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LUDACHRIST - TALK IS CHEAP

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the story of a boy with multiple-personalities: one personality continuously sends the other bomb threats.

Recorded somewhere within the past life of 2011 for a past now-defunct [ 2009-2012 ] hip hop project: The Letter Nineteen. Lyrix by me and beat by Tyler Bruce. 

i sit and shiver at the thought, 
of all my personal bomb threats. 
my songs sit inside of my pits, 
but never be leaving my lips [ this just slipped out ] 
.. like an accident, yet not a happy specimen, 
im stressed again at the reality check that i ain't blessed. 

rolling through a glass path, ASAP: bleeding, 
warm and feeling the side effects of freezing, 
until it just slipped out.. 
even though when im dreaming: im mouthless, 
im pouring out until i've forgotten what this about is.. 
shout this to crowded rooms that are full of you couch fish, 
im solemnly singing that we've arrived to fill your out lists.. 

.. call me 'Lord Repetition' when nobody is getting this, 
i am getting sick that i've got so sick of getting sick of shit, 
i fit it then defend as if the placement wasn't hidden, 
like a monument with a talking head from children's television.. 
yeah, picture this... if you can recall the process, 
as i sit and shiver until i tell me when the bomb hits.. 

i didn't mean to be born to be a leading example, 
of a conceited and scorn deity, defeated and cancelled, 
then thrown into a new order, ignoring the courses, 
of course its all a lie because im an infant, 
with my perception shifted.. 

we ain't more brainless than bayless, 
no we ain't writing a novel, 
there's not a bit of silence until were dividing the hallways, 
not an ill-mannered mannerism that's mainly mistook, 
for being obnoxiously dishonest while giving off these awful looks, 
im giving my wallet to crooks because it's always empty, 
then laughing so viciously evil when people try to tempt me, 
with a crew that'll never get me and fanbase that never changes, 
drawing/arranging still-frames of us, because we're slow to make it. 
.. now fake it, because it's the time in which we're joking, 
you're stuck here to be a witness to my new prescription unfolding. 

a resolution growing mold and close to game over, 
a cold and sober undertaking of a twelfth-grade folder.. 
.. a collection of the methods that your head had guessed, 
then tried to forget, while i get jealous of some overzealous health risks, 
we dealt this, yet none of our brethren ever felt this, 
.. and now we're stuck acting idle, 
when asked for a title like its a shelf list.. 

this is what happens when one is walking and seasick, 
and hasn't had an imagination since adolescence, 
these words are weapons of self-destruction, 
we function to form a catalyst out of our functions.. 
it's funny how i criticize and make no money, 
because they've taken it from me.. 
by "they" i mean the confident, handsome, and cunning, 
the patient, overpaid, and stunning, 
by "they" i mean the perpetrators who chase me as i am running. 

i can't control or stop myself from digging my own holes, 
i write a letter, so i'll bet that i'm a threat to my throne, 
another message until i get it and i just go home, 
.. so i can blow that motherfucker up and change my tone. 

because i only moan and grown about my own mysteries, 
when i should be the only recaller of all my history, 
im pissy because im pissed off that i get so pissed at me, 
for daydreaming about my living if i'd dissed the memories, 
of me befriending me, yet never prepared to be defending the 
thought of me caught up in the beliefs of friends and families.. 

im handling the candle, as im blowing at the wick, 
and developing epilepsy as im flipping at the switch, 
.. the sign of the old gets stuck in my throat when im focused, 
a phobia of coughing because the coffins: they'll notice. 
they know that this poem slipped out and i didn't control it 
.. so now i've gotta wait around until the cold hits.



Letter Nineteen - Lord Repetition (2011PastProjectTrack)

A song years in the making. An ode to addiction. Beat by Bruce daddy. 

Ode2Opioid

Vocal Fry Jam

Tired Liar

Just Like The Gays

Look At The River, from Your Mom's House Podcast

Look At the River - Matt Mercer

Can't Be Me [Instrumental]

Old goofy song i decided to finally post.
produced by Tyler Bruce.
Recorded with John Bevier.

LYRICS:

Verse 1
In this bitch like a dildo, just kidding but for real though. Love for haters zero, address me as your hero. Wanna stop me? Need a army. I'm a target for these lame ducks. All these rappers sound the same while Ray just fucks the game up.

Slow it down to the ground of a change up, if you wanna shoot us you better load and aim up. Above the rest, the best talking shit, how could you blame us? That's how we grew and came up. Like solders hair, we stay buzzed.

I kill the game, and I'm about to top the charts. And you can only watch like midgets at amusement parks. You spend your weekends shit faced in bars. I spend my weekends making towns in cars.

Yep, Rapping pro wrestler, from Western Kentucky. Who the fuck can touch me? They ain't doing nothing. I ain't even budging. Try huffing and puffing, but you can't blow my house down when you're too busy sucking.

Chorus
You rapper shouldn't step up.
You better get your reps up.
Do you even lift bro?
When it comes to hip hop I'm Lou Ferrigno

I'm Lou Ferrigno
yeah, I'm Lou Ferrigno
like  Lou Ferrigno
Can you beat Hung-Ray? Bitch no.

Verse 2
I'm smashing on you bastards, you'll get plastered with a mallet, to the mullet, if your foolish when you address the worlds coolest, aka me. Hung ray, no pictures. No eye contact, don't stalk my Twitter.

You said that you rap. well, maybe you call it that. You followed my shit, you won't get a follow back. Because yo shit is wack, sounds like crying on a track. And if you use that auto tune, consider yourself trashed.

They say that I'm loud, bitter, and brash. I say I'm proud of my loud bitter ass. I walk around proud in a loud silver hat, yelling at strangers I'm first and your last!

Yeah, you may be stacking that cash but you selling drugs to kids, who can be proud of that? I'm back and sicker than ever, like Ray needs medical... attention. like the hulk and Aldo, I'm Just incredible.

Chorus
You rapper shouldn't step up.
I said You better get your reps up.
Do you even lift bro?
When it comes to hip hop I'm Lou Ferrigno

I'm Lou Ferrigno
yeah, I'm Lou Ferrigno
just like Lou Ferrigno
Can you beat Hung-Ray? Still Bitch no.

Outro
Showed up in my Jushin Thunder Liger Shirt
Everyone like "Hey Man, I like your shirt
I'm just the man with the plan. I demand the respect
and I'm coming straight for your fucking neck. Ahhh.

Can't Be Me [Instrumental]

Bruce Daddy

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