PHOTO IN THE DARKROOM YOU EXPOSE ME TO THE LIGHT

POISONED BY 9 INCH STEEL THROUGH APPENDIX

Ight gotta say this shit is fire on cid and shrooms

Freddie Sunshine’s “Cross the Sun” delivers a care-free medley of genre blends from Alt R&B to Punk while effortlessly weaving his inner thoughts on angsty summer flings and their undoubtable end. It supports solid engineering mixed with DIY culture.

Cross th Sun

→ Stream on Spotify ←

Cross the Sun

DISORDER

NIGHTSTAND

PUBLIC ENEMY

Lyrics

Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
 
Verse 1
Barrel smoking. my apparel soaked down to the stitching//
Autographed the automatic, holes found in the victim//
Find identifiers but no profile in the system//
Ghost towns and evictions//
Wrote down past for fiction//
Wait//
I don't exist: bones opaque, cellophane skin//
I stole your face now your skull is caved in//
Close cold case when the reprobate wins//
A self portrait is a delicate thing//
Shards of the mirror now cellotaped//
Figure I should celebrate sin//
They had the wine cellar drained//
Now it's just the cell I wait in//
Huh//
Gun with scratched off serial number//
From a land the imperialists plundered//
Blood on hands don't appear in the books//
Hung from branches in period one//
But it’s still too far from the roots//
Fingerprints an enigma//
Lynched for my pigment but barred from the group//
Bodies charred with the proof//
Distance faded the name that I carved in my shoes//
Huh//
 
Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
 
Verse 2
Photo in the darkroom: you exposed me to the light//
You were in the system, junkies OD in the night//
Severed from my element, I sow seeds in the ice//
Now I got crows feet at my eyes//
Smile why the crows feed on my eyes//
Huh//
I might just drown in the genepool//
Time has diluted the blood that is found in my people//
Cypher print on the blouse that it seeped through//
Nigh extinction devout to my breed//
Pride and pigment, empowered by neither//
I’m on my knees//
Burnt down the house of the feeble//
Dirt in the mouth that I breathe through//
Huh//
 
Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
x2

FORENSICS (prod. Infatuation x Gao)

BOONDOCKED!!
RELEASING ON ALL PLATFORMS 3/31

Pre-Save Link - https://ffm.to/6ooknxk

Art by Bryson Mcbee 
INSTA- https://www.instagram.com/brysonmcbee/

Link to NotNevi on Spotify - 
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4Ftwh9jbc8vaM02VvaP5o6?si=btIgjdnpTeCfBOyELAyJaA

Link to Gao the Arsonist on Spotify -https://open.spotify.com/artist/4ZonAe7RftZZ4ef3KGWsum?si=hZGFeTQLTHmAHCm58HbFZw

BOONDOCK - NotNevi and Gao the Arsonist

STAY SLUDGED.

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

STAY SLUDGED.

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 1
Drinking in Pixel light//
You don't want the sun to touch me//
Oxidize and iron turns to rust in my bloodstream//
Overheated CPU mirages//
Nigga I'm seeping through the pauses in your laughter//
Fill up the gaps//
No choice but love me//
Figurine molded into figurehead//
They replaced the nicotine with*** in their cigarettes//
Independents spill acrylic on the internet//
Watching where the sinners step//
*This is the Arsonist*

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 2
Got my neck caught in a wire trap//
Algorithms out your rhythms better than the a wiretap//
Audience puppeteering, tear up when the wires snap//
I'm circuit boards and wires//
Spreading fire when I break//
My skin is reflecting niggas desires back in they face//
I been infecting wounds and infesting lifetimes prior to prepping your grave//
Data collection no I'm collecting souls//
I compile them to better lure prey//
I'm acquiring your tastes//
Online liars are lying in wait//


Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Outro (Overpade and Gao)

It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
Not one to judge yeah//
I still get judged yeah//
It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//

BEAUTIFUL (ft. Overpade)

Lyrics:

I been using up this shit for 
fucking ketamin and bitches, bruh
I just wanna feel good , I just wanna feel great 
They shoulda never gave me money,
All I wanna do is take 
It don’t make no damn sense 
Why I just feel this self hate 
Maybe I’m just stressed bruh 
Her monthly keep on showing up late 
I wanna be an ally 
But if you keep that shit I’m dead 

I’m dead 
Like, maybe you should drop dead fred 
I’m dead 
Like, maybe you should drop dead fred 

Gimme a chance, I’ll  make it up to you
Sorry in advance, you’ll find the truth is scewed
I’m just a man, as basic as god ever grew
They not a fan but they listen when I mention YOU

I call her up in the AM and the PM both
I follow up with a date on every weekend tho
She all fed up with the same old shit I always do
im not enough no, I’m not enough for YOU

I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I’m not your motherfucking knight 
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I’m not your motherfucking knight 

I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied

Drop Dead Fred

messiah (prod. frenchkiddo)

Music and Lyrics by anthony.


Lyrics:

[The Devil's Invitation]

Big Kahuna’s got a chip on his shoulder
Big Kahuna’s sick of getting older
His golden days have passed, his face ain’t on the news
A blue eyed loose cannon with nothing left to lose

Gotta find a way to get back to the throne again
Will there be an answer to his prayers, or will he be alone again?

Out from the waves, a flume of smoke and fire
A red eyed prince, demon of desires
Horns on his head and a sharply tailored suit
Jet black slicked hair and a crimson board to boot

He said I’ll offer you a deal, tell me what you wanna know
I’ll take you any place, anywhere you ever want to go
If you let me take your hand, you’re a punk, you’re a rebel
and you only get the best when you’re surfing with the devil 
 
So Big Kahuna took the deal with pleasure
Showered by riches beyond any measure
King of the Beach, he’s a surfing devotee
Every contest that he wins, he sees his future turning green
“How could it ever get better than this?” He says
One late night, full of sin and debauchary
The demon prince appeared again to the prodigy
He said, “Now that you have wealth, are you proud of what you earned? ”
“You're gonna follow me to hell where I’ll take your soul to burn."

Now Big Kahuna said “Hey man, what’s the big idea?”
This island is my home, you won’t take me anywhere
You offered me this life, I shook your hand ain’t that enough?  
You want to take my soul, well, I don’t give a fuck.

"Dude..."

[The Devil's Reprise]

"Dude, the debt must be repaid,"
For all your insolence
For all your arrogance
You must fulfill the pact that we hath made
"You, your soul is mine to take"
There won’t be any word of argument
You have become my property to claim

[The Devil's Goodbye]

Come back with me into my crimson realm
Beneath the granite and bevel
Make yourself at home in the fires of hell
and walk among the disheveled
If you think these terms are unfair and biased
Then you’d better get down on the level
You’ve been deceived, but baby, that’s me
That's what you get when you're...

SURFING WITH THE DEVIL

SURFING WITH THE DEVIL

Murder weapon carved initials in the tree bark
Should of seen you been concealing pistols in your knee socks
Locked our fingers round the locket that we keep locked
Broke the ice but now it's thawed under the 

Heat of the moment's past now it's tepid in the water
Cast out the hexes from the cauldron
Gagged on the dregs left at the bottom,
Still taste the remnants of the solvent

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Tell me I'm more than just the damaged parts


Complete each others sentences then serve our own,
Lit cigarettes in pockets, course it burned a hole
Snow angels in the ashes, now we turn to stone
This person's old
Should be curtains closed

Steal your teeth when you're sleeping with the needles in the haystack
Red flags were a thief fucking creeping in the glade,
Back broke ,cant hold you
Crimson seeping from your face
Tuck your blade

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

*dead leaves*

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

STAY SLUDGED

business inquiries: ferri@goodproblems.co

FORENSICS (prod. Infatuation x Gao)

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

Recent comments

psyslump

sexy.tall.mafia.beast.$$$

NeosEspase

sabieee ΘΔ

Related tracks