I've always been a big Nelward fan but only now finally got around to remixing one of his songs. It was a very fun time and I hope you enjoy it!

Brain Dance <Dorkus Flip>

flacid penis

Music I made for MINDWAVE
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Although the Sky

Floor One

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Drowsy

single dad with a broken washing machine

black dahlia heroin bum 
you're giving me track marks baby
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PRODUCTION: @thaartistt
VOCALS: blvrrimg
ARTWORK: blvrrimg
MIXING/MASTERING: @thaartistt, blvrrimg
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[1]
I
panic in the bathroom, so I flip the blade and slash the throat. A
bad apple, I'm mad at you, so I rip you out, the trash you're thrown
Bastards. Another every season's got me weeping in the
road. No control, I grab my face, 'n' I put my emotions in a
Choke hold. Pass the blunt, but only if it's dipped or else I won't
snatch it up. Lil tragic, but I need the extra power inside the
gas I puff. Yuh, this shit's just addict stuff, so please no asks or whats, cuz
I am on a different planet than you faggots just
Shut it & go, blood on my clothes. "We'll be lovers", see me 
once 'n' then go, your jacket act as my battle flag, 'n' we both
punching our domes. Arteries ruptured after witness of that 
hazardous note. Lies to my face, a pattern I've known
Acid. Hexagonal. Need euthanasia, pass the bowl of which it's
contents are literal gas, a harder cabby. Hit the 
magic pole. I know he had to go, and so I'll
rack the colt backwards and blast. My outfit: your coat, oh.
[2]
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Oh, golly. I just know that god loves me; he 
screams it when he fucks me like a highway-side druggie. Stopped the 
push back, Stockholm rocking, like the contents of my 
body when he dumps me. Pulling out my nerves to feel 
something. Bobby pin I use, I press the end up in my 
wrist 'n' get it gushing. Homies turn to dust, and now
it's so fucking hard to be bumbly. I may as well just
give in, turn my brain to dropped slushie. Go back:
rumination I've been facing, haze up in my program, there's a
bubble in my weed vape, 'n' I need it when I slow dance
Slow dance with machete that be shaking in my cold hands
Cloud be my abraxas, I preach of it to masses. In
abstract antics underneath these jazz track rips, I'm 
screaming in the adlibs, an SFX master. I'm
making incantations; that's a Hazereth pastor. 
Un-
-diagnosed schizo, mini Jaydes, but less violence. 
Hi-fi, but it lo-fi, like what the pite is it?
Tab of acid under my tongue with great timing.  
ISIS within my mind, it's the purple lighting.
Great brightness, you can't fight it, but 
why try it? Cuz this Haze is so amazing, 
nothing like it. "Cloud!" up on my spray in Xen,, fighting.
Vibing. Flight to Cybercafe, you know CJ be the pilots.

single dad with a broken washing machine

icecoldbottleofmilk

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