1. |
FuckOffSuicideShit
01:29
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(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
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2. |
Bleachawk
02:54
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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)
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3. |
Manifest Ape
03:23
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(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)
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4. |
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(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)
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I’d rather not have these lyrics available. Apologies to hearing impaired perhaps.
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6. |
Significantly Distracted
02:38
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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)
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7. |
Stitched Up
03:14
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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)
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8. |
Bleachdog
02:53
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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…)
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9. |
Fuego Sus
04:12
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(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
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10. |
Ariana Grande SEO
00:28
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(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)
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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)
...
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(: 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)
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12. |
Mammalian
03:13
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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)
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DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive) Palo Alto, California
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