Camo'd Up

Breakup Country

I Don't Wanna Hold Your Hand

Watch Me Bleed

I guess I felt sorry for you
You looked sad and blue, you looked torn and bruised
Then I took a closer look at you
There were marks on you with paint and tattoos
I thought you were misunderstood
But then I knew you weren't any good
Never met a worse person than you
I never met a worse person than you

We met up IRL taking photographs to tell your tale
Well, no one wants your autograph
Except your autistic, special ed cabal
Hell, you look really fucking dumb
Anyone can play a guitar or drums
You met up IRL
It was F-A-I-L
It was F-A-I-L

You sat around all day long
Listening to all those boring songs
You fucked around all day long
Ripping off the bong and everyone
I thought you were misunderstood
But then I knew you weren't any good
Never met a worse person than you
I never met a worse person than you

We met up IRL taking photographs to tell your tale
Well, no one wants your autograph
Except your autistic, special ed cabal
Hell, you look really fucking dumb
Anyone can play a guitar or drums
You met up IRL
It was F-A-I-L
It was F-A-I-L

I guess you need a bad guy in your life
I guess you can't say goodbye without suicide
I guess you got some problems, well I got mine
I guess I'm pretty fed up with all your lies

You met up IRL
It was F-A-I-L
It was F-A-I-L

I'm S-tier
You don't even come near
Nowhere near my tier
You don't have a career, I'm Shakespeare
I'm S-tier
You're not even last year
Your music hurts my ears
You're fucking F-tier, you're weird
I'm S-tier

I'm S-tier, I'm S-tier
And you really need to disappear
And you really need to disappear

Your songs have no plays
You are lowkey gay
You are low IQ
I don't fuck with you
You have fucking issues
You have mental illnesses
You like sucking penises
I'm not fucking with it

The people fucking with it
Are literally autistic
Y'all need to be bullied
Y'all need to be buried
I'm Shakespeare, da Vinci
S-tier and I'm drippy
You're a dirty hippy
You are not in my league
I'm sexy, you're ugly

I'm S-tier, I'm S-tier
And you really need to disappear
And you really need to disappear
You're F-tier

I'm S-tier
You don't even come near
Nowhere near my tier
You don't have a career, I'm Shakespeare
I'm S-tier
You're not even last year
Your music hurts my ears
You're fucking F-tier, you're weird
I'm S-tier

I'm S-tier, I'm S-tier
And you really need to disappear
And you really need to disappear
You're F-tier
I'm S-tier

S-tier

I'm camo'd up, don't give a fuck
Shoot you down like a buck
Run you down with my truck
To the ground, you're out of luck
I'm camo'd up, suck my cock
Shoot you down with my Glock
Run you down, out of town
With my truck, I'm camo'd up
Camo'd up
Camo'd up

Camo'd up in the swamp
On the block with my Glock
Walk and talk in my Crocs
Rock and roll, I'm on patrol
Who are you? I don't know
Ammo dump into your soul
Camo'd up, out of control
Don't give a fuck in Mossy Oak

Camo'd up with 30 mags
I'm coming up, you're in the back
Sucking dick like it's fun
I'm in the truck with your mom
Camo'd up with 30 bands
Fucking up your favorite bands
Realtree Edge, my favorite brand
30 Glock up in your glands

This ain't multicam, it's Badlands
I might be a bad man
I might be the bad guy
Say goodnight, say goodbye
Realtree Edge and AP
Mossy Oak Infinity
I'm coming up, I'm royalty
I'm camo'd up, you're nobody

I'm camo'd up, don't give a fuck
Shoot you down like a buck
Run you down with my truck
To the ground, you're out of luck
I'm camo'd up, suck my cock
Shoot you down with my Glock
Run you down, out of town
With my truck, I'm camo'd up

You got nothing to say
But everyone to blame
You act so proud
You should be ashamed

You got nothing to do
But everything to lose
You cry out loud
You're being abused

I can see and hear
I don't really care
I don't understand
I don't wanna be your friend

I can think and feel
I don't think you're real
I don't understand
I don't wanna be your friend

I don't wanna hear from you
Hear about the things you do
I don't wanna hear you out
About what you're going through
It's a pretty simple fact
I don't like the way you act
We really can't talk it out
I don't wanna talk it out

I Wish Blocking People Would Kill Them

You said you're gonna smash the industry
You believe in fairy tales and fantasy
You're lost in your asshole
You suck and you swallow
You rhyme note by note with a song somebody else wrote

You're too short
And you're ugly
You're on drugs
You're unfunny
You're too weird
And you can't sing
You can't write
You're annoying

You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid
You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid

You wore a leather jacket, smoked a cigarette
I guess for some reason that means punk's not dead
You're lost in your asshole
You suck and you swallow
You rhyme note by note with a song somebody else wrote

You're too short
And you're ugly
You're on drugs
You're unfunny
You're too weird
And you can't sing
You can't write
You're annoying

You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid
You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid

I Can't Believe You're That Stupid

You need to shut up
Or keep sucking cock
'Cause when you sing a song
It sounds like it's all wrong
You should go back to your bong

But the songs I sing
Are sweet like tea
But when you sing a song
It sounds like it's all wrong
You sound really fucking dumb

You need to shut up
Please shut the fuck up
'Cause when you sing a song
It sounds like it's all
Sounds like it's all
Sounds like it's all
Wrong

Another Diss Track

I'm yawning through the ceiling
And I hold on to that feeling
I end my sentence with a comma
But there's no ending to the drama

And I feel like shit
I'm too old for this
I don't want to play
But I need to win
There's no time to waste
And no room for saves
I don't want to lose
But I don't want to play

And I'm crawling in the darkness
And I'm losing all my kindness
I end my sentence with a comma
But there's no ending to the drama

And I feel like shit
I'm too old for this
I don't want to play
But I need to win
There's no time to waste
And no room for saves
I don't want to lose
But I don't want to play

Original Soundtrack

I got this headache
From all of my mistakes
My eyes are blurry
And all I do is worry
I'm cold and hungry
And it stopped being funny
A long, long time ago
The more I learn, the less I know

I got this feeling
Everything is bleeding
My heart is draining
And I just keep complaining
I feel defeated
And I just keep repeating
The same old tired lines
The more I search, the less I find

The best of what I give to you
Ya take it like it's old and used
I can't believe the things you do
When you know how much it means to me
Ya act like I can't hear or see

I got this headache
From all of my mistakes
My eyes are blurry
And all I do is worry
I'm cold and hungry
And it stopped being funny
And maybe it never was
The more I play, the more I want to pause

The best of what I give to you
Ya take it like it's old and used
I can't believe the things you do
When you know how much it means to me
Ya act like I can't hear or see

The best of what I give to you
Ya act like it's not enough for you

The Best Of

I'm so lazy
And everybody hates me
And they all agitate me
I think I'm going crazy
And no one's gonna save me
I'm so lazy
I'm so lazy

Sleepy
Dragging my feet slowly
My apathy controls me
Rain is always pouring
Everything is boring
I'm so lazy
I'm so lazy

I'm not lucid
I feel so disconnected
I think I might be stupid
I think my brain is melting
And nothing's really helping
I'm so lazy
I'm so lazy

I'm so lazy
I'm so lazy

Lazy

Realtree Sheets (Alternate Mix)

All Ghillied Up (Alternate Mix)

Heavy Metal (Alternate Mix)

My Head Feels Like it's Filled with Concrete (Alternate Mix)

Rip Out My Heart (Alternate Mix)

Everything Went Wrong (Alternate Mix)

Everyday Weekend (Alternate Mix)

Goodbye

Murder On My Mind

1965

Mkultra Victim

A Punk Song

and michael cera ruined a whole generation of white boys

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World Ruined a Whole Generation of Women

Disgusted With Myself

Left On Read

Cops Beating Down On Hippie Scum At The 1968 Democratic National Convention

You Shouldn't Be Allowed to Listen to Music If You Watch the Needle Drop

Mkultra Support Group

Egirl

Woke up again today
With no missions and zero strength
I don't know how to play
And I don't want to anyway
Need to delete this game
And go back to another save

But my hard drive's fucked
Zero charisma, zero luck
I don't have any skills
Or the XP to fix my build

The simulation's fucked
Everything and everybody sucks
NPCs hate my guts
I wanna quit, want to log off
I'm not having any fun

(My hard drive's fucked) I'm not having any fun
(Zero charisma, zero luck) I'm not having any fun
(The simulation's fucked) I'm not having any fun
(I'm not having any fun) I'm not having any fun

Life is an RPG and I Fucked Up My Build

Lost and Found

Find a way
To make them pay
Win the game
Play through the pain
Kill them all
And fuck the world
Break away
And shoot the curl

Battle city
Battle city
Battle city
Battle city
Eat you up
Chew you out
Knock you down
On the ground
Beat you up
Take you out
Knock you down
On the ground

Battle city
Battle city
Battle city
Battle city
Eat you up
Chew you out
Knock you down
On the ground
Beat you up
Take you out
Knock you down
On the ground

Battle City

I can't sleep and I don't wanna dream
Because you come back to me
And I don't want an apology
Just stay away from me
I can't sleep and I don't wanna dream
Because you come back to me
When I wake you're still in my brain
And it brings me pain it brings me

Pain into my life
Headaches and shame
Misery and rain
It cuts like a knife
Memories that won't go away
Go away
And I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
Because you come back to me
Hate, heartaches and tears
Wasted years
Memories of yesterday

I heard your name somewhere today
And I couldn't explain my state
Of mind I tried hard to find
How I felt inside and how I tried to hide
I can't sleep and I don't wanna dream
Because you come back to me
When I wake you're still in my brain
And it brings me pain it brings me

Pain into my life
Headaches and shame
Misery and rain
It cuts like a knife
Memories that won't go away
Go away
And I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
Because you come back to me
Hate, heartaches and tears
Wasted years
Memories of yesterday

I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream
I can't sleep
I don't wanna dream

I Can't Sleep

You said hello then you said goodbye
Then you said hello once more
I let you in then you walked right out
So now I locked the door
No more open book soliloquies
No more wearing my heart on my sleeve
I fucked it up by spilling my guts
Now I keep it all inside of me

I would rather die alone
Than live life with your love
I would rather die a lonely death
Then rest with the angels up above

I don't know where you been or what you did
Nor do I care to hear you confess
Because I really don't want to know
It's not any of my business
I've learned to look down on love
I've learned that I can't hold on
To the way I used to be used to you
Or the way that you made me blue

So I'd rather die alone
Than live life with your love
I would rather die a lonely death
Then rest with the angels up above
I would rather never see your face
Or hear your voice again
Never read a message that you wrote to me
Until I'm finally dead
Because the Lord knows I tried
But you had to let me down
I guess that's all right
Who cares it's all over now

Die Alone

gunguy831 doesn't have any fun
So he shoots his guns all day long
He really misses his mom

Gun guy why you got to be such a sad guy
Those egirls aren't helping with your warped world, fucked up
World view, the federal agents coming after you
I'll pray for you
I'll pray for you

Gun guy shooting up, blowing off ewhores
They love you but don't really love you, they use you
Hey boy, use your head don't be a wasteoid
Playboy
You gay boy

Jesus Christ loves you and your mother
You'll be together, just hold it together
Jesus Christ wants you to be a lover
You loser
You fucking school shooter

gunguy831 doesn't have any fun
So he shoots his guns all day long
And he paid me to write this song

Gun guy why you got to be such a sad guy
Those egirls aren't helping with your warped world, fucked up
World view, the federal agents coming after you
I'll pray for you
I'll pray for you

Jesus Christ will love you forever
Always endeavor, no matter the weather
Jesus Christ bunked with you in the slammer
You sucker
You lucky motherfucker

Gun guy why you got to be such a sad guy
Those egirls aren't helping with your warped world, fucked up
World view, the federal agents coming after you
I'll pray for you
I'll pray for you

gunguy831 loves to shoot his guns all day long
gunguy831 loves to shoot his guns all day long

gunguy831

Sink into the Ground

Beamer Boy

I got this special disease
It makes it very hard for me
To understand or realize what's advertised
It makes me seem a little weird
Say things that seem a little queer
And I think too much about this and that and such and such

Autism in my brain
I'm special what can I say
Fluoride and cell phone rays
Radiated plastic face
Yeah y'know I got some rhythm
Maybe that's just autism
I'm a special boy what can I say

I got this special disease
It's sweeping 'cross the country
If you stare too long at computer screens you might end up like me
Don't listen to celebrities
Don't listen to the companies
They wanna warp your mind, it happens all the time

Autism in my brain
I'm special what can I say
Fluoride and cell phone rays
Radiated plastic face
Yeah y'know I got some rhythm
Maybe that's just autism
I'm a special boy what can I say

NEGATIVE XP

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