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CHΣCKMAID
01:43
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pelt my low-end neighbors with a groce of stilton's mice today
they shall realize real ties to their own business, drown down the bay
relentlessly email me while i shrill my cries goin' meso, meso
just to get the single supper listening to my fess up, fess up
delicate, delicate, sweet n rosy amanojaku
behold her boxing gloves and rusty spoons rising up to clock you
layman's terms of service, it's a showdown hoedown patty cake
who wants to bother with frugelhorns used for the army's sake
supongo que ya está cerca del verano
entra y échame una mano
so much shame and blame on the spotlight fountain of red water
the only heroes i know are either dead or in prison
smoke em like nobue, souffle, for adrenaline has risen
forcefed one-sided lies and mustard, their head must be getting hotter
tissue box sent with mailbox bomb, take my turn to whack a win
signal on the motor's engine hotter than great fires of london
to who it may concern, find the geezers, aware of wetworks
drenching my black blood; in a minute, madame, i'm changing quarks
defense string of puppets flolicking the freezing plain
did you oil up your valves? now it's a rightful jaw pain
can't ignore the failing white, clashing rifles, out of sight
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dokebi road
02:05
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ai generators screaming at my face, they tell me things
skull crushing ain't gonna fix the way he always sings
child tries, child cries, putting in all his might
horror laced parasol shielding him from rain
threw his back out, now he's nothing left to gain
knocking up his door, that's the time that's just too tight
fire engines blaring, uncaring, to the place
counselors, consultants, mocked for my dirty race
these scary trees and their branches shaped like shards
you don't need a bucket, i'm a hoisted batch of pumpkin babels
rotund man around the classroom sets up with his raspy fables
consumption no function, plucking out your house of cards
does the cambridge make your drowned mind click
that's a band, now, dodge the flies that flick
repeated cycles of rice washing about three times
sleep half-naked and wake up make some fucked up rhymes
why can't i be just as flexible as follin
appear to the locals to the entryway by crawling
sailor imagines a shrine, be of bossa nova
hellboy rains in pagant pools of vulva
don't you give that now, she's allergic to anemone
chinatown statues, on the double, make an enemy
brain manipulation, stipulation, lines of powered robots
watch me choke glints of the sockets in the armored clots
such a bother, another quaint dagger
w-what's the info that i'm supposed to gather
stairfall, heedless rookies thinking like they act so tall
"careful, squander the cognate savant for us all"
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Benzedrine Antefuturo λ
02:21
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sell a soiled wad of ashes to an downtown rusty robot
just to wipe the world then go wonder why the garden plants rot
demands fleeting faster and pigments lined up to paint a picture
six slug shots, in my guts, in response to things that concern her
treat me hell and well, sugar - fancy a cup of orange faygo?
eroding trust and fuming hearts till i hurt and hang all night like seiko
all the tall trees and gales slicing through my chuckles
fountain man chokesholds with dehumanizing bloody buckles
those droogs and mutts are still alive and kicking as i recall
plotting an oppression in blind eyes and frowns in brutish squall
roughhouse and cover mouths at horrific country scottish scene
reprise the role of maverick and escape so abruptly
fire away with wild abandon, oh the places and spaces i've been
i've got ninety-nine problems and i don't know how to deal with them
engendering misery on the south, unaware and bombs afloat
but it doesn't matter anyways cause we're lumped in the same small boat
i wield the trumpet, i will bring about the noise of cows
wonderous world of machines, i'll see what the future endows
forcefed spices and arthritis remain intact up to the eyes
here's my carrot card, now get out go home and staple ties
steel girders get transported and banished on this fine wednesday
weak sleek body can't lunge out, jump up more quickly and play
maintain the lampshades and lights, making little but present glow
don't turn don't turn don't turn around, they're standing right behind me, no?
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MIYAO MITAKE
01:57
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april - astronomical with fleece intact
spring snow colder than nine opium contracts
large polaroids under my pajamas
stop with all the commas
addiction to fiction under rocks of settling doubt
dreaming of all the flying fish and absurdish trout
hurry harder shopping cart gnashing at my hips
sedentary fixation ricochet off of your lips
love wabash cycling through round town
a lost love that's profound
creaking lights swaying erratically
boy practicality
i walk up to the kira and botch up my pichuun
false weeks of waking love dochy
sweat like a furnace
glance at my puny wrists
that is not where you're sleeping in
back down to the winding folly shoerack bins
singled calicos posture bending of my own will
send a surefire section at my brain pills
icicles sharper sticky note corners
witty axis poppy purple sorndrt
please put meower azunyan on your resume
get a boyfriend smarter than mr. michael faraday
the sounds of sidewalks
never looking at those crocs
MIYAO MITAKE~~
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[fuda'proy]
tiptoeing, vetoing ranger
fingers smeared inside tank hangar
trodden thursday, fighter's fray
hitherto boneyard in may
dismissal to the blind beer foes
far distant to hear their woes
trapped inside beguiling cloak
our plans gone up in smoke
archangels living through lockjaw
equip dead demons with their saw
doll's subsistent, death freezes
smiling right to whomever it pleases
gasp the gravity grips
and while you're at it, bet your spinal chips
why should i steal from the crock
when i know fo'sho that i won't ever get to talk
antidote's implanted fear
dumping weepings into peer
darting to another house
cause this one just doesn't count
[syncatheria]
goin to the supermarket
wallmurt's on the newer docket
ridin through the aisles on a scooter like im usin rocket
changing to a newer socket, change all of your parts and
give all of your money to a loser who got future psuedo market
i leave and come back im like a crypto fad the bad the rad the
straight up mad yeah im about ta smack a lad
run software programs day and night
like simpsons, smoked hams am i right
my foreskin lights up like a light
oh are you looking for a fight
[fuda'proy]
pretending to defending, sell myself shorter than free trial winrar
do you call them rock bands just because they've got a single guitar
deconstuct the maze, my brain, reflecting off the microphone
doctor's advice: better watch your attitude, better watch your tone
placing all the debts up higher, inhumane for tinfoil on flare
boarding a sunken ship while the knife technicians give a stare
line up in a single file, voyage 1969
i don't want to listen to your spouts, making my eyes all brine
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take a look around, i got basketball rebound
the eden of the east, promise mayor is deceased
silent watchers standing by ensuring my defeat
hundreds more observing muscle stabbing on repeat
cracked binoculars resting by the coffee table
i'll finish up the port when my cord looks like a cable
holding fishy lullage onboard, scared when we first met
a boy can't get catch a break with just a simple fucking zyertec
these fowler freaks are weirder than a casket full of semen
don't want your slaw, don't touch that dial, go split your lungs, sandman
in my heart a piercing knife sharper than traffic cones
cheering will make metal bend and desecrate your bones
did i ask for arcade sprite? did you research miss rivera
drugs can deal no damage on sintomas de cólera
ready up the dice, spil my jice, sprinting as i taught her
rattle out a six, laughing at cold ice bong water
this lifestyle is a lock, a cock, keyhole with no key
dad's a government technician, he can't troubleshoot me
nathaniel's got a tongue longer, harder than karakasa
stronger complications, going fast on "holla holla"
open human stomachs just to find some droopy wire
give me a chance to escape from hellish Lancashire
tumbling down a grassless hill and fumbling to a stop
before it starts again, whirling like the wind, twirling to the top
the band's all down here
breaking up in fear
is it noble to be
is it alright to see
don't make oneself swoon
hockey is one's boon
in a sandwich today
feeling squished, would say
thinking twice, run like mice, get away from the house
wavering windshield, bottled glue, don't you make it count
sipping clit down like wine across rivers of construction
if it covers tracks and corners hacks but lacks in large abduction
all i do is have fun with bitcrusher flushers, nothing new
so don't get fisted, calling to the shell, felt like bitches' brew
throat is parched from staying silent, phones aren't really needed
i should stay afloat in abstinence until these plants are seeded
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7. |
Blithe Mites
03:27
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washing rosy berries using a lake near the screws and corks
holding out my heart out and drinking soup with gray tuning forks
i'm a small boy who can walk in circles every single day and night
docile dobermanns listening to breakcore, jet black tight
set a date stepper, haven't met in months, she's in the pool
bustling blindman shouting lingos, bingos use him as a tool
remain outside the cubicle till a sinking slope comes to pick me up
can't replace melted chocolate with acid rain in a coffeecup
help yourself to nothing, cupid's arrows taste like shredded cardboard
dig deep fingernails, red alert commenced with warnings ignored
gacha saxophonist has a rockin hour in the bleachers
surrounded by null figures but i don't feel for strange creatures
great warden holding candles and placing barrels on my nose
you're a sight to see, it seems, gleaming and greening pose
nails in my knees, darkened ducks and speeding darts inbound
urameshiya, urameshiya, faith girl had to be put down
plunder cornet statue, transmission through phone-to-phone
lopsided kitty atop the cabinets with toblerone
hindering magician burns a blackout, t-t-t-turns off the lights
smackin and spittin across mounds of smitten mites
redone the motions for twelve times, showa 58
fake chuckles from the typical guys, sending hate
compression found suppression, please don't please don't make me wait
dreaming of ignition while i'm standing at the wooden gate
grip my eyes, share your pennies, sundown hears the piece soil
maybe they can override that gurgling tide of piston oil
a fish of efficient, shift on my shipment, sudden kneel
laughing lovable despair falling off a single wheel
noted and written so i can start slicing off my arms
comical warfare, whore fair, see who that harms
pour out one for the blue-juiced brain-fried metal moron
dividends give me delusions, guitar with the gore on
a pharmacy's are what's-a-keepin life a hangin
by duct tapes and neck napes
and phones all rangin
winds are blowing, trucks are towing, mowers are mowing
a noisily scene
down by a river
that is flowing
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8. |
Wiesel's Last Massacre
03:57
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count down, sound, rocket to the lamp
kill well, sell, how a poppo uses up a samp
lonely hearts club is a phony arts hub
getting high on shirts, oyashiro to lurk
fund them, shun them, can't be bothered to
answer every question as you very generously do
open the windows and make a swift run
leap into the mattress, fact check, it's a bristle gun
hot guard stakes, nudge and give me sickness
grab that sledge, he sawed off that kindness
find the ties with my siggelkow rates
twain pipo skates and bronson dissipates
the ten fingernails of mori girls galore
has your asphalt cooked an ashtray pearl before?
artificial artifact, what a cracked widget would say
smile for the colonel, journal, very upset-set play
knives have never looked so ghastly in life before
for sure, if it was me, i would ask percolator
reach my valve out to maroon strikeouts
please execute me dryly at sundown
sewing needles stacked up on cards so high
unless you can't achieve it there will be no K. Y.
great western crews when its a light drizzle
we hate the feeling known as soda pop fizzle
not enough time in my day to fly to you
cotton induced crime organizers singing bayu
augmented, sulfur black milk in the morning
glad a bonsai's the one thing you're adorning
take home, take off, drink up, fight until you spit
order up delinquent, fucking writhe and make me quit
foster fuselage and scavenge your flies and swallows
droll personnel sleepy shinzo looks, high flying fat gallows
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HIND Δ
03:10
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stalking, walking, no prancy haven like that
shit's so hopeless like an alleyway of black crude cat
from the moment you were born it was like a charred sneeze
from the moment you were worn it was like fragile pleads
cut the crap already, hold it, hold it nice and steady
minimal aciddrops, fold it, fold it - cards to shops
keeping sentries stored like nuclear waste and tupperware
let's make modest hellos cause
a friend can take it
a friend should shake it
ask the longinotti why he wrote up the twelve studies, buddy
boy's been tackling at himself with busted jargon, too soon, far gone
okey-dokey are you choking? croaky croaky frogs all pokey
walls smeared with hands of red, blankets tussled on his bed
silver shining cuffs on my hands clicking up to seventy two
trapped in peril, not submitting forward on the color hue
cut your fingers and grow tapeworms in their place instead
hillside greenhouse grasping legacies of future figureheads
blood streaming down my leg like slides at a waterpark
decimation proclamation tuesdays always get so dark
hiding behind ice sculptures till the men stop chasing
calling on my gameboy color to stop looking at charges i'm facing
acryllic cryo english beef cooked to the maximum
lifting with a buddy cause her head's smashed up with bottles rum
b-b-battler on the boof in the form of a pincer attack
treasure mounter parked alongside fields of orange jungle jack
boy skirt peekers
and the soul seekers
go on sunny strolls
digging up deep holes
i don't need
another bleed
krakatoa on my feet
pins all lined
and poles are fined
my muzzle toe
spank a cunt hoe
how low? how low?
a-hoo! a-hoo!
breakers breakers breakers west hop in the best crop
mine detector mine detector, tell me how to make it stop
how low? how low?
a-hoo! a-hoo!
horizon metals tickling my heart and shutting blinds
chopped into cubes by the blades of russian hinds
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[fuda'proy]
abhorrent management from the flying aces, crying faces
gravestone bodes well with some parsley, sketching shaders onto my sleeve
covert turtles display none of sympathy in a symphony
shaky gloves and askew groves, cardiac upon sight of the stars
monkey see, monkey do, etched at birth and year twelve still ongoing
three's a crowd or so it shows the boy's electric cumming flowing
dead dead deadpan, blood samples in tubes given out like candy
soul scour hour, nemesis embodiment, fools all handy
termites living in hammond, bat reflecting off yamin
noise surprise in my eyes wearing the blue blouses made of washi
denim dust bunnies at kelvin, steathy sneak-up from nanachi
lain station, sanctioned foreigners feel forlorn
punch me with a cleaver handle, posterizing till i'm torn
loaded with a laterano rifle at the crack of dawn
folks my age in my gauge feel too jovial, give hands of pyonpyon
recieve a text "you're a thistling fern, son - that we called braving boldly"
mister bitter malt suntory, why must you respond so coldly
shrilling brassy grass doesn't know what to play in his free time
holding two garbs is enough so why should there be more to find?
hold me down love me up and gander around the colored glass
the contents of his vena cava can be shown here in this flask
[AERO GROS M]
desperate valentine's day present
homemade chocolate made under the light of crescent
she made it under a soft touch, concealing her stress
thinking "how will i confess to the girl i'm obsessed with"
explosive amplified mind put under wraps for the touch
of the girl that she desires in her presence too much
and the cloudy mind trails onto sunrise horizons
her daydream is broken by reality, she's frightened
she's right there, the sweet scent of chocolate in the air
but she's looking for a girl named ichigo and she's not here
she's at the pastry shop to get ingredients for a cake
for the special someone she loves, for the girl she wants to date
but she forgot that it was already valentine's day
and the shop was out of eggs, milk, and flour, but hey
there's still two chocolate bars left
it's not the best, but she knows just who to share it with
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