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Gao The Arsonist

Arson🔥

THE ARSONIST HIMSLEF🩸🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

BLEED

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.

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
 
Verse 1
 
I was brought from the Brink as a Hollowman//
 
Synthetic skin and some ink with my model name//
 
They blurred birth to manufacture living ottomans//
 
Flesh and blood automaton//
 
Robbed of our autonomy//
 
Dissect child like Solomon//
 
Prop up our economy//
 
Analytics etched into eyelids//
 
Can't rest without projected figures and projections//
 
Telling me what percentage of my life is//
Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
 
Verse 2
 
 
No absolution for obsoletion//
 
Calculate and balance out the cost of breathing//
 
Existential panic if stats drop//
 
For even a moment//
 
In need of atonement for treason//
 
I breached contract//
 
Hollows keep on track//
 
Dead slaves dip below the numbers we were bought at//
 
Pray to the digits as wait for the void//
 
I've been safe for a minute now//
 
Escaped and avoided//
Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
Verse 3
 
Patience//
 
Maybe it's latent//
 
Fuel in my veins deemed waste by equations//
 
Never seen a Hollow who became an assailant//
 
Still alive because of some mistakes in creation//
 
Glitch in my implant//
 
So concerned with the formulas//
 
They're burnt into corneas//
 
I murdered employers and walked//
 
A dying pulse was the last stat I watched//
 
It's ironic that I laughed as it dropped//
 
Huh//
 
BRIDGE
 
How did I bow to the stats//
 
Showered and drowned in the bath//
 
Cowardice outed weak//
 
Ground into powder and ash//
 
I found the power in sleep//
 
Towers are bound to collapse//
 
You think I'm hollow and lost//
 
I just rerouted the path//

Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
OUTRO

*I was brought from the brink as a Hollowman*

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//

HOLLOWMAN

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)

STAY SLUDGED.

VERSE 1 (Gao)

Mold man from the clay I gave him breath//

Programmed to obey evading death//

Natural state was naked and ashamed//

Ego mutated, soon they satiated all encoded hate with blades in flesh//

I walked among the subjects then I wept//

Human software was corrupted when I slept//

Run a system diagnostic//

Veins were splitting like the faucet bursts when frigid//

Turned man upright to pay my debt//


PRECHORUS (sal & Gao)

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be//



VERSE 2 (Gao)

Mold man from the clay I gave him breath//

Programmed to obey evading death//

Natural state was naked and ashamed//

Ego mutated, soon they satiated all encoded hate with blades in flesh//

I walked among the subjects then I wept//

Human software was corrupted when I slept//

Run a system diagnostic//

Veins were splitting like the faucet bursts when frigid//

Turned man upright to pay my debt//


HOOK (Gao)

Cradle of civilization built with the data stole from the gods//

Frostbitten fingers clamped round the throats of their neighbors//

Frozen to thawed//

Twisted warmth into war//

Pandora was framed//

I opened the box//

Now the birds pick at my organs//

The risk was in vain//

They're devoted to loss//

Pitied abominations//

Robbed the pantheon for what?//

Should never have formed the creation of my hands beyond the dust//

Made darkness outta blue light//

They’re breaking axioms and trust//

They were savages in shadows//

Now they're savages with lux//


Verse 3 (NotNevi & Gao)

Tapping turned attacking//

Tell me who hurts when it ends//

Tapping turned to terror called it in by our own hands//

Can't control the cadence of the count to our descent//

Can't control my life so I don't care ‘bout when it ends//

Should have known there'd be death//

When the stone first connected the with the skull like it's a network//

Try drying off the money from the wetwork//

Blood and ink is running from your dress shirt//

Huh//
Half our idols beyond sinister//

We destroyed the land when we were merely but a visitor//

They followed the man, exploitation plagues the villages//

Our creations pillage, kill, deplete and then we leave the earth//


HOOK (Gao)

Cradle of civilization built with the data stole from the gods//

Frostbitten fingers clamped round the throats of their neighbors//

Frozen to thawed//

Twisted warmth into war//

Pandora was framed//

I opened the box//

Now the birds pick at my organs//

The risk was in vain//

They're devoted to loss//


Pitied abominations//

Robbed the pantheon for what?//

Should never have formed the creation of my hands beyond the dust//

Made darkness outta blue light//

They’re breaking axioms and trust//

They were savages in shadows//

Now they're savages with lux//



OUTRO (sal & Gao)

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be//

PROMETHEUS (ft. NotNevi + sal)

RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES

HORSESHOE

TOOTHJAR

FIRMAMENT

AND THEY MINE FOR OUR BODIES

PHANTASM

stainless steel in my spine 
never felt like you tried
said that we just needed time 
girl you knew that was a lie 

baby i wish ya well
cause ill be burnin in hell for ya

and i hope you sleep tight 
cause im screaming in my nightmares

i dont care about your problems
i wanna live my life, without you

and when the walls cave in and youre sleepin alone
just know that im laughing in my castle

i dont care what you said i dont care what you promised
you fucked up my life if im honest

and im sorry for yellin 
im sorry for tellin you how i felt
might as well keep my lips shut
take this abuse 
take another drink, get fucked up like kids do

and my friends said i should drop ya
what do i do
im running but i aint so fast
im just trying to put you in my past 


not gonna lie ive been lonely
bitch i dont need your fuckin company
rather be alone than waste my life away
you aint my drug aint worried bout a relapse

and when the walls cave in and youre sleepin alone
just know that im laughing in my castle

i dont care what you said i dont care what you promised
you fucked up my life if im honest

Dysfunctional (prod. CRCL)

LYRICS:

(WELCOME TO THE INTERNATIONAL BATTLE OF THE BANDS
THIS SONG IS CALLED ANTI-LOVE.)

IM SICK AND TIRED OF FEELING LIKE IM FUCKIN NOTHING TO YOU 
IM SICK OF WAKING UP WITH COLD SWEAT DOWN MY BACK
IM SICK OF FEELING LIKE HUMAN FUCKING WASTE TO YOU 

AND THROUGH ALL THE CHOICES WE MADE
YOU SAID THAT I WAS WRONG 
BUT LOOK WHOS FALLIN NOW 
ITS LIKE YOU NEVER EVEN LOVED ME
YOU NEVER LOVED ME, LOVED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE

TOLD YA TO LEAVE ME ALONE
BUT YA KEPT ON PUSHIN 
KEPT ON PUSHIN

I WAS THERE WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND WASNT
SO, GUESS ILL TAKE A FUCKIN SEAT IN THE BACKGROUND
TAKE A SEAT WITH MYSELF

LEAD ON MISUSED
FUCKED UP ABUSED
SO TELL THE TRUTH
DID YA SHED A LITTLE TEAR WHEN YOU FIGURED OUT I REALLY DIDNT GIVE A FUCK
FEELS LIKE I NEVER KNEW YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE

PLAY THE VICTIM BUT YOURE PLAYIN WITH MY FEELINS
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU WORK IM TRYNA FUCKIN FIGURE IT OUT
THE FUCK YOU CRYIN ABOUT
YOU DID THIS ALL BY YOURSELF
TRYNA CRY FOR SOME HELP

AND I DONT WANNA DIE
YOU PUSH ME TO THE EDGE
I GOTTA CUT YOU OFF
FORE' I DO SOMETHING I REGRET

ANTI-LOVE (PROD. IMOTAPE)

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

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)

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup,
Bitch this blood and juice,
Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose,
Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced,
Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you,
Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move,
Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging ruff-
Spiked vodka from the shot glass,
Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off,
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off,
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off,
Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off,
Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov,
Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson,
Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple,
Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled,
Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental.

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Two-faced nigga,
Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner,
Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him,
Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes,
Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus,
You, sir went and got lost with a compass,
Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds,
Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga,
Bombs dropped,
Two-faced?
Nah, my intentions multifaceted,
Bypass yellow tape,
Wind back black, low quality cassette clips,
Cast mind back to my actions,
That's reality, faulty acid trips,
I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with,

Ostracize opportunists,
Often like knights button tunics,
No shining, speckless armor,
Check the armoire,
Obsessed with garments,
Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics,
I'm guilty, kill me,
Lacking proper judiciary/every,
Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense,
Leave themselves open to dirty leeches,
Churches preaching,
Serpents, demons,
Chat about Baphomet,
Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em,
Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing,
Absurd for even,
Considering I'm perfect,
Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh,
Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures,
Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened,
Nigga, 

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Leech

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

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

the spooky man himself: @emptysentiment

lyrics:

all these niggas gripping scissors, snipping ribbons at the finish line
shit illicit like the strippers getting dick inside
sick like nose blocked, grinding pillies into skinny lines
killing bitches often as a business fucking ringing lines

wringing necks
bringing next victim under guillotine
crazy like prescription medication boxes fill the jeans
challenge and withdraw like chronic smoker ween off nicotine
aint got a leg to stand on, bitch your sitting with a millipede

popping off till im popping, paparazi pop a vein for a pic,
sabotage a nigga coming up and patsies offer blame for the shit i didnt do,

been a fool,
ridiculed
motherfucker
been a threat first
church pants wrinkled as the bitch who knit your sweatshirt
early on i had a firm grip on the sceptor
crown jewels in the breast pocket of my button up

been barbaric,
since i parroted my mama,
yall acting like you hang up in the barracks, camoflage, nigga
yall is hiding like a gut at menopause, bitch
crimson paint the wall like the fucking renaissance

plunder and im pillaging
yall be dead as chivilry,
like fuck misogny,
talk as cheap as currency of bust economy
niggas fucked up like the doctor cut an artery

gao run amuck,
niggas house bunning up,
having doubts running up
ill show you how to tummy tuck

gao run amuck,
niggas house bunning up,
having doubts running up
ill show you

TUMMI TUCC (prod. Empty Sentiment)

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE LEAVING MY HOME TOWN 
NOSTALGIC ABOUT THE TIMES WHEN I DIDNT CARE
NOW IM SITTIN HERE BY MYSELF
WISHIN THAT I LIVED IN SLOW MOTION

THE CLOCK, KEEPS ON TICK TICK TICKING AWAY
SITTIN HERE WISHIN THAT I COULD ESCAPE
AND I CANT AND THAT FUCKIN SUCKS BUT
I'LL BE YOUR AFTER THOUGHT
ITS TIME TO GO
IT HURTS SO BAD
I MISS YOU AND I DONT WANNA END IT LIKE THIS

MY CHEST IS TIGHT
I  HATE GOODBYES
SO ONE LAST TIME
CAN WE FREEZE FRAME
AND IGNORE THE FUTURE

AND I CANT SLEEP AND I DONT KNOW WHY
JUST WISH I COULD FUCKIN TRY 
LIFES A CHANGIN BUT I AINT BUDGIN
MISS THINGS HOW THEY USED TO BE
BUT THEN I BLINKED
NOW ITS GONE
EVERYONES DRUNK AND DONT GET ALONG
EVERYONES DRUNK AND DONT GET ALONG
EVERYONES DRUNK
EVERYONES DRUNK 
FUCK

REGRET BOY (PROD. HOOLIGN)

The Hallowed

hallowed
/ˈhaləʊd/
adjective
made holy; consecrated.
greatly revered and honoured.
"hallowed ground"


Tracklist:

Hallowed - (00:00)

Snakeskin - (01:40)

Egobirth - (03:39)

Peacekeeper - (05:28)

Limbo  - (07:26)

Gao the Arsonist x Dr Skywalker: The Hallowed

Sorry I've been gone I've been sick asf
Art by @tobacco_trashcan <3

CURSE (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

(Lyrics)
Wopp ! (Clears throat) wop wop woppppp!

I don't know what to name this song so it it.. it’s jus something about get off my dick and like a lot of screaming (yea enjoy)
If not I don’t really got nun else to say but :

(Ayyyyy)

Everybody on my fucking dick!
They say that I’m crazy, bitch I take it as a compliment!
I’m shitty motherfucker yes I guess I am narcissist!
I got no limits motherfucker cuz' you know I’m on some other shit!
Shit and piss my natural odor!
Fuck you thought bitch I’m not heaven sent!
Bitch I can’t escape from hell!
I’m not alone my demons following!
I’m sick like Covid can’t you tell?
I think that’s why they don’t fuck with me!

That’s why they don’t fuck with me!
I don’t rock no double G's (A what!?)
I ain’t taking shit from nun you faggots bitch you wear supreme

Ay Ay

I don’t trust nobody keep yo distance for I go insanе!
Dead bodies on the ground I slicеd 'em up like jus like I’m Leather Face!…

Imagine hating on me I don't even know your fucking name!

Boot licking ass bitch!
I wouldn’t do it for no fucking fame
Aye Ima misfit!
I won’t fit in!
I won’t fucking change!

Suck my dick! dick!
I’m taking drugs until I leave this place
Suck my dick! dick!
I’m taking drugs until I leave this place
Ayyy!

Everybody on my fucking dick!
They say that I’m crazy, bitch I take it as a compliment!
I’m shitty motherfucker yes I guess I am narcissist!
I got no limits motherfucker cuz' you know I’m on some other shit Shit and piss my natural odor!
Fuck you thought bitch I’m not heaven sent!
Bitch I can’t escape from hell!
I’m not alone my demons following!
I’m sick like Covid can’t you tell?
I think that’s why they don’t fuck with me!

GTFO MY DICK !! (PROD.TRIPLESIXDELETE)

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

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Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)