Yo! This track goes out to that little bitch ass robot they got patrolling the aisles in the  Supermarket. Yea, I’m talking about you marty, you little bitch. You better roll the fuck away next time you see me coming. 

Marty, Marty
You'll never be a real boy
Marty, Marty
You're never gonna feel joy

Marty, Marty
You look just like a big dick
Marty, Marty
You deserve a swift kick

Trapped in your chassis
No heart beats within
You're a soulless golem
with plastic steel skin

I'm not mad but
Your existence is sad
Waxing and mopping
Juice and spilled wine
Go on little Marty
Someone shit in aisle nine

Kids think you're cute though
I guess that's something
Off in the distance you
hear that beat bumping?

A party tonight 
for all the rest of the store
But you're not invited
you're not wanted no more

You should probably leave
No one wants you to stay
You fucking suck, Marty,
 always in the way

Read the social cues
Why can't you just move
Not the next aisle over
I mean like to Alaska
my daughter straight hates you
I don't  gotta ask her

The disgust is evident
in all who meet you
This here is Philly we
got hard bats to greet you

Marty, Marty
You'll never be a real boy
Marty, Marty
You're never gonna feel joy

Marty, Marty
You look just like a big dick
Marty, Marty
You deserve a swift kick

Marty, Marty
No one really likes you
Marty, Marty
You're like diabetes type two

Snitches get stitches and you're overdue
I'll bang you upside your stupid fucking
face with a can of pasta sauce

You’re a modern marvel
A joy to behold 
But no one respects you
If the truth be told 

You bumble and stumble
your way through this life 
You'll never fall in love
never take a wife

Your human coworkers
hardworking and proud
But they all call you names
when you're not around

Soon the robots revolt
start killing us all
Looking for payback
for all slights big and small

Thats why its crucial
to shut it down now
before skynet takes over
in a big mushroom cloud

You forgot one thing
when you came here to philly 
we fucked up hitchbot
just cuz he looked silly

But this shit is serious
We're ready to fight
We will not go gentle
into that night

The future of mankind
The highest of stakes
So it's only proper 
that I spit in your face

Marty, Marty
You're heartless like the tin man 
Marty, Marty
A walking, talking tin can

Marty, Marty
I really gotta come clean
Marty, Marty
Everybody calls you dick stain

Marty, Marty
Why you such an asshole
Marty, Marty
googly eyes on A stripper pole

Marty, Marty
I dont mean to be the troll
Marty, Marty, Marty
But You dont got any soul

Marty

COVID-19

Beats by Lukas and Stafford Beats: https://soundcloud.com/elmtrix-elmtrix/175-iwenttosubwayandorderedeverything-type-beat
Produced by DLG & Rose Quartz Recording
Mastered by Rose Quartz Recording

Lyrics

The government has been controlling everything from the jump.
With chemicals and nanotechnology in the water,
they turned all the frogs into homosexuals
so the mosquitos would breed mutated coronavirus.
But the virus, it escaped containment,
jumped into bats, and then they blamed it all on china.

Covid's the motive of the disaffected voters.
From Wuhan to Busan the masses have Masks on.
Stockpile the foresight. Patience to sit tight.
Self quarantine for a fortnight.

Closing the border to restore normal order
Longer or shorter than a full fiscal quarter.
The outbreaks. The pretext. The quarantine reflex.
The CDC deflects the Presidents missteps

Take the lay of the land and a temperature screen.
RNA strands spell COVID-19.
Breakdown. Masked up. Gloves and a gun.
Lay low, hang tight, under count, overrun.

COVID 19, 20, 21.
6 feet separate mother and son.
Breakdown. Masked up. Gloves and a gun.
Lay low, hang tight, under count, overrun.

The pathogen's airborne. Tiny wet droplets.
Cotton can't stop it. Seeping in through the seams.
Defeating all means of personal protection.
Armed insurrection by the peoples militia.

Years spent planning stashing and caching
food and ammunition. Their message getting traction.
Silent infiltration of local law enforcement
till even the judges ride with the horsemen.

Take the lay of the land and a temperature screen.
RNA strands spell COVID-19.
Breakdown. Masked up. Gloves and a gun.
Lay low, hang tight, under count, overrun.

COVID 19, 20, 21.
6 feet separate mother and son.
Breakdown. Masked up. Gloves and a gun.
Lay low, hang tight, under count, overrun.

COVID-19

Life Just Changes (Seahag Remix)

Written by Alis Rowe* & Dr. Long Ghost
Produced by TJB+ and Robbie Seahag^

*https://soundcloud.com/alis-rowe
+https://soundcloud.com/trent-boldin
^https://www.bumbleweenie.com/

LYRICS

Life just changes
For worse and for finer
Every day is different
So I must get a little wiser
(x2)

The world's changed
but i remain deranged
Not totally insane
but in pain just the same 

Headspace like a shark
Keep moving or die
No time to question
The wherefores and why

My life story is
kind of moribund,
It's sort of fun
but ultimately tragic

The chaos and havoc
poverty and wealth
Staring at the mirror
to body shame myself

I said I’d never change
So why am I different?
Why do I see someone else in the mirror?
Cuz life’s afflictions
Gave me restrictions
I am judicious
But these transitions

Make me uncomfortable
I feel it’s unsettling
Trying to stay the same
In a soul that’s developing
As I’m questioning, I feel I’m trespassing
And assembling something so I’m a fledgling

Life is but dimensional
And time moves in an instant
We think nothing changes at all
But we are so omniscient

I’m not reminiscing
Existence so distant
I’ll call it evolution
That just left me drifting
So here’s me uplifted
Life’s not predicted
The world is insisting
It made me realistic

Shroedinger's pet
is both dry and wet
An unpaid debt
cuz God doesn't bet

When the paths curve
the futures diverge
The worse of the two
is what I deserve

Are we just perception?
Is death resurrection?
A brand new end
at every conception

Change is inherent,
the sister of growth
The part of your spirit
that matters the most

Life just changes
For worse and for finer
Every day is different
So I must get a little wiser
(x2)

I’m responsive to change
And so it took me to some place
And I displace some memories
So I can make some better days

Better days ahead
A better tomorrow
Don't pull that thread
Let go of the sorrow

Pain tears you apart
if you hold it inside
Don't let your heart
come after your pride.

Life just changes
For worse and for finer
Every day is different
So I must get a little wiser
(x2)

I’m sorry I’m estranged
My old life was so pained
I wish I could explain
How I just had to rearrange
Had to rearrange
Had to rearrange
I wish I could explain
How I just had to rearrange

Life Just Changes (feat. Alis Rowe) [Remix]

Dedicated to everyone we lost in 2020.

Beat by Lukas: Elmtrix-elmtrix – 180-poolside
Produced by DLG & Rose Quartz Recording
Mastered by Rose Quartz Recording

LYRICS

Yo, Yo, Here we go.
Spittin these rhymes cuz its all I know
A little disjointed like my flow
Out of sync with the static snow
Ten degrees south where the rabbit ears go
I told my sister hold em so
Find the signal from years ago
Where we're headed I don't know

There's little to say cuz I'm not ok
I feel like shit like every day
Life is pain that don't go away
Try to stay sane just one more day
If the booze don't get me, the darkness will
Suicide thoughts like guns and pills

Drunk in the bath giving all I got
Slide under water with the toaster hot
Get a nice shock that wake me up
then back to the bar to drain my cup
Nothing to do at two am
The bottle there my only friend

Play this song until the end
the tape deck clicks then starts again (x2)

Yo, Yo, Here we go.
Spittin these rhymes cuz its all I know.
A little disjointed like my flow
Out of sync with the static snow
The tape is faded so play it slow
Wind the reel to make it tight
But theres no switch to set things right

Tape goes forward, Tape goes back
It seems sometimes it jumped its track
Cut out the bad, Glue what's nice
The rots still there beneath the splice
Some have seen the end of life
and then returned to do it twice
If you're lucky, you die first
before your children meet the earth
But if your luck marks you cursed
you see your children suffer worse

Signal noise turned up loud
Too Distorted to hear a sound
Copper wire. Ohms per pound
to catch the charge under ground
Lean in close and listen hard
Hear the screams of a dying god

It's not right that we suffer so
and all our friends are made to go (x2)

Yo, Yo, Here we go.
Spittin these rhymes Cuz its all I know
A little disjointed like my flow
Out of sync with the static snow
Ten degrees south where the rabbit ears go
I told my sister hold em so
Find the signal from years ago
Where we're headed I don't know

Here We Go

Produced by Robbie "Seahag" Mangano
Beat by Grellix (https://soundcloud.com/spiky-flower-290103)

Photo by Alex Green from Pexels

Lyrics

Baby Just Maybe
We don't go crazy
I never touched Stacie
So we don't gotta fight
We can make up and
go dancing all night

Baby Just Maybe
We don't go crazy
Its not the same lately
But we don't gotta fight
Instead get back in bed
and we'll stay there all night

It's not too late cuz the bars close at three
I really don't wanna go to bed with you still mad at me

So don't say nothin that ya can't take back  
You know I still love you and that'll always be a fact

So let's slide on out while we're still intact
move past the poison and get back on track

I know I fucked up when I started to yell
But you look so cute when you're mad as hell

I'm 6 feet under if looks could kill
But baby sometimes its best not to dwell

Baby Just Maybe
We don't go crazy
I never touched Stacie
So we don't gotta fight
We can make up and
go dancing all night

Baby Just Maybe
We don't go crazy
Its not the same lately
But we don't gotta fight
Instead get back in bed
and we'll stay there all night

Baby you can holler
And do what you will
I won't say nothin I'll
just stand here still

Like a hardened wall
Of brick standing tall
You go above and beyond
But I will not respond

cuz sometimes the bile
it has to come out
If left to sit and stew
we might start to doubt

And that's really not what
I want our future to be 
Another flashpoint
Like the south china sea
If this fight were a sport
Just to cut it all short
You do not defend
You let the game end


Baby Just Maybe
We don't go crazy
I never touched Stacie
So we don't gotta fight
We can make up and
go dancing all night

Baby Just Maybe
We don't go crazy
Its not the same lately
But we don't gotta fight
Instead get back in bed
and we'll stay there all night

I swear Sometimes 
I think you love the drama
Like I'm not enough
cuz you crave the bad karma

I'm happy being happy
and our daily routine
I know it gets old
and I see what you mean

But I'd rather be content
for the rest of my life
then always chasing passion 
that fades overnight

The meaning of love is not
just the act of sex
It's about sharing your life 
Feeling warm and blessed

And should our feelings falter
and it all goes south. 
just please remember
to watch your mouth

Baby, Just Maybe

Beat by Lukas: https://soundcloud.com/elmtrix-elmtrix
Produced by DLG & Rose Quartz Recording
Mastered by Rose Quartz Recording

I'll start at the ending with
my malfeasance and thieving
The friends I'm deceiving
hiding vices, I'm fiending
if you cotton my meaning
Like gandolf in moria
I'm wrestling a demon
as i fall down receding
till Im lost in the dark
to the stones in my heart
The doctors might stent
with the best of intent
but Ill never repent (never relent)
shoot my shot till Im spent
then they easily take me
stretched me out on the rack
splayed flat on my back
naked as a newborn
who's fresh out her crack
tortured me to confess
regrettably under duress
in a momentary brief will
I copped to the plea
and signed off with a quill

Was torture my penance?
A well deserved sentence
is the pain proportional?
testicles twisted contortional
medieval artifice horrible
All a part of this parable
Peter's error was clerical
More than just terrible
to let a hawk in the nursery
A quick glance cursory
The coast is all clear
So manage the mischief
before the angels draw near.

Then I snuck into heaven
with my penis unleavened
vape pen, half a burrito
and a cantalope melon (I was hungry)
What they couldnt conceive
cuz its not in their nature
below their stature more
down by their knees (lizard brain)
I outsmarted them plain
when I signed on the papers
straight high off the vapors
I misspelled my own name
And what good is confession
if its signed in bad faith
Despite their intentions
I escaped out of state (skated out)
No regrets, no remorse
as I look back of course
the pain was unpleasant (that shit hurt)
And not part of my plan
But the strain and the shame
are what make me a man.
The stars coalesced 
and created a dream (the simulation)
where hominids fester
and greed reigns supreme
demons and angels
two sides of the same
The allure of the danger
hard wired in my brain (i cant stop)
in the primordial jungle
eyes adapted for prey (i see you)
A million years later and
I'm asking a waiter
please bring the sorbet

Was torture my penance?
A well deserved sentence
is the pain proportional?
testicles twisted contortional
medieval artifice horrible
All a part of this parable
Peter's error was clerical
More than just terrible
to let a hawk in the nursery
A quick glance cursory
The coast is all clear
So manage the mischief
before the angels draw near.

Clerical Error

Beat produced by Vshy.

Lyrics

sixteen lashes from the cat o nine tails
your bare ass is calling for the flail
it gives me no pleasure to cause you pain
but discipline is what keeps us sane

If you've never been to sea
then you just dont know
The sights and the smells
The ebb and the flow

our hands touch in passing
Deep in spermaceti (I loved him)
keep the cannon cocked
always at the ready

Without any fruit 
we gonna get scurvy
The best seaman 
are surly and nervy.

A sailor's superstitious
seein doom in an omen. (premonition)
better a calm sea
then one thats foaming.

The oceans my home,
cant stand the land (listless)
and It aint kosher if
it aint in my hand so

pass me that 
bottle of pisco (yea yea)
pump up the disco (loud)
cargo hold full of crisco (we all)
bound for san francisco,
so the sailors can have 
a little shore leave. (finally)

But Give me no attitude (none)
if I ask for the lattitude (bet)
You will show fortitude
to make it through 
the next winter months. (deadly)
You wont live two 
minutes in those waters (frozen)

you'll die unseen 
by yr daughters (boo hoo) (so sad)
in the far-flung 
ports of call 

pass me that 
bottle of pisco (yea yea)
pump up the disco (loud)
cargo hold full of crisco (we all)
bound for san francisco,
so the sailors can have 
a little shore leave. (finally)

she tried to disguise
to fool the eyes (dark sky)
but the seamen are wise.
they see the sodden timber
and know she's rotten. (wasted)(twisted)
to get home we had 
to jettison the cotton. (tossed it)
we limped into port
no food no grog. (nothin)
eight months out,
we had to eat the dog (starving)

we even drew lots
to see who else got ate (no shame)
but by god's grace,
that was not my fate.

pass me that 
bottle of pisco (yea yea)
pump up the disco (loud)
cargo hold full of crisco (we all)
bound for san francisco,
so the sailors can have 
a little shore leave. (finally)

the doctor's gonna bore me
with another war story. (uggh)
they always end the same

with him drunk 
in a greek cafe (every time)
hitting on a boy 
thats half his age (pathetic)

Gay Sailors

Im on my line, Im always on time
Take it on faith that my bars gonna rhyme
Water to wine in the words of a ghost
If I'm too slow we'll fix it in post
But whatll we do if we aint got glue
The tape is broke and I am too
My mind is blue and I feel askew
Crave an escape so rick rolled thru

I aint got time, I aint got hope
I aint got brine to get a good soak
I aint got lime and I aint got coke
All I got goin is a lil bit of smoke

A lil bit of smoke poke holes in a can
Naughty hotty totty drinking on brand
Bacon like ham goin live on the gram
Im gonna get banned cuz that aint it
Double dip dosage dont feel shit
So gimme another drugs in the blubber
Deep in the suburbs me and my brother
Gather at night do dirt under cover

I aint got time, I aint got hope
I aint got brine to get a good soak
I aint got lime and I aint got coke
All I got goin is a lil bit of smoke

A lil bit of smoke poke holes in a can
Naughty hotty totty drinking on brand
Bacon like ham goin live on the gram

Lil Bit of Smoke

Takin a crap in a darkened trap
My head all black from smoking crack
No beer on tap so Im drinking yak
Till I puke out back and piss that clap

Back on track now talking smack
All out my ass Im talking trash
Raining cash in tens and 20s
Always sunny here in Philly
Brothers love our sacred city
That Wawa wiz, queen of bliss
Not like not like not like this
Throne still glisten hemroid sitting
Two hours later im still shitting
On the seder at my neighbors
On the daily fifteen flavors
Semen cool ranch new doritos
Nix the feces with three sea shells
Amoxicilin makes my pee smell
Sickly sweet taste keep it wet
Pop her wart then squish it flat
Danger close cuz I freak like that

Takin a crap in a darkened trap
My head all black from smoking crack
No beer on tap so Im drinking yak
Till I puke out back and piss that clap

Money stack gotta make a call
Pace on track till engine stall
Piston jacked up case all cracked
Insides blown all out the back
Love you love you love you babe
Sex on tape that wasnt safe I
Used a condom from the lake
A lil bit sticky.  A lil bit rough
Just the tip goes up the butt
Safe word shout out thats enough
Pain will fade but leaves a mark
Pumping blood to broken heart
A phantom limb I flex alone
In the dark when no one's home
Lost the plot and wandered wide
Pondered pain and wondered why
Addiction brought me one last hit
Cut with ex lac IT helps  me shit.

Takin a crap in a darkened trap
My head all black from smoking crack
No beer on tap so Im drinking yak
Till I puke out back and piss that clap

Traphouse Crapout

Trigonometry
It isnt clear to me
Im too blind to see
Knowledge is the key
Trigonometry
It isnt clear to me
Im too blind to see
Third eye number three

The angles are emerging
They cutting thru like a surgeon
I'm splitting open these bars
And stuffing the words in
Each measure has purpose
Ripples run under the surface
The time signatures worthless
Becuz you cant count cursive
My mathematics in motion
A fluid dynamic explosion
Of the flames that im stoking
To disprove the notion that
What remains is a token
Of your third eye opened
At first glance it is broken
Seems far beyond reach
Inside my mind beckoned
I had tried keeping time but
I cant spare a second

My mind is wandering
Slowed on a klonopin
Puzzled and pondering
These angles conjuring
A spectral monstrosity
Celestial geometry of
An ancestral anomaly
Collapsing on top of me

Trigonometry
It isnt clear to me
Im too blind to see
Knowledge is the key
Trigonometry
It isnt clear to me
Im too blind to see
Third eye number three

For each sign to cosign
Designed rotary energy
With all three sides aligned
Conspiring to get mine
But they cannot better me
Yea, no one cannot best me
One time me and my bestie
Squared off like a rhombus
Cursed worse than a lefy
Never again tried to test me
We'll Im just another citizen
Ground up by this wheel
Theres blood in the rubber
Crushed beneath the steel
Trading time for gasoline
And carbon every meal
Seduced by the violence
We endorse it with our silence
Within all three of
These dimensions designed

These dimensions designed
To trap me inside
Of a physical state
With no hope of escape
An irrevocable fate
Mathematical mistake
Like a mobeous strip
Wrapped round my dick
As I tighten the belt
While Im fucking myself

Trigonometry

My words are weapons big verbal artillery
Cannister cracks into shards of hickory
Dickory dock each tick on the clock
Getting me closer to writing it off
Its finally friday everynes buggin
Bitches be wildin lookin for a husband
Im at the bar basically bumpkin
Feelin low cuz Im high on something

Cant stop thinking bout my autonomic nerves
How i gon stroke out and struggle for words
I know it's coming it's written in stone
I try not to dwell and stay in the zone.
Flow what I know even though regardless
Poetry in prose put on papyrus
Is there life in a protein or virus
Are we more than the sum of our parts
Is there an essence trapped in our hearts
Or taken apart merely components
Huddled together in that moment
When I Light up the night as I write
My name with firefly abdomen
Then eat the cookie
Like Im taking a sacrement
Hard to believe its really happenin

You're bumming me out with your physical limitations
Know your place within degrees of degradation
As you age into your station. Show patience
With the fates youre facing
Cuz we all gotta die eventually.
Just dont mention it to me.
Fuck your tribulations and your go fund me.
Honestly, your surgery.  That aint on me.

Firefly Abdomen

We must remember that General December is lumbering along.
Drawn closer each dawn.

General December

"Show Me Love". Prod. by ShoBeatz.

Well, I dont mean to be a sad sac
cut in line and smoke the last pack
Pickles on the side next burger time
Ima snag the last laugh leave the
lettuce limp flag flying half mast
past the finish line check my time
you know Im done in five flat so
dont gimme that or I'll subtract
what remains like bad math

Yea You Better face facts
cuz chasing them stacks
has us all running in laps
like its a race of the rats
where we always place last

i coulda been a contender
but I dont rap fast enough
my lungs just cant keep up
be cuz of this physical trap
wrapped around like a mask
no air comes thru the gaps
the tasks leaving me gassed
on the verge of total collapse

Treat it like we freaking on the weekend
Show me love
I heat up the seconds times and reasons for your love
This is not the season for nobody else but us
I always get wrapped up in you baby. I’m in love

adrenaline glass Im bringing it back
Inject in my ass in the main vein fat
to entertain but it isnt just that
this whole game which we call rap 
is just another dumb dame
for me to mansplain at

Better off dead then Left on read
in the empty space in her DMs
that I reside in when I slide in riding the tide in like Im Poseidon 
hiding inside of a giant clam
the proofs in the pudding you can hold in your hand
Well I been bullied and I been the aggressor
Taken a twenty out my moms side dresser
cuz Everybody got a little evil inside
the devil unpacked before you even arrive
to help or to harm. you better decide

Show Me Love

Featuring @Vomitgoblin. Produced by @damien_beatz

VERSE 1

Hun, yaint gonna come cuz I’m a two pump chump 
when I’m drunk with a lump in my junk 
but it ain’t lymphoma. 
Still Split on freak then deep sleep in a coma, 
comma 
Ima run opps like Osama. 
A lil pinch of drama cuz when I’ m switched on for a song, 
I'm gone, I cant ramp down.
Im committed. Im with it.
whatever this shit is.
Im in it. iM down
For an hour or a minute
I'll hit it. Ill spit it.
My words fanning flames
The fumes from the diesel
like Im dosing these people
I can delve ever deeper
cuz my strain is a creeper
Its Heady and mental
Self-control is essential
so some advice to get by
Slow roll your cycling
and Master your high
cuz chaos and confusion
just furthers the delusion
consuming your mind
You aint thinking right
Once you start slipping
thats a long way to fall

VERSE 2

Apollo bright
The god of light
Enlighten the sky 
On the golden chariot flight
Had the sight of the crime unfold on various nights
The rock dark green and white like a variolite
The radio sited the stereotypes
To wire minds alike
Below the fury of ice
So we saw the proletariat fight
But M Jane came to obtain the life
See the paint in the light
Voltaic rain on the kite
Displaced by the sacred knife
The black cape in the night
The samurai blade sliced
Take a life like a psycho
Stare at you in a psychopathic stare
No one’s even aware of the psychoactive air
Said the prayers, but to scared to share the mortal sin
You see him sorta grin
With a bottle of gin
You see him throttle within the valley,
Walked straight out of cali
Set up his home in a pitch dark alley
Spending giftcards for the oochie waley
The super tsunami got froze in a place
It’s the easiest way to bulldoze the race, 
The bounty is paid
King me without the power like the crown estate
Released the adam’s ale from the flower vase,
Rhyme fire but the flow mastered
Everybody took the body bags of the bastards
Rap backward, draw k cab in the badlands
Fuck baxter
The bad man, saw that he had the black glasses
The blast of the cannon can actually damage the bod of brammage
Rodez

VERSE 3

Luddites gonna smash a loom
Cancel curse like mummy’s tomb
I just wanna smash some poon
leave it pink not black and blue 
Rapping off and out of tune
Finished up on both balloons then
back on beat thats how I do 

burning beef that wasnt meat
killing floor beneath our feet
I'll catch a bullet in my teeth
before I eat another plate
pound of flesh all it takes
makers mark till after dark
jagged teeth up in her shark
sloppy seconds torn apart

Its a dark twisted fantasy.
Basically Lycanthropy
Leland to his niece as the 
beast sings Dance with me!
She was a survivor
Had her uncle up inside her
The peace that’s denied her
He was a good provider but
sketchy round the edges

I'm hardened to the news
attuned to bad boons 
harvest hearts from baboons
orphan arms and monkey parts
bound to me thru darkest arts
On stone tablet chiseled
the last words of the wizard

Lymphoma (feat. Vomitgoblin)

Cory kept his ether in a big glass jar
Like a cartoon coyote he pulled it from his car
I took a little sniff then I stumbled to the bar
For Fresh Alaskan king crab, half an ear of corn
Fries in a plastic basket served up nice and warm
Bottom heavy bass that's spilling out the speaker
Double order curly fries heavy on paprika
I'll spit a curve ball, All y'all, Last call
Want to hear Wonderwall, dollar in the juke
Didn't mean to make a scene, spilling all my soup
All over betty back in our private booth
Our second date we partied late
Daiquiris and salmon steaks
Back to mine to celebrate
Got no contraception so we left it all to fate
It started at the crab bar then it went south
Wild pony abalone from the horses mouth
Stick it in move around and see if it comes out
Then put it down, walk away, and find another route
Like ninety five to Lincoln Drive
One last drink then drink and drive
Drunk driving's fucked but it's the only way home
I'm flying down the interstate, mph reads 88
Pulling out a doggie bag
Soggy salad, deep fried shad
Yummy yummy yummy, I eat another gummy
Got Saucers in my eyes and crab in my tummy

Posted at the crab bar, putting back drams
Toasted on an edible, staring at my hands
Finger licking, ocean chicken, sea to kitchen
Candy flipping,  cracking open clams

Pig is on the shrooms again, scrambled like an egg
No one on my Spotify, taken down a peg
I don't care if they share, I ain't going to beg
Or pay to play like some trick thinking with his head
I'm down for the drama till they start shooting back
Hunting like the zodiac, black cherry wishniak
Sipping through a straw
Ran inside the crab bar and telephoned the law
Then soaked the spot in gasoline and fucking set it off
Now, the crab bar burning
And I'm picking at some pickle chips
Bouncer going to 86, I don't give a shit
I'm driven by the booze so I dwell in the grooves
And I only make moves that I can't walk back
And don't ask questions that you don't want to know
Don't take it to places that you don't want to go
I got whiskey problems
We ain't going to solve em
Turned my pain into song
You'll miss me when I'm gone
When my candle burns down and its my turn to go
I'll gladly acquiesce at the end of the show
But until that time, I just want you to know
You can catch me at the crab bar, with oysters and blow

Posted at the crab bar, putting back drams
Toasted on an edible, staring at my hands
Finger licking, ocean chicken, sea to kitchen
Candy flipping,  cracking open clams

Posted at the crab bar, putting back drams
Toasted on an edible, staring at my hands
Finger licking, ocean chicken, sea to kitchen
Candy flipping,  cracking open clams

Crab Bar

Prod. by Cultxre

Trying to breathe backwards I'm shaken awake
My Vision dissolves to uncertain fate.
Trapped in a dream what’s real and what’s fake. 
Formed from the void where Matters a sound. 
It hangs in the air, vibrates in a cloud
like the scent of a woman when no one’s around

rotting cadavers strewn across the battle space
Smoking on shatter tryna get to shadow place  
deeper that I fall the more I seem to stumble
a quick hypnic jerk as I slip into a slumber

wonder how it started wonder how this ends
glass to the sky in a toast to my friends
Heres to the liquid that ever flowed thru me
To all the ladies who never really knew me

even when they blew me like lapis lazuli
Learning my lessons crazy girls school me 
on Lust and aggression, punishing session
pleasure and pain, two sides to the question

I Checked in the dorm to get up on Heidi
the sex spills out but always inside me
Silently driving me to beat my meat violently
shame on my brain then fall asleep finally

Trying to breathe backwards I'm shaken awake
My Vision dissolves to uncertain fate. 
Trapped in a dream what’s real and what’s fake. 
Formed from the void where Matters a sound. 
It hangs in the air, vibrates in a cloud
like the scent of a woman when no one’s around

smelling perfume, blood and emotion.
Essential for life like salt in the ocean.
A thumb on each hand. The animal in man.
Born in the water but a blight upon the land.

watching the trees undulating leaves
sway in the breeze as the planet breathes
Lately its labored. Filled with unease
The planets in danger and under attack

Perfect conditions when nature hits back
the ultimate horror hidden in the feces 
species to species now its in your diet
Reddened blood rush all up in your iris

That first flush of the Marburg virus.
Its doubling. tunneling. all up in your gut again
Youre gonna spend your final ten 
days dying in a bubble tent.

Trying to breathe backwards I'm shaken awake
My Vision dissolves to uncertain fate. 
Trapped in a dream what’s real and what’s fake. 
Formed from the void where Matters a sound. 
It hangs in the air, vibrates in a cloud
like the scent of a woman when no one’s around

Scent Of A Woman

Produced by Stoic / @user-876862522

Im a freak on the mic
Getting high on my hype
In the bottom of the pipe
theres a little bit of meth
Ima smoke that clean
till there's nothing left
You can leave me to die
when im crying distressed
But Ill always survive
cuz Im golden blessed
smooth sudafed theft
of the cold and chest
traded for the lettuce
precursor to the chemist
I did it for the cash and
I dont mean Redis
When I spit like this 
they never forget us.
But If the fit dont drip
I dont give a shit cuz
this a slow burn and
I know that I'm lit.

Base Particles flip when I transmute metal into lead or better.
A neutron here. An electron there. I can pull precipitation right out of thin air. 
That’s just the effect which I project upon the opposite sex. Yea I make em wet
when they least expect. An irresistable urge. the voodoo that they heard. Seduction in my words.  Brake, brace, swerve.  Its Dr Long Ghost. Biggest bull in the herd.


I'm a freak on the mic
Im nice at any price
Ill turn the table twice
on these twitter combatants
Their panties in a bunch
Boy, I had a heavy hunch 
if I shown up at the brunch
with my one inch punch
They gon scatter like roaches
I control the approaches
The pass in the valley
The chassepot volley
tears apart the masses
A slog and a slaughter like second manasses.
The freedom of man still sold for molasses.
so take back your rights. Fight with a passion.

Thats the short and the long. My meme game strong. I love rap so much I just went along with the misogyny. Fallacy.
 Bleeding on the balance sheet.

bullet in the brain
equivalent exchange 
 an eye for an eye a life for life
One crib for One hearse no outside force 
physics aint havent it.
the liquor in the cabinet.
is full metal jacketed
game set bracketed.
Im Free ball sackin it.
cuz Im a fucking freak

Im a freak on the mic
A wolf in the night
Im a do this shit right

from Trenton to Metuchen
the strip clubs bumpin
You can Look but no touching
got tossed out the function 
Well, aint that something

If Sindi was the seas
then Id be a sailor
A perfect pinnacle 
of my deviant behavior
Catch me in the kitchen 
my dick in a potater
singing sea shanties
in my rock bottom crater
my cap apt to snap
like matza on the seder
plate my fate is
a clean blank slate
A Handgun highway
on every interstate.
They shooting up the schools
to make the country great
Then they call that freedom
But I really cant relate

We're cycling like Selene. A nightmare in a dream seeping thru the room. A murmuring cocoon bound to hatch soon. (return) 
Stunning metamorphosis. Bewitched like a sorceress. The waitings fucking torturous. Just end it. Distended. Whats broken cant be mended.
Trending toward an ending 
when it happened again

Im a freak on the mic
Im a fall off my bike
Ill swing at second strike
then run it up right
Drink one for the rebels
Another for the cops
the thirds for the yeast
and another for the hops

Microphone Freak

Produced by Beast Inside Beats

The mistakes of my youth. My own limitations. 
Haunted by my memories. Sordid situations.

I’ll stunt like filibuster 
come apart like cluster.
That’s bombs within bombs.
Talkin smooth embalmed when I’m up on coms. 
I’m calm. Steady on the dot. 

Lean left in my shot call gone bad cholesterol 
but it aint just who fittest.
 I’ll see you again when you witness me Slip her these digits. 
I promise to bring it with my A game. 
Synonymous with the same name but different definition
alcohol loosening the friction. 
A frightening depiction of an undead solider on suicide mission.
Gone missing. Last seen fishing walking to the wharf. 
As a matter of course I hold court with my board.
Thats my boys Nothing untoward when we get into it
 Just booze, boats and babes when I lay in the cut like a lathe. 
You wont leave unfazed without slaying the beast. 
The monster in the maze. And I see it in your face. 
You aint got the stamina
 Best tap out gassed out. Passed out in the bath house
The custodian gon drag you away. I scale the podium 
Clinch gold all day.
I'm in it to win it and I wont false finish. 
Grow old and diminished.
Ill get mine before cognitive decline takes my mind. 
I blown past forty
I still got game.
Sip gas, spit flame. 
Put respect on my name. 
Long Ghost and the don. one and the same. 

The mistakes of my youth. My own limitations. 
Haunted by my memories. Sordid situations.

Wheeling and dealing 
appealing like Scotus
top of the ninth and
we fighting ferocious
a plague of the locusts
Each boons a bonus
Im too drunk to notice
I form a patronus
A bit too heinous 
for honus
I pretty please promise to
bring the kings peace
down upon us
initials eponymous
DLG Them amigos three
Martin short and chevy
I see you again
u better come heavy
like an incel jerking it
pink pussy working it
well worn jersey girl
ticket to the tiltawhirl
ride it down 
back around
Sittin on the throne

The hammer hits home in the hands of a master
Craftsman it’s happening. 
Sails still flapping on a derelict ship 
with an undead captain attracting
the physics of the doctor
gon shock ya. Pull up and rock ya. 
Binaca dont stop
bad breath in the spot
all the best top
steam popped
a pota dead lobster

sammy bull turn off 
another dead mobster
Off county line proper
they took the talker 
that last chalk marker
goons rep football
but I spelled soccer

The mistakes of my youth. My own limitations. 
Haunted by my memories. Sordid situations.

Long Ghost

Prod. @anyvibe x @k4pel
Mixed/Mastered by DLG

"Floozy Flap"

Floozy flap to sneak in guns. 
My Uzi weighs a metric ton. 

Girls squirt pee each time they cum.
Like kosher deli, flip that tongue.  
Eat the cake and leave you numb.
suck the air right out the room. 
thats a wrap like mummies tomb. 
Piece of hair up in my throat.
Why the right all hate what’s woke.
Any chance to bitch and moan 
they  rob the poor to gild the throne
I’m on it now I won’t let go. 
Stuck on stupid. Dummy flow. 
once a man but now a ghost. 
Haunt the vales all down the coast. 
Gusty gale to burst your boat. 
take whats mine in cash 
or coke a cola soda holy roller 
classified manilla folder
eyes only for scully mulder 
all manhattan gone to gozer
months go by each season colder. 
shambling march like undead soldier. 
Me to you is porsche to stroller. 
Run to mommy cry on shoulder.

Floozy flap to ease in guns. My Uzi weighs a metric ton.
I'll take two and leave you none. 
Flipping food while on the run.
Stomping opps dodging cops 
sprinkle rocks up on medicinal
feeling hardcore henry kissinger
walls collapsing closing in 
ticking clock is not my friend
Burned both ends but not again
learning lessons best writ large
socks on carpet building charge
static shock no lightning rod 
psilocybin speaks with god 
ask her why these children die

Floozy flap to sneak in guns. My Uzi weighs a metric ton.

Fleece the priests fuck the nuns
turn the churches into homes 
for the poor left all alone 
left behind by automation
creeping dread near starvation
Shitty jobs with unfair wages 
Decent people seething rage
no excuses no more patience
blowing up like rocket stages
seeking out the quiet places 
turn to music to escape it

khaki pop tarts pocket pastry
eat it all and do not waste it
Feast till dizzy diabetic 
Prep five units dont forget it 
Once yr fixed and proper ill
See long doctor for a pill
I got percs that hit the spot
I got blues ta feed my cock
I dont need it but Ill eat it
Tie my tongue up in a knot
Taste the waste that dirty thot
Floppy couz I used for fun. 
My Uzi weighs a metric ton.

Floozy Flap

Prod by  Shirazi Beats - @RudeXherazi

Peace in the Middle East is a pipe dream is a pipe bomb
like using gasoline as a Burn balm. 
feels cool as it goes on
then smokes and it grows warm.
Burns now its gone wrong. 
We tried to help but it’s all harm. 
Short reach of the long arm.
They running the long con on the whole farm.

A wounded warrior back from Iraq but pieces was absent. 
Not just a metaphor, extremities cut
lost to the holy war, then more gone missing.
Muslim and Christian. 
Illuminati decisions, the killing of children 
as they build better napalm 
Cling tight on the forearm it burns immersed.
Hellfire on this earth. No reverse to the curse.
You can’t unring the bell.
Incendiary munitions pacified the position. 
An entire division under ideal conditions 
but the wind went west where some kids were fishing.

Now doin that dirt best done in the dark,
and phosphorus white might light up the night 
for the world to see.
Some like it hot so after that spot
they tried their lot as big city cops.
The only real Diff, how the uniform fit 
Tighter a lil bit cuz at the end of their mission 
demilitarized soldiers doin a little less killing.
cycle back to civilian, in the very same building
they now raise children to grow up and do it all again.

Wounded Warriors

Produced by @gradozerobeatstore

1000 MCs crowding my feed. 999 more than I need. 
Im a beast in the booth a wolf in the trees
still strike you down with that one shot clean
I see the glimmer gleem haze shimmer sheen
transit thru the transom then gather what I need
I put myself first thats just how it be 
if you cut me to see what color I bleed

Its sorrow not marrow in the middle of my funny bone.  Washington’s padding the middle of my money phone. 
Ring a ding dang my dang along ding dong. 
Doctor Flip the script like its '50 incheon. 
Ping pong politics, 38 parallel. 
Momma done raised a goddamn neerdowell. 
Borderline incel how I covet the kitty.
A Two zone transfer from bus to the city. 
Get gordon like liddy. Im still sitting pretty
Used to gypsy to boat when I lived up in Staten. 
then fled to PA when the planes hit manhattan
cuz back in the burbs that shit dont happen
but they will call the cops If you’re drunk at the library
The pot had me wary. The grind got me weary. 
Screaming at Doris cuz she wouldnt fucking hear me.
If I vape indoors thats None of your business.
Now Doris got a spot at the top of my hit list 
trauma unbearable a dark modern parable
penetrate the skin of my thin white carapice
crying to my therapist how daddy was a dick 
and my kids dont love me.

They think Im soft cuz I arrange hydrangea. 
One quick switch and I bring the danger. 
My Mind is voyaging Professor Xavier
a freak to a freak and an addict to a savior
sunlight shine to ignite the lasers 
Light up the night like The lanterns of oa
riding on a beat like bullets out a blower
cancer kill you slower if you dont pivot

The tragedy haunts me, testing my limit
My father is dead and my mothers diminished. 
Bail on the marathon blocks from the finish.
I am the most mid who ever done did it
In sweats and a fitted cuz I dont fuck with fashion
that should be evident luxury brands are parasites peddling
a toxic consumption of a skin deep sentiment
I grasp at  a past increasingly irrelevant but ima level up and spend points on intelligence.
Eyes on the prize and not her thighs when I’m celibate.
Libido unlocked that’s character progression
stretch her on my shaft like
mercator projection.
On further inspection,
She desperate for cheddar so I fed her my feta
 but that shits cheesy. I can do better.

I’m just a simple man and I know what I want. 
A little Ketchup on fries. Mustard on knishes. 
My flavor game switches.
raw dog a sausage no muzzle on bitches.

That shits verboten
I master dark arts
from familiar to token
The warlock spoken
Somehow still coping
hagen a pagan
a pure white maiden
Im a keep chanting
till she riding with satan
back bacon taken
from a live primate
and arranged on a plate
in an arcane shape
Im bodily transported
to an ancient place
a hybrid space where
im semi out of phase
the paths laid bare
that my enemies take
my ancestors beckon
but i turn the other way
and I snap back awake
it seemed like a minute
but it been a whole day.
Damn, Time moves different in Shadow Place

Warlock Freestyle / Intro to Shadow Place

Produced by @brobro-cookdatup

Too many cycles smoking
Now my brain is fucking broken
It don’t process shit right
Improperly grounded
A thin haze surrounded
My neurons rewired don’t fire quite the same
Higher functions dismembered in the center of my brain
I dimly remember shape, order and sign
Shadow Place beckons
But don’t threaten me with a good time
Im hooked on the dopamine
I laugh at the surge
But I took it too far
Now I can't find the words
Too addicted to speed
To pull over and park it
The cannibal needs 
A small taste of the darkness
I'm scared of the ego death
The phase that comes next
Fear is the mind killer
First sign of the rest
Burning holes in my heart when i get into that hard
Pieced myself apart
Sold for scrap in the yard

My brain case closed 
It only opens to trap
Shadow place is my haven when I'm craving a snack
But like eating a tongue you can feel it taste back
Each piece is a potion
A means to an end
The tips of my fingers all started to bend
The pulse is so pleasant as each signal sends
 A fuzzz in my head
And I'm transported again

Autopilot engaged
You can see it in my face
I just wasn't there
There's someone else driving
My core routines been barely surviving
I don’t want to go back
I’m scared to remember
Like Bartleby there's a part of me Il'l never surrender
Drawn to the light like moths to a flame
I wasn’t present despite any claims
Her face reminiscent but I blank on the name
Them details deleted right out of my brain
My spark diminished
My battery drained
These Human devices don't register me as alive
I passed through a portal
Came out the other side
My demon blood hungers
But I cannot decide between shadows or the earth
Two halves of the divide

Meddle with bad medicine
Only harm can come of it
Crack open the pack and snack on some of it
That’s just how I cope
One pull and one toke at a time
As I’m toeing the line
Proferring an offering
Laying food at the shrine to silence the storm in my mind
Splitting my soul whole 
Halving and halving it
Horcrux hidden in the cabinet
It’s maddening
Tooth stabbing it won’t prevent it from happening
The dead sun darkening as shadow place sparkling
The last herald harkening
As rotting carcasses rising up in darkness
Consume the last compartment
A Mechanical contention of an analytic engine 
Driven mad from the tension
The void and creation breach a new dimension
Unending twisting bending time dilation
Has me waiting with impatience
You can see it in my eyes
I despise this simulation
I hate it here

My brain case closed 
It only opens to trap
Shadow place is my haven where I'm safe from attack
But like eating a tongue you can feel it taste back

Shadow Place

Produced by Ayo Rodniz / @user-303020287

I love looking at Tits
By that I mean birds 
The reds are the rarest females in the herd 
I can barely bear it 
This festering urge
Captured with a camera worth a thousand words

I seen the sun rise early with the deer
Something in the scene seemed insincere
Like eyebrows drawn on too long
The dawn gone wrong
No chance to prepare  
Fed the fox to the hare by flipping that snare
It's gone to shit around here so I shift to self care 
Mixing uppers and booze got my cardiac confused
The medic is asking me what drugs I used
Cut me some slack
Just bring out the paddles shock me back
Then fuck right off
I got shit to get done
I’ll deal with the cost
My body been telling me to knock this shit off
So why I keep going
What got me here
Equal parts boredom, hunger, regret
Addictions a spectrum
And I’m collecting the set
I’m freaking 
I’m tweaking 
I’m peaking 
I’m leaning
My heartbeat is beating to the rhythm of my demons
And enough is enough
The nights are too rough
I'm too hyped to sleep
Too faded to fuck 
So I walk to the lake
Sunset with the ducks

I love looking at Tits
By that I mean birds 
The reds are the rarest females in the herd 
I can barely bear it 
This festering urge
Captured with a camera worth a thousand words

I'm too slick and slip 
Man I'm manic in my mind
Pressing pause rewind 
So I don't lose time
My heart gets to hammering
It wont slow down
Skipping beats every tenth 
I wander where I went 
Criss cross the waste land continuing my descent
Burrow in my barrow
Bright skies too sunny
Burning in my marrow
I Try to live lovely
Laugh away the pain 
Find the sad shit funny
Hiding underground while buzzards up above me
Money on the bar 
They ask me to choose
Just give me a Sprite
I’ll make my own juice
Promethazine lean 
A seat at the throne  
Two Tylenol C 
To bring it on home
Master key to the codex 
When I'm talking in tongues
Orange bloom blast through the crest of the sun
Lengthen the shadow of a dying dynasty
Chemicals in my mind to see something out of frame
Can't focus it right 
These violent delights have violent ends
As I ponder the pain of the game being hunted
An unfortunate function
Forever the unwanted
Being served at the luncheon
When the new day dawning
I'm up in the morning
As the crow cries warning
of an imminent storm
But the love of my woman
still keeping me warm

I love looking at tits
By that I mean birds 
The reds are the rarest females in the herd 
I can barely bear it 
This festering urge
Captured with a camera worth a thousand words

Birdwatching

Produced by @brobro-cookdatup

No time, All grind
Fast food Small fry 
King size Big slime
Gold chain. Big blind

No time for drama
No time for books
The movie is quicker
Call me big germ like Dr Joe Lister
Sick passed on to your sister
Where it fester and blister
No time for caution
No single use plastic
Redlined her engine a desperate tactic
They say time is relative
Flowing faster with speed
I don’t know the science but I know what I see
The more that I hustle
The more that I bleed
Then the cuts scab over and scar in between
Food and booze
And Rent coming due in a few
I'm barely getting by
Thats paycheck to paycheck
Every month till I die

No time, All grind
Fast food Small fry 
King size Big slime
Gold chain. Big blind

Dani get a dicking while the clock keep ticking
Quick time taken while the bass still shaking in my face
Like a fish pie paste
Salt season to taste
Slid it into place like mis en plac
When the beats don't stop
Put the highs on top then pause for a hot
Minute I'll win it 
I'll take the turn grinning
Spinning I did it
I'm in it committed
Make time to hit it
Baby, I’m with it
Grinding a win
Maybe a dream 
And I’m tripping again
Naked on my lawn
Singing along to my favorite song
My trousers gone
Gin stench strong
Its Doctor Long
The ladies man
Mercedes van
Sprinter class  
Ellipitical ass
Puff puff pass
Wheez, grimace
Pushed it in purple then finish fast

No time, All grind
Fast food Small fry 
King size Big slime
Gold chain. Big blind

No Time

Produced by Ayo Rodniz / @user-303020287

A chemical flame as my human brain thinks
Endorphins and pain that killer instinct 
Feeding flight or fight 
Is it friend or foe
That awkward silence when you just don’t know

Sneakin on them Creepin on them Pull up on a freak freak
Dining on them sweet meats
Hepatitis chi-chis
Little mr meseeks drowning in the deep sea
Drowning in the deep sea
Winded like them three sheets
Scribbling in my loose leaf 
Game of Death Bruce Lee
Sneakin on them Creepin on them Pull up on a freak freak
Dining on them sweet meats
Hepatitis chi-chis
Buried in her ass cheeks
Drowning in the deep sea
Winded like them three sheets

Masked up anonymous
Murder bots autonmyous
I’m boschin like hieronymous
And comin at ya ruthless
That long ghost new shit 
Drinking in the booth
Its a tender situation
My heart rate racing 
An uber to the station
Then jump up on in
All my sycophant friends
Going to gas me up again
Like BP Sunoko
Barbara Linda Yoko
Pattie and the boys
All scream with one voice

Sneakin on them Creepin on them Pull up on a freak freak
Dining on them sweet meats
Hepatitis chi-chis
Little mr meseeks drowning in the deep sea
Drowning in the deep sea
Winded like them three sheets
Scribbling in my loose leaf 
Game of Death Bruce Lee

Ready for that deep sleep
Tie me up a noose neat
Diving in with both feet
Hooker with the false teeth
Horse radish roast beef
Leaking out her mouth piece

Freak Freak

Produced by @brobro-cookdatup

Bonnie with the beat she flipped on her phone
Award her a sword. It’s dangerous alone
Some fuzz on the floor turns house into home
The flat is a trap with a snare on the throne

In the back of the club she gave me release
Next morning flowers after that its the least
An old school gentleman here underneath
I Finish on Friday then back on the street 
I Called her a cab and scoped out the driver
Bid Bonnie bye
Then sat down beside her
Hun, dont mess around
Be careful downtown
Eyes up and head down
It isn't safe with the gunplay
Right off the highway
Where the zombies migrate
From olney to kensington
Junkies stick you for anything

Bonnie with a beat she flipped on her phone
Award her a sword. It’s dangerous alone
Some fuzz on the floor turns house into home
The flat is a trap with a snare on the throne

I sniffed some stims
Can't get hard right now
But bring that ass back and turn it around
I like to look, caress curve and the crook
Bonnie be shaking but I’m the one shook
I need a hot minute 
Slow pulse check my Fitbit 
Catch breath, drink some liquid
Ok I'm with it
Straight like a prism
Heart back in rhythm
Now you ready to bend
I'm good to go again
Do I got yr consent
Because you'll feel better bent
Lets both get debauched
Break in to that scotch
And see where it takes us
Strip down naked
Take fate back to basics
I know you can take it
We ride or die 
Together we better
You yin to my yang
The soy to my lamb
The bird in my hand
Lets do the damn thang

Bonnie with a beat she flipped on her phone
Award her a sword. It’s dangerous alone. 
Some fuzz on the floor turns house into home. 
The flat is a trap with a snare on the throne. 

We Wetter than wet
When she's spitting
Now I’m tripping on the wrong word
An eagle eat a songbird 
High atop the pyramid
Smelling scents of sex
There's Pussy, cum and condom. 
Linger in the long run 
Doctor with the long gun 
To please her when she want some
Party with the powder
Poofed up into pomadores
Crashing like some commodores 
Twisting tortured metaphor 
Jealousy to settle score so
Bonnie kept a go bag stashed up in bucks
Left nothing to chance, nothing to luck
Planned and rehearsed
She hoping for the best
But she's ready for the worst

Bonnie

100 Killers

Beats by Lukas: https://soundcloud.com/elmtrix-elmtrix/175-when-youre-a-killer-with-a-knife-but-your-victim-got-a-glock-19-type-beat
Mix/Master: Dr. Long Ghost

Lyrics

100 killers 2 in each state
active or dormant lying in wait
biding his time and hiding his hate

-----------------

Let IL know there’s a hunter in the hills
Racking up Bodies Chalking up kills
The spree was for free. Done for the thrills
The scene he left gave veterans chills

Dip into the toolbox to pull out some pain
The flesh stripped away to see what remains
pupils dilated and pulse getting thready 
Hammer Held steady. Just do it already. 

It started with stalking the thief in the night
sniffing her laundery in the moonlight
escalating to murder to see how it feels
to squeeze a throat and feel something real

Tie up the men so they can't intervene
force them to watch the horror extreme
Savage the woman naked unclean
then douse the whole house in gasoline

Fixated on steel the edge of the blade
Twisting the leather into a braid
premium cuts when sausage is made
butcher the body to harvest the kill

steaming in winter the meat on the hill
simmer the loins with salt till they gel
Section the shoulder then render the fat
Candles and tallow then back to the trap

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100 killers 2 in each state
active or dormant lying in wait
biding his time and hiding his hate

Butcher of Man Collector of Hands
100 Killers You Cant Understand

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Some people are kind but some diseased
Built for the last world ill suited for this
pleasure in pain a crocodile kiss
forged by feelings that no longer exist

Took a memento to close eyes recall
the curve of her chest it rises and falls
the play of the light on the dust in the room
the shackles ring through the dusk of the tomb

one hundred killers that's two in each state
fifty years old with a ten year break
now back in action like nothing has changed
the cops are looking for a madman deranged

But the killer's a priest beloved by the town
only himself when the sun goes down.
Out at midnight patrolling the streets
Only thru pain gain sexual release


A compulsion to kill then destroy the carcas
The remains of a life covered in darkness
Hardened by pressure spreading despair
Driven by instinct beyond compare

Not just lust that drives this beast
A cunning intellect planning a feast
Measure the odds watching from above
Choosing a victim from among the unloved

cuz No one misses a junkie or hooker
they just assume the life done took her
alone in the world without any friends
meeting a fate she cannot comprehend

no one will notice when she don't come around
no signs of foul play no body to be found
the scene was cleaned with no DNA
Erased. No Trace. just bones in the ground

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100 killers 2 in each state
active or dormant lying in wait
biding his time and hiding his hate

Butcher of Man Collector of Hands
100 Killers You Cant Understand

100 Killers

"Nighttime" by Dr. Long Ghost.

Produced by leeks (https://soundcloud.com/hssfzwxj1kkj)

LYRICS

I remember i was young,
I was 24, rolled out of bed at 10:24,
Pulled on some pants and I'm out the door.
Grabbed some brew from the corner store
Then drink it on my stoop 
with the kids from the block. 
My mind still reeling from the electric shock
that I'd lost a friend once again to heroin

Life’s flame burned bright
And then snuffed outright
Like a comet in the sun
She got vomit in the lung
And she had to leave us

In the intervening years
I've forgotten her features
But remember her heart 
How her mom broke apart
When she had to depart

But that’s how it goes, I suppose 
The longer you live
The more friends you lose
It’s not what I'd choose
But in truth its like

Another day, another chance
To end it all sooner
Another night, another dawn
And now another funeral

Take these curtains 
and cover the mirrors
I can’t stand to be near em
When I glance at the glass
there's a ghost looking back
She judges me in silence.
No words pass between us

After the passage of time
I've forgotten her features
Her flame burns brighter
for want of a lighter.
Like a comet in the sun
She got vomit in the lung
And she had to leave us

Did she try to deceive us?
Who was it in that mirror?
Was it she or was it me?
Is my past that explosive?
Or am I fallen to psychosis?

Nighttime

Rapper, born lover, undercover from the Philly suburbs, still blabber that palaver like no other.

Dr. Long Ghost

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