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THE DEMON OF REVENGE

Methane Bullet

Yeah we’re all going down
Did it to ourselves
Our greed is choking us out
And then we’re gone
Living a lie just to live in a dream
Until we can’t breathe anymore

You Had a crown on your head
A Crown on your head,
You ain’t wearing the crown anymore x2

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Our sentients gave us a fear of death, giving birth to an afterlife
All of the nature that we couldn’t explain helped the humans to spread their lies

He Had a crown on his head
A Crown on his head,
He ain’t wearing the crown anymore x2

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in you two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Yeah, we’re digging our graves
This Earth is wasting away
We Got Plastic flowing through our veins
This human virus, our insatiable thirst, our arrogance is insane

We placed a crown on ours heads
A crown on our heads
We ain’t wearing the crown anymore x2

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in you two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Bridge
Flat earth babies and republicans
Still screaming that the science is illusion
Climate change deniers and corporate greed
Praying on the middle class to feed their machine
Religious tell you there's a paradise
doubling down on delusional hypocrisies

Maybe once the oceans boil
Maybe with the rising tides
Maybe endless wild fires will help them realize
Maybe once the ice is gone
Maybe cancer in every breathe
Maybe what it takes to save this planet is to be nothing more than animal again

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in you two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Methane Bullet

Breathitt Country - Combstead & Robert rigg


A remaster of the original from 2022.

LYRICS

The dry leaves float upon the breeze.
The hidden corners of the trees.
The summer sun that penetrates.
A gloom that holds you all prostrate.

Chorus
Miss out as the championship.
Slips between your fingertips.
Come so close but yet so far.
You had it all but no cigar. 

A glistening pool just out if reach. 
The heat that has the people beat.
The endless March towards your fate.
The white rabbit is running late. 

A stopped clock isnt always wrong.
no matter where that time has gone.
A friend is still the same as then.
The wind that blew will blow again.

A door that you had punched in rage.
Your scattered drawings on the page. 
The honeysuckle wrapped around
A wall you ha built to keep them out. 

You had it all and messed it up.
The judge is throwing you the book.
The lie you tried to propagate
Was not believed at any rate. 

Covering your tracks.
Falling in a trap. 





A Trap (No Cigar)

Sick

SICK

LYRICS:
It ain’t making no sense
And speaking of money, I ain’t making that shit
Cause I do this for fun, I just do what want, none
Swear this rap shit dawg, gotta do it chunks 
What luck, I don’t know the feeling
How are you feeling now? 

Niggas really tripping- so I’m sticking my foot out 
How can stand for this? When I really sit down
Gather my thoughts, stumble off to brick house 
Write it in chalk, see the fiends from the crack house 
I am the dog in the rain that you left out
Usually soften the pain. But I can’t now
Usually smile on my face, but I can’t now 

I got something to show. But I ain’t willing to tell 
Life is truly a test. I think a nigga just failed 
Know you full of regret, see it all on the shelf 
Now I’m back in my shell
Tryna keep it 100, but I ain’t letting myself
Life is moving to fast, need to tighten my belt
Always fight with myself
Wonder who is gonna win at end of the bell 

All this juice in my pen got me writing like hell 
Free my boys in the pen- don’t let them out 
Apathy in system
Don’t give damn 
All fax no printer
Don’t send me email
But you just don’t listen

What did you say?

That’s the point that you’re missing 
Hehe okay

Tell me I’m wrong, causing a nigga ain’t living right
Ain’t hitting up friends, missing text
Had a quick fight
Aim for my head- increase you miss
Cause I just might
Go for the legs- we won’t let stupid shit slide
Get outta your head lil man. You’ll do just fine
Get outta your head lil man, you’ll do just fine



So many flows, many goals 
So many come- somebody run, you gotta go- Cause
He gotta gun
These niggas cold, not talking snow- bundle up 
Words like a truck, I’m steady dumb.

DOG prod. noizybeats    .

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i despise how im still alive
time will never stop
soo i'll never be fine
take 9 pills to make the job done
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pills make it alright. (mini song)

2010

I'll Hold You Through The Night

Curtain Call

Portal Breather

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pills make it alright. (mini song)

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