Presented to you by Low-Cult Shock Mob
Help Your Kids Get The WORST Out of Life!
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Lyrics
Verse 1 (Lil Toastie)
Seized myself awake the other day
There was nothing on the screen
Guess I'd might as well call it a day
When I hear that name, you'll learn to pray
I don't need another savior
There's just nothing else for me to say

Verse 2 (Clyde the Baron)
My main complaint's that talk is cheap
A lack of breath's no flex to me
I'll only learn to bite my tongue to flaunt my shiny metal teeth
It's safe to say that I've grown tired of all the quirky circus scenes
I can't be safe from no disease, to think I'd earned a little peace
You'd think a beast would count its blessings, should it find the freshest meat
Not watch it bleed
Not just watch it die and rot like it was me
Them maitr'dees all learn the fear when they see me without a Mini near me

Verse 3 (Sadym the Satyr)
Well I woke up next to another ghost today
She never cared to love my name
But then again, she'd never show her face
She tried to tell me I should know my place
She'd jump my bones, only to lecture me on what's a perfect heart to break

Verse 4 (Yung Mayhem)
I'll always find it entertaining how we call this entertainment
A price to pay to spill your guts out just to sell an explanation
Well look at me, I'm here and now
Like I'm so great and not-so-vacant
As I say,
"I'm growing tired of waking up in other's dreams. Love how the way you beg & plead feels like the way my gums bleed"
Why can't you see?
No one gives a flying FUCK about your scene
*sigh of relief*
(But when they see you)
I bet you'd pay to watch me bleed with all them jacaranda leaves around me

NOSTROMO

Presented to you by Low-Cult Shock Mob
Help Your Kids Get The WORST Out of Life!
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Verse 1 (Yung Mayhem)
Don't you hate it when you wake up in the afternoon
Dried up, fucked up, confused by your own room?
Feel like five dimes in a spoon?
And all you ever wanna do is chill out, play some bitchin' tunes
But it seems everyone owes you some kinda sideways attitude?
It always feels like they don't even have a minute for your bitchin'
Once you prove that you's the richest, oh they understand your mission
Which is piss it all away til there's shit nicer to say
Hate me like there's a million ways to lose it all in a day
YOU GUYS ARE GAY

Hook (Salli)
We were strangers when we met

Verse 2 (Lil Toastie)
Well I got 15 miles to go and not a clue of where I'm goin
Only 8 dollars to blow, this cup's no longer overflown
When there's fresh blood on my new clothes, best I could do is tell you no
So go ahead, I haven't done this shit a million times before
Now everybody wants me dead but I'm too spun to see my face
And now your girl is riding with me, oh she's callin' me by name
Spit-stained protection is the only thing I need to demonstrate my faith
But fuck me either way, yea it's the reason why I'm hated
Ain't it?

Hook (Salli)
We were strangers when we met
We were endangered when we met
We were strangers when we met

Verse 3 (Clyde the Baron)
Well I don't have far to go, still not a clue of where I'm going
I got no more cash to blow, this cup has been not overflown
And now there's bloodstains on my clothes, think it'd be best that I should
But then again, I've always done this shit a million times before
And now there's nothing left to do, but all I can is wonder why
I hang my head out in the sun and how my tears are never dry
But after all is said and done, I'm tryina die and not think twice
Can only imagine how I'd look : My eyes wide shut, laid out on ice
Yea, must be nice

Hook (Salli)
We were strangers when we met
We were endangered when we met
We were strangers when we met
We were endangered when we met

BARON CARTER

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