Trophies ft. trent drew (noevdv x lodoni)

this single is an example of what happens where we take an ai brain of some of the smartest people in the world, einstein, socratese, hitler, and put them together into a music genre... and what came out was hyperpop. so, we found this bear and named him fuck ass, we also used this beat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOwEphsqHyM)the lyrics were comprised of what happens when you combine the greatest books of all time, The bible, mein kompf, my little pony book 31, and put them into a word scrambler. This is what we were found with. But we decided we werent done yet. so we took a good chunk of those words and put them into a lyrics generator made by god and christopher columbus's cum sock themselves and so we sung those very words and said "this is good, but it needs more" SO we took more of the greatest texts. The hungry caterpillar, transcript of scott the woz episode 31, the entire minecraft source code and the collection of books from the scolastic book fair with a bite taken out of pages 7, 21, 55, and 47. and we put those into the same generator, sang them, and panned them to the right ear. and after a little bit of magic and a whole lot of feet, we present to you... the greatest song to ever exist.

The Ballad Of Ur Moms Rotting Corpse(prod. 7ventus x synthetic)

Trophies (pop punk cover)

Trophies ("Synthwave" cover)

Its about Barotrauma lol

And other water based games I guess

Battle Of The Submarines

When coming back to metal i wanted to make sure i had something big and i think i delivered

Lyrics:
When given the power of a god, man will do nothing else but commit all the sins he wants, and various men will choose things such as pedophilia and necrophilia.
These men are chosen to die and become subject to my event in which I take their penises and show them nothing but profound torture to strengthen them so that when I release them back to the earth, hell will become real once again.
A sea of rape against women, children, and men will commence, and nothing can stop this evil reign. I will cause it, for you see, I am God himself, and the world has been nothing but shameful. I wish nothing but the uttermost egregious death for anyone on the planet.
Husbands will watch as their wives are raped to death in front of them (and vice versa), and pregnant mothers will have their fetus sucked out through one of my minions penises.
 
Cocaine rainbows are what everyone wants.
Wonderful, and I will (to stop being alone even)
Do wonderful things for me (inside the video phone).
Half of me says hello from (help tonight, I need to)
Who I Am: Hello from (liberate with all my)
Pouring rain and all my entertainment (have you seen my)
Friends will leave, and all my (nothing well here, you)
Life alone (go here's nothing)
 
Life ceases, and nothing will come from it.
You have chosen to stay in such a disgraceful wasteland, and yet what did you gain?
Do you feel better?
What part of this was worth it at all?
You slaved away from microseconds of anything you wanted to do.
And look at you now.
You are going to die.
And only 30% of what you wanted from life was ever found.
 
Fuck that shit, here's a real breakdown.
 
I hope you are happy.
Because that is what life is in the end.
Congrats 
You are a waste.

Emulcified With Maggots

Lyrics: 

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? -

Feast Of Flesh

Lyrics: More than 100 stealth egg attacks baffle one Euclid homeowner and police (photos and video) EUCLID, Ohio -- An 85-year-old Euclid man's home has become the target of mysterious egging attacks that began in March 2014 and haven't stopped. The continuous onslaught of eggs has baffled police, neighbors and local government officials who have tried and failed to identify the source of the attacks that have ruined the man's home and kept his family on edge. "The accuracy is phenomenal," Albert Clemens, Sr. said. "Because almost every time when it's nice weather and they launch five or six of these at a time, they almost invariably hit the front door." Clemens green two-story house sits on the corner of Wilmore Avenue and East 210th Street. He and his wife bought the home as newlyweds about 60 years ago. Though his wife has since passed away, Clemens still lives there with his 49-year-old daughter and 51-year-old son. The house has been pelted with eggs several times a week -- sometimes more than once a day -- for the past year. The attacks always happen after dark and last around 10 minutes each. The family has been awoken as late as 2 a.m. by what sounds like the crack of a gunshot against the aluminum siding or front door. Clemens and police believe the eggs are being launched from a block or two away. The siding on the front of Clemens' home is destroyed, splattered with dried egg residue that stripped off the paint. Other than a few rogue eggs that hit nearby homes, no other neighbors have been targeted. "Somebody is deeply, deeply angry at somebody in that household for some reason," Euclid Lt. Mitch Houser said. Winter offered a short respite for the family, as the egging became less frequent during the cold weather. But both Clemens and police anticipate the attacks picking back up as the snow and ice thaw. An unsolved mystery Euclid police have not taken the investigation lightly. They've spent a year doing undercover stakeouts, canvassing the neighborhood and even sending eggshells for testing. The department's entire community policing unit was dedicated to tracking down the eggers at one point. Officers respond quickly to every egging call at the home -- which is less than a mile from the police station. Both Clemens and detectives are at a dead end when it comes to suspects. Clemens had suspicions about a young man across the street who confronted him a couple years ago and asked him to stop calling police about suspicious activity in the neighborhood. Clemens said that he had started calling police more often as he noticed more crime -- mostly suspected drug activity. Another neighbor Clemens suspected was ruled out when officers saw him standing outside as an attack occurred in the presence of police. Investigators have taken several different approaches to nabbing the eggers, including installing a surveillance camera on the house. Detectives even collected some eggshell samples and tested them in a crime lab. The eggs were traced back to a local Amish farm, but the trail ended there. Clemens says the culprits either have access to a large supply of eggs or are stealing them from businesses that throw them out when they go bad. Detectives have followed this thread, visiting local restaurants and businesses asking about missing eggs. They've also tried collecting fingerprints from eggshells, but Houser said that's an impossible task. When an egg breaks, it releases proteins that destroy DNA. Officers have gone door to door questioning neighbors and handing out fliers. Nobody has come forward with any tips. "The person or people who are doing it have remained very tight-lipped apparently," Houser said.

Hell Is Where Worshipers Rot

Lyrics:
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ay, ay)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
Ye-ah

Bathtub Of Waste

Lyrics:
If looks could kill
Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Riding down Candler Road, and I'm speeding
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros (my bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (on the road)
I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos (hella 'chos)
These niggas green as fuck, I'm about to get over (get over)
No, bitch, I'm not greening out, you cannot get over (can't get over)
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Dellavedova)
Don't shop at Dover's (nah)
Don't shop at Neiman's (nah, no)
Don't commit treason (nah)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic (huh)
Baby, please don't leave me
I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me
I done got this fly, so, I'm on a date with the moon this evening
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceiving (so deceiving)
If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (it's Halloween)
I get bitches, I don't need no wingman (no wingman)
I get riches, I don't sell no weed, man (not right now)
I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real, huh
I'm on the top of the mountain, king of the hill (Top Floor), uh
I don't like no Swisher, I like Grabba Leaf, lil' nigga (Grabba, Grabba, Grabba)
Real deal codeine sipper, walk round with a purple liver, uh
I'm a fashion killer, I'm the shit, pop a band (pop a band)
I'm a real big baller, but won't let no lil' bitch play with me (Grabba, Grabba)
I'm a pussy killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me (huh)
She a fashion killer, check out how she walking, yeah, look, she slaying it (huh)
My boy got a trigger finger, he ready to pull it, so please don't play with him (grrah)
I smoke till my lungs black, lil' bitch, I take that lil' blunt and I face that shit (huh, face it)
I look at my demons and face 'em (face em)
Take the Chrome Heart' Timb's and I lace 'em (ha)
I'm walking through hell, I got an FN loaded up with a laser (rah)
My bitch rocking chanel, I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters
I gotta go, bitch, l'Il see you later (go)
I'm the dark lord, real soul taker (huh)
I'm the Top Floor Boss, a lil' player (Boss)
I put on big pants, real deal raver (real raver)
(Raver, raver)
Baby, I'm the fashion demon (demon)
Riding down Candler Road, and I'm speeding (speeding)
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros (my bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (on the road, shows)
I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos (hella 'chos)
These niggas green as fuck, I'm about to get over (get over)
No, bitch, I'm not greening out, you cannot get over (can't get over)
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (like Dellavedova)
Don't shop at Dover's (no)
Don't shop at Neiman's (no)
Don't commit treason (no)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic (huh)
Baby, please don't leave me
I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me (but I want you)
I done got this fly, so, I'm on a date with the moon this evening (ayy)
She act cool, but I know she evil (yeah), so deceiving (so deceiving)
If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (it's Halloween)

For Those With Plagued Heart

Lyrics:

Couple stacks on me
Bad bitch on me
Something something something
uhhh

so how was your day













Accept chaos into your life

Sea Of Rape (feat. Hijima Sizuki)

Mixing Death metal and Hyperpop in the worst way possible

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