DIGITAL HARDCORE!!!!!!!!! - 3

For Derek

I Sniffed Tifa's Orthorpedic Underwear

Epic Fail

Fap Party

Brootal Bowser

The End Is Close. Almost No Need For Money.

Made A Gun With My Fingers And Shot At My Friends

Will be on all streaming platforms soon, sorry for the delay

Lyrics:

Keep that man away from my dog 
Or they’ll be a disaster 
Keep that man away from my dog

Snapchat premium is a waste of money
It’s also a new way to reveal you’re single 
If you’re gonna waste your money on fake pills
Maybe you should not make false promises

Whoever put somebody on doxbin 
Has casted a horrific fate on themself
They have permanent virginity 
They’ll never feel the touch of a woman 

This is what you deserve 
You have always been a nuisance to our Minecraft world 

We’d be very reckless if we ever let you join back
Aware you can’t be trusted with information we hand out
We are dinosaurs and now with you gone we stand out
We’d be intoxicated if we ever let you join back
Must be some laced up chemicals in our own drinks that made our brains not work

You took some Adderall and thought you were tweaking out 
Stop harassing the fat man, or you’ll get everyone killed 
You want to be a thug huh? Well step one get out of the cornfield
Didn’t know a gang banger lived up in the country mountains 

Your music is a cheap bootleg game to the artist you copy
The only opp you have is intelligence, you two can’t work together 

Marker man

Keep the peanut butter thug away from my Pokemon

Gunfight with Slenderman

Woke up in a blender, brains on the spin cycle
Cartoon demons, they're my new disciples
Cocaine carousel, spinning 'round in spirals
Triple kicks stomping like dinosaur arrivals
Syringe symphony, violins scream sharp
Orchestra’s on fire, burning through the dark
Face melting faster than a Salvador Dali
Reality’s a puddle, dripping in my folly

Drip-drop, time stops, clock melts to my lap
Acid trip symphony, chaos in my veins
Melody of madness, I’m losing all my chains
Highs and lows, screams and flows
Reality explodes, where the orchestra goes


Cartoon rabbits selling meth in the alley
Low screams growling, echo through the valley
Bassline thumping like a jackhammer’s wrath
Techno glitch twitch, splitting my path
Falsetto ghost haunting, whispers in my ear
Violins slicing through the fog of my fear
Triple kick thunder, gods of war collide
Metalcore madness, I’m along for the ride

Skin peeling, neon snakes slither in my veins,
Cacophony in my brain, screams a phantom train,
Triple kicks pound, heart a runaway grenade,
Hollow eyes stare at a technicolor cascade.
Shadows whisper secrets, a choir of glass,
Shattered in the air, the echoes amass,
Drums like jackhammers in a demon's parade,
Reality’s a pixelated masquerade.


Drip drop, acid tears, shattering fears,
Trip hop, bloodshot, chaos engineers.


Tripwired reality, spiraling fatality,
Hellscape melodies, devouring sanity,
Angels cry, demons grin, a symphony of sin,
Tripwired reality, the abyss pulls me in.

Mushroom clouds bloom in a candy-colored sky,
Numb tongue tasting colors as the chemicals fly,
Guitars scream sharp, violins moan low,
A vortex of noise in a devilish glow.
Crimson rivers flow through a jungle of decay,
Bats in my bloodstream, screeching ballet,
Eyes melting clocks, Salvador’s dismay,
Lost in a maze where nightmares play.

Unhinged Acid Trip Symphony

Voice and Flame

Reset

Transducer

Ec8or

Intro (Ec8or)

Speed Erection

Short Circuit

Ich Suche Nichts

a cyclopean menace, sharp to the touch
a demon within heaven's reach
let it rain, let it fucking rain
once wasn't enough, you're all alone on this one.

you stole my sunshine, now i'm left with what?
you're the rainbow after the storm
i'm the wash in the gutter 

Snap Kracko Pop

ay, pobrecita. what a poor little girl
pull the strings, she'd pirouette
what an idealistic, faithful girl, sad eyed-puppy
and you left her in a cardboard box on the side of the road

when you grew taller, she platformed
when you were cold, she was there
when you fucked, she faked harder

two pink lines later..

almost like she was never there at all

pobre. fucking. chica. 

Something Tells Me Club Soda Isn't Getting This Mess Out

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BORN TO DIE

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