Jenny

album art by Droopy McCool
music from:
metal gear solid
cliff martinez
seafloored
kevin macleod
sam spence
kano

happy halloween

The Haunted Darkness

shamu

HAHA yes finally I've figured out how to upload the entire Crying Girls album without everything screwing up. Best part is that these are the FLAC conversions of this album, meaning it's the highest quality version around, ACC also did this to the OFF OST. Here is the download to both Crying Girls and OFF flac files, along with other goodies. No need to thank me just thank Alias Conrad Coldwood for it:

https://public.omachi.moe/OFF/

Also if someone could get an actual .png of the actual crying girls cover I would be very grateful, thanks and have a good day.

CryingGirls

Frozen Finger Tips

The Dogs That Are My Friends

A little theme for a mysterious forest :)

Dancing Leaves

What? Shutup. What?

Actual Ghoul Tampered

Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srAg_Z-Qc60
This is for all the A-Loggers out there...

Yeah I betcha love me when I'm nice to ya
Then freak out when I ain't got time for ya
Call yourself a fan, you're an entitled little fuck
Think you own my life 'cause you gave me a buck, Bitch please!

I'm an A-LOG Executioner
Talk shit get hit make you even stupider
Run up on the block if you wanna taste a shotgun
Shell, down in hell, send my regard to Lucifer, bitch! (X2)

Got a style and a Tone so original,
If you hating already, you'll see me wearing gold, 
From
Comedy music for tds,
To billboard entitlement, so tedious,
But
I see your best, and I raise the bar,
You can not beat my test,
I can attest, you aint gonna need to see me flex, 
You cant compete with your most complex
Lines -
I been biding my time,
Studyin the craft while you blog, I write lines,
You wrote more for sure, but
No improvement in yours
Everytime I'm on mic, this shit is sure gon' scorch
(Burn down EVERYONE)

I'm an A-LOG Executioner
Talk shit get hit make you even stupider
Run up on the block if you wanna taste a shotgun
Shell, down in hell, send my regard to Lucifer, bitch! (X2)

Car keys going in your motherfuckin' eyes
Pop your fake tits if you can't shut it with the lies
You signed up, now you'll always be inside
And there ain't no way to disembark this ride

I'm an A-LOG Executioner
Talk shit get hit make you even stupider
Run up on the block if you wanna taste a shotgun
Shell, down in hell, send my regard to Lucifer, bitch! (X2)

I been biding my time (echoed) (3x)
shit is sure gon' scorch!

A-LOG EXECUTIONER by Vizier & The Golden Witch (beat by Mars Mission)

captivating vacancies
you must have left these holes on purpose 'cause I only fit
warmth is such a benefit

Eno said the silence was just as important as the noise
And I feel like it's quiet next to jumbo jets and paranoia
Running through me like a movie with a shitty pacing
All so washed away and distant like the center is erasing

I've been pacing back and forth as long as I remember
Making people nervous cause I don't remember where I'm going
So I get a sense of the surroundings till I see a sparkle
Sending me towards the thing I now decided I was in pursuit of

What you knew of what I said was all I meant
If there is more then I will say it, then I'll say it all again
I can't be asked to sort the signal from the noise just for the boys
I've got these girly quakes and maybe I enjoy it

Captivating vacancies
in desperation as I seek the beat
I don't know what to eat
Because I don't know what I want to be exactly
Manufactured identities peddle their findings
The light is blinding from the church of reality
My darksign burns when I stand in the sun too long
In the shadows I live on and on

Captivating vacancies
The absence is the evidence, the contrast is the relevence
The answer is I'm fucking better than the other thing that you just said
And I would only say it if I thought it's to your benefit
To know what's fucking good for you when everyone is someone's fed
And every unravelling presents a mess of new loose ends
So tell me what you're tied to, why it's so important, what's your motive
Why did you choose me when time is money and the money's voting?
Captivating vacancies
Like what's behind the eyes of every candidate and every voter
Every batman, every Joker sitting at the game of poker
Like it isn't pong, bounce mmy titties all day long
And sing about a dick I'll never suck
Talk about all of the girls I could but wouldn't ever fuck
Act like everything I built was all a stroke of stupid luck
When the god who blessed me lives inside my head on the same bunk

Captivating Vacancies

yo, censor my dick in my sex tape, I'm a lady
got no more to say to the operators, opposition
opportunists, competition, I'm the bitch in
this relationship and if you quit, boutta get chewed up and spit
I'm tired of my peers retiring, requiring rewiring and no longer aspiring for anything, tiring me
shouts to all my dawgs who keep it going and, shout to all the people really knowing it
used to say a lotta shit that I aint really mean to sound extreme and extra mean
and hoped the point you gleaned was this is insecurity being unleashed because the farthest will to power goes is presenting aggressively targeted poems
but as things go and play out, those self doubts perpetuate and manifest
my worst and best whiplash effects, daring me to step into the things I've said
so let me tell the truth, I prize all the mistakes of youth because I soothe the hearts of wounded people, get them actin' couth and shit, and learn the ways the world legitimately works and breaks and builds again--interesting

yo, censor my sick in my sex tape, I'm a baby
I don't have a labia, only an undercarriage
I thought I had a marriage in my future but it wasn't supposed to be gay, sometimes things come out that way, next time I might be a slave
doing all the same things I had did and
thinkin about what I found in this and it can't be quantified, but whatever I was before just died
and the new me tried, but it just can't understand how I ever tried to be a man, goddamn what a weird ass sham, what a ham, what a sad sad state for a sad sad girl to maintain and try to explain when she don't really know, cause it don't make sense, there's no explanation, there's no reasoning with, just please get me closer, please get me closer, closer, closer, you get me closer to-

A-LOG EXECUTIONER by Vizier & The Golden Witch (beat by Mars Mission)

Trial of the Golden Witch