LIGHTS OUT

THE WALLS HAVE EYES

INTRO

a small fragmented glimpse of you 
always on queue
at my highest 
you fall through 
intrude 
to cover the view 
tread the ooze
of constant wonder 
will I ever find me? 
your eyes say otherwise 
insert the lead 
set me free

prod. myss

TortureInsideMyAmygdala

lyrics:
I be swervin, lane switchin
I'm too sure, I ain't missin
37 hollowtips in my clip
Make it rain, didn't it

Ok, upper level aim with it 
Lopping off his ring fingers
Leavin fuckin bodies twitchin 
Find em where they brains hangin..

I'm ready to die, shit
I be with the guys, shit
Drop another whip and scrape the city
I'm gon die in it

Ok, watch me drive it stolen 
With that pistol in my pants 
I'ma blow that noggin open 
Soon as I get my fucking chance
Damn..

I been known to ride, let it burn slow
Smoke it up and die, see the night go
I don't wonder why, nah I die slow 
Sippin on my flight, when I arrive
I'm gettin high, hoe

Go pop off 
Lock jaw 
Nah, can’t get yo bitch back
Like go knock off, drop drawers 
Still ain’t get yo get back
These lasers ready
Red and green like Christmas, I'ma switch em on
This pistol heavy
Chevy hang outside, .223 send em all

I send em off 
Machete ready 
Deadly when I cock it back
Like my metal heavy 
Swingin MPs at your shower cap
Send em back
Bitch, you wasn't with it 
Boy, I been up on it
I'm really ballin
Bitch, I spot that target
Get my semi on it 

My Glock got titties on it
Pimp the Draco with a scope
Hoe, my homies got like 15 grips and two Glocks in they coat
I don’t give a fuck bout none this shit, my life fucked that’s fasho
I could end it all but I be getting high cause I could blow, when I cope
Lonely road I’m walking with my bow tucked, I go ghost
I don’t do that talking shit, I rock a bitch and go
Just like my momma, moody, I get moody on these hoes
I know my bros got pocket rockets..

Pop it on these foes
Sights glitchin
Got the floor lights dimming 
I don't wanna live forever 
That's my whole life mission 
.40 pokin out my sweater with a long knife
Chalk it up to them long nights 
Open up, I got close-eyed victims

bastard sword (prod. MERCYKILL x slade kovacs)

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Lyrics:
teeth grit and fist clenched,
calling for God,
now he reeks: spit and piss drenched him, (huh)
bloodied piece ripped from his wrist
when he slit them,
to withstand
bombshells:
fell he did dig trenches,
lay face down in the dirt,
certain that at this rate now,
he'll be burnt up,
curtains,
like: show's over,
hope the he'll cope with the broken bones,
and stay strong 'till it blows over,
and it will right?
answer me, don't kill quiet,
force fed hard to swallow pills prior,
to when I found out you can't chill fire,
feels drier in the pool of knowledge,
than my mouth when it's filled with prayer,
I'm not built with higher tolerance than all rest,
I can toil until i'm tired and I'm tired,
of looking at the leading,
I should peel the piper, wear his skin,
need a light in the labyrinth,
drown him in paraffin:
man-candle,
man-handled, been,
roughed up,
just brush up?
now that's the thing,
I feel as strong as molasses thin,
the chance I invested in,
I'm cherishing,
it seems to be perishing,
battalions of tallied failures are garrisoned,
on the horizon,
sun rise, dawn, stride cross the sky,
fall till the night comes,
then my corpse collects flies on it,
I'm looking for the answer with the lights on,
but my sight's gone,
light a pipe bong,
or a pipe bomb,
between my lips,
either way I'm getting blasted,
acid re-flux, give a fuck if it's rancid,
fear stricken bastard,
shirt sticky, plastered to my chest,
with my sweat,
so close to kissing caskets,
nigga.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

nah bitch,
no need for sipping on booze
pick the spliff from your lips,
no tripping on boof,
I don't need no fuck niggas twisting the truth,
too advanced in that shit:
mind blank and confused, uh,
lack of answers cause cancerous tumor,
spread to my head quick like bitches with rumors,
looks like enlightenment's later than sooner.

just let me know where I fucked up,
fill my face with holes from a buckshot,
on my knees chewing gravel, yeah I'll dust off,
all my pride if you decide to give me some thought,
that I ain't already heard before, fuck what he say,
I need words divorced from the brain-dead and the cliche,
wanna put a stick in my mouth like I suck adhesive,
mimic a bitch with a stick between its teeth.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

I Need Answers

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Lyrics:
yeah, they hear you glass shard laughter,
yeah,the see your porcelain smile,
forget about the facade, fractured,
they always saw and orphan child,
pen to paper, skin to knife,
a blend of ways, I'm indecisive,
need some feeling in my life,
the dark descends to dim the light,
dull the noise,
deaden touch,
made null and void,
of attempts to clutch,
to hollow voices,
getting hushed.

when I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies,
deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal,
why are you afraid to cry?
there's no emotion when open your eyes,
you're skin and dry bones.

walk into a venue,
severed at the sinews,
legs move slow,
wipe the sweat away and paint the tissues red,
you wanna feel?
find some bitches that'll give you head or something,
now instead of jumping,
need a weapon that you can use,
fill yourself with joy? ha
bullets on the menu,
dead is what you are already,
dedicated places for your body to rot in, like huh,
you have no heart in your chest
bones do not break, no they stretch,
based on the way that you dress,
yourself with the weight of existence,
i'm surprised you're not depressed,
clinically,
sorry i may kill a funny comment,
but i feel like I am drowning in cinnamon, honey,
niggas use their dinner money,
strapped, shooting up with a junky,
just to feel shit,
I would rather slit my tummy open, watch it spill.

when I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies,
deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal,
why are you afraid to cry?
there's no emotion when open your eyes,
you're skin and dry bones.

Porcelain

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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

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Lyrics:
strip the skin away,
peel it from your bones,
every single day you wear that shit like clothes,
no that's not your face, don't act like you don't know,
reveal yourself, the hidden part of it, you loathe, it,
poses a threat to the reputation you created,
bodies in frozen in death,
goes to show it's you who's craving,
eyes on the outside,
lies out your mouth,
I'm trying this out.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

It's kinda difficult to dig in when your shovel made of metaphors,
melt it, make the metal boil,
scrape the shielding off my skin,
i'll wear it thin,
just with my finger nails, I swear to God,
there will be a clear divide,
maybe my focus should be medicinal,
popping pills and selling more,
shooting shit and getting whores,
I frequently forget who the fuck i'm feeling for,
I'd be as common as the hookers who get abortions, (nigga)
orphan in the body of troubled child,
Return home to shovel piles of bullshit that say otherwise,
doors rattling on they're hinges became lullabies,
turned locks the only thing that keep my fucking brain inside, my head,
Instead of spread thin,
across the walls,
next to my bed frame,
bled, drained refreshing thoughts to let the red rain pour,
trying to break apart the stone inside my rib-cage,
pour out my heart, ripped apart all the head games,
honestly?
I'm a little brittle like old bones in the catacombs,
wanna see?
grab a chisel, whittle away at my base, collapse like dominoes,
gotta be,
the most defensive, tend to hate correcting,
almost body bagged em all,
Odyssey?
epic events, ain't too extensive,
apologies, thought it'd be,
hard to see all of my fronting is fallacy,
honesty's costly, it cannot be bought for free,
sometimes what's in my mind tilts to controversy,
I have the tendency to proceed cautiously,
you should fear what the fuck i'm about to be-
-come,
everybody's been through shit and yeah, I've seen some,
wide open like the mouths of some bodies lean-slumped,
matter of fact, rattle facts off like machine gun.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

Introspective

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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

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

baby im a weirdo
sex with me is
WEIRD
HOE

Weirdo ft. $teven Cannon

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

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Porcelain

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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