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1st Contribution to The Basement Tapes

Don't tempt me Don't tempt me
Don't tempt me Don't tempt me

You Lie every single day
The Truth will set you free 
I'm a locked up bird
why won't you see what you've done to me

You Drove Me off the edge now
I'm going full speed now
You Drove Me off the edge now
I'm not gonna make it out
You Drove Me off the edge now
You Drove Me off the edge now
You Drove Me off the edge now

Artwork by Foolz (me)

Don't Talk to Me

wishy washer

gretainer

here we go now

Greetings

completely refreshed

Self Adhesive (IDM mix) [demo]

strung outtt

feat. slamah! and codexx95

me
fuckin up the feed with your content, but nothing you can ever makes worth shit. my plays coming from the heart, yours from the dick. your fans never wanted art they just want the link so dont be acting like you do a single fucking thing, your rot toks are just a drop inside the shitty drink. scrape your pride to the bone for a couple clicks. reading all your comments and all you see is "is it-"

codexx95
tear the pack apart like a pack of wolves. ive been in the catacombs. heavy blowin shrapnel. skeletons stacked tall. why you trippin wheres your motherfuckin backbone recycling your lyrics shouldve thrown em in the trash hoe. i dont get spaghettified when im in a black hole i get up brush myself off and go back home. bitch im living by the section 8 in a castle. throw his ass out or ill throw it back past ya

slamah!
i feel like timberland, pistol whip then jump. I can smell the fuzz, skedaddle and run. I can see the fuzz, curdle blood. imaginary love, i tell them what i want, supersonic cyberslut in a car repping tank got a 40 in my glove with the kush stank, lots spray. spritz up to cover up the trail I just got replaced. i am trapped in gmail

2023fentceltypebeat

первым подойти к тебе

bad habits always return

amnestic treatment

Used To You

I Slowly Open Ohio - NOKILAM

finish lign

an old Rudyard Kipling poem i put music to


lyrics:

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .

When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are - you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .

When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .

If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!

The Young British Solider

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