Special thanks to Mike Jaxx (@HydroxJaxx) and Mitch Steinfeld (@CheetahVision) 





I'm a plain jane spastic
Trapped in the past with a flask full of absinthe 
Several agitas combine to drive me batshit
Life just ain't the same since naptime's absence 
Can navigate a labyrinth far faster than average 
Coat full of holes stitched over with meager fabric
Every single measure that I take is very drastic
I'm majoring in rapping with a minor in the classics 
Cause I'm a sucker for the Greeks
Other motherfuckers they can suffer in the heat
In case of asthma keep a puffer by the seat
Call me Paddy Pontifex I need a buffer in the streets
You're now rocking with the fresh faced fuckup
Vacuum in my chest so my breath space's sucked up
No time for jib jab
Far too ambitious 
It's Gonzo rap call me Hunter S Riff Raff


Sitting on a stolen throne, servants feed me sour grapes
Failed to keep my virgin soul inside its Eddie Bauer case
God set up a saving booth but I showed up an hour late
Maybe Machiavelli's right and life is just a power chase
Shit. That's a bunch of nonsense
Had to take it back because it went against my conscience 
It's monstrous, rap game Lyndon Baines Johnson
Colder than the motherfucking winters in Wisconsin
But I hail from the mitten state
And do this all just strictly for the spittin's sake 
Swerving on the interstate, acting godly getting based,
slicing time and splitting space 
I'm never fittin written fate
The illest wordsmith in Picadilly Circus
My opponent looks visibly nervous
Perfect
Shiny on the shoulder like a charming army captain
Call me Charlie Chaplin I'm a star with gnarly backspin
You can tell I'm cultured by my smarmy foreign accent
Sculpting my sonatas in Solaris' starry absence 

Gonzo (prod. Verb T)

@TheHashFinger. 
Get the album LESSONS right now: http://hashfinger.bandcamp.com/
Shouts out to Antoine Fuqua 




I'm snide like whiplash
cr-crash, shouldn't drive while sipping from my hip flask
you can't slip past this sphinx with yo bitch ass
race of life, son, you either get fast or get last
and...
truly I'm caboosing 
duly self-abusing I'm unruly as Rasputin
My flow is fucking frosty as a Soviet tzar
Your shit is getting outshined like an erroneous star
My shit is infinitely twisted like a Mobius Strip 
Catch me acting like a monk on that Thelonius tip
You can call me Jazzy like I'm Jeff or Charlie Mingus
on a quest for peace I found fermented barley brings it


Ashing in your change cup
dash to fill my veins up
with hash and nicotaina


Hi-o, Lazarus, 
flows biohazardous
dropping holy adages like I grew up in Nazareth 
I'm rolling deep in Palestine with my apostles
the flow Paddy Prof but the stache John Stossell's 
bad-tempered I'm the opposite of docile
dinosaur-collosal, I'ma rap till I'm a fossil
catch me out in orbit where the Hubble shines dully
dope as fuck according to the double-blind study
my verse is like a curse to make these muggles' minds muddy
I'm counting down the seconds till it's trouble time, buddy
Your flow is obsolete like paper mail, 
wispy as a vapor trail and crusty like a baker's nails
and that's just for starters 
running out of rhymes, that's the last of the larders

Brent Barry (prod. HashFinger)

Thanks to the homies MikeJaxxx and Grade A for extra vocals on the hook 
GradeAplus.bandcamp.com

As well as @TheHashFinger for his sonic wonderlands 
hashfinger.bandcamp.com


R.I.P. Gandolfini, and shouts out to David Chase 





Where my motherfuckin meds at?
Anybody wanna watch my fuckin head splat - 
ter? Jackson Pollack on the walls
Suicidal in Niagara, watch me frolic on the falls 
The center holds till it collapses
Hey, God, thanks for the faulty synapses
I think too much
Plus I smoke to much, plus I drink too much
seems everybody else's trump beats mine
denied vagina for the umpteenth time
my slack jaws open and I dump these rhymes
going schizophrenic while the drum keeps time
finger to my throat my pulse is racing like a track team
I need some melatonin and some fuckin venlafaxine
no playin in the daffy-dills
Daddy needs to re-up on his motherfuckin happy pills 

Suicide rate's at an all time high
Everybody do the S.N.R.I. 

Time slows, takes an hour in my head
Riding on the train past the houses of the dead
A bunch of fancy rocks and sad statues
Will anybody look at mine and say 'Oh yeah, it's that dude!'? 
Probably not, more like Cadavers Anonymous
cringing in my box as soon as matters is ominous
just like in life I liked to hide behind intoxicants
to have something besides myself deny my rise to prominence 
...well shit, I guess you didn't need to hear that
forget i said it would you kindly hand my beer back
I woke up feeling like the prince of the Danes
lukewarm blood sitting limp in my veins
tilted off my axis like a pimp with a cane
tryna shit out works of art and going limp from the strain
watching life pass from the nosebleeds
tortured my neurosis until I'm pushing posies

S.N.R.I. (prod. HashFinger)

https://soundcloud.com/l-i-n-u-s
https://soundcloud.com/cslecrone

Video coming soon

I drink like Dionysus 
Cover up my genitals with ficus
Sipping firewater acting violent and Irish
Got some Marmalade and now I spread it like a virus
Always getting hotter like the motherfuckin climate
Planet's off alignment
Write the Constitution then I sign it
Wish only the sickest of the sempers to the tyrants
You can find my whereabouts by following the sirens
Bitch I'm a vandal
Ruin recess like Randall
Couldn't hold a candle
Slap aside the pricks and the brambles
Paddy Prof, king of First Men and the Andals
Banish all the snakes like my namesake
Spit a little riddle make your brain quake
Rip mics daily
Slim like Shady, I'm a dick like Cheney

I wanna rap like Danny Brown on this beat
But I've gotta keep the ground on my feet
I mean the other way around, I'm a hound and a beast
Made a masterpiece with shit I found on the street
Run and hide bitch I'm Gilgamesh
Bag full of scalps makes the Pilgrims sweat
Been a few years and I'm still bereft
Cause that shit don't fade it just fill your chest
Mad-eyed actin' so moody
Paddy Profane I attack the flow smoothly
Jackin yo smoothies
To-do list says pack mo' doobies, yeah absolutely
Bitch I'm Chris Marlowe
Summon up the demons by the carload
Left a frozen body out in motherfuckin Fargo




Finally Made A Drake Beat (prod. Linus & cslecrone)

Recorded in one take in a closet in my apartment

I'm drinking blood up out my enemies' veins
Devil on my shoulder like he's Kennedy's brains
My mental tendencies they tend to be strange
And yes I may have lost my mind but still the mettle remains
And he who meddles with me meddles in vain
I brought the pot but yo the kettle's estranged
Dog you fallin' off like petals in rain
Dog you fallin' off like petals in rain 
So you can tremble till the treble refrain
Man it must feel stupid
Let your lust kill Cupid 
I don't give a fuck about your bucks, bills, 2 cents
I'm who sent 
Doom to Khrushchev 
Dude's a nuisance
Who's a few cents
Short of a dollar
Got the courts in a holler
Cause I walked in in shorts and a collar
Got you shooker than a dork in a squalor 
And my store sells foreskins and fathers
You could say it's niche 
Couple beasts in the back of the Caprice, capiche?
That verse ends abruptly 
Rap until the day they skin and gut me 
Throw me on the grill
Eat me up, shit me out, and then they roll me down a hill
Shit is lonely on the real



Capiche

She said I fetishize death
I'm the floss Satan uses just to get his nice breath
The skyline's smoky as it gets in my chest
But I digress
It's Paddy Profane Great Lakes to the Pacific Coast
I'm just a virus on the search for a specific host
And it might be you
Go to church, tell the priest he can bite me too 
God damn
I feel like a teen again
Trapped inside my skull just acting mean again
Paddy picked last for the team again
Well so what? I lace up and go nuts
Everything I write is real it's no stunts
But let me change tack
Shit is heavy as the barrel full of monkeys on my back

It's funny how the game goes
It's funny how the game goes
Rap for several years but I don't even use the same flows
I change those
You can write chameleon where my name goes
It's funny how the game goes

Looking douchey in my bucket hat
Attitude as nasty as the cigarettes I'm sucking back
These fucking rats
Drag em by the tail up out the sewer pipe
It's shocking what the average American will do for Christ
But not for their fellow man
More concerned with Twitter, Instagram and having yellow tans

Funny (How The Game Goes) prod. Bones Tha Beat Head

reporting live from inside the mind of a weirdo