Breakchores 3

the only good dariacore playlist to EVER exist (take this liberals)

S1 E4 how to oversaturate a fake microgenre

that fashion0 #mhm

magic box

This is the first twilight song

Yeah
Rock with me like a geologist
I am an anthro apologist, and I am not an anthropologist

I-I-I-I-I-I-If you spell friends like
"F-R-E-N-S," then I'll have to take a step back (Nope)
Slash four T's, yeah, I don't fuck with that (No!)
Slash S, yes, I'm serious, yes
But no, I am not pressed 'cause...
I am not a fruit juice squeezed freshly
Or a panini, you fail to anger or impress me
You text me, I answer truth and it's messy
Bite your nails about it, swallow Essie wessie
Your endgame is a tessie
I spit game with the besties
Yes please (yes please!)
I don't know what I wanna do about my testies, but I feel weird about my testies
They in my replies like I need essay
If you're hanging out with me, don't flex me
If my name is in your mouth, don't you spit it out, swallow that
Somebody mad 'cause they didn't get a follow back?

I got my moving shoes on
I'm gonna feel good tonight
This is the best day of my life
All right, tonight I'm
Dancin' on your grave
I feel disrespectful, but I'm dancin' on your grave (what?)
Devoid of the context, yeah, I know it looks depraved
So stop the rave
And listen up, motherfucker

What the fuck, motherfucker
Making teens do your dirty
Work for you like a coward
You are actually 30
That's not usually insult
But to you, it should be so
Heard your last album, big mistake
You felt nothing when you put it out, it was just a cash grab
I'd put money on it
'Cause you dropped it last year, but it was mostly singles from 2020 on it
But you did drop a couple truths
Like when you said you always lose
And when you said people wanna see you dead, well, that's true
I don't P-Q-R-T, I at you
And I'm still in this shit like a statue
And I'm stayin' on this shit like a tattoo
And I'm bored with the leaderboards, still don't know nobody else who need it more
Number one track score
I'm giving you every single thing you asked for
Aim for the jugular because I'm a bad sport
You thought that I would come to your resolution, but I caught you in 4K, I don't wanna backport
Back-backport backport-port backport back-backport backpo-po-po-po
Backport back-backport backport backport-port back-backort back-ba-ba-ba-ba

I got my moving shoes on
I'm gonna feel good tonight
This is the best day of my life
All right, tonight I'm
Dancin' on your grave (shimmy whimmy)
I feel disrespectful, but I'm dancin' on your grave
(Little spinny)
Devoid of the context, yeah, I know it looks depraved
But who am I to stop the rave, motherfucker?
My dancing shoes are on and I am fucking going upstairs neighbor on your grave (what?)
Fast moves make the floor shake (what?)
Footwork make the floor shake

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Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

dancing on your grave

(Okay!)

I don't give a fuck
Or a shit
What you want
I'm a whiny little bitch
Eat me up
I'm a cunt
I got money on my ass
Pose for cameras, make 'em flash
Do that dash
Like Jet the Hawk
Come on now, shut the fuck up, don't speak, don't talk
I don't give a fuck
Or a shit
What you need
I'm a stupid fucking bitch
Yes I am
Yes indeed
Might get funny on your ass
Make you crash
Take your passion, I know
Come on now, why you stand still, let's go, let's go

Ooh, oh the trash about to blow up (yeah)
I show these people how to love and you don't even show up (yeah)
Got everybody that you love obsessed with me, I don't bluff (yeah) (that's right)
He pin me to the counter and I cum fast like it's GoPuff (yeah) (what?)
Oh, no, is Frax about to crash out?
'Cause half my idols know my name and I can't even cash out
These days I cannot tell if I'm a lolcow or a cash cow
But either way I moo and I got all this beef to hash out
And we are Food House, our music is awesome
Oh my god, what the hell was that?
Somebody please call security
Wait, I cannot call security
(Oh fuck, oh shit, OK!)

I don't give a fuck
Or a shit
What you want
I'm a whiny little bitch
Eat me up, like a pudding cup
Money in my ass
Shit it out, eat it up, fucking nuts (eeew!)

Put a bong inside your mouth (what?)
Make you swallow all the smoke and then I
Smoke it out your ass like Human Centipede (gross)
I do not have time for the enemies or the frenemies generally
Like anemones, give 'em enemas, and adenomas
Huh, yeah, set 'em up
You are a cinema
I could watch you forenever
That's forever mixed with never
'Cause I don't know what I want
Hundred people in a crowd, they ask me what I want
Thousand people in a crowd, they ask me what I want
Ten people in a crowd, they still ask me what I want
Show up late to studio, they ask me what I'm on

(Stop!
Lets go, let's go, let's go, let's go-o-o-o-o-o let's go!
Go.)

Iridosyclitis (Interlinked.)
Scolioli-isis (Interlinked.)
Jolie-Olie custom grow (Interlinked.)
I stopped giving a fuck twenty fucks ago (true!) (Interlinked.)
Julian Casablancas

Walked into the doctors and they put me on Lexapro
I take a breath and get relaxed when my muscles fold
I take a breath and mix the hot shit with the pop shit, then we drop this
Watch this, I'm obnoxious, make you nauseous
And I'm toxic
Banned by OSHA
They're like "Oh shit"
From Wheeling to Kenosha
Double dose up till my cup runneth over like I'm CJ
And you know I got a CJ (Flick!)
I ate an entire chorizo sausage and woke up covered in sick
Holy fucking fuck, that body of yours is absurd, I wanna be smothered in dick (oh my god)
I'm breastfeeding on the game, yeah, I'm motherin' it
Corny, but I'm 'bout to pop, I come with butter and shit
Cornucopia, amblyopia

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Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music & Spencer Hawk
Produced by Spencer Hawk & Fraxiom Music
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

IDGAFOAS

Does someone smell that?
It reeks like toxins
The stench of cotton
Mixed with fabric dye ignited
You wanna cross me
Don't think about it
'Cause that's what happens to people who wanna try it
Tried to get closure
'Cause you're so open, right?
You wanna be the type
To make everybody's night
I get it, me too
Sometimes I feel like you
Until I check myself and tell myself what not to do
You want it, you get it, I get it, me too
Then you become enraged 'cause I did not get mine through you
I want it, I get it, you get it, you should
I am no little engine, but I bet I fucking could
They want it, she wants it
You're the only one that gets it, and I know you know I know this, so watch out
You want it, you got it, I got it, me too
Now give some to your friends before I have to name-drop you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I still can smell this
It is disgusting
I guess I will follow my nose until I find it
The source of stench is
The crowd of people
Specifically one person in this crowd of people
Tried to give you the
Benefit of the doubt
You wanna be the one
Who they cannot live without
I get it, me too
But your pants are on fire
I never thought I'd have to, but I'm callin' you a liar

You want it, you say shit, you get it, you do
I get sick when I think 'bout who you turned my friends into
They want it, they say it, you get it, they don't
Just soldiers for the friend group leader, do not leave your post
He says it, they do it, they don't get shit back
If it's not on his label, he won't care about your track
They putting hard work in, he's workin' them out
I miss my first best friends, this whole thing makes me wanna shout

(Aaahhh!)
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no
Living with your stans in a house you own charging them rent, yeah yeah
Yelling at girls at the top of your lungs like the president, yeah
Spencer said that's cult shit
Michael said that's cult shit
Push your buttons, I piss you off
'Cause I call you out on your bullshit
Tell your friends what to eat, I could never give a shit about that
Media trained to the teeth, that's not me, no no
Sollie said that's weird shit
Ella told me that's weird shit
Push your button refresh my page and go
Damage control on fear shit

Does someone smell that-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at
It-it reeks like toxins-ins-ins-ins-ins-ins-ins-ins-ins-ins-ins

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Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

get it

I hope you know (I hope you know)
I don't feel suited for this kind of road
I'm insecure about where this could go
Telling your friends that I got a piece of a dream
Most grounded person you've ever seen, I hope you know
I'm under pressure from my mortal soul
I don't feel good about how things have flowed
Telling myself I'm gonna find out what it means
To be useful to those around me
I hope you know
You get defensive
When I talk 'bout parasociality in my mentions (Uh, my mentions)
I hope you know
Rent is expensive
I got a backlog of my fans, pay my bills, it's extensive
That's why I hope you know
That I don't like your guts
And you can keep talkin' shit
'Cause I don't say that stuff
I got a real big bat
And you have a face
Tonight it's time to even out the score all over the place

So if you wanna get even
Throw a brick and get even
I just borrowed night vision
From this little het, Steven
If you wanna get mischievy
Follow me and let's try it
My cold brew mixed with Adderall and Coke that is diet
Oh my God!
I wanna key somebody's dad's car with my nails
And steal shit from my family because they are epic fail
I wanna end my bloodline and I'm fucking up my sperm
I'm popping all this estie and I don't care if it's perm
Infertile, infertile, infertile
If that was true, tell me why I am making people Squirtle
I slay the house down, girlypop and bussy cunt vagina
Let's kill the Catholic church, shoutout to Chris Dorner and China (Ow)
Diplo's getting money every time you stream Thos Moser (Uh)
I don't want you to stop streaming that song or Mos Thoser (Yeah)
Feel like The Chainsmokers 'cause I wish we could be closer
But I cannot fuck with Discord 'cause they are a bunch of jokers (Why so serious?)
LGBTQ pop, they put my name on the poster
I'm not used to representing people, I'm a poster
Started hormones and these bitches called me a trans poser
They can kill themselves, I'm turning up like a transposer, ah
Growing into my own skin and all my expectations
Fucking up my digital footprint and reputation
I sweat it out on stage so every furry can go apeshit
You played after me and left the entire dancefloor vacant (Like, that set was not good)

I hope you know
I don't feel suited for this kind of road
I'm insecure about how this could go
Tell everybody at this party we should leave
Least grounded person you've ever seen, I hope you know
I'm under pressure from my mortal soul
I don't have healthy habits built at home
Telling myself I need to find another thing
Before I get back to really doing what I know

Doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know,
Doing what i know, doing what i know, doing what i know

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Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

i hope you know

I've found somewhere I can go
When I've been a wretch
When I've been a fool and don't want you to know
When I'm disappointed and saying it wrong
When I forget every message in my songs

So I'll cry right now to make up for all the times where I could've let it out but I didn't
And you'll all freak out, you don't know what set me off, but I am not gonna stop till I'm dry
In my mind right now, there's a panopticon spinnin' round tryna find out who did it
Bet that you'll freak out, out of nowhere, cut you off 'cause I'm never gonna stop feelin' righteous
Make you cry right now, ooh, come on, let it out
Show me all that misery that you tell all your friends about
Make you yell at me, kinda like when you do
Usually a gentle person, but I get it out of you
Lit a match one day and I threw it round my back, and I never looked back, now the fire's coming back around
I don't care that I burned it down

I'm a shallow person, dive into me, get your head hurt
I should put a sign up warning people not to do that
Passin' out in public, and I hit myself in private
Indifferent to life, and you can see it in my eyelids (Oh, no)
Someone did it to me, act like it was something I did
TV on, light the J, never keep it quiet
Never sit in silence
'Cause when I remember my life and its details
It makes me wanna get violent
And that's not good for the world

So I'll cry right now to make up for all the times when I wanted you to hurt but you didn't
And you'll lose your mind, you don't know what set me off, but I am not gonna stop till it's right
In my mind right now, there's a panopticon and it's stopped, tellin' me that you did it
Bet you won't freak out when I go and cut you off 'cause you knew that it was coming this time
Make you cry right now, motherfucker, let it flow
Show me all that misery that you put on me long ago
Wanna yell at me, but you can't, 'cause I'm gone
Usually a gentle person, but I'm makin' you a monster
Lit a match one day and I threw it round my back, and I never looked back, now the fire's coming back around
I don't even care that I burned it down

I remember 2019 when everybody actually liked me
And I had no beef because it was impossible to meet anybody so evil
And I knew so many more people who would call me up on a Friday
To do ten over on the highway, to be there for me in the driveway
Don't ask me about where I've been
Don't ask me about what I know
Don't walk up to me begging me to unblock your ass at my own show
I'm the furthest thing from a celebrity
I'm a crash out with no identity and no integrity
I'm a parasite, I'm a grifter, I'm a-
Trying to own my freak
Trying to figure out why that's hard for me
I don't need no more opinions
I know my life's been a movie
And not no fun like The Minions
I pray to kink for forgiveness
And hope that somebody listens
I need a type of therapy that hasn't been invented yet
Maybe I need to make enough money to leave the internet
And I don't know
But I just hope that friends of Bluey, fans of leather,
Know that I know that we flock the same feather

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(And they usually laugh, and I laugh, 'cause it's sorta funny, you know?
You know?
It's nice to have a buddy. I wish I would've had this sooner.
Love you guys, bye.)

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Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk & Fraxiom Music
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

dumb ways to die

best hitman in hell vs dariaslop

reupload of an old song i posted on another account iykyk

a6 | bad time...? (ts NOT undertale)

better version with new thing

Kiri and souchu are here say hi
I said say hi
Good

the clock dont stop demo v2 UM + UMst [zerowidth scrap] #jadenetwork25

samples:

Tohji - Phenomeno
100 gecs - hand crushed by a mallet
Goose house - 光るなら
Ellie Goulding , Juice WRLD - Hate Me
Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe

best hitman in hell vs dariaslop

blitzo