Swerve in your car and hit that glowin' bitch too hard. 
Our president ain't real, he's C.G.I and made up by a fuckin' corporate shill.

Green-screens control me, I am your slave.
Stumble up those stairs old man, dance like you can't be scared.

Puppeteers, yeah, puppet ears.. for the walking fist, safe-word gone clear as I'll stab you with an icicle, and put you on a tricycle — wheel your clown ass down the street  to smear shit on your testicles.

Our lives are a joke, made by a joker.
I hate all you freaks, and everything feels hopeless.

BackseatVomit - Whore (Radio Mix)

Lyrics: 
[RU]
( Overwatch announcer ) 
[EN]
Caught em' all dead.
Call em' up on a contact, now I'm on callback! 
"Oh, me..."
On facts, on this, on that.. make up your mind!

Envious distress to attest his main nemesis, forklift the little top of his proud premises-- a bandit, or ionized feralist, like a carrot tip marriage to experience what embarrassed is. 

What the fuck's a parallist? "P" on your interglot, hit, I'm a press( -i-didn't ), get your ass down, little bitch, so I can finish this-- 
sit the fuck down ( legit ), like I'm your failing therapist.

Piss on your chest to detest on this mess of of a failing distress to our civil unrest, like a moldy wet diaper pressed undressed as she's suckin' my dick like a dumb fuckin' dog and we riding this bus like it's Fortnite, so what's our fuckin' problem? 

To be aware or have the right to know what's going on?

Knock you down to Fahrenheit, a marathon of merits for a walking fucking parasite, and every corporate shill that wishes that his girls are tight, I'll force to down a pack a' anthrax so they can sleep at night.

Bitch, your hearin' really "right?"

"%2.0f" (RADIO MIX)

I feel unseen, but haven't seen everything there is to see, for
each new night's a new day, as blankets, useless.. I just need your arms. 
I need you now, I- just need more time.
Is there something wrong with me?
I feel, like I'm leasing you.

Lavender

He's returned once again, to make me late to my own wake.
Fifteen minutes of re-invigoration for myself, just to go to sleep and cry.

Is this another fight?
Everything's, certainly fine.
Right, so stand closer, while I can agree – and soothe – you — while I contemplate if the thoughts in my head make a — di-fference.

I –  want to fe-el him.
I –  want to fe-el your presence, please... 

Take.
The fall.
As a different tone...

Feel This

Advertiser-Friendly Romance Song

Honestly, just another cute little vibe. 💕

PS:
I'll go back to screaming about destroying politicians when I feel that I have enough energy to compose lyrics about 70-year-old men in adult diapers.

Until then, enjoy~

μ(Interlude)

I can crawl into your heart; you're full of parasites. 

You're not, like the other guys.
Light me up like fireflies, just to remind me you're not mine.

Maybe, you should think before you feel.
Maybe, I should think before I heal.

Because of you, I cry each night-- keep me far --but by your side.

After a while, I'm use to the lies. 
After a while, I'm use to the size. 

[Redacted]
[Redacted]

Something's not right.. when I can't even see your face... 

Fuck.
Off.

There's nothing I can do, because I'm.. out here doing the best I can do for you, and all I want.. is some recognition, and respect for a change, but I can't.

Pylons (DEMO)

It seems today, that all you see.
Is violence in movies, and sex on T.V .
But where are those good "ol' fashion values," on which we used to rely? 
Lucky there's a family guy!
Lucky there's a man who– positively can do–
all the things that make us.. laugh and cry.

Family Guy Theme (Cover)

- Written by @tuna-kangaroo
- Rearranged and Composed by @itsthatfox

I Hate Lovin' You (DEMO)

Floral (DEMO) [Archive]

Fucked your bitch like a black asthmatic.
Cut up her clit, inside of my attic.
Face curled up, screamin' "I've had it," before three quick pumps, and I came in her casket.
Piss on that bitch with some R Kelly "Magic."
Not a game of Dungeons and Dragons, but I'm draggin' this dick, 16-inch, like a stallion.
Pain.

ShitTalk

Impeach blumpf, before he go nuclear drumpf!
Let's face it, he's racist! 
He got mansions and money, skin orange that funny! 
Am ready, mom's spaghetti!

Eminem - impeach blumpf | thatfox( COVER )

Original:  https://soundcloud.com/johnnascus/sad-satan-lsd-prod-bruhmanegod  

I loved this song, so I decided to do an acoustic cover of it. 
All this together probably took a whole morning, but it's whatever. 

 I hope you guys enjoyed this.

JOHNNASCUS - SAD SATAN LSD | thatfox( COVER )

[THATFOX]

HELP, CROSS, RED SPOTS.

FILLING ME UP WITH THE STUFF THAT'S BASICALLY KILLING ME.
I'M IN THIS BOX, POX-- I KEEP MY LUNGS TO MY THOUGHTS--
AS MY MIND AND MY BODY'S GOVERNMENTALLY SOFT-LOCKED.

IRON DOOR WITH A FRESH PAIR OF SOCKS, BECAUSE THEY KEEP UP INTACT BY ATTACKING OUR WEAK SPOTS.

COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH.

MEDIA CRAZE, THIS ISN'T DEBATE; THEY THINK IT'S RACIST? A CAPSULE HOTEL MADE OF HARBOR FREIGHT CAGES-

COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH.

"Herro. Dri Creaning Qruarter Prease?"
"I THINK I'M QUARANTINED!?"

WHERE IS MY FAMILY? FUMES IN MY LUNGS AS I HUG FOR HUMANITY, A MAN TO ME, AMEND TO BE A RIGHT AND CIVIL ASS SANITY. A PLAN TO ESCAPE, BUILT IN A FACTORY MADE BY TH-

[BROADCAST ENDED]

[CHANNEL32]

*cough*

Aye (LMFAO)
pedophiles dancin in a Hollywood mansion calling on Chris Hansen, but he won't even do shit.
China brought the plague now we're sposed' to handle it.
I can't fucking breathe cause my lungs are fucking filled with shit--
digging mass graves knowing we're sposed' to die from this.
Can't return, the normal world is shutting down from this.

Bat soup every day, till they put you in the grave; no salvation from the fucking China plague 

Bat soup every day, till they put you in the grave; no salvation from the fucking China plague

🦇🥣

This was from 2018, but I just remastered it. It sounds like shit any way you put it, so I'd be lying if I said it didn't.

Gamer Girl Pee

I can't sleep, it's all I need. 
I'm up, around, and on my knees. 
Somebody help me, somebody push me to feel. 
Like I'm missing out on everything that's even real.
I could run away, but it's not really fuckin' hard. 
I'm boilin' in this "pony cum jar."
But it hurts to much, and it makes me want to die.
But It doesn't even matter, as I still try.
Somebody listen to me!
I-I need!
And it hurts so much to live in a world that hates my guts, and I want to run-- I want to run a long time so I wont think so much.
I think back-- there's enough-- poison on-- my tongue.
Just like fabric, just like fabric rips, so will me.
I've had enough. 
You've had enough.
You've had enough.
I've had enough. 
I think it's tough. 
I think it's tough, you've had enough.
I think it's tough, you've had enough.
I think it's tough, you've had enough.

I wanted to see if I could break the Windows distribution codec for .mp3 files. 

It turns out, I was successful.

Antlions[PROD: Inhonia]

Don't bother trying to understand the lyrics, they're in Italian and I made it so that sections are harder to understand. 

This is basically what dementia sounds like.

( + ) β

Original instrumentals / songs: 

thatfox / Inhonia - ANTLIONS
thatfox / Vincent / Channel32 ( Backseat Vomit ) - Backseat Vomit

thatfox @backseatvomit - Free Disk Space 1 GB [prod. Inhonia, prod. Channel32][thatfox Mix]

When this seal is near, or when there is no more- 
I can listen to your lies for one hour more.

Lay down on your back now darlin', lay down with those legs spread open; tell your fuckin' God if they're listening to fuck yourself for me so you can feel this pain. 

Why can't you just listen and find some reason for once? 
Maybe if you used your mind and not your ears you'd hear the axiom. 
There would be no time for problems, and there would be no fuckin' wars-
There would be no people- once, people we all ignore. 

I bless you; we can start a lot of things simply not indulged at all- for? 
A simple unrest of civility until there isn't anymore. 
 
If we keep going, there will be no dying- as hoards of "probables" drop from our napalm ball of heart-worth struggles; so focused, so ready to listen, and ready to beat it- maybe if we knew what we were reading. 

I didn't read it. 
I didn't read it. 
I didn't read it. 
I didn't read it. 

I don't need it.

I'm a liar, come and talk for a little. 

Such a trap. 
I feel, like there's a million wounds that just keep opening. 
Such a trap. 

You see how it is.
Such a beauty, but all you feel is hell. 
Somebody hang me up, I'll be your God. 

Draw your signs on me, I'm all you've got.. and that's sad, because  there's nothing to believe in, so go fucking figure. 

Hang myself with notes from blue birds.
I can't help myself, and I'm falling deeper, but I want out.

You're the only one who can't help this, and I just keep suffocating.. in this endless ocean. 

Am I changed?

I can't help you all-- even though I wish I could, I'm only gonna fuck you in the heart.

Lyrics: 

[RU]
(Overwatch Announcer)

[RU/UA]
ЧОТИРИ, ТРИ, ДВА, ОДИН...

[EN]
SERGEANT, CALL BACK! 
BLACK SKY, NAPALM, BOMBS IN MY BACKPACK!

AS TACKED: I'M SO FULL OF IT-- SO FUCKIN' TIRED, HARDWIRED, JUST SICK OF THIS-- MUD DRENCHED, BLOODBATH, BALL PARK MALL RATS CHEW ON THE BACK-END OF OUR NEW ALMANAC.

SIGN MY GRAVE WITH THE MARKER THAT YOU DIDN'T MAKE. 

MY PALM HAS A GRASP, ROUND' YOUR THROAT, MAKE A PACT, AS AN ACTION, IN FACT'S OUR DECLINE IN ATTRACTION. 

PRAISE BE, BE, BE!
PRAISE THEM! 

JUST SHIT IN OUR MOUTHS!

PRAISE BE, BE, BE.. GET THE FUCK OUT MY HEAD!

[RU]
(Overwatch Announcer)

[EN]
WHAT CAN YOU DO TO BE SELF-SUFFICIENT? 
WHAT CAN YOU DO WHEN YOU CAN'T DO SHIT?

DO WHAT? FIND TIME TO PASS TILL' YOU'RE DEAD?
DO WHAT? LEECH FOR THAT BREAD?
SUCK OFF OF OTHERS UNTIL YOU'VE BEEN FED.

WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN YOU CAN'T DO SHIT.

You Horny Posted in the Wrong Crematorium[prod. vincent / thatfox]

This is an older song I remixed into being a bit brighter. 

I gathered an unholy amount of Tenor .GIFS from servers and compiled this all into a surprisingly interesting music video.

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z06WJ8b9eu0

Cumming for Thanos

Cumming For Thanos ( 2^2^ Tenor Edit ) [Remix]

Lyrics: 

[RU]
( Overwatch announcer ) 

[EN]
Caught em' all dead.
Call em' up on a contact, now I'm on callback! 
"Oh, me..."
On facts, on this, on that.. make up your mind!

( What? )

Envious distress, to attest this main nemesis. 
Forklift the little top of his proud premise. 
A bandit or an high-level ionized feralist, like a carrot tip marriage to experience what embarrassed is.

What the fuck's a parallist? "P" for on your interglot, hit, I'm a press( -i-didn't ), get your ass down little bitch so I can finish this.
Sit the fuck down ( legit ), like I'm your failing therapist.

Piss on your chest to detest this mess of of a failing distress to our civil unrest, like a moldy wet diaper pressed undressed as she's suckin' my dick like a dumb fuckin' dog  and we riding this bitch like it's foresight. 

What's our fuckin' problem? ( To be aware or have the right to know what's goin' on? )

Knock you down to Fahrenheit, a marathon of merits for a walking fucking parasite, and every corporate shill that wishes that his girls are tight, I'll force to down a pack a' anthrax so they can sleep at night.

Bitch, your hearin' really "right?"

"%2.1f" [prod Channel32 / thatfox]

Everything's the same, a will I tried to follow.

I can't see, a stop to failing.
It's all the same, through this pain, I now know...

It's all the fuckin' same...

I can't write.

I can't feel, I can't see.
I can't breed, all I need.. 

is hope.

Prolapse

BEATING POLITICIANS TO DEATH WITH HAMMERS

thatfox

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