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Dogtooth is a grandiose movie. I haven't seen it a while, so I'm definitely going to watch it after this.
Verse: Coke in coconuts, we ravaged souls with rubies and stole the third eyes of Nas' groupies, who are we? Most def + death I'm a friend, no less than best, but that's objectively subjective. Sticking out ain't my chest, a humble bird chest with enough mental muscle to fly, without a tutoring jet, now check, I'm only right when I speak my mind, not obsessed, while being right, here to shine, fuck around & I'll shrink your back into your spine, I'm not rapping, I'm talking, you don't have to listen, money this money that, something something about bitches, now I'm rapping, pay me, before Jew go missing in whatever town, lazy, then a pink underaged whore drags you somewhere until you're hazy, you should've studied more before graduating. Like Mary Ellen Mark, some of us are ironic at heart, and they took pictures of poverty art, with a 10 thousand Leica, go figure, I would brush my shoulders off but I see a bit of me in the spiders, creeps with eight legs as I'm in eight states at once with 8 stumps, looking at neglected lovers with hardly any lungs, it's hard to breathe when you feel smothered by someone you love. So is it true only snakes give bearhugs? With so much love in the air someone said it smells like a dead Clinton. What were they lookin' for when they looked for war during Trump's inauguration? The so called third eyes were bartered in exchange for a so called pseudo-intellectual celebration.
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A Chokin' Howard
02:22
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Chorus: A chokin' Howard in the shower at a dinner made for liberals, holding life with a rod and dying next to bathroom evils. But will he, cough cough, cough it up? But will he, cough cough, cough it up? A chokin' Howard in the shower at a dinner made for liberals, holding life with a rod and dying next to bathroom Eves. Will he, cough cough, cough it up? Will he, cough cough, cough it up?
Verse 1: Kidnapped and force fed, Howard seems to fall into a grip of sanity loss. His mind begins to deem the table cloth as a checker patterned goose, as he is dragged to the bathroom where the children of a so called future new leaves him to die and rot. He chokes, while mustering the strength to grip the shower rod.
Chorus: A chokin' Howard in the shower at a dinner made for liberals, holding life with a rod and dying next to bathroom evils. But will he, cough cough, cough it up? But will he, cough cough, cough it up? A chokin' Howard in the shower at a dinner made for liberals, holding life with a rod and dying next to bathroom Eves. Will he, cough cough, cough it up? Will he, cough cough, cough it up?
Verse 2: The germs look up at him with macabre grins, each with their own style or flavor. A manifestation of 4 incarnations of Eve appears in the mirror as he looks at himself losing his mind and his life. The bathroom door is locked, no window, no way out but death tonight. One last heave to survive. Hail Mary cliffhanger.
Chorus: A chokin' Howard in the shower at a dinner made for liberals, holding life with a rod and dying next to bathroom evils. But will he, cough cough, cough it up? But will he, cough cough, cough it up? A chokin' Howard in the shower at a dinner made for liberals, holding life with a rod and dying next to bathroom Eves. Will he, cough cough, cough it up? Will he, cough cough, cough it up?
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Chorus: please don't kill me, Donald Trump, yes, please go kill them, Donald Trump, no. Please don't rape me, Donald Trump, yes, please go rape them, Donald Trump, no. Please don't skin me, Donald Trump, yes, please go skin them, Donald Trump, no. Please don't kill me, Donald Trump, yes, please go rape them Donald Trump, no.
Verse: Lurking with a focus to a kill a lotus with poison or oceans of misinterpretation, is the mob the mob, look out look look out, your mighty potus needs protection no doubt. So the christening will happen with listens on grounds of women and then some. Severed tongues float, with no logic to sound, I welcome death, you welcome death, now pass it around, first step, universal accidental judo, while some are begging for apocalypto. Crimson tides, may hit as they run for who knows, and silent may be how to live, but violence lives in the quiet kids. Chaos shuffles in duffles as it muffled mumbles from passive aggressive nerds, and what not. Heart drops. Heart drops.
Chorus: please don't kill me, Donald Trump, yes, please go kill them, Donald Trump, no. Please don't rape me, Donald Trump, yes, please go rape them, Donald Trump, no. Please don't skin me, Donald Trump, yes, please go skin them, Donald Trump, no. Please don't kill me, Donald Trump, yes, please go rape them Donald Trump, no.
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The Stereo Forum Affect
02:20
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Verse 2: Melody was addicted to banshee melodies, and religiously fe, scary T, she wears on her breasts now, I lost track of the mind, so move to the next sound, rhythm and blues, territorial clues, the earth split open with burial tools. Inanimate? No. The wrench wants head from extension cords, and I lost all touch. Where's my reward? Is it boring offspring of such? Do I need to kill to get my lunch? Welcome to the Earth of a guy named Gus. Sitting as I spin in this, what is this as I spin in a room of speakers and misfit gifts. Shit. Ears rang and continue to sing, ding dong ding, king of madness wants to crown me prince, but the doorbell wants me to suck it for it. I lost touch I lost touch, the music has a grip to whatever I can't let go of, I lost touch I lost touch, the music has a grip to whatever I can't let go of.
Verse 1: Cosy room, I dreamt about this years ago. The room was smaller though. I can fathom how this is going to end and start again. I'm not a miracle but I can be miraculous.
Verse 3: Booming industrially as I sit vague looking at my clear reflections. The clear coat starts to peal itself at the manifestation of the self proclaimed monarchist. The irrational hierarchy of mental health start or are stroking their ego at the sheer sight of common sense.
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Jaaaammin'
02:11
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Verse 1: Welcome to your nightclub fix. Leave your house playing this and you'll probably get jumped for it. Flashy motherfucker with the grip on a gift. You can tell I stabbed for the spot where I sit. One poke, two poke, there goes an eye, pay attention. I can stir enough shit like God stirring up a protest. Election election, perfection year, scream at the results until your brain leaves here. All over the place, splattered fate to be safe, I mustered up enough strength to laugh right in your face. Hahahehehe, come on, be meaner. This throw feces at a caricature makes you look like a chimp. I'm not a racist, I just hate a lot said the white guy with a limp and a small cop's cock. Size doesn't matter said a whore for Hillary, and suddenly she felt raped in 11/16.
Chorus: Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I'm in a mind jump-roping with a box of matches floatin', Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I dump them out and feel much, and light them up in tear-ducts, Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I'm in a mind jump-roping with a box of matches floatin', Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I dump them out and feel much, and light them up in tear-ducts.
Verse 2: Why did she play house with mortimer mouse, said the pimp to the cow as he looked up a chicken's blouse. Oh no, what's all this wack random talk, it's like I ate hip hop and shat out its heart. Hey you, I'm not above being random, if there's a bullet just for me then it has to be just as handsome. Did you lose touch with the people you touched? It's nature to be used up like a whore on a party bus.
Chorus: Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I'm in a mind jump-roping with a box of matches floatin', Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I dump them out and feel much, and light them up in tear-ducts, Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I'm in a mind jump-roping with a box of matches floatin', Jaaammin' Jaaammin', I dump them out and feel much, and light them up in tear-ducts.
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Breakin' of Eggs
03:07
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Bridge: I'm racing, to the eggs, motherfucker, I'm racing, to the eggs, motherfucker, breakin' on my way in, fuck yeah, breakin' on my way in, fuck yeah.
Chorus: I bet I won't flatline, I'll live to hear screams, (I'll live to hear your screams, cunt bitch) I bet I won't flatline, you'll live to see me, (you'll live to see me you black holes) I bet I won't flatline, I bet I will touch, (I will touch and touch and touch and touch) I bet I won't flatline, I bet I will curse (I bet I will curse nigga)
Verse: Out, of the sack, I go, I burned some lips, on my path, I am, I killed some kids, trigger, happy, seed, I'm like weed, I gambled and won with a gun, I'm free to flee. A casino in Reno tried to hold me back, it was hell there, I escaped with a gun and a bat. One shot 10 hits, I'm out, I'm chased, I'm headed for Grace, I've done enough damage to require a face, I deserve human life, so I'm getting my gift, even though some of my kind are banished to this, fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I almost lost my temperament with so many nuts around me, such elegance. found me on my individual, journey, I'm glad, I flipped scripts I didn't know I had. Now I'm forming inside as you can see, I'm going to be born with a vision for thee.
Bridge: I'm racing, to the eggs, motherfucker, I'm racing, to the eggs, motherfucker, breakin' on my way in, fuck yeah, breakin' on my way in, fuck yeah.
Chorus: I bet I won't flatline, I'll live to hear screams, (I'll live to hear your screams, cunt bitch) I bet I won't flatline, you'll live to see me, (you'll live to see me you black holes) I bet I won't flatline, I bet I will touch, (I will touch and touch and touch and touch) I bet I won't flatline, I bet I will curse (I bet I will curse nigga)
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Verse: You missed your flight to Japan because a certain demon held you back, it was the same one who bit the penis off of so called pimps. Tied up you were by demonic rage, it was like looking at Satan, dead in her face. Have you ever hid in a vagina, & bit the penis off of every guy who entered? If yes, of course the demon wants to keep you for whatever whenever. You should get a future vibrator to fight off your stalker, then come next year & celebrate this time you conquered.
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Stirner○Soft
03:33
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Verse 1: Slick & sick, I'm stuck in bone marrow with bows & one arrow, the sparrow I shot landed on a spot of a wormhole plantation, I freed a fly slave, look at me, I took a pill before I fell in, see I made a farmer mad, by accidentally stepping in his planet patch, he shot at me, he shot at me, he missed, he missed, then I fell into my present; welcome to this.
Chorus: Mesmerize, do or die, do or die, hypnotize, do or die, do or die, victimize, do or die, do or die. This is a dimension where you need to twist nothing. Mesmerize, do or die, do or die, hypnotize, do or die, do or die, victimize, do or die, do or die. This is a dimension where you need to twist nothing.
Verse 2: Effects of the pill & such, kept my memories still, & still everything burned right into urns; what a grand transformation I've earned. I peeped through the peep at peeps with the peepers of a leach; I stood there in silence until I heard a beep creeping through the sleet. Now I see a group of targets standing in front me, disgruntled-esque.
Chorus: Mesmerize, do or die, do or die, hypnotize, do or die, do or die, victimize, do or die, do or die. This is a dimension where you need to twist nothing. Mesmerize, do or die, do or die, hypnotize, do or die, do or die, victimize, do or die, do or die. This is a dimension where you need to twist nothing.
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The Jacobin Club
03:28
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Chorus: From the mountain of dom'ing, you'll feel my feet, if you're traitor your head is sliced between my teeth, guillotine chop, melancholia, monstrous affects & effects, drumming nuns tried to get in, but runaway sons just killed them. From the mountain of dom'ing, you'll feel my feet, if you're traitor your head is sliced between my teeth, guillotine chop, melancholia, monstrous affects & effects, drumming nuns tried to get in, but runaway sons just killed them.
Verse 1: I can't seem to find my bag, the bag I punch when I'm vexed & stressed, is what she said after punching a kid; meanwhile Tam ran from a prison to a prism. Does a runaway, kill best, when their target doesn't miss? Tam is skilled at killing God's whores, & of course this side wants more gore-esque, with a task or two, in class, & avoiding whiplash, more or less, in distaste or distress at a time of dissed stress, you may lose your chest, when you stick it out like you're the best.
Chorus: From the mountain of dom'ing, you'll feel my feet, if you're traitor your head is sliced between my teeth, guillotine chop, melancholia, monstrous affects & effects, drumming nuns tried to get in, but runaway sons just killed them. From the mountain of dom'ing, you'll feel my feet, if you're traitor your head is sliced between my teeth, guillotine chop, melancholia, monstrous affects & effects, drumming nuns tried to get in, but runaway sons just killed them.
Verse 2: For this fortress of focused rebellion, I give my life, plus the life of certain nuns & such, so now, you'll look & pucker up, you won't kiss the pinky ring, you'll kiss us, we ran from worst & some of us, returned to the best, & the sciolists, look at us with torches. Will they attack? They should gnaw pimples off the Virgin Mary's ass, crack, brimstone & blah blah blah, they said, we destroy them with HA HA HA. Stop for a minute. Did you notice the check-mate?
Chorus: From the mountain of dom'ing, you'll feel my feet, if you're traitor your head is sliced between my teeth, guillotine chop, melancholia, monstrous affects & effects, drumming nuns tried to get in, but runaway sons just killed them. From the mountain of dom'ing, you'll feel my feet, if you're traitor your head is sliced between my teeth, guillotine chop, melancholia, monstrous affects & effects, drumming nuns tried to get in, but runaway sons just killed them.
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Québécois
02:50
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Chorus: Vault dwelling, diamond smelling, fortress breaking, creating joy, bottled up emotions let loose on the voids, hold on tight for a ride of all time. Vault dwelling, diamond smelling, fortress breaking, creating joy, bottled up emotions let loose on the voids, hold on tight for a ride of all time.
Verse: & so he wonders which pornstars are closet asexuals, the feeble look at him with cables to hang with, lonely slugfuckers with inanimate objects, they dwell while watching him dwell, & a throne is the air, as he took a few whiffs, then he let it all out to attack a darkness. Heartless? No, but the turbulence is though. Capsized on a dime, out goes the people who stalked.
Chorus: Vault dwelling, diamond smelling, fortress breaking, creating joy, bottled up emotions let loose on the voids, hold on tight for a ride of all time. Vault dwelling, diamond smelling, fortress breaking, creating joy, bottled up emotions let loose on the voids, hold on tight for a ride of all time.
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Ugly Because Sad
01:58
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Chorus: They give a fuck if you're hot or not, give a kiss, duck face before you smile a lot, you have a reoccurring shot to jerk off your gimps, electrifying, when you control your simps. They give a fuck if you're hot or not, give a kiss, duck face before you smile a lot, you have a reoccurring shot to jerk off your gimps, electrifying, when you control your simps.
Verse 1: Cruising while snapping & yapping, during shootings, outside with a 9 double m, selfie taking at drive bys, the rookies gawk at the OGs with addiction on both sides, yeah, they pray on their knees, quick pics of the moment. Is that an omen? The foreshadow was mulatto with the aim of a Gestapo, she shot her father @ the breath of molestation, he died while taking a photo, & some believe that is noble .
Verse 2: She caught herself in the post left, slutting around for approval from cops & self proclaimed robots, shame on you bitch, she said to herself, mirror talk over pillow talk, reflect over being enabled, is what she chose, she threw her selfie sticks, in the cold, bold little asses responded by being blunt cunts who miss ass pics, she may deactivate to trigger mass suicide in 10 minutes.
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Verse 1: Give him just a bun & give the dogs to clever cunts, he's going to fuck the crumbs, right out of us. No character development, same old story, the guy got the girl & the girl got the glory, trigger warning there, there & there went a uber driver with a flare, I lost touch when I kept the change, the next one in line will probably get a raise, fuckin' up the count, & that's by word of mouth. Clip my wings while I wait, because I have a hot date, regulate a culture in my face; intention is to walk, flying is for cops, the venom in your veins is enough to get me caught, sacrifice yourself & you'll probably get a bar, burning after rolling in your grave with your scars, you were such a rebel when you had to sit & gawk. Take this out of context & place it with a concept, form your own story or else you'll die trying to understand. Your melody is a toughie, I can't sing that high, I rather listen to your screams of misunderstanding a wise guy.
Verse 2: So I'm in neutral on the left side, while I'm surrounded by so called third eyes, so seemingly, what if I end burning greater than the Brits with eucalyptus during the creation of my present. No I'm not a fascist, but I like seeing pain. See I'm human too, but I like when it rains, the amount of chains I gave away left me conscious, & kinda nauseous. This island guy has his pride with no signs of decline, & she is trapped. So am I villainous when I masturbate to that?
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Paik
02:45
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Verse: I opened up your box love. Remember that? I turned you on quick when I plugged you in, My vision was weak, I had zoom in. I watched you up close as you flashed me.
You were always bright before a hurricane, I always felt your static during love's reign, you were there for me during painful days, I watched you up close as you flashed me.
A certain dream being of mine looks like you, I think of you as if you were alive & well, I can still smell you decomposing, but in my mind you are growing, I watched you up close as you flashed me.
Hi, TV.
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Zulu Kong Po
02:44
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Ode for CvR
02:35
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Intro: Nickk Dropkick, Ripdae La Wise; we are Plebs & Fuckboys, & before we start the album, we are now going to perform an ode for a beautiful online existence. It's all random.
Chorus: What did I want? Transgressive. What did they need? To hypocrite. We won't cuck for Whit, we won't cuck for Whit. What did I want? Transgressive. What did they need? To hypocrite. We won't cuck for Whit, we won't cuck for Whit.
Verse: Dear Mr. Tug-a-hoe, fighting for a thot, & what not, you're sweeter than a mistress playing jacks with her balls out, plus your head hole is big enough, for a chippy to shit, oh yes, a future you is gaming while Grampa Ivy is raping your children. Damn it. EGO DIKs everywhere, but I don't think I'm one. Lets all take pills to ease the tension? Meh. House arrest is a bitch when you have a Facebook forum to run, right? Feel free to disagree if pussy points, are alocked up tight. Welcome to the in group. Stuttering hypocrites scream at this. If only I had time to confiscate their kids.
Chorus: What did I want? Transgressive. What did they need? To hypocrite. We won't cuck for Whit, we won't cuck for Whit. What did I want? Transgressive. What did they need? To hypocrite. We won't cuck for Whit, we won't cuck for Whit.
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The Experimental & Noise-Hop brainchild of Ripdae La Wise & Nickk Dropkick
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