Putrid

Tim Burtons Celestial Pocket Watch

Uncle Iroh

Tribble

Wobin Rilliams

Down To

God of Jeera

Gnwabiya

Flamin Hot Mosquitos

Just another lyric dump about stuff and things.

Strange Days In A Strange Daze

I put a thousand filters and some distortion on my headset mic and made noises with my face to a beat.

Whole World Split

Added lyrics to an instrumental track "Arry Potter On Acid".
Rectangles in your pocket and an Oceanic Abyss, cuz why not.

Lyrics:
Harry Potter on a head full of acid
Bought it on the corner from a brain dead basshead
mystical biblical satirical bullshit
and an oceanic abyss (cuz why not)
prophecy dichotomy rectangle induced lobotomy 
and around again
(its a loop)

Arry Potter On Acid [Ft. Harry Potter on a Head Full of Acid]

Sleepwalking (But I Hope So)

Poster2 Remix Contest submission. Started with meme lyrics and eventually devolved into a rant about the current state of the world from the perspective of a mad god. *shrug*

Mad God

I wrote the lyrics in a 10 second burst. No clue what it means or is about. After listening I think it's about being bored with vague impersonal interactions in the day to day and hoping for life to happen when it doesn't.

Erase Me

Obey

Dreaming

Real People

Shadowbox (Grudge the Victim)

Ashen

"With great blah blah comes great blah." -Jimbob Mcdingus

Dream Fragments

These lyrics were all over the place.
A mix of all the negative emotion from the recent horror and the good vibes from that one girl and yada yada. In a year looking back I won't know what any of this means.

"Weird girls bae." -True but where'd that come from
"Drinking broken glass." -I'm not nor have I ever idk what it means
"Coughing up blood." -I'm not nor have I ever idk what it means


Guess

A horror rap track based on recent global events and the murders that took place near my home yesterday. Drawing a comparison to the actions of fictional character in Stephen King's IT when people are overtaken and possessed to perform horrific acts or just look the other way. The lyric "Epicenter Relent" is referenced since it was the analytical objective approach used to consider this topic to begin with. Obviously I don't identify with the point of view explored in the song other than the lines which would make sense as an outside viewer or myself, the obvious dramatized quotes from the killers and exploration of their theoretical state of mind is done so to criticize and condemn their actions or satirize the situation to lighten the blow of processing the literal information. 
Might be worth stating that I loathe politics and take no stance in any direction and hold no opinion on anything in relation to the topics involved. To me they're just two angry sports teams where some fans are more extreme and devoted and mentally unhinged than others.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Not sure what, but
Keep my head straight (same)
Wonder what
Twenty-something insane (vain)
Stabbed him several times,
Out his mind.
Everything you say—
"Oh, he had a historay of mental blah yada blah."
Everybody line up and relate.
Well, we have time to waste.
Let's debate.
Solution obvious:
Forgive the worst.
Diagnose. Restrain. Sedate.
Stab. Shot. Assassinate. Wait.
Why tho?
Oh fuckin' no.
We don't know
(a damn thing).
[Verse 2]
Let the poet do it.
Fuckin' knew it.
Romantic semantic.
Take the control away
From the sad kids,
From the bat shit—
Cray.
"So lit. Drip. Fam. Anyway. Off to thera pee."
"I murdered the other guy so now you can marry me."
Fuckin' hilarity.
(but)
Reality scarin' me.
What dumb luck.
Some dumb fuck.
Fucking politics.
Get the fuck away from me.
What you wanna see?
Do the math.
Haven't showered yet—
Take a bloodbath.
He's still bleedin'.
Extremist screamin'.
Woah, slow your roll.
You're a troll.
Wudda you know?
And they cry out,
"Let's fuckin' go, bro!"
[Verse 3]
Color me annoyed with
The clearly don't enjoy shits.
Your hand gun's a fidget spinner.
You taste bitter.
Acid spit.
Toxic shit.
Walk around,
Confident.
Keep my head down.
Feign intelligent.
Every moment,
Every word I said.
Text I sent.
Epicenter relent.
But that's not what I meant.
Check his vitals.
Check his pulse.
"Something primal."
No one knows.
[Verse 4]
Drove the guy to suicide.
Tell me why.
Drove the kid to kill his friend.
Are you fucked up in the head?
You blush
And gush
Because
Fighting over female.
Won't explain
If I ask you to.
You say,
"Oh, I'm just bored."
Tugging at the cord.
Wonder why it broke.
Circulate the joke.
Feel better.
Blow smoke.
Knife fight over
Pep see or coke.
Redder blue dude—
Better choose.
And choose right
Or imma kill you.
[Verse 5]
Big bad,
Broke woke joke.
Nope. The. Fuck. Out.
Fuck. The. Nope. Clown.
No shit.
It's hope liss.
Splain yourself, both of you.
Ask you why.
Stare back blank like
My eyes
Are the dead lights.
Whole lotta nope.
At least we all float
Down here.
Steer clear.
Drinking fear
And some beer.
Fuckin' clowns. Fucking clowns.
Burn it down.
[Verse 6]
Nothing but notions
And indirect babble (baddie).
Wined 'em up.
Watch it unravel (stab you).
Nothing new. Nope.
Broke down joke.
Break the loop.
What's a girl to do?
MMMMMMnnnnnnnnMMMMMMMnnnnNNNnnno I need more daddy.
Keep callin' me baddie.
Felt off before.
More begets more.
Victim and a slave to vanity.
Ego breed insanity.
"Whatever the fuck you say, but why the fuck you mad at me?"
Stabbed to death in a grocery store.
Find the core.
Check the source.
Collective insane kid.
Fuckin' misfit.
I don't get it.
Reason to excuse.
Continue to abuse.
Disregulate emotion.
Raindrops in the ocean.

Float

"What it sounds like when you remember you're not obligated to react or care."
And I like the beat. The end crossfades into another track called "Why Tho" just for the overwhelming bassline. 

The lyrics are irrelevant.

Edit: Pictured a music video for this one where a grotesque amalgamation form of Steamboat Willy wanders into a throne room headed by a cloaked figure with headphones in/concert hall filled with people casually hanging out listening to the music while it frantically and desperately spouts gibberish at immense speed, only to reveal that the words its attempting to say are being typed into a rusty typewriter from a Disney writer growing out of its back. Only to be cut off by a crowd of cloaked figures that are otherwise just nodding along to the beat to say "no, nice try tho, fucked up logic, okay we got it" and ignoring it but bumping into it like a mosh pit, causing the amorphous somewhat mechanical steamboat willie to glitch out and move erratically while it changes faces at the constancy of A Scanner Darkly before being blasted apart when the final bassline knocks it's framework loose and the crowd returns to minding it's business and enjoying themselves.

Muddy concept but I like the intense visual.

The Message Crawling In Your Skull

A mini rant about death, calamity, self centered indifference, and modern sociology. While testing some new effects in FL Studio.

Lyrics:

Mind snapped like a twig.
I guess.
Shouting insults under your breath—
What next?
Broken heart collective.
All about you.
Respect out the window.
Nothing new.
Easy to assume.
Love it 'cause I hate it.
Made it harder on yourself.
What else is there to do?
No chill anymore.
I guess.
Just a blur.
What's all this for?
Smile and a wave.
Quiet and depraved.
I guess.
Zeitgeist calamity.
Cold heart, contentious.
Same shit every day.
Like they can't see the big picture.
Like they're viewing life through a pinhole.
Kaleidoscopic topic selection—
Pick one and we'll rage.
Can't make a choice yourself?
Set that shit to random.
And you won't be to blame when something happens to you.
Nothing new.
I guess.
Satan, take the wheel.
The surface isn't worth it.
I don't know what to do.
Wait for him to ask, so he can tell her to tell them to tell you.
Then they can tell him to twist the words around
So I look fucked up to you.
I guess.

Shattered Mind Collective

terra dact tull
thoughts fractal
rant sad truth
whats it to you
what it do
dude what

comic karma come down
glow up blown out
old new thoughts
thrown out

savage we continue
mad at you
mad at me
see through
plain to see
none of its about me
nar suh siss tick
zeitgeist
panic rant a plan
ensuring all the ducks line up
quack quack mother fucker
sucker punch
what for lunch
you do
whatever you
want to
have to
they said
brain dead
un con shiss
verbal diarhhea
calm down
sit up
shut down
shut up
empty of it
ree spect
only what
lines up
with your narrow
rotting sparrow
good bad omens
but it just keeps going
til its gone

Good Bad Omens

Chimmy While You Chonga

Saying goodbye to modern guilt involvement principles.

Lyrics:

you six seven and i eight nine
She wants to and so do i
but your modern world takes all the time
so goodbye goodbye goodbye


lately you've been tryin to find
but you're too
hung up on optics politics and lies
moral high ground grand standing
til you can barely stand up
manipulate to change the minds
of the easily swayed
tell anything real
to just go away
or shutup and wait
to weaponize words
whatever they say
twist and warp it
another reframe
til you're on top
and they're just a slave
cuz tik tok called you
a hype vomit martyr
always starting up so it would keep feeding you
never stopping to question where the sheep herder was leading you
lately i've been wondering why
the narrative wants you all to die
but first it wants your money
fixation of your mind and all your time
slow it down
bought into it
and threw yourself out a window
now you're just a shell of a shill
sold you the panic
to sell you a pill
anti depress
so you're happy with whatever
never live up to
the impossible standard
waking up broken exhausted and haggered
i dont want that
i'd rather have this
time standing still
perpetual bliss
living life like its a beautiful mess
cuz im not in the mood to play three dee chess

You Six Seven I Ate Nine

Mix is mud but I miss making hypnotic bass music. Hard to explain this one. It's a mood. Irrationally mad about things I'm not really upset about. But there's a few lines in there about the people I'm grateful for that are helping me through this. The chili cheese fries title was the joke working title of the cosmic horror script I wrote a few years ago.

Lyrics:

chili cheese fries
from Cthulhu's
ice box
too cool to talk to you
or are you
too cool to talk to me
how it's gotta be
so they say
but they
are fuckin retarded
and they
don't know what they're playin at
liars calling liars liars
cruel joke
justified
hide in the herd
everything you say
is something strange
misery loves company
or so they say
but anyway
i think i have to leave
you don't seem like human beings
last thing i wanna hear right now
is how
"you just dont get the vibe bro"
meanwhile ranting detached like a socio
fake ratchet dismissive exclusion
fat ego's a front
and it's all an illusion
maybe that's why i cant
find anything to say
something feels off
always
every day
bright when you look at me
but you look like you're dying
when you look away
and it happens every day
tried a thousand times
and all you ever say
is the same thing
fake it til you make it
starts with fake
more beget more
of the same
illusion and delusion
cast back at yourself
at what point
is it okay
to just say
you're uncomfortable
with reality
so you run away
it's performative
pejorative and
i don't have the strength
to play lets pretend today
it's real
and easy
with her
at least now
i can call her up
to reverse
the drain
finally get the phrase
you suck
you started out abusive
condescending
and took advantage
hardwired to look
for the good side
but i can't see yours
and that's a bad sign
and you never look for mine
just write it off and walk away
can't see the bright side
if you never show me any thing
but a mask and some hate
call up ask the fates
where you gonna end up
thinkin talkin actin that way
waking up thinking
maybe it'll be different today
maybe it'll change

Chili Cheese Fries From Cthulhus Ice Box

Lost in Hollywood (Trip Hop Remix)

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