I Beat My Dick In The Shower

Professional White YN

OUTTA HERE

I AM CHARLES

VSNGNG

prod. ghxstly!

It's the return of Mr. immersive
Fancy that like cursive, it's VSNRY like churches Burning rats in furnaces and black lungs in hearses, And I peel my skin of on purpose writing all of these verses
Woke up in the grave, guessed I choked up with the blade
Ate my own face just to see how it tastes Y'all call me crazy, well thanks, I split face Shove a crayon in my ear just to hear a sick way I wrote this on a tissue, I guess it's sickly Used to sniff school glue to rule the cocaine Used to eat frogs so my tongue got love Dissapear in the fog, so fall like a dove Licked a light socket so my thoughts go strobe I would cry to the roaches, "You were right, I didn't know"
So let me climb in a fridge, it's so cold in this home And i'll piss on the bridge in the middle of the snow Villian is here, l'll have them shiver in fear So don't stop until your top illin a top gazzillion ear
Cause no one gonna listen to this shit yet
Couldn't give a fuck, I give a fuck less

Rhoden

prod. MADKIND. 

Woke up in the woods with a rope and a lunchbox
Ants in my mouth and my shirt full of blood spots
Whispers in the trees say "run when the sun drops"
Shovel in my hand like I’m workin’ a grudge job

Bugs in the sink and they teach me their language
Sleep with one eye and a bat full of anguish
House full of cracks, and the floorboards vanished
TV’s talkin' back with a grin and a hand twitch

Carve my name in the fog on the window
Eat cold beans with a fork from a zip code
Shirt ridin’ high — I can feel how my ribs show
But my gut feel big like it’s packed full of sin, though

Walk past mirrors like “nah, I ain’t ready”
Shadows on my neck say, “jump when it’s heavy”
Tried to call a friend, but the line sound empty
So I talk to the wall and pretend that it gets me

Tired of the weight, both the scale and the brain fog
Clothes don’t fit, so I live in a raincoat
Smilin’ in pics, but I feel like a scapegoat
Told ‘em I’m fine, then I cried when the gate closed

House full of silence, my voice got a curfew
Feet drag slow through a life that’ll hurt you
Scribble out names in a book full of dirt, too
Think about the rope, but I still got a curfew

Stuck in a loop like a tape in the VCR
Wrote a goodbye, then I burned it in a beat-up jar
Fridge full of noise and a head full of rebar
Face in the dark sayin’, “no one knows who we are”

Eyes in the drain and they wink when I wash up
Laugh through the static, I’m chewin’ on some cough drops
Can’t feel love, just cold and a locked jaw
Smile at the void — yeah, I’m tryin’, but it’s all off

guttural

Adore me/Dystopia

draw a dead god…

magog (sleep talkin’ jargon)…

you breathe…

decay (interlude)…

my ideas come from the earth…

prod. What about me? 

Ate shit for breakfast, washed it down with guilt.
Masturbate to silence, then choked on the filth.
Lips cracked, skin pale, gut bloated, heart stale.
Stared at my reflection
like it owes me an apology in Braille.
I'm fleshweak-
breaking under every bite, every urge, every night.
Can't kill the itch, can't calm the scream, just feeding this body that wants to bleed.
No strength, no spine, just weight and regret-I rot in routines I can't forget.
Body's a glitch in a godless code, a meat suit sagging in overload
I live like I'm punishing bones for breathing, call it coping, but I know I'm seething.
Porn-fed, gut-dead,
scrolling through my deathbed.
Can’t run from myself 
I just sink in the threads

FLESHWEAK

MOTHERBOARD FUNERAL 
Credits: 
Beat - prod. WHEREARETOMY BEATS 
Lyrics:
Addicted to light in a blacked out room,
glow in my face like a digital tomb.
Love's just code in a stranger’s text,
touchscreen coffin, forget what’s next.
Flashed skin, cheap sin, rinse, repeat
I worship the feed, forget how to eat.
Masturbate the loneliness,
Swipe to fake connect,
But my soul’s offline and the signals wrecked.
This is my motherboard funeral,
I died in a click and a loop.
Buried beneath my history,
No pulse just the algorithmic truth.
No god, no girl, just ghost tabs open
I rot in the silence between tokens.
Shit! 
Fluids dry on an unwashed hand,
Thought I was king with a kingdom of sand.
Algorithms sell me intimacy,
but I never learned how to breathe it in me.
I don’t talk, I refresh.
I don’t feel, I digest.
I don’t cry, I scroll.
Just a heartbeat trapped in a browser hole.
Hahahahaha

MOTHERBOARD_FUNERAL

SYMPATHY LEAK:
Credits:
Beat - prod. WHEREARETOMY BEATS 
Lyrics: 
Drop a DM like change in a well
Hope for an echo that felt like love 
Said I’m fine with blood on the breath 
Begged for soft I’d never get 
Flirt with band aids kiss patient 
Validate like I was scared 
They smiled I drowned 
They left I clown 
Chase hug but get silent sound 
Leak sympathy every wound 
Bleeding need in every room 
Never wanted pitied maybe 
Text ghost like oh lord please save me! 
Leak sympathy every wound 
Bleeding need in every room 
Never wanted pitied maybe 
Text ghost like oh lord please save me! 
Everything a cry in code 
Every night a pray I owed 
Mirror what you think they like 
Never knew how to be right 
Told too much now hate myself 
Gave my guts to just get shelved 
Love no real just show and play 
Rework this a thousand ways

SYMPATHY_LEAK

DEATH THIRST:
Credits: 
Beat - On GP by Death Grips 
Lyrics: 
I wake up screaming in lowercase,
numb tongue, dry throat, hell face.
Thoughts drip poison in my spine,
every breath tastes like deadline.
I googled how to disappear,
but the ads just told me to meditate.
I held my death like a cigarette,
inhaling dreams I’d grown to hate.
The rope looked soft.
The gun looked loud.
But I’m still here
bleeding under a plastic crown.

DEATH_THIRST

CHRONOS INTERLUDE: 
Credits: 
Me 
Lyrics: 
Chronos never screamed.
It just kept chewing.
Bit by bit.
Hour by hour.
It took my childhood.
It took my voice.
It took my hands.
I thought time would heal me.
But it just made the wound smarter.
Now it hides behind my calendar.
Now it laughs in me
I don’t know how old I am anymore.
Just how long I’ve been missing for.

CHRONOS_INTERLUDE

FLESHWEAK: 
Credits: 
Beat- prod. What about me? 
Lyrics:
Ate shit for breakfast 
Wash it down with guilt
Masturbate to silence 
Then choke on the filth 
Lips cracked, skin pale
Gut bloated, heart stale
Stared at my reflection 
Like it owes me an apology in Braille 
I’m fleshweak 
Breakin g under every bite 
Every urge 
Every night 
Cant kill the itch, cant calm the scream 
Just feeding this body that wants to bleed 
No strength 
No spine 
Just weight and regret 
I rot in routines I can’t forget 
Body’s a glitch in a godless code 
A meat suit sagging in overload 
I live like I’m punishing bones for breathing 
Call it coping, but I know I’m seething 
Porn fed
Gut dead 
Scrolling through my deathbed 
Can’t run from myself
I just sink in the threads!

HOURGLASS SKIN 
Credits: 
Intro - Thug Tears by JPEGMAFIA
Beat - prod. saitam 
Lyrics: 
My fingerprints
Beneath the tip, the doomscroll
Dopamine, morph to morphamine
Hours eat me whole
Numb tounge click soul
Chase touch like drugged ghoul
Love me you stranger phone
Get echo back the most
I got hourglass skin
Bled out in reverse
Sand in my veins
New second, felt worse 
Clock hands choke me 
Grind my teeth to rust
If time is a god
Then I'm breathing it's dust
Birth wires not hands
Talk users not friends
Lost youth in a loop
Reboot wont send
Mirror pixel no man
Just static inside
No plan, just spam
Scream voice denied

HOURGLASS_SKIN

SOCIAL CEMETARY:
Credits:
Beat - Self Made
Lyrics: 
Yeah my room be full of faces that I can never decode
Every smile in this bitch done make me feel like I’m am joke 
The fuck did you spoke?
Laugh late and speak wrong 
Like a dying song
Kill the vibe, fuck around and kill the high
They nod I nod back 
Pretend to connect 
I’m a ghost in check 
Dead in the group chat 
Regret, regret 
Social cemetery, I don’t speak the rules
I don’t deserve to be here with all these motherfucking fools
I glitch the word 
No one feel the sting 
What the fuck you bring?
I’m the rotten corpse at the table who no one notice thing 
Tried to fit back in 
Carve my face a shape 
Mask always slips when you hesitate 
Mimic mirror mold and bend 
Never had a vision friend 
Talk the dreams and static in 
Love it when I’m panickin 
I’m fine, so please move on 
Drowned but the voice is gone

SOCIAL_CEMETARY

STUCK IN THE 3RD DIMENSION
Credits:
Intro - Self Made
Beat: prod. Michael Mars 
Lyrics: 
Am I watching me again?
Who the fuck is steering this?
I’m just a ghost in my own script 
I exist like a rerun 
But the soul don’t sync
Got a voice in my throat 
Underwater ink 
Scroll death tap shame 
Eyes glued soul no claim 
Body here mind lag like a background frame
Stuck in 3rd person 
Watch me implode 
Face on your screen 
It don’t match a code 
Hand like stranger 
My life feel strange, I don’t live it 
I lock in cage 
Fell asleep in my own body with the volume down
Mirror shows a mannequin but it got no sound 
Try to plug back in but the wires feel gray 
Try to feel alive but I pixelate every day 
Fell asleep in my own body with the volume down
Mirror shows a mannequin but it got no sound 
Try to plug back in but the wires feel gray 
Try to feel alive but I pixelate every day

STUCK_IN_THE_3RD_DIMENSION

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