Songs Stuck In Purgatory, by The Stupid Stupid Henchmen (2024)

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Nothing Matterssh*t. I'm growing bones out my forehead,like 3 sharp horns piercing out through my cortex.I'm taking shape of the baphomet, i told you the day we met, I'm the disciple the devil sent.gone mad, cuz this substance is cruel. can't decipher my dreams in a coma from a bad mood. and now I'm twitching in my sleep. f*ckin huffing up linseed,(oil)killing all my nerves in the backseat.i realize now that i can't do sh*t when I'm surrounded in my own dumb guilt and vomit.at least I'm the only one that listens to my sh*tty rants about destroying the system.tangled up in my sub thoughts, i never say the right thing when I'm f*cked upearly morn, im found camping out in my heads foghoping for a clear day, so i can finally move on.now im drivin home with my head gone.running all red, while my heart barely hangs on.i fell in love once, but whats the point now,cuz the whole worlds all going hell bound.my humors low brow, and thats how, i can laugh at my self for rotting out past the turn style.all alone below the substrate look I'm in bad shape, scatter brained all over the f*ckin place.

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i took the G to the A. packed with the villians i hate, im the one percent of that percent that doesnt relate.ive grown attached to rebellion since the day i remember.gotta blow steam off the embers just to cool down my temper.im bored now, and tired. i've been looking way higher.to overcome these end of days but Love won't fill my desires.i should shut up and pray, but im gonna dig for an answer.even if i have to perish in the flames of disaster.I took a cue from my brothers to get the hell outta dodgea better set up at home, but my hearts thick in the fog.i know i dont want a phone or machine, or you calling me. i wanna stay gone, and witness you all suffer from this disease.scrap the digital cameras and then put seeds in your planters. create something more hopeful than what i read on yer wall.i've got a fond thing for a natural human bonding. but this other form of mankind is nothing i would buy into.I pride myself in defying the system til the day that i die.closed minds will just follow all the rats without two open eyes. whats good for me, is not for you, or most humans too.too blind, to see what else is out there than on channel 2.i thought i'd f*ck the police but i'd rather f*ck the feds.im just sick of living dead, and right now i feel headless,brain stems stringed up, detained. im just trying to keep sane.i think we'd all like to hold on to our own reigns. cursed, i know a few people that i'll never trust again.losing friends to this game, is no way friendships should end.but then again, what matters, is how you keep yourself in check. id cover up your heads when cops think that they shoot to protect. f*ck paying your rent scheme, my credit is complete sh*t. this whole f*ckin system can suck my fat f*cking dick.now that the ties been unknotted, and the strings are all cut.im taking a personal day off from the world that you...f*cked.

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i missed my train to freedom heading north, but im stuck here wishingto get outta this empty feeling and hoping the whole world would just diminishim finished with these crowds, and it seems these dark clouds keep pouring downso im collecting every cent to catch a ride back to my balanced groundmy mind detached from logic, i lost it while i was turning profitnow im walking headless cuz the system had me listedto tax my brain stem.its fine though, i never wanted to become a faceless drone in that cult.cuz im my own, and the only thing you own of mines been stolen away from my home.ya'll dont have control no more.im for the cause to destroy your war.even though i was scammed into paying a quarter more for organic corn.thats why im pawning off all of my belongingsive been stuck f*cking up, laying around, lazy and down, and ignoring the law./but thats that, its not like ive got a raise in 5 years or so./im still a chump that pays the deposit on 12 bottles,and i've about lost it, on adventure to hold the whole world hostage../but i've got no postage to litter the capitol with a terrorist motive.just a closed lid on this tupperware full of chemicals to erode pigs./im gonna soar the skies swiftly, before you destroy the air i breath.then like the drug controls the fiendi'll control the world, encouraging love and unity /peace, thats just another word for war to me.and you ask me why im sick of this king?im from the east, /born in 1985 as part of the generation y.a generation where this internet sh*t rules everyones pathetic lives./hold on, let me post that. so big brother f*cking knows that..i wish i'd disappear and come back as a comet with earth in its path./im on a trail that leads to my demise, and while my minds going null,im searching over my mess it seems everyone left, now im here all alone./i've broken off, and now im slowly floating back into a black hole.and the pull has got my sanity collapsing twofold inside my fat skull./im sure when the feeling of love is gone, that nothing matters anymore./so im on to a new ritual, thats got me creeping through the devils door.im dumb, from small town, i love guns, and eat cowsi get drunk and scream loud. then pass out!/i cant afford air anymore, so im moving on to absorb the soil.reincarnate into a green plant, cuz i f*cking hate where my f*cking heads at.im losing touch with people cuz to most im alien and see through,but even as a ghost its hard to move on and escape the things i hate the mostand the closest thing i have to reason is this synthetic f*cking planand even then i cant depend on any helping f*cking hand.thats why im skipping town now. but not for another hour,i spent 2 bucks to get a co*ke and i've got a gyro to devour./i sure hope we all start over with no phones, macs, apps or cable.cuz theres a beauty in this nature.especially when the currents been disabled./and for anything man made, my intentions arent that great.i always pray for ill fate. whether its friend, foe, or family./i released that anger for one thing, but still, my life means nothing.im hunting for what could be the answer, but nothing yet has struck me. /i've built myself a pile of this, and if you don't know what my style is,baby im a nihilist. /

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Two Months OffI took two months off, and got the flu shot. Lost my voice box gettin' meds at the dope shop I spoke soft til the nyquil dose dozed me off And dreamt of knocking down walls crushing cops and their laws. My deep sleeps found some old memories. The kind i had during school amidst all my enemies. I had a breaking through when reading my mental To let the past go, while i grow my potential.The kind of person that pretends is a f*cking fake, just like the better part of trends thats around in these days. i got sick… so i ain't thinking straight but i know the kings contaminate your f*ckin' minds with waste. i keep trying to find a quick ride to get to my high now my lease is up, and i feel like im half alive. i know you all feds poisoned my system. so I'll skip my next shot when I'm feeling the symptomsI got the flu from the federal doc. for two months i lay across the cot. i lay stuck in bed all aloonnnee nah nah i know my votes won't stop the fed so i'll attack by any means to end. the all seeing eye in possession of the wrong hands.

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yours truly i've been setting fire to every sh*tty thought in my head.but the troubles been remembering what was wrong with what i said.now im moving out and selling all my stuff to meet ends.maybe i should think twice before i piss you off again.but my mind is soooo gone, i keep repeating my dumb antics.my stance against yer president has got me acting f*cking frantic.and im about to ignite this flame to everything i own.paranoid, i need to die and then hide my souli don't trust you, bartenders, cops, feds, doctors and bankers.no thanks, but i'd rather fend for my own protection and health.i got no f*cking sentiment towards politics and your views of heaven,im the opposite of what you've ever liked and represent.its too bad we don't attract, but im not that sensitive.i won't cry, even though i tried to change my life to be friends.i sold out for love, and for a moment we had something,but nothing enough to wreck the walls of this world.its stupid i know, but im waiting for a jewel.i've been obsessed finding her since the moment i killed you.its a metaphor of course so don't bring me to court,cuz that systems worse than voting for electoral votes. I gave it a try, cuz you wanted my head checkedbut the doc said i needed drugs, therapy, and the 12 steps.i don't have time or money for any of those, and its funny,and when he asked for a grand!?, man, i just took off running. im doing good, and getting work done now more surely.cuz rudie never fails, so i signed it yours truly.

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quitteri always had a hatred for authoritarian patriots,disguised as do gooders protecting investments,but rather they misuse their power on innocence.i know that, because my dads a f*cking bigot. / i grew up alone cold and muted my own thoughts. just waiting for a moment to call out a few cops.your pensions not about how many struggling families lives that you threw out.a loud mouth, still sour that you screwed up your future for a promise of false power. / im nobody but i still dream of a world where i can skate free.hoping young revolutionaries will burn the world then come and save me. im working hard, or not at all to break every f*cking state law.and prayed the start of the end would lead to our governments own pitfall. if we revolt and take over town hall, its all i can hope for.to return whats owed back to us, and begin this whole new folklore. this cold system always incarcerates the innocent souls.while friends return dead for unjust corporate occupation for oilthis nation is spoiled, and breeds our war mongering police force.cuz i was told these young gamers are only training to become our country's drones.and the whole reason im broke is… i can't follow orders. my whole sh*ts in chaos, but i won't quit and become another bail out.like thugs who fail outta college and become another cop for a small town.all out quitters, theres more to fight for than a f*cking (corrupt) crown….… i drown myself with the fermented malt to shut down my headthen im just a host to the anarchist i dreamt and in disorder we'll rule the world removing this evil forceand have a common goal to improve the well being of our forms.no more unjust and fabricated stories.cuz the glory of life comes not from destroying, cuz once theres and end to this turmoilill compost their remains into a healthy soil.

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No IncentiveIt's kind like that sh*t that gets stuck in my mind, a pseudo-drug with with no side effects except mental decline.For my tension purposes I lighten up the sandlewood candle, it seems the easiest sh*t is the stuff I can't handle.What the f*ck man? I silenced a call from a good old friend, I say sh*t I mean and do nothing cuz it's all just pretend. I'm frustrated with life just in general, cuz now I sleep all day and wait for my hell.I was infatuated by all the lights in the skyNothing comes out right the first f*cking time cuz I deafened my ears to block out the soundA blankness fills all around nowI'm not in the mood to look at bright things I'm acting like an ass controlled by f*cking strings Maybe if I weren't acting like a punk I'd be useful in a way.This isn't me this isn't me this isn't meTwisted throughout my own version of hell I can't get outta tha grip of this f*cking shellI keep saying sh*t way too many times for no reasonable explanation this is sh*t this is sh*t this is sh*tIt's seeming like the sound of pain is a good idea and I yeah I know I'm sounding kinda vain Cuz this bullsh*t is all just a game, my whole life is lame,I've been rewriting sh*t that all sounds the same I've been cutting off my friends and sleeping til ten. This is sh*t this is sh*t its just a rerun again. There's a solid line that borders my brain that disdains good reasoning and makes me insane! HaI was born with no reasoning mindAnd I've got no intentions of every trying to findThe sh*t I've been taught is now lost in spaceGive me a cheese grater and peel the flesh off my face hahaI've got no motivation to make my bed in the morning get my ass up at 7 make my life not so boring. f*ck that sh*t I'll stay up for 6 six days and summon the clouds to pour some f*cking sh*t on me.

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Agoraphobeyo my friend i wanna show you the exterior,i know you feel inferior but thats nothing you should fearinstead of just shopping on the amazon' preserveyou deserve to see the Rio Orinoco, the dot com doesnt calm the nerveim not just here to try to control your brainits just not that healthy being cooped up inside all dayyour missing sights of the sunrise and your attitude's the devilyou can't even get motivated to live your life like a rebeli know you're stubborn, you keep watching Buffy re-runsall of a sudden you're possessed like Regan, spitting vile tonguesits typical of you to impose any sort of horror sceneyour excuse is obscene, i know there's no one in your dreamsbut i'll slay the demon, with one swing of my demarinieven though i try to catch ya, when you're rolling off on eyou seem to be content being single and depressedalthough i try to help you, you try to squash me like a pest. yogot the flu, developed strep, thats a product of uncleanlinessi see potential in your step, but the Lambadas quite intensefirst id take it slow like the rumba's sensual movementsbut you're ambition is inept, so i kept the keys to your criba cruel thing indeed. but please just ride it out with me.i wanna take you out on the town, n leave your mundane life styleim pretty far from being any sort of MD.but i might be beneficial to improving your mental psychei told the exorcist to leave in the demonthe sight of 18 million people has got you in an upheavalTake some Risperdal to minimize the voicesyou make the choices, im just here to guide you to your energyenter and see, Humans aren't as bad as evil seeds.buts its cool if you're feeling delusional.its no prob at allill be on the other side of these borderless walls.where the world's there for me, taking my calls with open arms.

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with the sunshine on my face,i cannot complain about the things that are driving me insanethere are too many things in my wayone too many things circling around in my brainand i find myself dismayed just trying to make it through the daythese things i say, i won't complain, i can't get myself straighttoo much pressure from temptation with no means of escapefor goodness sakes, i need to find release from this placeif i don't, it's something i'll regret and i couldn't live with thatso i need to make amendsneed to straighten up my actbefore i get caught off guard and fall flati don't want thatbut i guess that's just the way it isi can't believe this is the way we livehe turns around to me and says, "duh, man. ain't it obvious?"apparently i've been a bit oblivious to what i seethis puzzle's just a few pieces short of being completei've got it stuck in my head but i can't help but dreadthat i won't understand what all this means once it endsand i'd rather live forever than take any chanceof not comprehending what it means in the endwhat will everything mean when it ends?as the light fades away, slowly turning to grayrecollecting the events of the day, i lose the strength to motivateneed something new to stimulate my brainbecause i still can't seem to get my story straightnothing's what it seems, what is this supposed to mean?i can't relate, but i know i need to get it straightlooking back on my past wondering how i've lasted as long as i havecan i get back on track or will this train turn into a god-awful wreckbefore i get the prospect of a life i never hadjust then death appears on my doorstep but i have no chance to reactbefore he looks at me and says, "you're next."i laugh and say, "duh, man. what'd you think i'd expect?"i don't suspect you're just paying me a visit, we're not old friendsnor will we ever be, but i think you're just what i needi still don't believe and can't realize what this all meansbut i think i've found my release, how long until we can leave?

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ghetto descendentim broke, stole some gas to soak this cloaksmoking just to ease my pain, smolderinglike johnny blaze, im the dark haze thats hauntingevery parents dreams, i shatter peace in families.cuz im the cause, nullifying the disease.chronically diluting the glue that bonds any sort of union.in your eyes im the devil, flying in to shake the level.i staked the rebels with the metal on my cleats and.got the bodies in the freezer selling parts to make ends meet.!!!ghetto descendent~~~~coinstar cost me 10 bucks to clean my coin jar.so i bought a sword to slash the throat of my soul's guardim the wild dog eating anything that walks.i toast with the dark roast in the morn to cut down on all my yawns.half n half please, im gonna slaughter arnold palmer.eat the soul of jeffrey dauhmer, to calm my scalding thermometerlocked the doors and monitored my moods answer to the rulesi should've spent my dough, on repossessing my own soul.

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Down by the poutine shopI cut the cheese like its mustardf*cking lusted over belgian friescrying gravy through my eyes delicately sliding by on icedrippin molson dry out my open poursended up melting cheddar like im the human torch.

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(Got co*ckblocked)we crossed through the borders ate poutine then smoked meat,blocked mccracks crotch from getting hivleft grumpys at 2 and headed down to the pool hallwe checked for his pulse and then jeff cued up the pool stick. pool chalked, mcCrack, f*cked up, his head.

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Self(Dimension)The doc told me to consult with my lonely half soulabout switching my role as a time clocking asshole.i stole a load of gold from the remains of the throne.and then indulged in the manners of the satanic cult.i dragged through some hard times and plotted demise.the kind that got files coughing up my dry rotted eyes.i'm lil older, and i'm over this spell now.but in doubt about how my well beings black out.skip the chapter of the good times i spent in denilea dumb child wrecking jenga to an unwanted pilei cut my ties between friends, to release half the tensionwhile i dazed selfishly into another dimension.errrggh, im kinda tempted to just end my existenceor donate my sins to anyone that resists them.Im perfectly content as a nobody with no one.so go on and be gone i'm f*cked up.i gotta stop my pretend show.bull cut the chains to break loose out of death's tow.and even though im the insult to your 'perfect' world.ill burn your family tree and plant a new seed to growi'll spawn the black shadow that makes your mind lose control.so i'm the only you recognize to pay me the toll.you see, im going green to save the planet.and one day i'll own the sun to scorch the rock we inhabit.

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BeginingsMy beginnings as the beast started showing in the teethupsetting the peace when i put my thoughts onto the sheet.my brain was in a light decay until i dropped the bottlethen slayed the garish guard and fed him to the starving model.My host is the mortal but my souls impartial to your orders,so my free thoughts chopping cops up in butcher shopsjust to squeeze the cologen in all the clod heads followinga non existent plan to stop the spreading of my evil pollen.Born like a massacre. Im a disaster to my family.acting happy cuz they wont admit their childs the f*cking rammed beastim already deceased, and my body's leaking through the next dimensionwith no intention to stop this disease.so my ghost lays the frame and spreads the ashes over open flames.opening the gates between your heart and the dissolving fate .im the new machine always untying your knotted dreamssequencing the schemes to destroy all the opposing teamsand when your precious heads are getting tested.the medicine will only slow my transit into blackness. i mine the holes in your brain and contain the only anecdote,but no one knows, cuz i don't show soul in a CAT's scope.i resist any exorcist's spell riffs.and convince any sort of good left to be negative.and when the form rejects the clock, i'll find another body to rot.and inhabit your mortal skin until your desperate breath has stopped

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Disaster{I'm listening to}lovely, lovely ludwig vanEye ball cuff links clippin onMy Chaos is artistic science <---you can't stop the infinite alliance....we reign supremeLed by a thousand dogs with golden shieldsWild-Boars are tamed andtrained to pull my chariotsthrough fieldsI'm the indirect descendantOf an Opium war heroA case of light reflecting pendantsRest atop my bureauMy line of blood is royalDeeply rooted in the soilMy castles set upona ghastly precipicewith stone gargoylesHOOK:We reign supremeThe Infinite AllianceAll hail great regimeThe Infinite Alliancean imperial designall sonic diagrams have been aligned Beyond the span of timebeyond the span of timeour sound manipulations when combinedis an imperial design to all creation Im the Nemisis .roll through electric fences to spread common sense.i keep my thoughts condensed to channeled intelligenceonly used to attack conflicting interestsi was taught by the masters,at the cost of any matteri'll survive any disastersand boldly hold the golden crownto lead my henchmen above the hollowed ground

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I shouldn’t have called this gal. she owes 10 bucks and a couple of foxy looks.It messes with my head sh*t I dropped my pants lets put those clothes back on the hooks,I look at the time its 9:04 oh me oh my Oh good good lord. I held it down in the south shore, used painters tape to disguise me moreI took the long trip home and spent my cash made a few wrong turns that saved my ass. But im deep in debts. I like the color of a red pen’s bloody messIll holler back later sooner than soon though. Don’t get the intention that ur not my flow.I’ve searched high and low, in expensive stores. But most people keep me looking for moreOh noooo i don’t hold a grudge for too long. Let’s put away the past and drive dead.I would never trust a man with blue set of teeth , I would never trust a lady with a neon orange fleece.These hot nights seem to wear me thin and keep me up all night . and the sound from the bar is wearing me down.Turn it up Turn it up, my eyes aren’t bloodshot, turn it up turn it up.my ears aren’t saying stop!I lived on the air from a balloon for three years straight. I got this order for some jasmine tea.Im all over the place from the left to the right and the right to the left,and spill my(ke) coffey into the abyss. I know I’ll probably resist my arrestit* not the case right now, im headed to nature valley and find my self aawweand don’t you go hide because my double o sevenses are spying in the room next door.Bring some match light charcoal and a bobbin pin to keep you pinned to the floor.Watch it burn watch you burn. Enjoy your f*ckin seltzer. Keep it cool Keep it cool. I’ll sleep down in the cellar

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yours truly i've been setting fire to every sh*tty thought in my head.but the troubles been remembering what was wrong with what i said.now im moving out and selling all my stuff to meet ends.maybe i should think twice before i piss you off again.but my mind is soooo gone, i keep repeating my dumb antics.my stance against yer president has got me acting f*cking frantic.and im about to ignite this flame to everything i own.paranoid, i need to die and then hide my souli don't trust you, bartenders, cops, feds, doctors and bankers.no thanks, but i'd rather fend for my own protection and health.i got no f*cking sentiment towards politics and your views of heaven,im the opposite of what you've ever liked and represent.its too bad we don't attract, but im not that sensitive.i won't cry, even though i tried to change my life to be friends.i sold out for love, and for a moment we had something,but nothing enough to wreck the walls of this world.its stupid i know, but im waiting for a jewel.i've been obsessed finding her since the moment i killed you.its a metaphor of course so don't bring me to court,cuz that systems worse than voting for electoral votes. I gave it a try, cuz you wanted my head checkedbut the doc said i needed drugs, therapy, and the 12 steps.i don't have time or money for any of those, and its funny,and when he asked for a grand!?, man, i just took off running. im doing good, and getting work done now more surely.cuz rudie never fails, so i signed it yours truly.

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C Am F GC F GLyricsI like ponies because they make me happyWithout ponies I wouldn't be happyI would be sad all the time with nothing to doNothing to think about, except for youAnd all the horrible things we went throughI've kind of been regretting it, I think you have tooSo I've want to apologize for all that sh*tBut I guess I just never got around to itSo I'm sorry, I never wanted it this wayI'm so sorry, I never wanted it this wayAnd I never wanted you.

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Things keep getting caught in my throat,then my face turns blue as I choke.I throw my arms up as I kick back my chair,and I gag and gasp as I breath for air.I am just a choking victim!I am just a choking victim!my face the color of plum!I am just a choking victim!Things keep getting caught in my throat,then my face turns blue as I choke.Dr. Heimlich often saves me from death,his maneuver often restores my breath.But this time he is nowhere to be found,and I choke and I choke until I hit the ground.Then I'm just a dead lazy bum...I am just a choking victim.Many times I choke on poison fumes or food,it is a bad feeling, so I'm in a bad mood.A chicken bone, agent orange, zkylon-B, mustard gas;it only burns for a minute, then it knocks you out fast.The oxygen halted, can't reach my brain anymore,so then your sense is cut off and then you hit the floor.Then I'm just a dead lazy bum,I am just a choking victim!

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I'm stuck in this long long stare and I have to tell myself to breath this airCuz I'm submerged under all this nothing and I'm still waiting for the sharpest thingTo wake me up, up outta this coma, to realize I'm alive and there’s f*cking no oneBut anger, sad, bad dreams, no truth, just false pretenses to save the world soHey heyI’ve brought no sense to your feeble ears and all I've coughed was blood with fear soTake your time, watch bombs collide, cuz I found the road that leads to nowhereUpstate New York by Connecticut border, air ride equipped so to second I shift itBut I lost control when I saw the maddening skySo now yer gone and I thought I was lost and had no directions to afford the costI was a friend in need but you were a friend with greed a selfish lier who consumed the desireTo f*ck you up and get stuck in gold, the white lines are lies, watch yourself unfold,Yer not yerself, I don’t know who the f*ck you are, you left us cold, but my friend you are the fire,Hey heyA starved machine, dead under pressure, against the order, yer making your life shorterYou find yer high that brings you low, and yer rotting sour cuz ya skipped the showersCuz ya don’t think its nice you waste some waterYou dug me out a rut back to insane, but I f*ckin pity the fool who climbs to fame.I I I I I I I I I I I I I I pity the fool who climbsInto ferrarri’s and private jets, yachts, but not tree houses.

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(MC DEVLIN:)Yo, you don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me, I'm a loner, a rebelI still remember when my owner assembled me from like thousands of pieces of rotten cadaversnow I'm lost in the caverns, gettin' wicked like David Seville of the chipmunks(CHET:)and all I want are my two front teeth to enjoy this meal in the back of my trunk(MC DEVLIN:)and I swing and I swang and I swung and I hope you brought the young'cause I'm here to mate and by mate I mean eat your children while they're fast asleep(CHET:)Loosen up my belt to ingest the deadchemically unstable inside my headsold my marbles to a man with a hookhe was trading me life for his hand that I took(MC DEVLIN:)Check the cortecca y'all cyborg girls I'm an analog man in a digital worldlayin down thoughts on the 4-track, tryin to analyze life with a thorn in my thoraxpicnicking in the rain on electric blankets still plugged into the wallI ain't a rebel with a cause, I am a rebel on the scene with adamantium claws(CHET:)Kryptonite kills the flow of the rudeboy game but I'm still ruder than Lex'cause I wanna cop a feel with April O'Neil, find the secret of the ooze just to get that sexand I heard one day when you go down low, you gotta rub the beam to hear the Star Wars themeA wookie told me "uh-oh", that place is a "no-no"got to homeplate with C-3-P-Ocaught in a mix up (mix up) tryin to fix up your fallopian straw with my Mechanical ClawMy German chorizo lubed up in Crisco(TOGETHER:)I crumble MCs like Nabisco in Frisco(MC DEVLIN:)Sawed the legs off of Big D's tablerude girls trippin' on my microphone cableI plowed through Nitro and TowerTake Lace to the place and waste time for an hour(CHORUS:)Sometimes it really makes me wonder, what I gotta do to keep from going underSometimes it really makes me wonder, what I gotta do to keep from going under(MC DEVLIN:)Never bit the bait, but the bait bit me 'cause I got mad hits and these young girls won't let me be(CHET:)It was only a crime under 17(MC DEVLIN:)I was on the scene like a sex machine, then every single thing below my waste turned greenso I hit up the doc for some topical lube,then I used the tube to get rude in the room on a Tuesday night in the TV light I was feelin' alright (alright)as an Indian woman with a jewel in her nose, entered my room in the catwoman clothes(CHET:)Took a personal day, she caressed me downto my toes, then up to my crownI'm alone no more but I'm still a lonerstill rebel at heart put my bat mask onyo Ma, can I iron my cape later on?(MC DEVLIN:)Rock on till the break of dawnfall asleep and wake up in the neighbor's lawn(CHET:)Hey, yo, don't get me wrong, no ounce of guilt I don't play women like Wiltand when they tell me that's nothing but netmy heads up high, 'cause it's all I could get(MC DEVLIN:)Soylent green is a delicacyIn a rich hood, where the eatin' is goodI did it like this and I did it like thatAnd I did it with the Louisville wood and the wiffle ball bat and the soft ball metalI'm a boiling kettle on a hot coal stoveI found myself but I lost my soulStill it's all chill cause I'm just so goddamn ill(BRIDGE- sung simultaneously)(CHET:)I really gotta fix my sh*t so when you come on by I'm feelin' flyI'll show you 'round to the circuit roomit's kinda cold in there so let's up the heat(CHORUS)

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the demon inside me told me to kill him sublimelybut the poison and pills did nothing but blind meso to you my best friend i guess this is the endi hope this helps you cuz you never f*ckin helped mebut i bleed and i bleed screaming for you to readthat note in yer dresser but the blood may have made it messieri’m glad that i’m done, my final moments in the sunbut it's just as dark to me as the demon inside of mei’m dying away my bodies turned grey,and i hope i'm long gone by the end of the daybut i’ve been waiting too long my stomaches been shot,the gun lays beside this f*ckin pile of roti had fun while it lasted the blood and disasterthe gun and the blade my own game of charadesfreeze frame the impact of the bullet and throat choking,maybe you’ll believe me now when i said i wasn’t jokingand when yer so alone, and silence is all you knowthere’s no light at the end of the road,so f*ck you all and to the god that you prayi’ve wished for hell every f*ckin daythe misery grew as my body decayedi prayed to satan for this sh*t to endanother funeral for you to attendthe demon’s voice drove me herei couldn’t laugh, i couldn’t tearthough ecstatic i was f*ckin scaredbut i was lookin forward to this f*ckin dayhere it is in its final thoughtit* more beautiful than you all’d have thoughtsicken yer minds and don’t blink an eyecuz yer all just here to watch me die

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Can you feel the pain, when you’ve lost everythingDown the drain flushed away and it's burnt into flamesNow yer all alone, with nothing but yer dignityBut it's f*cked from the world and yer own self pityKeep on praying to yer nothing up thereHe’s been dead for over 10 million yearsI find it funny that this joke gives you hopeWhen yer in hell you’ll see you should've use the ropeLoad up the clip, sit back and let it f*cking ripRun into your church, and preach the bible by shots firedTeach those long lost souls a lesson that they’ll never learnFill the church with gas and watch the motherf*cker burnKeep on praying to yer nothing up thereHe’s been dead for over 10 million yearsI find it funny that this joke gives you hopeWhen yer in hell you’ll see you should've use the ropeSo now you burn alive from yer own mistakeBut this evil in me, man it f*ckin' feels greatFeel everything you’ve lost its gone an forgottenSo this is what you getCuz yer life's so f*ckin' rotten

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hey what the f*ck we're all run by sc*msuffocating, bleeding cutoff, deteethingwe're all falling apart in parts as a wholesurrounded by corrupt government officialsscrewing up killing the innocent and mef*cking up all over and spreading death like fleasa virus disease like bacterial mold on cheeseeating away at everything we got.i feel so close to the fiery pitcuz satan's got my soul in itexploit the demon inside of yaand kill the first cop you see in front of yai feel no pain in hereand my eyes don't shed a f*cking tearbut i watch the church flame in the airand the shadow of the devils pointy earsi sit strapped inside my cold dark bedi watch the clouds separate into their final sunseti've locked away from the greed and hatecuz the people are f*cking beasts to meand the killing spree has just begun,cuz the cops say we can't have our funi try to love my life with what i havebut the laws got me cuffed and then got me stabbedbut the people are happy they go through their lives,controlled by the media religion and liesand as the devil get stronger, his torture lasts longerjust look at the power he's set upon ustheres something thing more to lifethan living by the laws and the rules of the whitewe're all run by the scum of the earth,and it seems we're brainwash since the day of our birthbut i don't feel no pain in hereand my eyes don't shed a f*cking tearbut i watch the church flame in the airand the shadow of the devils pointy earsi sit strapped inside my cold dark bedi watch the clouds separate into their final sunseti've locked away from the greed and hatecuz the people are f*cking beasts to melook at the corruption, dysfunctionthe lies, red skies, white lines, bruised blueall the people who plan to kill youcuz you got much more but its death to youi'm paranoid as f*ck, cuz this is all just my lucki've been treated and beated so f*ckin badly i'm bleedingdon't trust anyone cuz they don't know the truthof the worldly greed and the power they abusei'm a victim of this sh*t cuz i never gave a f*ckand now i'm locked in a room were i'm never getting outso here i am i'm f*cking wilting awayi'm so f*ckin lonely join my death bead with me!

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Sometimes I wanna dieAnd witness hell through Satan's eyesI wish I'd slit to end this sh*t right nowA gun and clip to end my life's moralWhen I die I wanna go to hellIt makes more senseThan Heaven's white apparelAnd when I die I wonder if people will careThey grin their eyes at my dead stareThat's why I cannot sleepThe knife is in too deepI feel no pain in thereMy mind is free and bareUp my arm you'll find a lineOf depressing thoughts combinedDon't take it the wrong wayIt's not your fault it's mineIt's been a long f*cking whileSince I cracked a real smileAnd f*ck my so called friendsThey only know me cuz I follow the same trendI hate the kids who pretend,They are the minority in this landThey can't accept who they areThat's why it makes me sick like thisThat's why I cannot sleepThe blade is in too deepI feel no pain in thereMy mind is free and bareUp my arm you'll find a lineOf depressing thoughts combinedDon't take it the wrong wayIt's not your fault it's mineSomethings will never changeSomethings will never changeSomethings will never changeSomethings NEVER change

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I can’t let the world get to meWith my bleeding dreams and my nightmare screamsCuz The fear of death has slipped my mindAnd were all dead right now it's just a matter of timeKill kill f*ckin rob and steal,Don’t obey the laws cuz he’s not f*ckin realSo do what you want and don’t get caughtCuz ya can’t go in the world with the fear of being boughtCut yer eyes and pluck out yer teethCuz it's better not to see and it's safer not to speakThey’ll hear what ya say and take away all ya gotCuz that hurts the most when you lose yer true loveSit there I’ll leave ya with a blood stainI've pulled a gun on myself and I’ll do it againSlice slice here my f*ckin throat spliceI never will admit I like hanging from a treeWhen the world gets to youHold yerself back cuz nothing is trueYer friends let you downThey stab you in the back and never come backBloods trickles down my armAttacking like a stormI wish I'd feel the painCuz it's blood I want and death I seek.

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Uno dos tres quatroThe scene is deadAnd us along with it for our emotionsHave dried up our inspirations are goneAnd everything we’ve done is so wrongI never believed it I never wanted toMy false beliefs and false idealsConflicting with every instinct in my bodyMy mind screams for me to stopBut I can’t the scene is deadAnd us along with it for our emotionsHave dried up our inspirations are goneAnd everything we’ve done is so wrongMaybe when I get out of schoolI'll never see these people againAnd maybe I can follow the next new trend

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Shoot to kill the cops, they’re racist pigs up on the topSo take the evidence they have, and rise against authorityBlack mail those motha f*ckin clones,Put a bullet between their f*ckin eyes and say it wasn’t you who shot,And plant a bomb in the pentagon.I f*ckin hate this world,They try to bring me downI wanna kill whitey,I wanna bring them down41 shots doesn’t sound enough to kill a man so gracefullyso take a pitch fork grab a cop, torture him til the day is doneinjustice is served to all, by the man in blue they call so true,but I say f*ck this nation, f*ck this world, f*ck America for all it's worth!I f*ckin hate this world,They try to bring me downI wanna kill whitey,I wanna bring them downThey think they’re above the law,hitting everyone up side the head a gun in there hand a badge on their chest,that's enough said for you dead.laughing at their speeding tickets,cuz double standards rule the world they‘ll get away,and do it again cuz they’ve got the okto do so I wish more cops had died,during the collapse of world tradethe world would be a safer place,no assholes endangering me I think when I’m 55,and my life’s done, I’m ready to goI’ll bring them all with me, on my way to my funeral.I f*ckin hate this world,They try to bring me downI wanna kill whitey,I wanna bring them down