Listening to this while reading the comic is fucking heavenly

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BOONDOCKED!!
RELEASING ON ALL PLATFORMS 3/31

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Art by Bryson Mcbee 
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BOONDOCK - NotNevi and Gao the Arsonist

gao produced this joint he crazy 
shout out nevi

betterwatchyourback.mp3 ft. Gao the Arsonist

WHXTEVER (feat. Ak4RI) [prod. grayskies]

Mixing and mastering by the beanie bandit NotNevi

Lyrics:

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I don't got a choice, there's violence in my skillset//
Now I'm self-employed for targets clients haven't killed yet//
I tried robbing lady justice blind for her blade//
Just ended up with bodies of the tyrants next to children//

Eyes locked on chalkboard info//
Presidents spent time in the penthouse n**** shot through the top floor window//
I don't have a lot to love//
I don't have the stock for kinfolk//
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple//
Botched the event//
It's was not for the gentle//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Gunslinger//
Body found in alley//
All my bounties tallied//
Every night I count it, add it up//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//
Tongue withered//
I miss the sound of any voice that isn't coming from somebody I just bound but that's enough//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

GUNSLINGER

RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES

HORSESHOE

AND THEY MINE FOR OUR BODIES

INSOMANIA

You ever have one of those days where gravity just isn't your friend? This one's for you.
"Woe To The Wobbly Waitress" is a short, chaotic blast of early 90s-inspired garage punk. We're talkin' raw, lo-fi, and DIY, with a frantic tempo, buzzsaw guitars, and shouted female vocals. It’s the story of a heroic deed gone horribly, painfully, and hilariously wrong.
Crank it up, smash a plate, and scream along.

Lyrics:

[Intro] 
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
[Verse 1] 
Slingin' hash in this greasy pit Got a head full of static, I'm so sick of this shit! My coffee pot's a weapon, my apron is a shield But my own damn feet are a goddamn battlefield! Gravity's my nemesis, the floor's my biggest foe Every single shift is a disaster-stomp-and-go!
[Chorus] 
CRACK! SNAP! POP! THERE GOES THE ANKLE! THREE DAMN PLACES, A BRAND NEW ANGLE! WOE! TO THE WOBBLY WAITRESS! A WALKING, TALKING, BREAKING MESS!
[Verse 2] 
Some old dude's wheelchair gets stuck in the jamb "I'll help you out, sir! Yes I can, ma'am!" Gave a mighty shove, a heroic lurch Left me sprawled out on the floor of this greasy church! My tray of fries went airborne, a sickening CRUNCH Became the floor's disgusting, soggy lunch!
[Chorus] 
CRACK! SNAP! POP! THERE GOES THE ANKLE! THREE DAMN PLACES, A BRAND NEW ANGLE! WOE! TO THE WOBBLY WAITRESS! A WALKING, TALKING, BREAKING MESS!
[Bridge] 
They wrapped me up in plaster, told me "take a rest" Put my fucking charity to the test! Said I was a hero, so brave and so good WHILE I'M SERVING PANCAKES ON A CHUNK OF WOOD! Well, NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED, that’s the ugly truth! I got a splintered fibula for being sweet to youth!
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro] 
WOE TO ME! WOE TO ME! THREE! BROKEN! PLACES! THANKS FOR NOTHING! UGH!
[END]


Copyright Russell Nomer August 4, 2025 ASCAP Work ID 931338469 ISRC: QT5AM2538469


Woe To The Wobbly Waitress

*TEENAGE DISASTER*

sittin down right on my bedside
sleepless nights when i dont feel right
locked inside a dungeon cant you help me
isolated from my friends
swear this shit just never ends
feels like my body's growing colder
woke up in my own vomit last night
wish i was taken in my sleep, god help me
i never found myself and maybe thats for the best
just tell me to look up but youre never understanding the view
a world of liars they conspire on my every move
I got the flu
and im givin up
my stomach hurts and im a mess
lie to my face, then call it quits
my love for you wasn't adequate
existential, i'll never make it
trapped in infinity
we're so small in the face of god, so shut the fuck up and do your job
it dont matter anyway

*AFOURTEEN*

sometimes I wake up feeling impatient 
Loosing my head
Aye lemme think a minute 
You don’t motherfuckin motherfuckin see the vision uh
Yah yah lemme breathe a minute 
You ain’t gotta do the shit that you been doin to me fuck you
Yea I need to get my ass back home everytime I leave the house man I feel led  on 
Wassupp wit that cut from front to back
You don’t love me back no don’t act like that 
Come home drunk as shit jumping off the bridge fuck that break my wrist 
And I don’t wanna go back home tonight 
Cuz I don’t wanna right my wrongs tonight 
So I just like conversations mean what they mean I hold back all this hatred 
Inside my dreams 
And I’m so sick with you and your so sick of me 
I can’t even breathe 
Nananananana nanananana 

*TEENAGE DISASTER*

fall asleep inside your arms
kill anybody that means you harm
alcohol for breakfast lunch and dinner
downers just to numb the pain
drown all the voices inside my brain
toxic at our core, but we blame the world of course
im so sick of you
youre so sick of me

*TEENAGE DISASTER & AFOURTEEN*

i can’t even breathe 
I can’t even breathe 
Soooooo ohhhhh
I’m so sick of you
ive been singin sad songs since i was youngin
paint my nails black, then those bitches called me a faggot
now its cool to be sad, dope to be depressed
now im pissed off, straight up, blow my damn top off
lil spiders in the dark tellin me its alright
i got bullets for you motherfuckers tryna act tight
doin shows for a minute i can really say i did it

*TEENAGE DISASTER*

its a sick world we live in
and im not sure i want to stay at all
im done
i give up
and my mind comes toppling down when I think of
getting out of bed
and im so broken down, cannot be repaired
im so sick
im so tired
im so beaten down
i dont wanna go, but i think i have to.

*AFOURTEEN*

Why do we live like this 
And Why do we live like this 
I fell in love with your lips 
Their my worst enemy 
Their my worst enemy 
I fell in love at 17
I fell in love at 17
And now your opposite with me
Sit with me 
Take my arms watch me bleed
Take my eyes make me see
I am so incomplete 
I am so incomplete 
I am so

SOMNIPHOBIA (FT. TEENAGE DISASTER) (PROD. IMOTAPE)

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

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

STAY SLUDGED

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