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Autopsy of a Degenerate

BOONDOCKED!!
RELEASING ON ALL PLATFORMS 3/31

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

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

BOONDOCK - NotNevi and Gao the Arsonist

Produced by MKULTRA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkrJBsx4aEw

Please don’t be yourself 

It hurts me

It burns me

To know that your not who i thought you were

Stop being yourself

I’m learning

You confirm it

That i never loved you anyway

Compartment mental lies

Don’t need to even try

I just know in my mind how the world work

If you don’t say the lines

Switch sides your ostracized

Put on a cross

You get burned its the worlds curse

This distance is a wall
 That i built
 Cause i was strung
 On this love 
 was bound to fall
 Yea I used you as
 my heroin 
Its not my fault

For the reason it went wrong
 You deceived me through the honesty 

You shared i wasn’t listening

Why should I have to try

You’re here to fix my life

You were the reason that my world kept turning

This is black and white

You got to pick a side

I love to hate its distracts

The hurting

You could be the one that

Fill the hole inside my head 

you can live there when i please you

Don’t, don’t have a say in this

We were made to be together

Fill the role you’re born to play

Please don’t be yourself 

It hurts me

It burns me

To know that your not who i thought you were

Stop being yourself

I’m learning

You confirm it

That i never loved you anyway

Compartment mental lies

Don’t need to even try

I just know in my mind how the world work

If you don’t say the lines

Switch sides your ostracized

Put on a cross

You get burned its the worlds curse

Being Yourself (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Now i know how it feels 

to have it all erased

I can’t tell if i hear something

Call my name

I feel it grin

Ear to ear

Its my greatest fear

Something is mocking me

I don’t know when its gonna end


You must face

The voices in your brain

Theres no other way

Or you will go insane

Theres no time to waste

Its growing everyday

You know what to face

Somethings got to change


I’ve walked the tight rope 
Now tell me your alive

I’ll take the right road
But there im left to die 

I just being honest 
I don’t need you people to tell me another promise
Imma go an grab on the pistol I stay upon it 
Gonna take a couple out with me and leave it haunted 
all I really wanted 
Was to have a voice 
Thinking back I realize I don’t even have a choice 

Imma give a chance to try the red noise 
I go to advance the dead but no voids OI

Look At Yourself (ft. Fl.vco)

Take a bow 
You wear me out 
Last night I found a tear,
In the fabric of your veil 

So don’t tempt us 
Let it erase you 
We wanna see the blood you drew
Just give in now
Let it erase you
We’ll only let you down
 you should’ve known 

Force the hand
That feeds your plans
Now that we’ve been spread so thin 
There wont be need to shed our skin 

So don’t tempt us 
Let it erase you 
We wanna see the blood you drew
Just give in now
Let it erase you
We’ll only let you down
You should’ve known So don’t tempt us 
Let it erase you

There’s still a part of me that won’t give in 
There’s still a part of me that won’t give in, no

glass shards from a gilded mirror

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

Chasing Red Lights

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Lyrics:
What now?
I'm hearing crickets as my response,
Eyes closed with only a ticking rhythm, 
My wrist watch,
Tick tock,
Seconds sliding past I feel it rip 'cross,
The list of things I have left that I can live off,
Thrift shop for shabby shit that I use to get off on a high,
Or get off from a high place to kiss 'walks,
Fill my pockets with mockeries of a purpose I'm still searching for,
Working cog turn in the machine, I'm tryna chew the circuit board,
maybe I'll digest some information,
I need reasons to keep breathing I mean there's oxygen I'm wasting,
What's gunpowder and a touted strap without the bullet casings,
Nigga, count up all the uses, 'part from dousing it in flames,
I'm a fountain in the rain, nigga,
Directions when they routed out a maze,
Couple thousand  in safe,
Money left out in a raid,
Hands bound, clock wound back every hour of the day,
Known placebo for the pain, nigga,

What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feels, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up to chase highs
What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feel, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up.

Eyelids peel back to reveal the real lack,
Of light in the still blackness,
Don't even feel sadness at the window sill, sat,
Still without a will,
Fact that a shell won't be whole of fucking filled if it's cracked,
After your cock stops throbbing in your cotton wrap,
Hop in the colored steel on rubber wheels,
You crawling back to modern day plantations,
Paid for daily attendance,
Toil till you coil into the shape of independence, nigga,
Penance, nigga,
How I pay the price for self-slaughter?
Sinking in this sinner's though like blood thicker than water,
Unbiblical/Umbilical ideas attached like mothers' unborn daughters,
I got sawdust in my bronchus tryna chop the mental block,
That all the semen in my socks, amounted to worthwhile,
better bury bodies in a ground that is fertile,
Where the fuck you find benefits for hedonists,
Deathbed,
Only show they figures and percentages.     

What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feels, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up to chase highs
What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feel, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up.

Wineskin

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Vocal Performances:
Toonren
sal
Gao the Arsonist

Production Credit:
Toonren
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,

Feel like scattered ashes in vacuum,
Tragic like blood splatter in a bathroom stall,
I'm shuffling around in a costume,
Need to believe every meaning I attach to,
All my confused movements,
I,
Run from ballroom shooters,
Hide my face from the mirrors,
There are no picture perfect stares,
More like vacant looks, they're bitter cold,
As fickle as they're scared,
Questions block my lungs,
So oxygen cant trickle from the air,
Into my body,
somebody please tell me,

What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,

I want a good life,
I want to live life,
I want to waste my time,
Doing the things I like,
I want a good life,
I want to live life,
I want to waste my time,
Doing the things I like,

Quest (ft. Toonren)

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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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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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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:
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.

'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep.
only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth.

sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix,
pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists, (yah)
fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin.
pity peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from.

still saw dawn in the A.M.
tears are dried by the A.M.
A.M.
A.M.

A.M.

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Production Credits: 
Dr Skywalker @breakingthematrix
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
"gao" chewed him out,
spit a bloody pulp,
resemble bubble gum
only empty shells of words in mouth,
like suicidal guzzle gun muzzles,
trouble buzzing 'mongst the rubble,
couple bodies slumped,
my love for com-
panion ship abandoned ship,
and caused me confusion,
it'll fit together like puzzle pieces,
sip kerosene and I swallow diesel,
fuck, i don't really fuck with other people,
spit on the burning bush, hear niggas rustle leaves,
leave me be,
don't need "we"
please see to keep your distance,
bull feces:
I wanna be alone,
but I still feel alone,
broken: leak from pistons
they ain't fuck with the "g - a - o",
other niggas fail to see they foes,
I'm shedding shells like it's d-day, though,
I can smell where they keep they bullshit,
back stabbed? boy I've been there done that,
sheep's fleece redundant:
wolves creeping, I can see they toes up,
beat 'em with the belt they keep they poles tucked,
with,
the laced shit, tripping like they fiends for product,
all these fuck niggas think that if I bleed, they robust,
niggas sleep on heat like it's lean with Rooibos,
talk shit from distance, nigga, speak close up, nigga,
face to face now I see you froze up,
neck chill, froze up:
it's stiff from watching back for posers,
kill the cat like a Casanova,
called "curiosity",
guilty pleasure like some cash for blowjobs,
want the bread?
ask me pass it over,
like it's Passover,
hard to hide like a massive boner,
fake is frequent, forest fire in California,
burn bridges to abandon borders,
with the land of the mannequins,
ban the foreigners,
don't know the difference,
cut random corners,
bad origami,
cut out some people,
this nigga gnarly,
started being lethal,
venom when I'm telling anyone to fucking,
leave my shit independent,
nigga.

I'm like fuck the cliques I'm picking solo,
try to duck they shots, that's why i'm stooping so low,
social up in smoke, would be rolling doobies dolo,
oh no,
shit bittersweet, blood mixed in with the Bordeaux,
you out the picture, niggas fading from the photo,
you think I'm cozy when I'm giving you the cold shoulder?
when you telling me to "change my ways", been mulled over,
wanna open up but don't know how to cope though.

cutting niggas off isn't inadvertent,
but still have nerve to say I earn your pity,
cutlery is dropped while the dinner serving,
(starve)
frictious thinking could have, burned a city:
Gomorrah,
sitting in the dark,
only company: my pillow and my silhouette,
but starts kill both of them,
burn the houses that the parties is hosted in,
I'm the one who shut 'em out but now the door's broken in,
cobwebbs in the corners of mouth,
got dregs so I'm pouring 'em all out of my,
heart's,
falsetto makes the ornaments doubt their integrity,
process the sermon on the mount,
blessed are those who mourn,
I mourn over the corpse of my social interaction,
no precedent posed before this shit ironic:
I'm the one who murdered it in passion,
paradox but It's a common oddity:
stitch my lips together, pissed that no one wants to talk to me,
It's almost like the drawbacks are fucking with the positives,
often as citizens of Sodom commit sodomy,
bitch,
prodigy,
with fucking the niggas over who I ought to be with,
if i could make sense of what I honestly think,
I could act on it, "hasn't bothered me since",
I would say.

Bordeaux

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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

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

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I have business sitting in the hearse,

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

I always strived to die tight-lipped,
Eyelids shut with the clutch of vice grip,
Wise idioms tend to surmise that the iris,
Are windows to the soul,
Only thing I bid to show is that it's frosted with a nice tint,
Fist fights picked in a rage by the courtyard,
Sip my drink in the shade of the orchard,
In-line image isn't straight if its torn apart,
They only mourn a part of me,
Bore a hole in the oracle quick before they know,
Organic portions of the plastic corpse I battled for,
At the door knocks second thoughts, 
They kick it in like hinges rust,
Cinders brushed off when they torch the things that hinder trust,
I twist and run,
Leave the contemplating in the dust,
Gathered on the challenge to go find myself and dig him up,
Don't haul my body bag just zip it up,
Break the teeth,
Bury all my hatches when they in the fucking grave with me

(Coroner's report number: @$%&#**)

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

Name: &$*#@
Age: **
Cause of death: #&@$

Graverobbers

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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Quest (ft. Toonren)

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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