Yo this shit crazy. like you got possessed by money shit is insane. Real issue for people nowadays tho!

inci0 <3

lyrics:

Dancing in the dead of night 
Not alright 
Can’t get away this time
I don’t like it 
I don’t like it
never was a friend of mine

female (prod.jisatsu)

lyrics : 


honey 
I don’t think I can take much more 
funny 
your always halfway out the door
never knew what for 

Your stuck in your own world (x4)


I’ll see 
you leave 
My goodbye 



inci0 <3

stuck in your own world (prod.bloom)

SLUDGETAPES

POWER

lyrics:

fuck NYPD man they can suck my dick
tunnel vision equipped
since i jumped in this bitch
fuck it i got my business straight pause it and let me demonstrate
bitch it's nothing to celebrate fuck them hours you dedicate

put your whole life in it
wrap it up in packages and ship it when they ask for it
bitch i never been wrong once 
and fuck whoever you trust 
keep setting y'all selves up
everybody you love gon' fuck you over eventually
eyes in the back of your head keeping me steady we,
really couldn't do shit 'bout it but keep breathing
check on everybody that's still a part of your team man

i sell my soul and my energy and my memories combined
just to walk back time
do it better get it right
fuck it finish a track and keep it pushing whatever
i get the worst from my people i'm never hoping i see you



darkest room that i been in was me and a hundred people
i can't do nothing about it if y'all decide that i'm evil
tired of feeling see through
feel like you dying?
me too
refuse to spend the rest of my years apologizing so dammit fuck you
i can't be what you want me to be
i'll never spend a hundred years doing something to please
somebody living in my soul blackening heart with disease
and make me feel like i'm nothing because i couldn't believe
that everybody in my corner got intentions that's pure
i seen the track record sour and it's nothing to cure
whatever's left of what my trust was
feelin' i should buck up
if i'm the one that's fucked up
then everybody's fucked son

SOUR [PROD. SKOTSKR]

lyrics:

sue me for all the samples
just wanted someone to listen to me
way to talk without being visible me
and who you see when you look at me not the same
ten toes trippin im victim to every game
admittedly switched up,
when living isn’t enough,
if that wasn’t fucked up,
no pieces for picking up
consider who clean it up ‘for you pull the trigger and tuck
and that fact of that on its own sprout grudges because i’m stuck

im dead wrong
i been it since i jumped on
anxiety eat me up over a phone call
i’m shaking and waking up when the sun isn’t out
can’t remember the last time i tried talking it out
i got old friends,
i used to call my blood
i seen the news about em its twisting inside my gut
might as well be dead how the drugs is eating him up
i don’t wanna see him in person it’s bad enough

i got bottles and cheap distractions bought for comforting me
you not poppin me over instagram you stuck here with me
if you breathing above the dirt and don’t feel lucky to be
then it’s half of me that could feel you but it’s touchy to see
cause its fifty percent of walking on this planet that’s nothing
forty percent on top of that that make you feel something
if part of that make you sick and ninety still didn’t cut it
then it’s ten percent you could love about it made out of money

i’m not the type to talk
unless it’s liquor in me
i’m thanking god for skot
i’m thanking god for beamy
every time that i text him james send it back in a minute
if matt and jack wasn’t with me, ill leave that part omitted
if i ain’t had jay on my team then id be dead already
and kendrick still don’t how much he helped me feel less empty
my dad my biggest fan i love him more than anybody
if i ain’t get you in this verse know that you still my family

OLD FRIENDS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

die tomorrow [feat. biv]

prod.michael harrison 

lyrics :
I’m letting go 
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’ll let it go 
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’m letting go
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’ll let it go 
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’m letting go 

Go my own way 
Time I won’t waste 
Had better days 
This I must face 
okay

I got a muffin the puppet a witch on the broom 
I would laugh it off and sit wit candles lit in the room
but I would 
end up with nothing
never did I really trust him
I press the button 
all this had to be for something 

I’m letting go 
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’ll let it go 
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’m letting go
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’ll let it go 
(Booed us)
(You never knew us)
I’m letting go

built a better me 
ready for the world to see 
what I really mean 
I was always smiling in the midnight
And I won’t let you cause a frown 
won’t let you bring me down 

Go my own way 
Time I won’t waste 
Had better days 
This I must face 
okay

I got a muffin the puppet a witch on the broom 
I would laugh it off and sit wit candles lit in the room
but I would 
end up with nothing
never did I really trust him
I press the button 
all this had to be for something

It was all for nothing 
In the end I knew that it just a load of bluffing 
I could never trust him 
I’ll forever love em 
But the thing is i don’t know why there was no discussion 
I let it go

my own way

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Vocal Performances:
Eliy Orcko @imjusteliy
Zack Taylor @user-562489539
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
Eliy Orcko: 
Bring some booze for ya boy,
Drink from he skull, fuck all of ya'll,
Never choose for ya boy,
Feed from the dirt, my stomach hurt,
There ain't no food for ya boy,
Manning up, I'm big enough,
No childhood to destroy,
This all the pain to enjoy.

Gao the Arsonist:
Allegedly adolescent,
Fuck the little boy talk,
Poised generation like those destroyed when little boy dropped,
Utility bills kill joy,been apprehensive since my voice dropped,
Worried that I'll scuttle from the gutters that employ dropouts,
Deadbeats,
Deadbeat from beating dead horses,
Said the orifice in my life is where the laughter was,
When chilling with my niggas and my bitch will give like half the buzz it used to,
The apathy would prove to me I'm used to it,
"Try and lighten up" is fucking like persuading glue to stick,
Useless tips in ear like tacky cotton swabs that lose the tips,
Adult status out of place like boomers move the hips,
I ain't even had a fucking legal glass of booze to drink,
Fools is pissed off and drowning sorrows, too much diuretic,
Ain't old enough to drive but I'm borderline diabetic,
Sweet, 
Don't even know what type to fucking try a medic,
I ain't ready, so somber, swear the violins ain't diegetic,
My genetics dictate that I'm average height with stocky build,
But of course I feel smaller when I hear that most are popping pills,
Anti-depressant in the workplace,
Cant find the pleasure that I traded in to earn pay, nigga.

Cannot wait 'til I caluclate price tag math by hand,
And try rations,
Get over bruises like an ice pack,
Hurry to the doctor like a knife stabbed me,
Leisure bites back now,
Hide snacks,
In the dining cabinet,
Spike sugar balance,
Buy, check the balance,
Dry,
Drinking gallons of iced liquor,
Drown crying quicker, 
Down five pitchers,
Down five stories headfirst,
Wager with aging folk and joke who be dead first,
Grease from an analogue clock in the fountain of youth is only thing to quench thirst,
Yeah shit,
Never felt fitting with myself as the elder,
Years drag me forward, finger nails scraping floor kick and scream like a temper tantrum,
What I still wanna throw when the pent up anger,
Indicates on the gauge, pressure sensors amber,
Left out going the right way, 
Life is Ambidextrous,
I'll be reckless 'til my life up rooted by children like a dandelion,
Snatch a second life from the womb,
Yeah I'll try to siphon the youth from the newborns,
Back when mother ironed the uniform,
I'd cry and be soothed,
No pride I could lose,
Only challenge i had was how fast i was tying my shoes,
Heart is where icicles grew,
Wait for the bitch with the scythe as a tool,

(Grown up, butterflies in my stomach, now the hole is sewn up,
Everybody say that I should focus)


Zack Taylor:
Why'd you have to go?
Time is in the past,
I've been on the road,
Ain't no turning back,
Looking at myself, staring at the sun,
Stranger looking back,
Can't remember that,
Take a picture and paint it black,
Why'd you have to go?
Time is in the past,
I've been on the road,
Ain't no turning back,
Looking at myself, staring at the sun,
Stranger looking back,
Can't remember that,
Can't remember that,

*You're a man now*

Boy (ft. Eliy Orcko, Zack Taylor)

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Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Production Credits: 
Soft Eyez @fkn_beats
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
Mama called,
said she want me in an office job,
Impoverished up bringing, bringing up why I need pockets swollen,
Many dressed in rags and drenched in alcohol like Molotov,
Gripped the phone, put it down, like the doctors shot the dog,
Gave it a shot,
Praying for guap,
Felt as trapped as the lamb that Abel slaughtered quick and offered god,
So I started thinking Avant-garde,
Whats the sense getting checks if when you check you lost your cause,

Niggas really have to dig for incentive.
Single biggest one is measured in cents, 
If the piggy bank is broke we expect you been pensive,
In the search for value you obsessed with expense,
Plenty niggas fall for dollar, penny, nickel, dime,
Nicotine, or molly, all addicted, we just pick a side,
Pick a fight with definition of success and fulfilling life,
While my thoughts are volatile I settled in the nick of time,
Decide to flip my priorities had the coins tossed,
Fuck the designer, I'm fine with loin cloth,
If wealth is the endgame, I ain't buying it like boycott,
Conviction never bend, 
Don't emulate servant boys posture,
Unfamiliar fingers in your pockets like the roaches in the drain pipe,
Wrapped up in plastic like the roses on a date night,
It's absolute, absolutely isn't case by case,
If cash stacks a heavy burden you'd choose to break spine.

Bitch I only give  a fuck about the guap,
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops,
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk,
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk,
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it,
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i cant cop,
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought,
Bitch I only give a fuck about the,
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets.

If you were ever broke then I broke it off,
Plan to get more coinage than the token slot,
Koja go as hard as making rolling locomotives stop,
All these cocked guns and my tongue done makes more potent shots,
Fuck a hole in my heart I want a hole in pocket,
From holding too much of my holdings at once,
Would have sold all my art to get gold, silver faucets,
And soak wads of cash, cos I don't give a fuck,
Bed bugs and,
Bare bodies,
Get money,
Red money,
Hands bloody,
Spend money,
Lend a beggar his rent money,
Without flinching,
Without thinking I could pull out pension,
Without a sentence I could, pull attention,
From the room, boy you know I'm tempted,
To drop knowledge, profound,
but they'll listen to the sound more if I drop wallets,
I want to make so much authorities demand an audit,
Bitch,
I wanna be in danger when I'm making deposit, motherfucker.

Bitch I only give  a fuck about the guap,
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops,
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk,
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk,
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it,
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i cant cop,
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought,
Bitch I only give a fuck about the,
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets,

Guap

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Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Lips fucking smack lit a gas stove,
Match, coal, candle, heretic,
Everyday I pray I ain't plateau, huh,
Blood on my boots like killer slinking back home, 
Chiropractor try to snatch my spine, I'm missing back bone,
Mouth a piece or gat, piece of gateau, huh,
For me to breath and see the heated asphalt melt,
Tongue too fucking burnt for me to ask for help,
Who gone be the first to judge and cast stones, huh?
Live in a glass house, 
Tool for suicide, I'm the toaster in the bathroom, 
Holes in my motive so I loathe that I'm foreign to the cash flow, nigga
I'm still Horus in the sand dunes,
Poster in a stan's room, r.i.p, tear up and weep,
Say I'm lame, am I paraplegic?
Ain't fuck with me?
Never heard the birds and the bees,
I make seraphims bleed,
Burn the flesh that I tear with my teeth,
Boy is feral so beware of the beast,
If you here in the area leave, 
I made eve pick pears off the tree,
Add an s, delete the pair of the ps,
Like two peas in a pod,
Go sleep and my songs,
Hear the reasons I got why I'm God,
Well it's revealed that I'm not,
What I'm feeling is complex,
Seasoned or not, I'm just one,
Outta all the salt grains in the high seas,
Niggas won't change till they show that they Pisces
Without gold chains and the hoes y'all don't like me,
Gao hold blade to the throat of who claims to be G.O.A.T,
I'm the one who pours poison in the IV,
Drip cowardice from sores from the ivy,
Swallow pride like liquor with the boys without id,
I'm a problem if I blow like ICBM,

Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Nigga too cold,
That's double on tundra
Ain't got nothing in 'em like Ramadan hunger,
Niggas get popped like bubblegum blunder,
Like the summer sun, everyone is under me,
Fuck that was a bluff, everyone is on to me, huh,
Skill innate like venom in a mamba,
Blood spilled GA run and gun in Honda,
Like kids dumped in the slums, you a goner,
Cuffed and then stuffed in the trunk,
Motherfucker got they body in the bag,
Tommy gun of a mobster,
Shots fired,
G-A-O,
Starts fires,
He feigned cold bars,
Liar,
Seek payphones, call fire department,
Supplier of arson is me,
I might just buy apartment,
To lay dark and receive head,
Like King Herod on a silver platter,
Blood spill and splatter on the floor,
Flow just might kill vagabond, pneumonia shit,
You know me now bitch,
On my own I'm bonafide,
Fuck all that Bonnie Clyde shit,
Parties form against me, pull up uninvited,
Fuck up my shit, best apologize, cos,
Otherwise,
You get third degree,
Like the other guys,
Who heard of me,
Don't utter my,
Moniker,
I'm connoisseur of blasphemy,
Don't refer to me,
Boy certainly,
My verse's heat went from Earth to Venus,
Words hatched from the ash like the birth of phoenix,
So cold you need tissues then ill burn the Kleenex,
I know furnace speak, huh.

I ain't even know if I believe what I say,
Niggas seem to sew and fucking reap in a day,
Feel like I wanna fold every week,
My scaffolding is weak,
'Posed to hold up my need for embrace,
Wanna let go of the feeling and stay in ignorance,
Stoners roll up the weed in the tray,
I was fooled to believe I was great,
(wait)
Pull the pole and the beam if you debate,

Arson

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Email:
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Lyrics:
Start off the autopsy with a Y-incision,
Poltergeist in vision,
It decides it didn't like your prying business,
It declines this entrance to its body while it's rotting,
Brought some flies in with it,
That's a life long sentence to describe one's inability,
To achieve expressing why I'm feeling how I'm,
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling,
Kick it,
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian,
In the end it's futile,
Anti-violence systems,
Identify as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch,
Wicker,
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum,
Villains,
Fall from high vault ceilings,
It defies all physics if,
You expecting confetti at an autopsy,
Messy red on white like I gone off piste,
Skin sings hymns with discord, 
Song's off key,
I'd die with the lie like a false god,
Priest keeps the secret safe,
Cadaver's chest a cavity like teeth decay,
I would rather have a plaque for being saint-like,
Fake my righteousness,
If I could just tighten up,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Body took a beating,
Yeah he had a taste of masonry,
Washed him off while bleeding,
Placed his face inside a basin,
Buried the bastard breathing,
Adam had the apple,
Ate the berries,
Sacrilegious images,
No wonder why the wraith was wary,
Wasted every chance I ever got to try and open,
Been blowing smoke,
Folks choking,
Full of shit like belly bloated,
Bust,
I vomit,
Serve some tonic,
Sheer thought on it has me throwing up,
I'm "pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics" sort of fucked,
In the head,
Hence,
Discussing my head-space is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing,
I'm cold like frozen venison,
Deer in headlights,
Fearing plebites,
Rally dissidents,
It's cello-taped to threatening,
Need medicine in cabinet,
I revel in shit devilish with arrogance,
I cut and run like I just grab a blade to stab and dip,
You're mistaken if you've taken me for placid,
Rude awakening like hammock ripped,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Post Mortem

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

Guap

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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