Listening to this while reading the comic is fucking heavenly

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LET IT SINK IN

junky

written by Curtis Waters. 
produced by Curtis Waters, Aly Lakhani, Shrimp, & Beep.

MANIC MAN

https://wilfmerson.bandcamp.com/album/ldn-vi-story

1. no delay                     
2. wondering                 
3. fuck off                      
4. stay afloat                 
5. larynx                        
6. patience

raps - wilfmerson + sniperwarrior460
Production, mixing, cover art and hospitality - pis.i
Movie quotations selected from "Dazed and Confused" and "Gummo" by sniperwarrior460.

A collection of tracks made whilst staying with pis.i in Northern Italy this summer. This project came about fluidly, we did not have to try 2 hard, its raw and honest!

Special thx to CLBRKS for the lil vox pop on track 3!

"LDN_VI.story" (w/ pis.i + sniperwarrior460)

Chingon (with Peso Peso)

That Mexican OT - Texas Mexican

lyrics:

I get this feelin only one way
Better answer the door
I know the kids feel nostalgia 
So I betta the cause
An im a product of the people
Who just ran this amiss
We feelin, out of touch
So we bury the past

I’m on a train fulla heathens
Headed southbound 
I pull a fool out my pocket
While we livin it up
I act the same in the presence
Of my fueled friends
Needa boost to they ego
So they kickin me out

I’m screaming no way
You can’t! Speaking to me like I am
No - thing! I ain’t
The proudest owner, fucking use me
Just drown inside the hole
When a conscious deem me relevant
Filled with lust I’m goin at her

Safe in the sound, but it don’t goes
Suffered and sickness, overload 
If I know manic, you a damn prowess
Wallow in scenes, an episode
I can’t get nothin right 
It seem my word is epidemic
Life in a wild place
But really it’s so damn unsettled 

Speak your name in every language
Cause you so conceited 
Back when you were signs 
Of growin proper, foolishly believed it
An now I’m sitting on the edge
Cause I feel I fucked my chance 
Alimony to myself and give the funds 
To make a stance

Can’t the kids just give a fuck
Seem to me there ain’t a way
Proper mix of apathetic apparitions
With no face
Life is killa, loathe sin with eyes
We all just passed out
Train tracks, tied to the side
I wanna, feel something 
Maybe get some of the purpose out it
It’s not that sad to see the futile, old and traveled summit

So fucking figure it out

I had a thing for the bitches 
That were get go 
On the move for them riches 
Second natured to love
But now the facts of a fallacy 
Gon latch on
Tellin girly bout her man 
And how he fuckin it up

I’m screaming no way
You can’t! Speaking to me like I am
No - thing! I ain’t
The proudest owner, fucking use me
Just drown inside the hole
When a conscious deem me relevant
Filled with lust I’m goin at her

Place in your existence 
Yeah you’ll be here whether liked or not
You hope for form of matrimony 
Killed with hope you slowly rot
For life without you suffer
Unhand me holy mothers
For fucked in spite of grudges kept
I leave my life with yours at best

Case been allotted
You were never close friends
An playa got his dick wet 
Before they held hands
Just a comment, I struggle with the truth
I think I’m cursed for being honest
You meet me with resentment
So I rewrite all my topics

nervexx

why we scream. (prod. morecalcium)

96 Shaq

JEFF HARDY

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

Ohhh Myyy

Ohhh Myyy (feat. That Mexican OT)

SLUDGETAPES

IF I MUST

HORSESHOE

Melissa

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

ALFREDO (PROD. CXRPSE)

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

RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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