produced by @audiomiraj

i know how to hurt
i know how to heal
i know who to maim 
and how blood congeals  
they like to say no one ever died from wanting too much 
but then i’ve ended countless lives with a single touch
no double dutch
the world doesn’t have enough for me 
i need a galaxy
who’s that gal you see?
yung galadriel with the pure polished insanity 
reality’s a construct that i control with my gadgetry 
i’m up in a tree to tactfully tranquilize a tragedy 
life’s timeline is tedious i need it all then some + more 
nothing else would satisfy but an all-out planetary war 
we sanctify the sacrilege with a horn through the matador  
blood mats the floor, hey what’s that vermin-filled vat for? 
feel free to use my innermost innards for a kissing booth
been sent on a fact-finding mission but still missing the truth 
talked to dr. ruth so my wardrobe always stays uncouth
got you in duct tape to the face in a room with no walls or roof
but that’s just me jaded with my puny world
in a whirligig vomiting, spewing out puerile pearls 
i vanquish their anguish + hit all the angles
new-fangled nootropics emerging from the tangle
at dusk i blow blofeld and then our minds meld
got bastions of beasts that simply refuse to be quelled 
shiny weapons of mass destruction, all shrunk down to handheld
got top secret testimony compelled from the unparalleled
parallel dimension for my death, rebirth + ascension 
there are some things you have to promise to never mention 
like, for one, the sexual tension at the vivisection 
cuz i need that pension so don’t blow up my fucking profession 
performing premature autopsies they really ought to stop me
i get real sloppy with all these male model carbon copies
transform perfect structures in to junked-out jalopies
i just don’t get people, i better understand dead bodies
you’ll soon shuffle off this mortal coil
cuz i’ve got my thigh portal oiled
gargoyles line my cunt ready to roil
packaged in the panic room, 
prepare for titanic doom
embalmed, plopped in an inorganic tomb 
under a manic moon

Not Enough (prod. miraJ)

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my name is Stylus the Dixie Biscuit.  dont jealous me.
my work has been described as the "peanut butter, guava juice, king kong, phat gorilla grip pussy [kkpggp] of fashun." 

so grease your moose knuckles, terry rimmer and the black batman are here to pimp out your ears. 
left side. 
lots of love from the adelphi jumanji dimension

“run fast lubeman” these tracks I’ve collected are slippery 
Broadcasted nonstop over my private webwaves

I’m just a guy born & raised in St Louis who writes & spits raps when he can.

My Top Ten Favorite  MC’s 
1. MF Doom 
2. El-P
3. Nas
4. Stefan Burnett
5. jpegmafia
6. Danny Brown 
7. People Under The Stairs 
8. BussDriver 
9. Wiley

George Zimmerman Should Rot In Hell (If Only Hell Existed) 

If you’re putting in work making music I WILL FOLLOW BACK!!!!!!￼

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-  “I went round the second time, feeling with my hands, and there was nothing. Then I went round the third time, feeling with my hands, and the story was all true, and I wished that the years were gone by, and that I had not so long a time to wait before I was happy for ever and ever.“ - “The White People”(1904) Written By Arthur Machen

-  “Oh God,' he thought, 'What a bloody silly way to die”- “Don’t Look Now”(1971) Written By Daphne du Maurier

-  “There was an undoubted affinity in his mind between the two great passions of his life: revolution and good brew. The taste of one immediately brought to mind the other.” -“Boule de Suif et Autres Contes de la Guerre”(1880) Written By Guy de Maupassant

 -  “He noticed me not, but resumed his solemn walk, while I, ceasing to follow, remained absorbed in contemplation. "This old man," I said at length, "is the type and the genius of deep crime. He refuses to be alone. He is the man of the crowd. It will be in vain to follow; for I shall learn no more of him, nor of his deeds. The worst heart of the world is a grosser book than the 'Hortulus Animæ,' * and perhaps it is but one of the great mercies of God that 'er lasst sich nicht lesen.'” “The Man of the Crowd” (1840) Written By Edgar Allan Poe

-  “People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is the first thing I hear when I come back to the city.” “Less Than Zero” (1985) Written By Bret Easton Ellis

-  “The dark side of life, and the horror of it, belonged to a world that lay remote from his own select little atmosphere of books and dreamings.” “The Empty House”(1907) Written By Algernon Blackwood

“Anybody can insult a tramp. These jerks wanna see a sweet, clean virgin get insulted and stripped.” “A Confederacy of Dunces” (1980) written by John Kennedy Toole

Not Enough (prod. miraJ)

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