LYRICS:
The propensity in me
To internalize, to seethe (seethe)
An idiosyncrasy
Symptom of humanity
My cause is oh so lonely
Never empty is the sheath (sheath)
Uniqueness in how I hate (hate!)
Creature of the shadow plane

And that's what is oh so tragic
I can't resist the black magic
In my head I'm wreaking havoc (wreaking havoc)
In their head's a monkey clappin' (cymbals)
But you know that he don't practice
Got no time and got no passion (got no passion)
Begs the questions, am I all bad? (all bad)
Fuckin' no, I'm not, shit's a fad

There we go, adjacent thoughts of evil intent
Always beneath the surface, the idlest of threats (yeah)
That being said, I kinda like you, we should be friends (okay)
Jk, pussy boy, need to buff up your defense!

The propensity in me
To internalize, to seethe (seethe)
An idiosyncrasy
Symptom of humanity
My cause is oh so lonely
Never empty is the sheath (sheath)
Uniqueness in how I hate (hate!)
Creature of the shadow plane

If I die tomorrow, I can't
Know what it was we really had
So I live on just hoping that
The reaper don't come 'fore redempt
Inattention to the obvious
Traitor to my conglomerate (fuckin' traitor!)
Hivemind, monolithic audience
Sympathetic Pilate Pontious

There we go, adjacent thoughts of evil intent
Always beneath the surface, the idlest of threats (yeah)
That being said, I kinda like you, we should be friends (okay)
Jk, pussy boy, need to buff up your defense!
I would never stoop so low to be a pretense
But you know I ain't say shit when pressured to confess
About the creature lurkin' down there in the basement
Sooner will you have a camel through a needle

The propensity in me
To internalize, to seethe (seethe)
An idiosyncrasy
Symptom of humanity
My cause is oh so lonely
Never empty is the sheath (sheath)
Uniqueness in how I hate (hate!)
Creature of the shadow plane

--

Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering

Creature of the Shadow Plane

Creature Of The Shadow Plane

LYRICS:
"Sir, this place is frequented by lords and highland cottars
Your kind is not welcome here, but I can offer water
Take this and go, refrain from speaking to my daughter
Nearest pub's in Canterbury, by the abbey, blah blah blah."

"Sir, this place is frequented by lords and highland cottars
Your kind is not welcome here, I have no holy water
Get up and go, refrain from kneeling at the altar
Nearest pub's in Canterbury, by the abbey, blah blah blah."

"Sir, this place is frequented by fiends and callous rotters
Your kind does not belong here
Rise up, and when you falter, rise up again. Do not heed the siren. No
Capable are you of true salvation, blah blah blah."

--
Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering

When Some Drunken Deadbeat Entered the Place Intending to Wreak Havoc

When some drunken deadbeat entered the place intending to wreak havoc

LYRICS:
Four seasons in which it blooms
The perennial, poisonous shroom
Native to unconscious lands
Invasive, compulsive, cruel

POWER TRIP!

The peasantry is the flock
I am the shepherd who talks
Only in riddles so soft
That I shall hear no rebuttal
To rule an empire
Keep second thoughts to yourself
While soldiers die in the fields
My pride is alive and well

Wretched fungi
Day 'til I die
Kiss on the tip of my dome (stupid idiot bitch, kiss on tip of my dome, let's go!)
She gimme top
Swallow my nut
Sudden infant death syndrome (yeah, sloppy toppy yah)
I cannot get
Over myself
Never reach full potential

To rule an empire
Keep second thoughts to yourself
While soldiers die in the fields
My pride is alive and well

Four seasons in which it blooms
The perennial, poisonous shroom
Eats the flesh of evil men
Stubborn, callous fools

POWER TRIP!

I did not watch "Inside", yuck
Bo Burnham's corny as fuck
At least that's what my friends say
Maybe I'd have a few chuckles
Sometimes I feel like I can't
Can't even think for myself
Who the fuck am I kidding
That bitch as unfunny as hell

Wretched fungi
Day 'til I die
Kiss on the tip of my dome (stupid idiot bitch, kiss on tip of my dome, let's go!)
She gimme top
Swallow my nut
Sudden infant death syndrome (yeah, sloppy toppy yah)
I cannot get
Over myself
Never reach full potential

Sometimes I feel like I can't
Can't even think for myself
Who the fuck am I kidding
That bitch as unfunny as hell

Yeah... that's some theater kid shit
Let's go

--

Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering

Sudden Infant Death Syndrome

LYRICS:
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin'-

Sike! Do you really think I'm fuckin' scared?
Of some smol bean epidemic in the air?
What they gonna do?
Donate cash to H3? He a millionaire!
What's next?
Philosophize 'bout baby shows like Steven Universe?
Yeah, my shawty drives a fuckin' hearse
I'll put you NPCs in back of it, back of it
Cuz you ain't got a life
You traded it for strife

They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
Leave 'em in dust
Lighting McQueen
My shawty bad
She don't like beans
Sanrio girl
Look like My Melody (But on dick she Kuromi!)
Y'all think Happy Bunny Idi (yeah)
Y'all think Happy Bunny Amin (ye)
Because you're such a pussy bitch (mm)
Complain about everything (oo)
Personality: internet soft boy
All shirts ironic Hawaiian (disgusting)
Why don't you cop yourself some fuckin' Rick?
Cuz that mistake you need to Owen!
Oh, you make art?
Show me your file
Fairy hair, chubby feet
That shit vile!
Uggo overalls, corny jokes about Kyle
No original thoughts, no original style, what?!
Wild...
Wild...

They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin' for me
They're comin'-

Sike! Do you really think I'm fuckin' scared?
Of some smol bean epidemic in the air?
What they gonna do?
Donate cash to H3? He a millionaire!
What's next?
Philosophize 'bout baby shows like Steven Universe?
Yeah, my shawty drives a fuckin' hearse
I'll put you NPCs in back of it, back of it
Cuz you ain't got a life (pussy bitch)
You traded it for strife

--

Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering

Smol Bean Epidemic

smol bean Epidemic

LYRICS:
Chronically online,
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide
Chronically online, (line)
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide

But if I pull up to yo home
With a brief case and open it up
And you see that big red nuke button
You'd shit yo pants, drop yo sippy cup (yeah)
I'm on that omnipotent shit
And you're just a follower, pussy ass bitch (pussy bitch)
You never take time to sit down and think
"What if my power was infinite?"
Like that of a demigod (yeah)
Like that of a demagogue
I got me a magic wand
Feel like Jorgen von Strangle (Timmy Turner!)
Enforcer, entangled (yeah)
Obliterate false angels
Confront Timmy with the fact that if it was his own daddy he'd be cryin', "Why they act like that?!"

Chronically online,
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide
Chronically online, (line)
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry (spry)
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide

But you know that when the day comes (come)
When the fruit of your furious fun
First sprouts in the Garden of Eden
You'll crash and burn, identity lost (crash and burn) (yeah)
The serpent is streaming on Twitch (Twitch)
Galvanizing Reddit revolutionaries with this
Thought that they can simply wield what they say
As long as bludgeoning is for reverie's sake!
Like that of a wild hog
Like that of rabid dog
Self-obsessed, pretentious cog
In a machine emitting pettifog (pettifog)
Understand I don't fuck with you bitch
Until you understand the part that is a piece of shit
Wait a decade for the boogie man to flake
Hope that decade causes your mores to break

Chronically online, (yeah)
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide
Chronically online, (line)
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry (spry)
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide
Chronically online,
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide
Chronically online, (line)
The crow can't be seen for the murder is spry (spry)
Make a C-List celeb
Commit fuckin' suicide

--

Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering
Cover Art by TRASHE https://www.instagram.com/trash_she_/

Chronically Online

LYRICS:
(Let's go)
Devilish ego
Devilish ego (yeah)
In my frilly, gothic clothes
Think ya fuckin' know
Think ya fuckin' know
Post-ironic bro
Love my silly flow
Devilish ego
Devilish ego (yeah)
In my frilly, gothic clothes
Think ya fuckin' know
Think ya fuckin' know
Post-ironic bro
Love my silly flow

So much so much so
So much so much that
When he wasn't lookin', Raggy got the automatic
Wreakin' havoc, wreakin' havoc, ain't it fuckin' tragic?
Teehee! Target dummy ain't for practice
"You're dramatic! You're dramatic! Why you so dramatic?!"
Said he, moral tippy toes metallic
Pussy tryna see the show
See my Rick under capote
I could slit that bitch's throat
Say my culture ain't his own
That'd be enough, I suppose
Keep 'em quiet, keep 'em camped
Otherworld eclipse the sun
They gon' put that shit on God
So mysterious (ious)
So mysterious, you can't imagine that I'd be a (be a)
Can't imagine I'd be a genuine participant (ipant)
A participant in this war, but it's quite obvious
I got a shawty who tell me I just needa chill
But she don't know I get dopamine from double kills
That's alright baby, keep pickin' daffodils
I'm only friends of friends with Nero, he ain't here

(Let's go)
Devilish ego
Devilish ego (yeah)
In my frilly, gothic clothes
Think ya fuckin' know
Think ya fuckin' know
Post-ironic bro
Love my silly flow
Devilish ego
Devilish ego (yeah)
In my frilly, gothic clothes
Think ya fuckin' know
Think ya fuckin' know
Post-ironic bro
Love my silly flow

Like a seething plague of enigmatic rats
Lil Paronychia infect the fuckin' masses
Rat king, rat king, rat king go!
Tied together by a fury guised as grandiose
Rat king, rat king, rat king go!
Can't escape the feeling that it's all a fuckin' joke!
This rat squeal about a mole
We shall eat him, head to toe
That rat kill the next door vole
Special guest No Jumper Show
Back in Brooklyn, really thought
'Bout my problems, 'bout a lot
Put that shit on Notes App cuz
Romance is a tourniquet
Bitch, I'm furious (ious)
I'm furious from all angles and yet it's spurious (ious)
Said the Fantano viewer who is not too curious (ious)
About what makes out a clown of something so serious
I got a shawty who tell me I just needa chill
But she don't know I get dopamine from double kills
That's alright baby, keep pickin' daffodils
I'm only friends of friends with Nero, he ain't here

(Let's go)
Devilish ego
Devilish ego (yeah)
In my frilly, gothic clothes
Think ya fuckin' know
Think ya fuckin' know
Post-ironic bro
Love my silly flow
Devilish ego
Devilish ego (yeah)
In my frilly, gothic clothes
Think ya fuckin' know
Think ya fuckin' know
Post-ironic bro
Love my silly flow

--

Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering

After Dark, I Reload

LYRICS:
Once a lover, never fighter, that's what sensei said
I got an excellent credit score, but a sleep debt
Come afternoon, and I'm deluded by my innocence
Tacit agreement with bureaucracies of fake friends
Sloppy toppy in the back of a Mercedes-Benz
Cowardly hypotheticals amuck in my head
For conceited hibernation I was surely bred
Comically, uncertainty's my existential dread

Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy, k?
We were never friends
You occupied a place
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey, babe
No, I ain't sweet like that
Ain't no candy cane
Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy, hey!
You just served your purpose
Now get out the way
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey, babe
No, I ain't sweet like that
Ate a Warhead today

As I walk through the valley of evil evergreem
I can smell humiliation mixed with kerosene
Know that when the time is right it'll all come crashing in
Vituperation from swallows reduced to ash and sin
And part of me know that my melancholy bullshit
Pathetic excuse for a man who's got the time, yeah
No, it was never my intention to resolve shit
Rather use you as an inspirational punching bag

Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy, k?
We were never friends
You occupied a place
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey, babe
No, I ain't sweet like that
Ain't no candy cane
Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy, hey!
You just served your purpose
Now get out the way
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey
Don't call me honey, babe
No, I ain't sweet like that
Ate a Warhead today

And now my life is over.

--

Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering

Don't Call Me Buddy

LYRICS:
Gon fuck with me lil boi?
Needa last laugh more than all life's joys
Throw it all down the drain
Gon fuck with we lil boi?
Banned from the circle that you toyed with
Excommunication
Last night had dream lil boi?
Throwin' lotta punches but in slow motion?
Paralysis demon
Why can't you see lil boi?
Worm no yellowjacket and thus he lives coldly

Stare at Roku City nightlife
The highlights
Oh oh
Thinkin' what my life could be like
The limelight
Oh oh
Got an anger that's unrefined
And no time
No no
Can't let parasites eat my insides
Undefined
Oh oh
But shawty ass look fat in Levi's
That's my vice
Oh oh
Priority's a dub, not being
In my feelings
Oh oh
Tunnel vision make me impolite
That's just fine
Ho ho!
Turn into the monsters I fight
I just might
Oh oh
Might just explode and the world's not even against me yet
Might be good practice for when Judas claim I'm counterfeit
Yeah, L. Tapeworm disciples, don't really care 'bout none of 'em
We strictly business bitch, until I look down upon 'em
Cuz I won't be no lil boi longer than y'all workin' shifts
Short emperor, I kick the cash cow off the parapet
Thank you for your time and the rage induced, know I mean it
Unfortunately, your troubled home life, don't give a fuck about it
Stupid ass mutt
Rot in your rut
One thing I hate
In addition
To a berserk
Degenerate
Is when they're also
Fuckin' dumb
Oh, look at you!
Learned a new word
Nobody cares
Shut the fuck up
Hardly do you
You're performative
Spend all your time
On Reddit posts
Instigate means forfeit your right
To blame plight
Oh oh
Reticule vision bilaterally
Hot like ice
Oh oh
Lovely couple championing new rights
John Lennon
Yoko
Once I done it everything will be alright
Least my pride
Oh oh

Gon fuck with me lil boi?
Needa last laugh more than all life's joys
Throw it all down the drain
Gon fuck with we lil boi?
Banned from the circle that you toyed with
Excommunication
Last night had dream lil boi?
Throwin' lotta punches but in slow motion?
Paralysis demon
Why can't you see lil boi?
Worm no yellowjacket and thus he lives coldly

--

Written, Recorded, and Mixed by L. Tapeworm
Mastered by Dave Greenberg at Sonopod Mastering

Lil Boi

lil boi

Lil Boi (Lil-Er Version)

lil boi (lil-er version)

LYRICS:
Hail to the Mushroom King!
Hail to the Mushroom King!
Put an end to this threat of otherworldly normies
Shut the gate, shut the gate, shut the gate
Leave us alone
They cannot be saved, they are the enemy
Give a pig a pancake and he'll only want some more of it
Give a man some power and he'll only want some more of it
Freedom was and has become the afterthought
Love your inner, kind totalitarian

I'm alone in a gray tower
I got everything to lose
So I oppress from a distance
Watchin' cringe comps on YouTube
Do you maybe think the Pope
Thinks the same way that I do?
Just wish to maximize Heaven?
Not ask what Jesus would do (What would He do?)
It's the beginning of Hell Week
And I've got the Sunday blues (ooo)
The peasants are back with their pitchforks outside my window while I make money move
An enemy with no face
Doesn't quite hit the same nerve
Side effects don't matter, long as it can stop the burn

I am the son of a duke
Yo daddy the village fool
I command ten thousand men
They all agree with my rule
Please do not make eye contact
When I am speaking to you
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes
I am the son of a duke
Yo daddy the village fool
I command ten thousand men
They all agree with my rule
Please do not make eye contact
When I am speaking to you
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes

Hail to the Mushroom King!
Hail to the Mushroom King!
Hollow bones allow for flight at first signs of scrutiny
Flap your wings, flap your wings, flap your wings
Them pussies blown away
They do not possess the correct energy
"Life or death verse my own values," I ask myself every day (every day)
We don't know the consequences of our actions 'til V-Day
Y'all who ain't so close to me just some numbers
Empathy is finite, I just count the tolls

When I come down from this tower
Fabric of a nation just bruised
I will see that I was right about all you emotionally stunted buffoons
There was never any problem
No elephant in my room
No skeleton in my closet
No good reason to like you (nope)
But change is an immature kraken
Republicans man the harpoons
Tentacles are minds of their own with real lives, yet the tribal head's what they must shoot
So all I can do is just brood
So all I can do is just brood
I've got no support system, told my psychologist how to feel

I am the son of a duke
Yo daddy the village fool
I command ten thousand men
They all agree with my rule
Please do not make eye contact
When I am speaking to you
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes
I am the son of a duke
Yo daddy the village fool
I command ten thousand men
They all agree with my rule
Please do not make eye contact
When I am speaking to you
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes
You think it's funny
Some nihilistic cringe festival
I tell ya, honey
I'm thinkin' 'bout ya more than you know
Shit hurts my tummy
The stress combined with coffee, Red Bull
Yeah, I'm makin' money
But not enough to 1-up my soul
You think it's funny
Some nihilistic cringe festival
I tell ya, honey
I'm thinkin' 'bout ya more than you know
Shit hurts my tummy
The stress combined with coffee, Red Bull
Yeah, I'm makin' money
But not enough to 1-up my soul

My skin crawls in the night like I'm Jake Gyllenhaal
But I don't want to feel nothing at all
Oh my God, he is totally me...

I am the son of a duke
Yo daddy the village fool
I command ten thousand men
They all agree with my rule
Please do not make eye contact
When I am speaking to you
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes
I am the son of a duke
Yo daddy the village fool
I command ten thousand men
They all agree with my rule
Please do not make eye contact
When I am speaking to you
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes
When sloppy toppy concludes
When sloppy toppy concludes
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes
When sloppy toppy concludes
When sloppy toppy concludes
And remember to curtsy
When sloppy toppy concludes

L. Tapeworm

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