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1.
(aw man this shit’s gonna be wack) Pencil marks on my veins Tracing out my hold to earth Caterpillars in my gut Turning blood to cold dirt Silk has hung my form up A mere attachment of burnt flesh Stitch me into this moment Hold me close until certain breath
2.
Bleachawk 02:54
Itty bitty bits of blood and body and of flesh Seen it on my TV and I hope to smell it fresh (x2) Death to a war hawk Spit ‘em like a warthog Death to a war hawk Spit ‘em like a fuckin pig (x2) Yo Ruffle that buddy with a tire iron Scuff ‘em up pretty with the barby wire Make ‘em make out with the barbeque Teryaki, make ‘em part of you Ooh, bish, I’m a flawless peacenik Hold a border open for a refugee shit Shuttin’ down your function over disagreement On what a killer pretty boy is s’posed to do (Bleachawk) Bleach in my hair, bleach in my beard I got bleach in my eye and I am a queer Bleach in my hair, bleach in my beard I got bleach in my eye and I am a queer Leave me alone I’m psycho killin’ This silo mine so fuck your feelins’ Get all wrapped up in styrofoam yo Ship the fuck up out my village Podium boys at the big red button Click it up make Pyongyang an oven All in the name of the peace for the people Freak to the beat of the bleeding for eagle Gs up, what time is it? It’s time to dine on the finest organ Destruct your inhibition, get with the mission Slice off a portion I am but a fucking lizard clawing at a fucking roach Knowin’ I’m a hypocrite I’m rippin’ at a fuckin’ throat Itty bitty bits of blood and body and of flesh Seen it on my TV and I hope to smell it fresh (x2) Since I made turkeys with my hands (Bleach in my hair) I’ve known that taking life don’t make a man (Bleach in my beard) But I just love movies and gangster rap (I got bleach in my eye) So I am prone to hope I fucking snap (I am a queer) Death to a war hawk Spit ‘em like a warthog Death to a war hawk Spit ‘em like a fuckin pig (x4) (Stop killin’ people…just maybe don’t, I don’t know)
3.
Manifest Ape 03:23
(Hahahaha - no...why would we do that) Nothin’ can stop domination of each every corner into which our will can inject Cut into crust and then suck out whatever the fuck is eruptin’, we take it direct Nothin’ can stop domination of each every corner into which our will can inject Cut into crust and then suck out whatever the fuck is eruptin’, we take it God, gold, and glory God, gold, and glory for you God, gold, and glory God, gold, and glory for you here (x2) Slither up in every fuckin' river In your little system, lit up every corner Of your night my right is my production Fuckin’ break your bones and cave your face in just to Make my quota wrote a fuckin’ song for you And it goes ‘we take what we like’ We take what we like We take what we like Cortes came up stuntin’ like nobody owned the place then he owned the place Conquistador mi amor, they told me to get that guap in the coldest way Any beast that lay beneath thee, take an A then a K then spray We are apes, that shit ain’t changin’, we take it same today I stand for the land of the ape and the beast in the eye at the top of the bank I’m a man with a plan and a map to the gold so follow in file and rank (x2) God, gold, and glory (x2) Nothin’ can stop domination of each every corner into which our will can inject Cut into crust and then suck out whatever the fuck is eruptin’, we take it direct Nothin’ can stop domination of each every corner into which our will can inject Cut into crust and then suck out whatever the fuck is eruptin’, we take it God, gold, and glory God, gold, and glory for you God, gold, and glory God, gold, and glory for you here (x2) They wipe their fuckin' snot up on the blankets that they give you Tissue papers can’t be shared and made a vessel for their vision Idiot boxes in every home and dildo bots in every hand That relay all the info that you need to make the most of crap Expansion of the waterways and densifying crop intake Shake and bake the planet baby, ain’t no savior for the steak Saintly in demeanour and we godly when we choppin’ heads Think we should just gobble meds, then go the fuck back to bed (prolly think about this shit too much or not enough or a little too much) God, gold, and glory (x8) God, gold, and glory for you here (x4) God, gold, and glory God, gold, and glory for you here (x2)
4.
(This song is called…Apathetographic Featuring The Growling Son) Itty bitty bits of fungus sus as fuck up in my solar plexus Hexes out the wazoo on you fuckin’ creeps Uh, out the wazoo on you fuckin’ creeps Uh, out the wazoo on you fuckin’ creeps Live within my own ambitious idiosyncrat iconoclastic ideology And baller vision on the beats Ye, baller vision on the beats Woah, baller vision on the beats Run up on ‘em like a centipede Goal for a centerfold, posin’ for a centerpiece Pretty, kickin’ in my head with my own leg Call Cirque Du Soleil, tell ‘em I’m real sick Then uh, go ‘way, that’s it [We can’t trust the insect..] Go ‘way, that’s it [I’d like to become…the first insect politician] (Me too Jeff) I’m a dog with a bone and I’m pickin’ at it Cryin’ ‘bout my problems when I’m warrin’, fuckin’ sick ‘em havoc Livin’ in my lipids, sippin’ syrup sir, a sugar habit Sperm is spillin’ up and out to settle every earthen planet And… don’t notice division by the churchin’ habit Leave the POTUS position open, coat your domes in dabs y Absynth in a bag of plastic wrapped around your mouth That’s going south in every video that matter to daddy majesty I live in America but fuck this government (x4) A hundred and fifty times over (x4) Vein drippin’ agave on the tongue of the lioness Mind go hyena on the rotting leviathan Chimes shimmer and shiver in time to the rise of violence I’m giving eyes for eyes and my mind is Verizon Wireless Kamikaze lawmaker kink, I think in tanks of piss Lot of fuckin’ colors on the jacket, rap the rankest shit Call me a noggin doctor, my thoughts where the fuckin’ cankle is Only way I cum is Trump munchin’ my fuckin’ pancreas, Uh And I am killin’ on the mainframe Buddy I’m a boy with a whole thing to maintain Politickin’ with the people lickin’ on my nipple Get it in and make a million and dip and never say a thang I’m a bird, I’m a plane, I’m an animal Pullin’ heartstrings, cuddly little cannibal Nail polish, lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ glam girl Bish I live it up and take a picture of the damn world I live in America but fuck this government (x4) A hundred and fifty times over (x4) ‘Bout to land a trans taco truck on your dumb dick, with your feet out Lookin’ like a wicked witch Lookin’ like a wicked witch Yeah boy, lookin’ like a wicked witch Generally I disassociate in smaller portions but I’ll plug into distortion Now I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ flick switch ‘Bout to fuckin’ flick a switch Yeah, ‘bout to fuckin’ flick a switch Silken, drippin, I’m liquid, the style be Nectar of oh gods, I’m pretty, defile me Rhyme with the nature of God and of paper Patiently pacing to station of Kylie Smile in all of my poses, position Myself as the foe of what’s faux and delicious Dick is a condom of blood and of apathy Tap into stem of the grey matter happily Yaw Y’all don’t give a dang diggy dang diggy (x4) So I don’t give a dang diggy dang diggy Dang diggy dang diggy danga danga… …Diggy diggy diggy I live in America but fuck this government (x4) A hundred and fifty times over (x4) (x2)
5.
I’d rather not have these lyrics available. Apologies to hearing impaired perhaps.
6.
I was raised in the rays of a lovely summer’s day Cut my whole eyes out Plea-ee-ease, ee-ee-ease, ee-ee-ease...shit I was taken away today by somethin’ strange Cut my whole mind out I don’t Need, ee-ee-eed, ee-ee-eed…it Feelin’ like a Romeo I’m throwin’ pebbles at a window And I’m sick of everybody fuckin’ with my shit Right now (x8) Killin’ every demon in me on my way to you and then Forgettin’ anybody on my long long list I’m out (x8) Tell me that you love me Tell me that you really want me Tell me that you need me Tell me that there ain’t no one above me (x2) I was raised in the rays of a lovely summer’s day Cut my whole eyes out Plea-ee-ease, ee-ee-ease, ee-ee-ease...shit I was taken away today by somethin’ strange Cut my whole mind out I don’t Need, ee-ee-eed, ee-ee-eed…it (x2)
7.
Stitched Up 03:14
Hypersonic fly aquatic creatures in your speakers Dumbin' out a little more than I’m told to Dome in the mildew Dust on a high shelf High in myself Get picked apart Get broken up Get put together Get stitched up Tropical bottled and held in my breath Aquatic elements all in the Benz Crocodile head on the chain on the neck Every new battle I’m bangin’ my chest Takin’ a head off and takin’ my meds Livin’ in upper and fakin’ the rest Sittin’ at supper and thinkin’ about how They’re brutally murderin’ all I am fed I am the Rock of Gibraltar I falter for nobody takin’ a shot up at nothin’ I am a-poppin’ a collar, hollerin’ Followin’ nada, my block in a bucket Obviously, might slip up and Give in again to givin’ a fuck and Pro’ly all of this might take me Into the mood in which I am nothin’ Everything I ever said is a lie Living emotionally in the moment Figure it’s why I don’t get out a lot Sit in position to never see motion Close up your lids and evict the commotion Lay in the dirt and then take a few tokens Wait as it workin’ away at your person Take in the mud in the lung until chokin’ I don’t know if I am broken or somethin but None of me seem to be functionin’ right None of me, none of me fuckin’ is aight None of me, none of me fuckin’ is aight I don’t know if I am broken or somethin but None of me seem to be functionin’ right None of me, none of me fuckin’ is aight None of me, none of me, none of me, none of me (one-e-and-a-two-e-and-a-three-e-and-a-four-e-and-a) Lookin’ at my copy of a dvd and I’m wondering What bonus items might entice me to open it’s menu up Talking to my therapist and honestly I’m wondering If I know I am making words or if I know my hour’s up yet Brain on tilt, God drank on the job Give no fuck but he bang like dog Stardate six nine for the cap log Stay a bay boy till he hang with God Stay ‘mazin’ the brain, that minotaur Stay bangin’ the bass kicks in the car Dome on neck get snapped back far Roll on set with a rap that’s hard Fly caught on the index and thumb though My mind ride to El Segundo I’m hella sus though, lookin’ honey And I ain’t dancin’, I’m cookin’ dummy I’m gatherin’ dust, a type of relic My whole block get hella angelic Vibes I pause in fly acrylics Science fiction filed under realest, yo I am jealous of all and everyone I am motionless, wantin’ everything I am relevant, I am confident I am woken and poppin medicine (x2) Dumbin' out a little more than I’m told to Dome in the mildew Dust on a high shelf High in myself Get picked apart Get broken up Get put together Get stitched up Hypersonic fly aquatic creatures in your speakers leave you speechless Eatin’ peaches on a beach, I’m fallin’ all to pieces (x2) (ahoo, ahoo…poor me)
8.
Bleachdog 02:53
Bleach [dog] Bleach [dog] Bleach [dog] (Bleach dog comin’ on hot, gettin’ pretty little spots all over his head) Take a peak up in my eye and saffron is all I comprise of Honey drippin’ from the gums as fuckin razors shape and cut Hornet born of blood of ape, immortal mobster lobster tank Quarter-inch into my brain come up with fuzz that’s fuckin’ dank Bleach is seepin’ out the inner sanctum of my fuckin shit Spit up blood into my hand and palm my face and rub it in Lickin’ at the openings into my soul and frayin’ out Edges of my sense of self and barkin’ till they take me out All I really want is my obsidian koi pond Uh, Bleach [dog] All I really want is my obsidian koi pond Brain leakin’ out a little somethin’ and soy sauce Shimmer like a penny, pet the prettiest boy dog Bleach [dog] Livin’ in my inner, trigger pop to a pin drop Sniffin’ at a bit of dinner dropped from the tabletop Yippin’ and yappin’ for every single thing I say I want Bleach [dog] All I really want is my obsidian koi pond Take a peak up in my eye and saffron is all I comprise of Honey drippin’ from the gums as fuckin razors shape and cut Hornet born of blood of ape, immortal mobster lobster tank Quarter-inch into my brain come up with fuzz that’s fuckin’ dank Bleach is seepin’ out the inner sanctum of my fuckin shit Spit up blood into my hand and palm my face and rub it in Lickin’ at the openings into my soul and frayin’ out Edges of my sense of self and barkin’ till they take me out Never seen a porta-potty that I wouldn’t rather piss outside of And I’d tell you that I’m ballin’ if you didn’t know Ay where you go Never seen a porta-potty that I wouldn’t rather piss outside of And I’d tell you that I’m ballin’ if you didn’t know Take a peak up in my eye and saffron is all I comprise of Honey drippin’ from the gums as fuckin razors shape and cut Hornet born of blood of ape, immortal mobster lobster tank Quarter-inch into my brain come up with fuzz that’s fuckin’ dank All I really want is my obsidian koi pond (x2) Bleach is seepin’ out the inner sanctum of my fuckin shit Spit up blood into my hand and palm my face and rub it in All I really want is my obsidian koi pond Lickin’ at the openings into my soul and frayin’ out All I really want is my obsidian koi pond Edges of my sense of self and All I really want is my obsidian koi pond Barkin’ till they take me out, bleach dog (x4) (...Bleachdog don’t give a fuck about a motherfuckin’ president…)
9.
Fuego Sus 04:12
(Ayo…I’m from a kinda…place and time I don’t really vibe with it…fuck you too) (Stage dive…) Fuego Sus done built it up From nada and nothing to something and such I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus Y’all ‘ready know how it go, it’s the future Fuego Sus done built it up From nada and nothing to something and such I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus Might suck a dick ‘fore I give a fuck, like Hold my Prozac, let me go bust a nut on my soul then go in - sus Shut down all my function, fuck shit up then don’t get woken up Bleed-free, shit I’m all bone and I’m stone cold I feel fantastic Write my way out death then come back just to smack that antagonist Gassin’ up, gettin’ go, light me up, let me glow Over and out of your fuckin opinion Trillion cells in my body What do you fuckin’ know, none of you fuckers can get wit’ ‘em, guh I’m duckin’ and pivotin’ up I’m fuckin’ envisionin’ nothin’ but what I done came into make happen Actual fact is I rap and my limit is none Slide to the left (slide to your death) Slide to the right (slide to abyss) Take it back now yall (take it back) One hop this time (one hop) Two hops this time (two hops) Right foot let’s stomp Left foot let’s stomp Everybody clap your hands Clap {4 sets of 14} Now it’s time to get funky Fuego Sus done built it up From nada and nothing to something and such …cha cha real smooth Hahahaha blablablubluh Fuego Sus done built it up From nada and nothing to something and such I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus Might suck a dick ‘fore I give a fuck, like Nothin’ on me but a hot pink lip and a shot kneecap cus I talk that crap (sus) Fuckin’ ennui off all that nonsense shit y’all get off with, shit’s wack Nothin’ on me but a computer-dildo and the balls of a homo (ye) Runnin’ on E, get three digit, get a brick on gas, I’m ghostin’, oh Slurp y’all soylent and die at twenty-five Rise above the crowd, staple shit to nip Fuck a silverback, where his buildin’ at Let it fall, slap pixy track and dip Get in back the whip, ride to no tomorrow Suck a cock and feel quite alright Fuckin’ strap me in, toss me off a cliff Come back, die for the shit I fuckin’ live Dope gringo up in it, oh Wahme crank it, wahme roll Wahme crank that dope gringo Then Fuego Sus that ho, nowahme You crank that dope gringo now You crank that dope gringo now You crank that dope gringo now You crank that dope gringo now (x2) Watch me Fuego Sus done built it up From nada and nothing to something and such I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus Might suck a dick ‘fore I give a fuck Fuego Sus done built it up From nada and nothing to something and such I’m killin’ shit and I’m feeling sus I will suck a dick before I give a fuck like Guh (ay, ay….okay, okay, now) Sus
10.
(that isn’t even...that’s not even how a tape works…the fuck man) Why aren’t all of us literally Ariana Grande? (x4)
11.
You can have whatever you like…i-ike You can have whatever you like, whatever you li-i-i-ike (x2) I won’t be away no more, just hold my hand, get you out the door, you Keep livin’ like a carnivore and you’ll only eat what falls on the floor Eat a bowl full of rice, take a handful of ice, get into life Spit a bit of sunflower seed out that your teeth are too weak to slice Listen to me - it’s okay that you don’t care about Kanye West But it’s best then to ignore, rather than explore and digest, all that mess Sleepy kid get bent, get lit, get in the motion and the rotation All I want for you is to be good and nice and motivated then You can have whatever you like…i-ike You can have whatever you like, whatever you li-i-i-ike (x3) ... ... ... ... (: FuegO SuS ;) (I’m averaging a lot better on sleep… But I’m having more trouble…with the eating right thing And um…yeah, I haven’t really been going to class…this week, so… Might be an issue…there’s also this girl…that I’ve been thinking about)
12.
Mammalian 03:13
Never wanted anything like I have wanted you Who the hell else would I be talking to There ain’t a soul but us in here, and it’s a good one too (x2) My dear Honey I spend all of both long and short hand Circling back to how I can find you again It doesn’t matter how long it’s been Time and little else is reality to me We both think too much about all the things That are in our control And I will never speak for you But I know in this moment I love you on queue But all I need as a mammal are your arms around me (x6)

about

FuegO SuS is the culmination of way too much for me to handle and way more than I thought I could make happen. Blasted-Out-Hurt-Your-Ears-With-In-Ear-Headphones-On-A-3AM-Paranoid-Walk-Through-Lush-But-Foreboding-Territory-Youthful-Sexy-Rap-Music. Make it a little queer maybe.

All production and rap by DGA.

Thank you to:
The Growling Son for good noises,
Lemonworm for brain open,
Elijah for old school shit,
The family for support and noise tolerance,
AND everybody for the LOVE and stuff <3

Lyrics available for full album on each track.
A few extra tidbits on individual track pages if you like that kind of thing.

credits

released December 14, 2016

Writing, Production, Vocals, Design: Ross G Cardillo (DGA)
www.facebook.com/Dopestgringo

Guitar (Track 4, sampled on Track 7) and Piano (Track 4): Gabe Galang (The Growling Son)
www.facebook.com/TheGrowlingSon
thegrowlingson.bandcamp.com

Photography: Matthew Mori (Fauna)
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Liner Note Art Contributions (and vocal sample): Shyon Lewis (Lemonworm)
www.facebook.com/Lemonwormart

Vocals (sampled on Tracks 1 and 7): Karly Quadros (of Koitus [defunct])
koitussucks.bandcamp.com

Guitar (sampled on Tracks 1 and 4): Parent Guardian [defunct]
parentguardian.bandcamp.com

Special thanks to Underbelly and Tired Child for mix and master review/critique and for the legacy
Underbelly: www.facebook.com/djunderbelly
Tired Child: www.facebook.com/tiredchildmusic

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The Dopest Gringo Alive is the last son of Krypton and the patron saint of blast out rap.

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