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Rest in Chaos
02:18
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No one fuckin’ needs you
A nuisance to be around
You steal my money
No work of yours to be found
No fuckin’ talent
You’re no special gift from God
But you have money
Subject me to be your cog
Tell me all of your problems
You have with me
I have to bite back my tongue
Til’ it starts to bleed
If I have to hear you complain
One more fuckin’ time
I’m gonna find where you live
Take aim between your eyes
All you ever think is me, me, me
All you can believe is you you you
Center yourself on how much you can bitch
Maggots rot your thoughts you feel the itch
Small man, big town
Looking pretty
Lost sight, lost mind
Feeling shitty
No arms, no strength
Take a wrong turn
Dark alley in the night
Candlelight burns
You see two men
And they’re coming straight for you
You pant and heave
And you don’t know what to do
They pull a piece
You fall to your fuckin’ knees and
Pray to a god
That you’re too afraid to believe in
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2. |
Mark of the Beast Mode
02:58
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I’m being gang stalked
About to get M.I.A.’d
Turn the corner
In the shadows is the C.I.A.
I know too much man
I need you to help me out
Cause if they catch me
They’ll send my sorry ass down south
I escaped from John Bowen’s snipers in Mexico
Tartaglione couldn’t choke me out when we went toe-to-toe
I couldn’t sit still in the MK-Ultra throne
And I shot five guys who were ex-Nazi scum
I don’t wanna die
While the blood sucking vampires convince you that I might
They feast off the death and the despair
That earns a quick buck with a side of warfare
While the boys and girls at home watch TV
That tells them that demons are securing their safety
And I’m the threat to your survivability
While the shadows are the ones poisoning the air that we breath
I know what I’ve seen with my own two eyes
Men and women who can buy and sell whole lives
Experiment and torture, and farm our minds
For the juices inside that keep me alive
So I’m taking this gun
And going to the store
And everyone who’s following me is going to end up on the floor
Get away from me, I’m hunting
Taking back what’s mine, my love and
Cleaning up the mess and scum and
Agents in the walls I’m coming
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3. |
Scab Itcher
03:11
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For power your slumber
We carry the lumber
We prey on your hunger
You trust us go under
The panic, you feel it
You're manic, elitist
Atlantic, can’t beat it
Dramatic diseases
The people we had to
The country so sad to
My friends you’ve been lied to
By thugs who despise you
You’re a thorn
An unborn
Ripping, sticking in my side
Were put there
Unaware
A chip that gives me all my pride
Put my hand
To my chest
Hear me bark about my life
Cannon here
Got no fear
Got no tear ain’t gonna cry
You’re a scab itcher
Belly pincher
Public pisser
Zero hitter
Mad and bitter
Never winner
Ungodly sinner
Stupid critter
Piece of litter
Constant quitter
Asshole kisser
Human skinner
Big paychecks on Wall Street
No money for concrete
No highways no train tracks
Indulging in cutbacks
The guard in Montana
Our agents, Havana
More soldiers in Yemen
We've snuffed out your brethren
Our drugs in the city
For pennies so pretty
The crime we creates
Unpunished, unweighted
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4. |
Evermore
03:54
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The poison tip touches my heart
I feel the venom in my veins
My muscles ache with apprehension
My tongue can only cause more pain
I’m just an overused typecast
Just another stupid boy
Maybe I don’t care enough
Maybe I only destroy
I never promised evermore
So stay away from me
I don’t want this anymore
Get away from me
Clearly you don’t know what for
I don’t know who I am without you
But I know it’s better off
So stay away from me
I never promised evermore
The beauty hidden inside
It can’t find its way out
We push and pull all night long
Just to find ourselves in doubt
So rip me apart
I don’t want to live in a world
Where everything we do is
Ripping out my heart
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I don’t give a fuck
About a fucker, that’s not me
Work to survive
I’m tryna see my money
My hands are dried
Mixing all this concrete
My brain is fried
Lurking like a zombie
I’m putting walls up never gonna come outside
Gonna die, tryna prove that I’m right
So stay away cause you know I’m looking just for you
And you’ll cave when you meet the punisher’s tool
So hands off my shit
I’m taking revenge
Don’t get in my way
Or you’ll meet your end
Inferiority complex
My rhymes cut fat checks
Many murders on my block
By the sons of neglect
Slime balls and money bags
Tryna dodge the former
All about the latter
While I watch the blood splatter
So spit on me, kick me
Tell me you contently
Rob me, kill me
You smile so intently
I’m gunning for you, coming for you
Watch your fuckin’ back
Your too comfortable, affrontable
Bouta get whacked
Don’t bark at me if you’re not one to bite back
Don’t bark at me if you’re not gonna fight back
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6. |
The Rave's Grave
03:37
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My pulse just started racing right outta my skull
Every single word comes out as dull
I’m fuckin and I’m fiending for the taste of flesh
While everybody else is trying their best
Laughing my head off till my brain feels the breeze
And breathing in meth like I’m feeling at ease
So watch the fuck out if you see me around
I’ll smash your head in to the concrete ground
Don’t got no money
Don’t got no sanity
Don’t got no nothing
Don’t even got humanity
Right punch, left punch
Your guts are hanging on to me
Rip em apart
Your blood is curdling constantly
Entrails and rat tails
And broken, discarded finger nails
Skin paled and exhaled
And whispered hushes only tell taled
I’m a monster
A sight, a ghoul so be afraid
And don’t come down here
Your skin not meant to be so flayed
One man for the noose
And another step in line
Don’t be looking so used
Are you looking for a truce?
You know you’re stuck inside
Don’t be acting so confused
Smell that it’s a fuse?
Burning skin takes a flame
And I’m looking for abuse
Count your fingers, only two
Don’t you faint on me
It only feels like a wound
So muster the strength
To stay awake stay alive
Cause I’m bringing the pain
And you’ll wanna be behaved
Cause if you’re not then I’m not
Gonna give you a break
What’s that? It’s your brain
And your eyes will be pried
As your falling away
When it don’t feel like today
Won’t be deprived of demise
You see you die, so bye bye
Infinite hallways
You’re falling on to me
Down a dark crevice
A slumping gone body
Lost in a maze
Only seconds left to see
Your mind is null
Only thing left is me
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7. |
Who's the Fed?
01:59
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Met a girl at a local show
Who loved to talk politics
She invited me to her organization
Head over heels I said yes
We met and I learned a lot about
Marx and means of production
But something was off and I felt it quick
Someone was listening in
Through the walls
Through a van
Someone’s wired
Oh no, man
Paranoia
Creeping in
Getting busted
Not again
Microwaves
Sonic vibes
Traveling
Through the wires
Rights are gone
To an end
I just wanted
A girlfriend
Who’s the fed?
I spend a couple nights over
And started to fall in love
She-commie loves to pinch my sides
And likes to slap my butt
One night I’m sleeping next to her
In her sleep she lets it slip
That she’s talking to the CIA
The FBI, the feds!
She’s the fed!
So I scream waoh, and I wake her up
Commie says what the fuck
I tell her all about her words
How she’s lost all my trust
She says she hears a buzzing sound
And steps closer to me
She takes my shirt off revealing
A mic hidden under my tee
I’m the fed!
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8. |
Vixen
03:31
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I almost hit you today
But I can’t think of the words to say
You know my future it’s made
You know we won’t be at the end of the day
So why bother
Why’d I call her
Why’d I have to be
So on her
Cause she’s a vixen
And I need my fixing
The taste of her breathe
And the taste of her sweat
The best I’ll ever get
She’ll have me forever spent
She’s a vixen
Your shirts on my face
So I can smell your scent and remember your graced
I have teenage hate
For the thoughts in my brain
I’m banging my head
Just to get my story straight
Connecting the dots
To make sense to me
I’m left alone
I’m left to bleed
Get out of my life
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Respiratory failure
Never felt so fuckin’ good
I hack and cough a lung up
Baby we’re misunderstood
I feel you in my insides
Need you in my blood some more
So rip apart my body
And coat my skin on the floor
Fuck it just kill me here
I’ve never been so close
To feeling what I feel for you
When you make me a ghost
My head it pounds
My heart it sounds
It puts me in the mood
To aneuryse and seize inside
My body is your food
I know that I am ashes
To stardust I’ll return
While in mother’s garden
Is where I can be heard
So I beg you to return me
Don’t have to be one piece
I’ll be a pulpy mess
A bloody jubilee
Fuck it just kill me here
I’ve never been so close
To feeling what I feel for you
When you make me a ghost
My head it pounds
My heart it sounds
It puts me in the mood
To aneuryse and seize inside
My body is your food
Fuck it you’ll just kill me
I’ll just burn here when you’re done
I’m looking at your past
Killings what you’ve always won
I can hear my other life waiting
For my new return
It’s waiting for my death
It’s my souls only concern
It’s my souls only concern
When I’m screaming in your past life
Im screaming in my ashes and the skull of your old knife
You Stabbed me once
Stab me twice
You Stabbed me with a good fight
While I burn down there
You’ll be fucking in the fake life
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10. |
Ghoul Shit
02:50
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11. |
Attack Me
03:56
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Creeping up my neck
I feel your fingers grip my head
Touch me where it counts
Oh, you know you got me on the ground
So take advantage of me
You know I’m all you can see
With a million eyes believe
Tell me you need me to bleed
I want to feel you so pleased
I want to see just what you mean
You have me
Oh, you attack me
Take my life
And take my pride
I have no use for it
If you call me mine
My eyes are blind
If you give me a sign
A winking kiss
A sinking whine
Just promise me my wish
When you taste this blood of mine
Promise you can’t resist
That you give me all your time
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