in a time of division and hostility, an item of shared admiration arises.

An item of sound. BOOOOOOOH.

"Song" (Explicit)

In this age of distorted wisdoms, one event is making the rounds as a potential patch to salvation. 720 people and moneys converging upon a littleral glaze of whory.

Discovering these as what they are may come as a surprise to some, but to others, they are whatever but the opposite.

One giant bowl fileld with rye and grapes. Piss in the toilet/mouth.

Damn Tahmn

Welcome to the end of the world. Today it's Cronnavaris. 666 heil satan.

EAR EAR EAR ARM ARM ARM LEG LEG LEG EAR ARM LEG HEAD ARM LEG FOOT LEG.

Rated R for Reeeeeeet.

Chicken of the Cave (Explicit)

Whenever a note of music hits your eardrum, an angel is summoned to 'REDACTED' kids. Whenever kids are 'REDACTED' some are born. 

This is the circle of life.

SkittleTunes Feat. Spøgelser - Smadrer dit Hus mix (Explicit)

In the midst of this global meltdown a brand new tune™️ arises from the depths of Smirnoff Vodka.

A brand new global phenomenon created to dismantle our collective understanding of what a true tune™️ can be. A distillation of tune™️ so dense that a mere drop may lead to absolute madness.

Over The Electric AIDS Patient (Explicit)

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