I Put A Spell On You (on iTunes)

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We’re all sweaty from the night before,
passing out on the floor…but we’ll still take a little more.
Drunk texts; people meet up at the door so no one leaves with empty hands.

Grab it, grab it. hold it.
This is your night just own it, 
your beautiful and know it,
we won’t leave with empty hands.
Grab it, grab it. hold it.
This is your night just own it, 
your beautiful and know it,
drunk as fuck and we don’t care!

The speakers are knocking my cups off the top of them, dropping them.
I’m letting it slide cause she’s letting me slide my hand up, and i’ll just let this rock.
Exploring and more and we duck in a corridor, 
touring her body like i was a doctor, bitch, i aint a doctor, i’ll just let it rock.
it’s four in the morning, i’m not even sure if i’m on this planet, 
where the fuck is my jacket? don’t even know if i had, i’ll just let it rock.
she told me to whisper, in the beginning i listened,
but she started to scream and i thought,
well fuck it, i’ll just let it rock!

make sure you’re bleeding for a reason,
we’re all screaming for our freedoms
every cut releases a demon
cheers to this evening.


We’re all sweaty from the night before,
passing out on the floor…but we’ll still take a little more.
Drunk texts; people meet up at the door so no one leaves with empty hands.

Empty Hands

supermarket sushi, what the fuck you got to lose? Even though I'm bummy people know i got the juice. supermarket sushi, what the fuck you got to prove? I aint got no money, people know i got the juice. PEOPLE KNOWN I GOT THE JUICE.
supermarket sushi, broke and acting boujee, wtf you got to lose?
PEOPLE KNOW I GOT THE JUICE
supermarket sushi, broke and actin boujee, wtf you got to prove?
(that was the chorus, nerds.)

JJ Demon's verse:
runnin... runnin, runnin, runnin...
when it gets chilly you won't see me choppin onions
if I set foot in Philly they will throw me back in the dungeon
when i was a teenager I stayed with the burner like Robert Bunsen
I will pick apart your clothes, I will pick apart your kicks
I will pick apart your flows, I'm a Quisinart at this
Look at the way that I flick it, I'm a wizard with the wrist.
I'm like Rza with the razor, isn't it amazing, glitter like a BITCH
I got the juice, the sauce, the jelly, the syrup, the serum.
I got the gravy, the lemon meringue and you shouldn't get near him
I got the latest of fits, all my fashion is bought off of clearance.
While you report to police about you girlfriend and her disappearance.
Now I don't got a lot of cheese. And I don't got alot of bread.
But I got a little lettuce so let us forget about it for a sec. 
Despite the fact, I'm getting better and better instead of looking like I'm less. My writing pattern's on a level you'll never ascend to, so rub it on your fuckin chest (asshole) *halo emoji*



Fidget spinner spinning for six minutes.  I'm giving it another 6 minutes...I'm disinterested at that point. Ba ba, get back boy. All the way from the back of the food stamp line you get smacked boy. Eating chicken patties out the freezer no meat in em more like a cardboard out of a car door but it's cheap livin'. Dab in the sauce the sauce gravy teriyaki and guacamole, but like Um. forget it. I'm broke as fuck but i got the juice. The juice; Propane, I got OJ just like I'm forensics. Forget it. Searching for yellow tags cuz were doin' bad, but bad depends on how look at it. And it looks like we're doing bad. The state of affairs that the worlds in. The hate in the stares from the pulpit. The gain of a man who's a culprit. Feeling like you're put on the earth as a burden for the upper class like you're fucking dirt kids, made with no purpose. Elect a clown, get a circus.

Supermarket Sushi

I'll be "happy" for halloween
I'll be "happy" for halloween

I've been zombified, cemetery buried and i'm very fucking used to it. lucifer's nuisance kid's back with a vengeance, we're both done pretending she's old enough to control her touch, she's pro at the vending. bar tending, parts bending. he's ordered a double, but got a slut for the night. scary part's she's barely taught and now she won't die. have you ever wanted to gouge someones eyes out as you fucked? that was our last year together. she prefers the chase; not the kill. it's the slaughter that she can't fill. when i go down i'll make sure she goes down in flames. I wanna bury her, no tears will water her grave. she's a habit leaver, she's got a tormented mattress, bitch you an angry beaver, like norb and dagget. i got a body bag, cause they say that hate is baggage. how much you think that bitch weigh? 95? 94 with no sandwich. hacksaw to the actress, all just for practice for the next girl i find off her book of matches.

i want to wear the skin you've sinned in.
I'll be "happy" for halloween
i want to wear the skin you've sinned in.
I'll be "happy" for halloween
cut a smile in my fucking throat. 
cut a smile in my fucking throat. 
I'll be "happy" for halloween, I'll be "happy" for halloween.

i just hit up her new boy, cause i can. he acting all macho man at summerslam. he aint even cute doe! downgrade! he a ransom frog. he's hardcore with a keyboard, lemme see that bleach amanda todd. lynch the bitch and since she a dog, she'll fly to heaven. couldn't ditch the mask of hide the tension.  I won't collapse alone, 9/11. i should have shook you last summer, whore. "but how she look dude?"  ask hunter moore. if she's the star, i'm going straight home. i say "fuck this movie", James holmes.  there's what she's got, and the rest are treatable. i bet the titty milk green like reptar cereal. it's been too long of being after her, i should have know it was hell when i didn't laugh enough. i wasn't ready for the levy break, steady on my destination, breaking since before jevee dropped the "massacre." the last time, i shouldn't have gassed it up, pretend it was the end, our masks on, we have plastic touch. but i'm not into it, i'm hungry; flesh fits. and that skin you're in'll be sunday's best, bitch. 

i want to wear the skin you've sinned in.
I'll be "happy" for halloween
i want to wear the skin you've sinned in.
I'll be "happy" for halloween
cut a smile in my fucking throat. 
cut a smile in my fucking throat. 
I'll be "happy" for halloween, I'll be "happy" for halloween.

Happy (for) Halloween (DEMO)

All the bitches in the club like "I just wanna dance" and the kids are smoking dubs like "I just wanna dance" so let's have a party

So meet me at the party, I've been here way before it started. All the bottles are cracked, Cognac by the flat screen. "Tatts on Tatts" banging full blast, where the Jack at? The sin, I mean the skin is where the fucking art is.  Spizz in the crib, ma, drop it like it's hot. All the kids in the living room fill it to the top. Kegstand! Hit it up!  Grab a partner, to the bed and split a dutch. Once the puffing's done, it's a rush to fun…but he's too drunk. Sorry Cinderella, your Prince Charmings' pumpkin's shrunk.  What a slut, leaving a glass slipper on the stairs; it's a cry for attention and no one cares. But what's the hot topic? Is it Hot Topic? But you're not honest if you say that you're not on six or seven drinks.  Bitch, you're slurring and topless.

Ok, it's the walk of shame; the pinnacle, the miracle. Who just got laid? Pinnacle the liquor, not the top of the chain. No more subliminal tips of the blade, cynically literal spit in your face. Inching through interviews, I'm sick of your name.  Institutes hint gruesome things, I swear I'm sane; tie me up, you can have my brain.  Pick up the cups and chug a lug lug. It aint the love bug, but my pocket's on that "buzz buzz."  This is my precious fucking time that you're violating, you know I hear it v-v-v-v-v…oh wait, it's JJ. "What up dude?" "Ski!" "Pick up more ladies when you come through and maybe a little skunk too!" See, everyone would be chillin' if it were up to me. Just found a random bag in my dungarees. A fumbled huddle aka cuddle puddle, means double trouble or triple dip ins.  Sweet and sour sauce on chickens stripping. Damn. 

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Jacob Beck 1