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Shreddy’s Dead
04:43
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Gone Christian
03:07
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In this cold modern age I’m in need of direction
For soul and mind
A compass, a shield of protection to stabilize
Set my sights high
I’ve seen his name all of my life and yet
Through my cynicism we have not met
I’m compelled to make my introduction tonight
I was too cool for the warmth he possessed
Too hard edged to let in love he professed
Might I soften my edges and rest in your light
Relax, accept you can’t answer all questions
Through his word we find all of life’s lessons
I’d suggest that his story can enrich your life
And on the occasion I
Decided to change my life
I looked only to him
And I asked only of him
Can’t you see that I’m trying to walk along side ya?
JJJJJEEEEEEESSSSSSZZZZUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS
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3. |
The LeBaron
02:08
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Don’t walk-run
grip the new concoction
Two atoms of hydrogen
One atom of oxygen
D-D Dumbfucks are buying it up
I think you qualify
More than a billion molecules per drop
Drink it or die
I’m moderating this HR conference
With homeopathic cocaine fueled confidence
Straight leg black jeans
And mint green jelly flats
I’ve got no savings account
I’ve got no belly fat
My people tell me that you’re trying to climb
The corporate ladder but don’t want to perform as a mime at my one week sobriety anniversary shindig
You needn’t glance at my blade
To know I skin pigs
I fry them up out in front of the defunct precinct
Come try your luck tuck in your jaw guard your grill don’t blink
Hoist a girthy offering a flesh before the sudden infant death council protests
Meadow foam seed oil to keep it moist
Salted ripple chips osmosis keeps my voice
My matinee set
My satin disguise
splatter them laterally
Until adequate backup arrives
No drinks no snacks
Just—-
Telepathic attacks
From the back of my lebaron
No hug no kiss
Just jugs of piss left
To divide between his parents
He’s gonnnnne
Bring the cleaning crew around
No drinks no snacks
Just—-
Telepathic attacks
From the back of my lebaron
No hug no kiss
Just jugs of piss left
To divide between your parents
Don’t walk-run
grip the new concoction
Two atoms of hydrogen
One atom of oxygen
D-D Dumbfucks are buying it up
I think you qualify
More than a billion molecules per drop
Drink it or die
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Surprenthant
05:43
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Wretched nano devices
Within your high colonic
Maybe your intuition isn’t so sound
Is the act of Draining
Little life force remaining
From a gluttonous relic so out of bounds
They try
to police we
We are unraveling
Their will to life
They can batter us
But They’re not competitors
Nary a one of them will outlive tonight
Garishly dressed bodies
Greying in storage spaces
Desperation locations
Their kind necessitated x2
Never could they imagine
To end in such a fashion
But it’s logically fitting
They threatened your beginning
Crying at night
for lack of food and shelter
Is the
reality that was the motivating factor for the
Wave of billionaire assasinations some believe was
Heaven sent or at the very least benevolent
Unparalleled
Aristocrats impaled on carousels
A warning for those remaining to spend it well
They lived well
We’ll drain their blood and live well
Relax
How are you holding up under the ocean floor so far from what you thought heaven to be
Well
Tilling the underearth under the oversight of the unseen that allowed you to be
Well
We ate you
Thinking that you’d fuel us
But you fooled us
Now we are you
Where are you ?
We can tell we’re somewhere
But your eyes can’t see us through
Now we are here
What’s the purpose ?
I want to dieeeeeee
My threadbare linen suit
In psychopath blood
My life’s purpose
I learned to strum an acoustic guitar
When the energy grid was unplugged
I never wanted to be a folk star
But I can’t make the sounds I once loved
I’ve got a gasoline powered tv
I’ve got potassium iodide pills
I blame the oceans for all the divide
Let’s vaporize em all into landfills
From behind the great pyramid’s eye
I can see why they did what they done
They’re so smug on their getaway moon
But they’ll freeze when we fade out the sun
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Mrs.Paintbrush Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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