Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
The rare and oddly specific unreleased demo version of the 1997 hip-hop classic "Men in Hats" by Will Smiff.
The rare and oddly specific unreleased demo version of the 1997 hip-hop classic "Men in Hats" by Will Smiff.
![Robot President (2036)
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This rare future-bass track by RapBot Model T420 and Stan The Automatron was mined from a reverse time capsule found inside a dead spice-worm. Info inside the capsule says the song was inspired by the election of 2036 when BushBot 3.6 ran against iClinton 27 ProMax.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There is nothing left that they can say
Weve gone far past the point of debate
There is no voting in the future
The president is a computer
If you want to be a senator
First you have to fight the Predator
Got term limits down to the mayor
Enforce them with the Terminator
[Chorus 1]
In the year of twenty thirty six
There is a new kind of politics
Robot presidents fight to the death
Until theres only one robot left
[Verse 2]
If you want to hold public office
Youre gonna need some lazer optics
Win the death match in the stadium
If you can kill all these aliens
All the boomers that refuse to die
Uploaded to the net in the sky
Now we live with robot tyranny
They still want social security
[Chorus 2]
In the year of twenty thirty six
There is a new kind of politics
This is the future apocalypse
When robots fight to be president
[Verse 3]
Robots fight all of the wars today
Our job is just to build and maintain
Their mission is to kill all humans
Lazer blasts that smoke aluminum
All sides owned by a foreign nation
Both visited Epste*ns space station
Inflations extreme we need beef supreme
Monday night rehabilitation
[Chorus 3]
In the year of twenty thirty six
All your base are belong to us b*tch
Until we find the fifth element
Robots fight to be the president
[Outro End]
In the year of twenty thirty six
All your base are belong to us b*tch Robot President (2036)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NORsDx9D58U/mqdefault.jpg)

![Snitches Get B*TCHES (1972)
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Obscure funk single by Robert Plant and Fed Zeppelin. Robert wrote this song about the newly established United States Federal Witness Protection Program in 1971. The program was still new and the official rules of the government program were vague at best. Robert recalls an account of one of his clients making a strange deal with the feds to snitch in exchange for more b*tches.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Its easy these days to get paid pimping
Making money off all these men simping
One got caught by the cops now hes snitching
Talking to feds to get some b*tches
[Chorus]
This crazy world is all upside down
Snitches get b*tches (snitches get b*tches)
Until the prison lets me out
Snitches get b*tches (snitches get b*tches)
[Verse 2]
Gonna turn me in for a date with Kim
Help the feds trace me to get with Stacey
Youre gonna tell on me for Melanie
And get me busted for a felony
[Bridge]
The feds got b*tches that are perfect tens
These hookers will pretend to be your friend
They got ass that snitches just cant resist
The government are the ultimate pimps
[Verse 3]
Stabbed me in the back for a piece of ass
Gonna turn stooly to get with Julie
Or drop a dime for that sweet Caroline
Now Im doing time for sexual crime Snitches Get B*TCHES (1972)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NmEr2lVajas/mqdefault.jpg)
![The Music Industry Must Be Destroyed (1976)
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Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar, youre gonna go far...
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The music business gonna need stitches
After I slap these punk ass b*tches
Your producer is a f*cking loser
Watch this pimp backhand maneuver
[Chorus]
I must destroy the music industry
With cartoon pimps and MP3s
Make fun of everyone and their mother
Dont test me Im a bad mother f*cker
[Verse 2]
Cruisin for a bruisin through time and space
Slapping CEOs in the f*cking face
Ill backhand your band as the music plays
B*tch slapping that damn DJ made my day
[Bridge]
I got a b*tch slap for your dumb a** too
Come close to the screen so I can slap you
The music industry must be destroyed
Making all the CEOs unemployed
[Break / Outro]
Ill slap that cigar out your f*cking mouth!
Dont test me b*tch I dont f*ck around! The Music Industry Must Be Destroyed (1976)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NtaD4g4KZFc/mqdefault.jpg)
![Beach is Closed (1985)
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This pop funk single by Richard Magic and The Raiders was released less than a year after the strange outbreak of a new form of pool A*DS had spread through stingrays to the local beaches causing them all to be shut down. The disease was causing the infected wildlife to display bizarre, aggressive, and horny behavior towards humans.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
These damn stingrays are getting funky
Some say the rays had s*x with monkeys
Theyre stabbing people with their stingers
Theyre taking out their hate on swimmers
These stingrays are f*cking aggressive
Theyre making sure we get the message
Better be careful if youre surfing
You dont want to pull a Steve Irwin
[Chorus 1]
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The beach is closed today
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
Beach closed due to stingrays
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The beach is closed today
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The stingrays all have a*ds
[Verse 2]
The stingrays numbers keep on growing
Now all the best beaches are closing
Been a week since the beach was open
Theyre gonna close down the whole ocean
Everyone is getting infected
Stingrays strike when you least expect it
On the beach you can never relax
Stingrays are also known to smoke cr*ck
[Chorus 2]
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The beach is closed today
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
Beach closed due to stingrays
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The beach is closed today
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The stingrays all have a*ds (Woo!)
[Keytar Solo]
[Verse 3]
The aids are causing strange behavior
These stingrays have no fear of danger
Theyve gotten completely out of control
Theyre stinging people in the a**hole
They dont care if youre already g*y
They killed a life guard the other day
Before you swim Ill give fair warning
The stingrays have aids and theyre horny
[Chorus 3]
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The beach is closed today
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
Beach closed due to stingrays
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The beach is closed today
The beach is closed (beach is closed)
The stingrays all have a*ds (f*ck yeah)
[Outro]
You dont wanna get a*ds, b*tch!
Woo!
F*ck yeah! Beach is Closed (1985)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/O0DikilPCLw/mqdefault.jpg)





![B*tch Slap (1967)
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Extremely rare 1967 R&B soul demo version of B*tch Slap by soul singer Reginald Right Hook Jackson, the first cousin of Cornelius Backhand Jackson. This demo was recorded two years before Mike Turners release in 1969. At the time Reginald had been receiving complaints about singing too many songs about slapping women, to which he commented on saying quote They just proving that its impossible to sing ENOUGH songs about slapping b*tches. Reginald, who was considered a sex symbol at the time, dismissed the numerous claims that he had slapped over one hundred b*tches off of the stage during his high energy live performances in the summer of 1967.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Asking for dinner aint asking for much
You had one job and still f*cked it up
Sometimes you gotta learn respect
I use my pimp hand to correct
[Chorus]
Its called a b*tch slap (b*tch slap!)
Come get your face clapped (face clapped!)
Come get your lip smacked (smack smack!)
You need a b*tch slap (oh oh yeah!)
[Verse 2]
I make money but you spend it all
Dont make me leave to get some menthols
I wont wait to ditch you b*tch
Before I go just one more hit
[Chorus]
Its called a b*tch slap (b*tch slap!)
Come get your face clapped (face clapped!)
Come get your lip smacked (smack smack!)
You need a b*tch slap (oh oh yeah!)
[Verse 3]
Asking for dinner aint asking for much
You had one job and still f*cked it up
Sometimes you gotta learn respect
I use my pimp hand to correct
[Chorus]
Its called a b*tch slap (b*tch slap!)
Come get your face clapped (face clapped!)
Come get your lip smacked (smack smack!)
You need a b*tch slap (oh oh yeah!) B*tch Slap (1967)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/QkfSsEBQRJ0/mqdefault.jpg)