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baby, stand up before you get your man jumped,
by the schizophrenic, I think I need a handler,
if your chicken can't cluck, get the fuck out the barnyard,
pissin' ass drunk, have a punk in an armbar,

get your mom stomped, like it's just a fun romp,
when the drums pop, it's more akin to punk rock,
little pussy bloodcot, who the fuck stop bradley?
I'm in the drug spot with the nugs, rock, acid,

get you stunlocked, I conduct raw passion,
pass the blunt, dropped it,
dust it off, ash it,



grab the mic like "son, how you set this thing to stun?",
I got tons of punks to plunder, plus I'm fuckin on the run,
because I bust it like a blunderbuss and snuff em when I'm done,
cause I'm the fuckin devil's son, I never rest until it's blood,

the rest, I kill for fun, cause I'm depressive, ill, and numb,
and if you questioning the funk, I'll have to let you in the trunk quick,
nothing you should fuck with, indelible steez,
here to preface your pathetic defeat, know what I mean?

tear the flesh from your skeleton, clean, and pick teeth,
with your bones, all with relative ease, it's just me,
I'm disgusting, do it all for nothing, drug fiend,
I'm combusting, huh, must mean something,

I bust clean like husk jeans with cut knees,
and conduct scenes, from my freaky fuckin drug dreams,
you can trust me, to be ugly and unclean,
you can snuff me, it wouldn't mean no nothing,


got my whole life ahead of me,
a whole vial of ketamine,
smoke until I'm broke, until I die accidentally,

they lie, misdirecting me,
should die in a centipede,
I'll never give them anything but rectal hysterectomies,

I build it architecturally,
I kill it nonconsensually,
I'm pillaging your village cause I'm villainous and everything,

I'm really into lechery, I kick it intellectually,
I'm rainman on the mic, but in real life it's like he's special needs,

gangsta, pranked ya, fucking merry prankster,
laughing to the bank and thinking maybe he should thank ya,
stab it like I shanked ya, bag it like an eight ball,
mad congratulations cause brad is fucking great y'all,

acting like I hate ya? no, I really hate y'all,
badly fuck your face up, and then report to HR,
I'll get this whore to shake butt like a fucking snake charm,
smoking on some laced blunts really fuck his face up,

and you're gonna pay whatever the fuck I say,
cause when bradley get the breaks, fans will really fuck the place up

"don't fall out on me, man"

"hm?"

"don't fall the fuck out"

"are you still here?"

"alright, stay."

"hey! hold him up!"

"brad!"

"you alright, bub?"

"keep him awake"

"hey! brad, look at me"

"let me know you're alright"

"he's just really fucked up..."




how you set this thing to stun??? - freestyle

Produced by Eweezy
https://soundcloud.com/eric-white-63

Lyrics and vocals by LS the KEN

Social Insecurity - (Prod. Eweezy)

Plastic Flames Feat. Kinetic 9, Raja Keris, Mike Booth Prod. The Brown Barron

U.Poet - Big Picture {Prod By Kinelle Man}

It's Like That

save the tears

U.Poet - Wise Guy {Prod By Kinelle Man}

The pic is doing clay pigeon shooting with my late Uncle Liam when I was a a teen 🤍 Liam showed me my musical way 🫡❤️‍🔥

The song kind of needs more instruments to justify the solo section but sure 🤷🏽‍♂️ I still love bashing it out like this

To do
- Take some level out of the whole thing and eq some of the trebleness of the strings out


The Other Side

Why go beyond this face 
To no longer replace and only embrace this soul
It kinda likes it…
You’ll find it might fit...

You can’t grow while running from this
Down clenching your fist,
Your hot head is too mystical
Look for the light switch
Turn on your life with it

Light up the other side
Light up the other side
I wonder when your rem you really find your six feet ten
I wonder
Your walking thunder
So bright eyed
You ponder why
Every inch of you really touches the sky
There’s no need to wonder when your rem
There really are no limits man
I’m under your walking thunder

I know to look to this place
Search every last little trace
Find why all’s interlaced with the cold
Look for the light switch
Turn on your life with it.


Light up the other side
Light up the other side
I wonder when your rem you really find your six feet ten
I wonder
Your walking thunder
So bright eyed
You ponder why
Every inch of you really touches the sky
There’s no need to wonder when your rem
there really are no limits man
I’m under your walking thunder

Please love like you mean it
Just love completely
Is your heart beating or bleeding...
Just love and mean it!


how you set this thing to stun??? - freestyle

brad

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