be, really real, if it's actually stocked with petty pessimistic pieces of shit who look to reptiles on meat suits
The same other pieces of shit that do nothing but wipe their asses with
The very same document that's supposed to give you-your essence
Shit, I just see the United States smoldering like incense Grrr!
[Refrain]
[Intro]
Hey Fuentes, come and get you some of this! Hahaha!
[Hook x2]
Uh-oh! Nick-Nick-Nicky-boy!
Snickers and nickers!
All get'n it in the kicker!
Grrr! Grrr-Grrr-Grrr-Grrr!
Uh-oh! Nick-Nick-Nicky-boy!
Better Run! Once he hears No Recs!
Grrr! Grrr-Grrr-Grrr-Grrr!
[V1]
Okay now, Lil Nicky, are you Lil Dickies cousin or something?
Cuz all I'm get'n out of you, is a Jew-S'picks
Idea of what Kiss'n ass really is
Shit I bet you've never even seen a trigger
Lest it was smashed up-in yo face
Let alone really ever come'n close to trading blows
You a lay low typa hoe-moe
But pops up when there's a psyop pop'n up
Just a boppet Puppet like poppet
A molly whop of a whopper
Just press'n play, you played yo self nuka
You have absolutely no mentals
About as intellectual as any other fictional character, Fictional or psyop real
Just a prop that can just be mop't right up
Like a write up yup no fucks over here
I'ma have em all from Marsh to Fifty to the Prez fret'n like their just another O. F. slut
Now notice how not one of these silly pod casters will actually call it for what it is
And just what is a groy-per, a groper?!
Or a man who can't grasp shit but slave shit?!
Oh well guess if Geo Rockwell was yo Gramps bet he's have'n a grand ol time
Roll'n over in his grave know'n
Some Marty McFly guy
Like tell us your a good goy, without actually tell'n us your actually a goyim typa guy like
This fuck'n guy, took his looks and outlooks and turned em into trash
Garbage no one really wants to touch
Sort of like the sharpie eye-brow guy
Ben Shapiro, fuck that Jah-Ooh-too
Now what it boils down to really is the fact that, in between the real life Truman Show's
Cast of the Departed
Nick uh, Nick fuckd up and couldn't get Candice or Erika
Now he's pine-ing harder than Corn-Hole-Lee-Oh
Nicks the Beavis to Bibi's Butt-head
Nicks the typa take a butt plug from that dildo sling'n trog-low-dyke
Oh Corn-Hole-Lee-Oh!
Smile kindly schmuck you fucked now!
[Hook]
[V2]
Now don't get me wrong folks, I rightfully know-understand pick'n on midgets isn't what gets it
What gets it is press'n up against the mic and asking
Whats it gonna take? How many more petty pretty pussy alpha boys
Are gonna have to sacrifice the narrative yet once again, in order for you to get it?!
What's a constitution if it's become worth about as much as toilet paper?!
All we have is a remnant, it's not even Irreverent to what it really meant
It's all been usurpt, turning Gen Z and Alpha
Weaker than any Gen X Alpha
That's why all the top dogs still have a leash-each one draws a limit
Whereas No Recs has not one bounrdy
B-cuz I wasn't raised as a foundling of the foundry
It's just the Zionist ponzi scheme wet dreams, really
And until we humans figure out a way govern our selves
All were gonna have is-are
Half pint sized mentally adolescent dip shits scream'n bout what it is to be a good goy
Oh boy, this kid couldn't ever dream of have'n kids cuz he's a glitch
A trap and long he yaps the longer the Jah-Ooze set the traps
So no matter who thinks this is just an average rap
Out themselves as top tier house nukas
It's just as simple as that nukas
Or we can just make it even simpler
For all the simps who haven't heard a single word and just Load Up!
Load Up!
[Hook]
[V3]
Any man who believes any parts of history
Beyond the last 20 years, has got to be the latest dick ever spit outa pecker
Fuck who said we ever had anything in common, shit not even the common cold-man
I look at all other man as if he give every other man a bad name
Just b-cuz not one man will take the final stand and actually stand
Draw'n a line as the gester alone is the Dare
How long til we get to go there?!
That's what should be in the fix'ns for conversation or well you know Bang-Bang!
Now truthfully all I ever dream as a mere mortal man is Load'n Up!
Hit'n the frontlines and never look'n back
I been known just how crooked this cooked goose has always been
America can not be, really real, if it's actually stocked with petty pessimistic pieces of shit who look to reptiles on meat suits
The same other pieces of shit that do nothing but wipe their asses with
The very same document that's supposed to give you-your essence
Shit, I just see the United States smoldering like incense Grrr!
[Refrain]
NotoriousOutlawRecords
Elite
go ahead foo 
https://suno.com/s/96bolnK2rYf7Sh9q
[Intro]
It's cold this morning but not nearly as cold as it could be, Orwell, could of been...
[V1]
"Go for a drive Daddy?!"
Yeah sure Bay-Bay, just remember that at my age, Fifty one
There ain't much I ain't seen-hun
Even after being dis-enfranchised
Entrapped within the chrysalis of the prison Corp
After being four foot five tote'n a thirty eight
Shooting up to five foot seven and then some
To stand'n just shy of six foot
After tempting fate and skate'n on
Here I am nearly seven A. M.
Jump'n up-in the Tank-throw'n on old school Notorious Outlaw Records and roll out!
Nothings the same these days and yet
Not a got damned things changed
Still dis-enfranchised
Still dis-allusioned in my eyes
So as I press down on the accelerator
The memoirs just float by like an escalator
Remind'n me that even though
Absolutely everything about me and my life has changed, nothings ever really changed
These two left feet still have hella way moe mileage
Than any one of my Silver-Rah-Dohs!
[Hook] x2
Chevy Memoirs!
Chase'n a mortal man's dreams!
Know'n I'm so awake! And so woke!
I'm broke as fuck!
Chevy Memoirs!
Never Know'n such a life!
Could ever exist for me!
Chevy Memoirs!
Chevy Memoirs!
Chevy Memoirs!
[V2]
Christmas Eve and it takes me back for sure
Like goin to Deg-ah-jay Ministries
All just B-cuz, I couldn't stand being around the Fam-Fabricated-implanted memories
Who said I'd never have, everything I have now-now though-the memoirs just float aroun
Like shit in a toilet bowl, leaving me flush
Especially when Bay-Bay comes run'n up
Arms out stretched wide as if eye
And only eye was the one who
Wipes the tears away
The only one who
Gets such big and Joyous Smiles and Laugher-Chuckles
That remind me bout where I'm from
Have been and ultimately where I'm going
And where I'm going I ain't ever needed roads
No matter what man has ever thought about
my has been ass of a life
Explain why-how my life makes all man so jelly and if that's not true
How-why is it, that for my entire life
Even on my shittiest-rock bottom of the barrel days
All dudes have ever had to say, was just a bunch of hater ass bullshit
"Be careful Daddy, drive safely and watch out for the bumps!"
Systematic schizophrenic psycho slowly leaking out as eye
Bend a slow-cool-low-hand Luke left turn
Know'n I ain't ever been anything but right
Even when I was wrong and boy-oh-boy Bay-Bay
Have I ever been wrong and so wrong, so-so many-many times
I just ain't ever gave up tryna-Survive!
And that-that eye put on whatever shit hole of an non existing life that I've lived!
[Hook]
[V3]
Now while it is true, that I've had some kind of dreams
They've all just turned out to be, the very same Nightmares that've taught me
That I'm gonna be, nothing but
What my mysterious Prophecies have long done-Prophesied for my being-being
Like when I glance in the rear-view mirror
And right there are all my memoirs
Where most men'd be like
I could just stop right here and get out and go right the fuck back to the old me
Prove'n to my self that eye and only eye-carry
The-Proof
The-Weight of a being so-Sovereign
Learned Paul-Walker-Whip'n in a eighty five Escort Lynx back in eighty five
And in the middle of a Hellish Buffalo winter too-man
Turned seven summers of adolescents, into dip'n and scrape'n up to the spot, in fully grown chicas rides
And all while still treading more pavement
Than all the oceans, that cover all the un-seen earth
And I'm still hit'n em up, in the cuts or on the main drag
So as eye take a long drag and lay into the gas
As if I was just stroke'n my Pistol and Dick
All while post'n up my shittiest Jah-Ooh jokes
Which is no joke really, so all high-coos aside
All I dream now in between the federally orchestrated
Nightmares of Dis-enfranchisement
I'm out here loaded-posted-up
Just await'n the signal and then-then there's no stop'n me then!
"You're silly, Daddy! We're gonna be here-together-forever!"
Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha!
[Refrain]
[Intro]
It's cold this morning but not nearly as cold as it could be, Orwell, could of been...
[V1]
"Go for a drive Daddy?!"
Yeah sure Bay-Bay, just remember that at my age, Fifty one
There ain't much I ain't seen-hun
Even after being dis-enfranchised
Entrapped within the chrysalis of the prison Corp
After being four foot five tote'n a thirty eight
Shooting up to five foot seven and then some
To stand'n just shy of six foot
After tempting fate and skate'n on
Here I am nearly seven A. M.
Jump'n up-in the Tank-throw'n on old school Notorious Outlaw Records and roll out!
Nothings the same these days and yet
Not a got damned things changed
Still dis-enfranchised
Still dis-allusioned in my eyes
So as I press down on the accelerator
The memoirs just float by like an escalator
Remind'n me that even though
Absolutely everything about me and my life has changed, nothings ever really changed
These two left feet still have hella way moe mileage
Than any one of my Silver-Rah-Dohs!
[Hook] x2
Chevy Memoirs!
Chase'n a mortal man's dreams!
Know'n I'm so awake! And so woke!
I'm broke as fuck!
Chevy Memoirs!
Never Know'n such a life!
Could ever exist for me!
Chevy Memoirs!
Chevy Memoirs!
Chevy Memoirs!
[V2]
Christmas Eve and it takes me back for sure
Like goin to Deg-ah-jay Ministries
All just B-cuz, I couldn't stand being around the Fam-Fabricated-implanted memories
Who said I'd never have, everything I have now-now though-the memoirs just float aroun
Like shit in a toilet bowl, leaving me flush
Especially when Bay-Bay comes run'n up
Arms out stretched wide as if eye
And only eye was the one who
Wipes the tears away
The only one who
Gets such big and Joyous Smiles and Laugher-Chuckles
That remind me bout where I'm from
Have been and ultimately where I'm going
And where I'm going I ain't ever needed roads
No matter what man has ever thought about
my has been ass of a life
Explain why-how my life makes all man so jelly and if that's not true
How-why is it, that for my entire life
Even on my shittiest-rock bottom of the barrel days
All dudes have ever had to say, was just a bunch of hater ass bullshit
"Be careful Daddy, drive safely and watch out for the bumps!"
Systematic schizophrenic psycho slowly leaking out as eye
Bend a slow-cool-low-hand Luke left turn
Know'n I ain't ever been anything but right
Even when I was wrong and boy-oh-boy Bay-Bay
Have I ever been wrong and so wrong, so-so many-many times
I just ain't ever gave up tryna-Survive!
And that-that eye put on whatever shit hole of an non existing life that I've lived!
[Hook]
[V3]
Now while it is true, that I've had some kind of dreams
They've all just turned out to be, the very same Nightmares that've taught me
That I'm gonna be, nothing but
What my mysterious Prophecies have long done-Prophesied for my being-being
Like when I glance in the rear-view mirror
And right there are all my memoirs
Where most men'd be like
I could just stop right here and get out and go right the fuck back to the old me
Prove'n to my self that eye and only eye-carry
The-Proof
The-Weight of a being so-Sovereign
Learned Paul-Walker-Whip'n in a eighty five Escort Lynx back in eighty five
And in the middle of a Hellish Buffalo winter too-man
Turned seven summers of adolescents, into dip'n and scrape'n up to the spot, in fully grown chicas rides
And all while still treading more pavement
Than all the oceans, that cover all the un-seen earth
And I'm still hit'n em up, in the cuts or on the main drag
So as eye take a long drag and lay into the gas
As if I was just stroke'n my Pistol and Dick
All while post'n up my shittiest Jah-Ooh jokes
Which is no joke really, so all high-coos aside
All I dream now in between the federally orchestrated
Nightmares of Dis-enfranchisement
I'm out here loaded-posted-up
Just await'n the signal and then-then there's no stop'n me then!
"You're silly, Daddy! We're gonna be here-together-forever!"
Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha!
[Refrain]
