lyrics


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

Still far

Mellow instrumental
Music by David Michael Turnbow

remixed recording from 1986, with Fred Shepard (lead guitar)

First of May

Beat produced by E.P. Beats
https://soundcloud.com/lala-land-361191160

Lyrics and vocals by LS the Ken

Burritos - (Prod. E.P. Beats)

VvV2

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