1. |
Intro
01:00
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2. |
Vapin'
01:40
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(First verse)
I’m a brooding impolite,
No I won’t act cool,
I wanna fuck you while you vape,
I’ll suck it deeper than you,
If I act like you will they like me?
If I spend my money will they like me?
NOO!
Fuck you motherfucker!
(Second verse)
Eliquid aerosol nicotine,
Has got me shaking like a fiend,
A healthy alternative to
Cigarettes,
Just a bunch of mindless pests.
FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU
FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU
FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
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3. |
Cracked
01:08
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(First verse)
Eggs white,
Shells broke,
More yoke,
Pan smoke,
Lemonade,
Get paid,
Greek suede,
Satyr shade,
(Second verse)
Canned beverages – slurp ‘em down,
Canned foods – eat ‘em up,
Chemical flavor lifesaver,
Empty bowl more soup.
Joke joke – small talk
Joke joke - punk rock
Joke joke – DEAD!
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4. |
Grinded Into Grit
02:03
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(First verse)
I want to be made from metal,
A steel beast,
An oxidized devil,
Invincible from all my foes,
A towering construction of jagged fixation,
My life flowering into iron damnation.
(Second verse)
Corporeal temptation,
Say, “No thanks!”
I’m on the look out for shapely tanks,
Degeneracy gives way,
To a fabricated cure,
A metal demon with metal fur, BURRRR!
(Breakdown)
Now I’m bigger and faster and stronger than steel,
My gears grinding everything stupid and standing,
INTO FUCKING GRIT!
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5. |
In a Funk
01:21
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(First verse)
OOOOOOWWWW!
OOOOWWWWWW!
DOOOOOOWWWW!
OOOWWWWW!
(Second verse)
I do dumb tricks,
I got mine and you got yours,
Now!
Drink spit,
Jump quick,
I got fantasy and you got me,
Wow!
I think as a dog,
Lets all be dogs,
Woof woof,
A woof woof woof,
OW OW!
Destroyer!
Red, red, DEAD!
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6. |
Swamp Jam
02:42
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(First verse)
I’d like you to own me,
I will give you,
Naked breathing love,
I don’t want you orating no daylight,
Everything’s wrong,
I like you naked,
Naked with love,
Gone.
(Build up)
I don’t want you,
I don’t want you,
I don’t want you,
I don’t want you,
I don’t want you,
I don’t want you,
I DON’T WANT YOU,
I DONT WANT YOU,
I DON’T WANT YOU,
ANYMORE,
ANYMORE,
ANYMORE,
FUCK OFF!
(Second verse)
You never will burn,
As a torch,
I’ll never be free and at peace,
You grow old.
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7. |
Sneakers
02:10
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(First verse)
SNEAKERS!
Slipped in - tied up,
My shoes were made for walking,
So let’s get a moving stop your talking,
Ripped up - worn in,
Look at all them strangers gawking,
Never alone their eyes always stalking,
More knots and loose laces,
Another thousand paces,
But we can’t seem to
escape their faces,
Different shoes and new laces,
Untied knots and loose laces,
Wrow!!!
So peel back your braces,
And let me see that smile!
BOOM BOOM SHOES,
BOOM BOOM SNEAKERS!
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8. |
Hara-Kiri
01:23
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Slimy bleachers and a cold breeze.
Black hair, pale skin, "Oh boy! She's Japanese!"
A sea of adolescence for a few sadists to drink.
More desire, more risk, just to taste one girls stink.
She's looking my way, I flutter my eyelids, "wink wink!"
Bleacher steps and bathroom doors.
Endless lust welling over like open sours.
1st stall, 2nd stall, 3rd stall, 4th!
"I hope she can see me stalking back and forth!"
Cold air, but colder steel. I've found her stall and I break the seal.
Incoherence and cacophony mate.
GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREEAAT!
She starts to leave, a full cup of self hate.
My visions filled with rusty taps and cracked mirrors,
As it blurs, I've got one face on my mind; hers.
My body expels itself and now I wait,
Slowly draining like an open gate,
"Ahh this must be fate."
Sharp images bored deep into her skull,
Rough cuts my knife was to dull.
A crimson tree blossoms with no regrets.
Repaid for your kindness.
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9. |
Pecking Party
01:09
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(First verse)
Stuffed full of mellow tone,
I’ve got a megaphone,
And I’m trying to yell (x2),
AHHHHHH!
(Breakdown)
Why don’t you dose with me,
I love you,
You like me,
I love you when you strap me down.
(Second verse)
I got a drug craze,
You want to drug me,
I gotta drug you,
HIGH!
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10. |
It's Me
01:01
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(First verse)
Roped and battered and beaten and torn,
Can you put it away?
In luck,
I fucked,
All nightlong!
Can you put it away?
(Breakdown)
(Incomprehensible babbling generally appreciating the attention garnered from being a sex object)
THANK YOU!
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11. |
Psycho Rock n Roll
01:12
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(First verse)
Truck driving windows down, Psycho Rock and Roll.
My gaze piercing every building in town, Psycho Rock and Roll.
1st 2nd 3rd gear, Psycho Rock and Roll.
(Second verse)
Are you fast enough sucker?
Death defying feats and speeds,
Baby I got the gas to satisfy your needs.
Uhhhh!
(Breakdown)
Now there's a corpse in my cab,
It's driving me to a darker place,
Life's tax on tab,
Carful now or I'll lose the race!
An empty sack and a full vein,
I don't feel fear or strain,
Psycho rock and roll.
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12. |
Countdown
00:41
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(First verse)
There's a clock that won't stop,
Click click click click click,
And I keep trying to scream,
Click click click click click,
But it’s muffled and deaf!
(Second verse)
Ahh! Waste me!!
I wanna be your fucking rag,
Cause I understand you
like only a dog could,
I can't be wrong,
You’re perfect in my head,
In my head,
Bodies alive but mind fucking dead,
Ahhhhhh!
AHHHHH!
YOU’RE MINE NOW!
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13. |
The Dick Nixon Rap
03:01
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(Miles’s verse)
Flashing silhouettes , satirized archetypes
Hard to breath cause I'm sucking through a cable.
No guts, just copper pipes.
A square box ready and able!
Wow! It's technically incredible, physically terrible, a miracle!
50% off a snail sale persisting,
"Smash!" Goes the champaign, it's christening
A new tele-baby born from a factory
Factually, How good do I look in white actually?
Hair and garb don't agree and really that color ain't me.
(Troy’s verse)
Watch the blood drip from the razor,
Starin back at me, starin at my maker uh,
Break the fourth wall with mind,
My consciousness is free when I'm out gettin mine,
Scrape the sunken face out of the mirror,
The body goes numb but the head gets clearer uh,
When I'm aimin my revolver each copper bullet I call a problem solver,
And as long as I'm breathin I won't stop swingin,
Turn it around and expell what I'm feelin,
6 slugs 6 strings 6 ways to teach the lesson,
I'm suited up in black at the head of your procession!
(Chorus)
I just want to wear designer brand, tired of cloth shirts in a satin land! Gucci! YEAAA!
AHHHWW YEEAAA!
(Ending)
(troy) Ah yea,
(miles) Up on it,
(troy) Out here to make it,
(miles) Come on, Come on, Come on!
Come on, come on, come on!
Too poor,
Too low,
Do more,
I want to see it oblong,
Come on, come on OWWWW!
I DON’T WANT YOU!
I WANT TO SEE, I WANT TO KNOW,
I WANNA BE IN LOVE! HA HA HAHA!
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14. |
Fuschia
02:55
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Lyrics by Lydia Hogan, Vocals by Noah Atkinson
(First verse)
I feel the moonlight is speaking to me,
I want you; you see to darken my streams,
To continue a dark mind set only dimmed with dreams.
(Second verse)
The depths of the sea are callin for me,
You’re one of us mysterious not free,
Come stand beside me and Anna belle lee,
To continue a cold life,
Heated with lost love.
(Third verse)
The cries of my parents are begging for me,
Why must you be under sea when you belong here beside me they continue their lives bombarded by grief.
They continue their lives screamin at the sea,
They continue they're lives screamin at the sea.
Lydia, Brilliant!
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15. |
Intent to Sell
02:50
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(Tory’s verse)
It ain't white collar it go black mask,
Try to stay floating when I'm drowning in a flask,
Decadent and depraved, I wasted my name,
Under pressure cracked and caved,
Face down in grit, can't get over this shit,
I quit, I lit, the dirty needle stick
Built my temple out of dirt, no hurt, Already laid to rest in a t shirt,
No respect for a leech sickly sick, Burned my throat with bleach,
The crystal ball shatter, slave to the master, it couldn't get blacker.
(Interlude)
(Noah)
“Aahw man my jaws locking up, REALLY BAD! Is your jaw locking up too?”
(Miles)
Cut them veins fucker,
Shoot that crame sucker,
Get that name fucker,
Get maimed sucker.
(Chorus)
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK,
GOTTA SLANG ‘EM KIDS, GET RICH, GET DRUNK! (x2)
(Miles’ verse)
Better prick that, better poke that, better smoke that dope,
Better rend that, better spend that, better friend that dope,
Powder up pup, gotta run with the big dogs, “WRUF!” tough with a needle in your knees,
“Smack!” Runnin through your veins like a cold hard breeze,
“Freeze!” fuck that, get your gat, make that bacon sizzzle,
For mommas breakfeast in bed blitz, you’re a trapper homie crime is your business,
Cause steel feels so right,
Both the nine and the mic,
You’re always ready to fight,
To that final hour, with that firepower!
Fuckers better know the name, understand the game, or face that cold ass frame full-face bitch!
Live fast, die young, ain’t no feeling that ain’t stung!
So shoot it, base it, smoke it, snort it, pop it, and toke it
Fill ‘err up, its fuckking dope bitch!
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Dick Nixon And The Pentagrams Northwest, Indiana
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