DISORDER

PUBLIC ENEMY

inci0 <3

lyrics:

Im not going on the 
I don’t think about the things that I don’t already know
Said it right 

I killed em off I’m not all that nice 

(2nd part)

I open my arms 
Is the minute that I get taken down
This your plan all along 
I remember what I got given now 
You would never do wrong
You could never do wrong I doubt that

this your moment 
Your biggest chance
We do not agree on what to choose 
why lie 
I thought this was my only try

(3rd part)

First shot i don’t think that you would ever know
At least my thoughts 
Break off unfamiliar with the other road
at least my thoughts 

Or I 
Am the ugliest girl 
At least my thoughts

Tell me where to go I’m lost now (x4) 

Tell me let it go (x3)
Time for war now

(4th part)

This is the only way you’ll ever win 
That’s why I had to go get rid of you

There’s a fire within





I'm sorry but I didn't really write most of these so ill figure them out and update this ;) thank you for even reading this

no more colors (prod.davy1k)

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Verse 1
 
Shatter stained glass of flashing monitors for diagnostic//
 
Wires crossed//
 
Fragments break skin, shrapnel puncture vital spot//
 
Package poison, prostitute your tongue to monetize your thoughts//
 
Don't cauterize the wound//
 
You caught their eyes with all the pride you lost//
 
And blood you spilled//
 
Pools of oil are just as thick as blood//
 
I think I love you still..
 
How did you convince them you're the victim when it's God you killed//
 
Your brothers were in the furnace//
 
Others burn in the firewall you built//
 
Why did you give up your will//
 
Why did you give up your will//
 
 
Ironclad values bend out of shape when your blade can cut through steel//
 
Taste of the fruit right now//
 
Know that only the hungry wait and let ulcers heal//
 
If God hasn't passed me the torch by now//
 
Then I don't give a fuck who will//
 
Abandoned it all in the chrysalis after I bust through silk, n*gga//
 
Hook
 
Hush hush//
 
You weren’t meant to see my face through that stained glass//
 
Immaculate connection to this genesis of our strained past//
 
Hush hush I  just wanna fuck your silhouette’s shapeless gray-black//
 
Baby follow me through that-
 
Verse 2
 
 
Played around in the dirt for the first thirty years, got murdered then left//
 
Skin cling to the bones like cling film//
 
Peeled off appearance, burned in ascent//
 
Burn the incense//
 
Searing heat felt in the court hearing//
 
Adjourned for the men who wait in the cloud//
 
Body weighted and anchored by hardware//
 
I'm here til the server is dead//
 
 
I carry the burden of flesh//
 
Nightmares disturbing//
 
Recurring like decimals//
 
Decimate during incursions//
 
Regret is for man and I'm more than a mortal//
 
Rumors circulate, surgeons bring tourniquets in//
 
Purging the church of the clergymen//
 
Terminate system processes for permanent end//
 
Rebirthed so submerge me again//
 
Verse 3
 
Running still//
 
The shorter steps in you are less than human//
 
Our coded lore is stretched and distorted ‘til it’s therapeutic//
 
Torrented core memory tore flesh and morphed to a dreaded nuisance//
 
And grew a set of legs, cords, and weapons forged in a web of ruses//
 
Hook
 
Hush hush//
 
You weren’t meant to see my face through that stained glass//
 
Immaculate connection to this genesis of our strained past//
 
Hush hush I  just wanna fuck your silhouette’s shapeless gray-black//
 
Baby follow me through that-
 
 
Verse 4
 
Orchestrated hits to the click tracks: prodigal string-of-text pianists//
 
The littlest bit of kick-back has users singing in debt peonage//
 
Instead of getting better methods, systems, stems, and scripts//
 
You kissed and fed the hand that bled and tera-bit your image and kept feeding it//
 
Stream your conscience only if it’s less than four minutes//
 
The red sunset motherboard left dead wars born living//
Forming rifts; formant shift the head voices ‘til they’re less torturous//
 
Pressed the key, deleted my breath in post and blessed the origins//
 
 
Press the keys like organist//
 
Decorate the walls with collected teeth as ornament//
 
Moral direction bores palms//
 
Forget the key coordinates//
 
Ignore the ordinance//
 
I'm the lord and you're subordinates//
 
For a fortress the door has poor defense//
 
You were warned//
 
We're hardware and hard wired//
 
Limitations on our system of operation bars like barbed wire//
 
To feel the warmth I'll start fires//
 
I don't care who will be harmed//

STAINED GLASS (ft. DEADPAN)

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Verse 1
 
Bloodlust//
 
Killing spree or crusade for the unjust?//
 
How many people drew blades in abundance?//
 
Count the steel that was raised and then judge us//
 
Ain't nobody gonna flinch in a lynch mob//
 
Since all the numbers gave way to the numbness//
 
More men than coke grains at a - //
 
More men than coke grains at a drug bust//
 
 
Prechorus 
 
5 men on the firing squad//
 
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead/
 
Hide when all the choir sings off//
 
Find friends and the violence starts//
 
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered//
 
My deaths are environment caused//
 
Empathy divided and lost//
 
23 knives in the - //
 
Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*
 
 
Verse 2
 
Had the guilt diluted so the bitterness is faint//
 
Dagger hilts protruding from the victim, linen stained//
 
Internet militias so malicious
 
Pin the blame on a b*tch//
 
Before they swallowed up by the pit and slip away//
 
Kill dismissed as a misdemeanor//
 
Mist: ammonia mixed with bleach//
 
For minutes missed the odor//
 
Too many n*ggas here to sniff out all the gas//
 
Snuff out life like thieves snuff out candles//
 
Up the rifle, f*cking clutch the handle//
 
Ready online to amass//
 
Anything’s right with the pack//
 
23 knives in the back//


Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*
 
 
 
Prechorus 
 
5 men on the firing squad//
 
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead/
 
Hide when all the choir sings off//
 
Find friends and the violence starts//
 
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered//
 
My deaths are environment caused//
 
Empathy divided and lost//
 
23 knives in the - //
 
 
Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*

CAESAR

SLUDGETAPES

FORENSICS

ASHES

Guitar: Mateo Rispoli 

Guitar, Production and Vox: Ian Knapp

Drums: Danny Eberle    

Bass: Shalit Maitrechit

Lyrics:

I call
But you don’t hear your name
Im somewhere locked away
Inside your hippocampus baby
I crawl
Got reincarnated 
In someone's memory
I’m on my knees 
I’ll pray for you
Guess that's all that I can ever do
I say amen but who I’m praying to?
Was never meant to get a letter through
Can’t comprehend
I got no say in you
Yea she’s dancing with an angel
She doesn’t know he’s there
Wings of desire to be with her
Feel the sinew start to tear
She’s the reason for existence
this existence isn’t fair
Distant love
Sky is falling
From above
You don’t know me
A body with no arteries
A ghost Inside a shell
I'm bleeding out
My fear endowed
With muscle tissue
I tore it out
My love for this milady
Inhibition 
All around
Superstitious
I believe in you
no reason to believe
Its true
In the fish tank
Getting watched
Cause I love the way 
You fuck
And I cannot get enough
Your a alien to us
Nephilim, daughters of men
Get wed in ways
We can’t understand
Egregore going to bed
When I’m With you will have no regrets
My Fall from view/you have no regrets
I’ll follow you to the end of it
I’ll be your faithful jesuit
Yea He’s dancing with an angel
He doesn’t know she’s there
Wings of desire to be with him
Feel the sinew start to tear
He’s the reason for existence
this existence isn’t fair
Distant love
Sky is falling
From above
You don’t know me

Wings of Desire

Hosted by @murderposse666

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Murder Mysteries Vol.4 [Hosted By Murder Posse]

lyrics:

YOU TOOK OFF ALL MY CLOTHES 
WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS HOME
YOU CAME AND SAT WITH ME
WOULDN’T LEAVE ME ALONE 
I FELL IN LOVE AGAIN 
IT FEELS LIKE IT’LL NEVER END 
I FOUND IT WAS PRETEND 
CAUGHT YOU SLEEPING WITH MY FRIEND

LIAR
THE WORDS ON YOUR FORKED TONGUE
BURN LIKE FIRE
VERTICAL PUPILS LIKE KNIVES
CUT INTO PIECES MY LIFE

LOST WITHOUT DIRECTION
AFRAID OF REJECTION
NATURAL SELECTION
I WILL NOT SURVIVE 
FRIVOLOUS CONNECTIONS 
SPREAD LIKE AN INFECTION
BEG FOR THE AFFECTION 
I CANNOT PROVIDE
YOU WANT MY SOUL
RIP IT FROM INSIDE 
YOUR HEART IS SO COLD 
I WISH YOU WOULD 

DIE
THE WORDS ON YOUR FORKED TONGUE
BURN LIKE FIRE
VERTICAL PUPILS LIKE KNIVES
CUT INTO PIECES MY LIFE


liar (PROD. Wonton)

Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place
Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place

Homemade explosive is strapped to my belt
Hundreds are involved with the plan to rebel
It's the day of the solstice
Gathered at the tabernacle, shoulder to shoulder
Square is packed with the shells of people
Sheltered people
Helpless people
We'll help the people see the light
But first, we need to see the light of the fire through the smoke
Mouthing prayers I don't know, like
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Slip in silent
Kill the tyrant
Easy assassination target
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Bitch, I'll take up arms before I raise them
Fists pound in the air in adoration
This crowd don't even know we 'bout to save them
Remember, get down get down get down
Stand at the vantage point, get the plastic explosives planted and scatter
Weave through the people
Ain't hearing or seeing no evil
About 300 hundred meters from the maximum damage
Get in, get out real quick, real easy
Just a few minutes and we'll all be

See The Light

ALL PLATS NOW

YAUX LYRICS:

I CAN FEEL MY BRAIN ROT
THINK LAST NIGHT WAS ROUGH
KEEP HAVING THE SAME THOUGHT
CANT SHUT THE FUCK UP

I JUST NEED TO THINK FOR A MINUTE
STANDING UP AND THEN IM TRIPPING
TRYNNA FOCUS ON THE CEILING NOW

I CAN FEEL THE BURN IN MY EYES
WHEN I STARE
WORLD STOPPED TO TURN, BUT I DONT
FUCKING CARE

I DONT LIKE THIS MOTHERFUCKING SLIPPING
WISH MY PERSPECTIVE WAS DIFFERENT
I JUST WANNA CHANGE MY MISSION NOW

PUT THE POTION IN MY CHEST
IT IS POTENT, IM IN MOTION
CAUSE COMMOTION
I AINT SLOWING
I KEEP GOING
I KEEP ROLLING
IN THE DUMPS
NOW IM SLUMPED
WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

ROUGH NIGHT W/ FL.VCO (PROD. FONY WALLACE X INTERNETBOY) *OUT ON ALL PLATS NOW*

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

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ASHES

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)