In Lak’ech Planetary K’in
Red overtone dragon make your barathary spin
In the flesh with a band of merry men
Innocent civilians hari-kiri over yen
Is it the end or for pretend?
I can neither condemn, nor defend
Cats, that’s more pussy than a sanitary napkin bin
Villain ran a scam on his imaginary rapping friend
Again, shame on us
We in the same game, put the blame on Gus
Study til your brain vomit
Just don’t be out getting money when it rain comets
Armpits of funk, a bomb in the hunk a junk trunk
Metal palm on your ma’s badunkadunk
In a park in a rave under three days of darkness
Tell a hater behave and spark this
With the fresh banana berry blend
Counting mad tens ’til when January begin
The other hand clutched to a pen, 24/7 much to his chagrin
Used to drink gin, now he only drink oxygen water
Mixed with salt, things that cleanse the toxins sorta
And if they ever come get me
We were sippin rum on a number one jitney
I can neither confirm nor deny
On account of the sherm all high
Villain make ‘em squirm ’til her perm all dry
Sperm to her eye, to a worm to a fly
It’s germs, and mad babies to kiss
Won’t stop rockin except to maybe take a piss
Or soak his feet in a mineral oil vat
Holding a Rodin coil in his tin foil hat
Step aside, give him some room playa
‘Til the end of days he’ll be the ill doomsayer (slayer)

Don't forget to get your poop out!
who now?
boozin in the boo crowd
do it for the face lift
29 cases in the basement
upside down
jumbling the box
pictures of margret from sweeden knee deep in
she cheatin back home  still stuck in the tent
both sides of the fence
 doin that fire dance with the long fingernail  hippys
stackin rocks in the riverbed like trippy 
 rock giant rollin over foliage with the never ending bat. 
hearing your heart beat from the bacon
takin it from the koran in a sand storm
frackin and stackin all the led acid batteries
like jenga  out the gas again
blasted by the road side in a bullseye 
what a cold guy 
look at the jacket with the stolen rolex
clopeck from the birbs
doctor with bones again
broken in 
with the surveillance laid in at the days in
naked in the bathtub
microwave bad coffee binge
jitters in the parade trampled by the elephant
embellishing the irrelevant details
neighbors dog gettin headaches from the slug bait
rolled up in a blanket statement 
acing like an angel 
Jeff Heron's parents
got the Dali from a cruise ship
military time bandit
shootin down the aliens red baron
tearin out the crotch in my pants ladies easy access

DOOM & GHOST-PERSON
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From YOUNG GURU Remix


DOOMSLAYERS

Atom Brisbine:
AKA
ME., A-Bomb, AtomicGOD,  and 
GHOST-PERSON

I have like 5 other Soundclouds and a maxed out Reverb Nation seen here:

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http://www.youtube.com/TabooRevolution13

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Mainly I'm a rapper...
I make melodic electronic
I WOMP
I ROCK
I make allot of acoustic stuff
I made a new vocal genre called Voodoo
Really good at improvising

Was lead singer of the Scary Spiders
Was Bass player for One Gun Galleria
Was Radio Host of The Radioactive Dinnertime Fallout Shelter on 89.3FM KUGS

Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Piano, Mix, Tenor Sax, Composer, Beat boxer Boxer

Can't get a girlfriend and nobody gives a shit about my  music...

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