shoutout @oilcolor, @evanlight-973727726 @rill3t for starting off the year hopping on ts & tzong for da beat

and of COURSE shoutout @1onetap for the art <3 <3 <3 <3

stoked to start off the year with a stacked joint w 1tap art #blessed #dawn

shoutout oilcolor for helping out with the mix 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

hanging by a thread w/ oilcolor, ě-light & rill3t (tzong) art by 1tap

prod: @moonbasebaby https://soundcloud.com/moonbasebaby https://on.soundcloud.com/rXTYvSjMbBb1Gq6g8 TYMB🗣️🙏🌚
feat: PP Swole & @gambit-spawn https://soundcloud.com/gambit-spawn TYPP🙏😣 TYTS👣🔊
help a PP out🫡 https://gofund.me/1a5f7451

PP Swole:
godbless the meek
poopee of the week
weak in the the knees
can i get an amen please
holy nuts are deez
swinging from my trees
i got 2 peepees
sideeffect from radieezy
chemo, lets go
another hoe, with you go
and then that go, didn't hoe
and on that note you didnt know
where the funny pizza go
where the funny combo go
where the funny ramen go
where the funny taco go
these things are known to me
and my swollen pp
if you get down on your knee
i will give knowledge for free

@bjdripley:
amen amen amen amen i love pp ramen amen amen amen amen i love pp ramen

PP Swole:
then i heard the piano
and shit got mysterious
i reach for the rhino and i
start to feel delerious
a hand touches my shoulder
im thinking what the fuck
long ass claws
so i shidded like a duck
but its just ryuk
an old funny homie
he gave me some book
but i'm illiterate homie
so we just chilled
we shot the shit foreal
real cool fella except
he ate all my apples

@bjdripley:
why i feel like I'm chilling,
in the world of death note,
everytime i walk out the door paranoia like lets go,
demon bitch drop that ass to the floor,
call that bitch ryuki,
cause now she's getting slutted out,
called that bitch my whore cause now she can't fuck me sober, 
caught that bitch round 7 p.m.,
like no bitch in my DMs,
only in the notebook,
no bitch im fiending,
no bitch ain't that simple,
so distract it with reading,
damn i just forgot,
this was spose be humorous,
ryuki all in my thought,
make her gender bend like cable,
ccc voice talk is where i yap when I'm able,
we got white bitches with cocks,
all i say is let's go,
fuck having writers block,
just steal the bro's flow
{x2]

@gambit-spawn {translation sent by teron}
I'm running there, which I don't even know about.
I'm taking pills. I always think about how not to commit suicide
. One pill
, two pills
, three pills.
I'm running so fast, it's like I dismembered an Uzbek
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we leave the basement for two whole hours without sleeping
Russian sound what the fuck 
Teron's on the beat and I'm fucking blocks
I'm bouncing around on the beat like I'm on a scale
Bitch, don't write to me, I won't read
it anyway. I'm puffing dope and flying to the moon.

pp swole+bjdripley+teron swish+mooncolabPOG.wav+teronflip{ft. PP Swole, Teron Swish, MoonBaseBaby}⚸

hashtag yes king / am i pregananant / preggers / mommymilkers

HOW

Lyrics:
I got the hash for real
When I roll up a blunt 
She said it's bad to steal
But she done stole my love
She make it splash for real
Bubblin up my glass
We chiefin gas for meals
Smokin her up for lunch 
We love it

Yeah I’m in love with the skunk skin is half white so you know that I roll up a Dutch I love the taste of a blunt you know I’m kissing the paper make love to the bud got diesel inside of my lungs I’m meeting with Mary Jane got to pick her up 150 to the plug she really needy so I spark her up in the truck 
I stay with marry all day I be tasting her J just like creed she be taking me higher up to a magical place the food tasting great and the tv got lizzy McGuire I keep a joint in the safe I’m never sober that’s why I can’t be the supplier what are we smoking today how the fuck you bring the weed but you can’t bring a lighter 

Light it up, i'm tired of
Fighting over smoke
Your beauty come in different strains
That best be left alone
Not good enough, just loosen up
And pack another bowl
We sparkin up the good stuff
That gone make us lose control

If we gon lose control, let's take a step back and take it slow
Let’s gather up all of the weed, the gas, the chronic the flower that we gonna roll
Im talking wet lips and bongs rips
That shit will take out yo soul mm
I'm feeling paranoid, so annoyed
Coughing up all of this smoke

I’m feeling paranoid in this room you making fun of me tell me the truth I need to take a walk need to move you make me lazy so know I’m just ordering food money low that’s cool I just be chilling with Mary inside of my room rent is due that’s true but Mary is gone gotta pay her to come back and bool

I got the hash for real
When I roll up a blunt 
She said it's bad to steal
But she done stole my love
She make it splash for real
Bubblin up my glass
We chiefin gas for meals
Smokin her up for lunch 
We love it

Dear Mary Jane (prod. noizy)

cough drop (feat. bjdripley)

Susannah climbs stairs late at night
To a tower top, out of sight
In a rolling tide of swirling cloud
Mist, fog, and the odd hell-hound.

Susannah lives on the earth by day
As outlined in an endless play
Written in part to keep her sane
A mortal in the land of the crane.

In the evening, she abandons that script
Climbs endless stairs, pained by one hip
Gets to the door, it opens and shuts
Lies down on a comfortable couch.

At night, Susannah looks out at stars
Rainbows round the moon, floating cars
Fairies hovering enroute to her room
Flying horses, a witch on a broom.

Susannah’s earth life goes on and on
And one day, when it’s all gone
She’ll climb those stairs just one more time
Close the door, and drink the wine.

Susannah’s earth life goes on and on
And one day, when it’s all gone
She’ll climb those stairs just one more time
Close the door, and drink the wine.


Susannah r1

Speaking with my lawyer
Monday 30 December 2024

I can see a golden city
On the horizon far away
I think that I could reach it 
If I could sleep just one more day.

Speaking with my lawyer
He says be careful what I say
Should I meet up with the troll king
As I go along my way.

I’ll climb a golden mountain
Climb it all the way
When I reach the fountain
I’ll sit there all the day.

Speaking with my lawyer
He advised me what to say
When talking with the troll king
Just don’t look away.

I can see a golden city
On the horizon far away
I think that I could reach it 
If I could sleep just one more day.

Speaking with my lawyer r3

I’m a radiation man
Born just yesterday
In a bright flash of light
That took my life away.

That’s my face before it all
In the midst of that light
Scorch marks on a wall
Died and reborn last night.

I’m a radiation man
Birthed by a fiery knife
Not sure that I understand
All that happened in my life.

Walking in a city of ruins
Looking for someone new
Melted walls and dusty tombs
Surely there was more to do.

I can walk and even talk
There’s no one here to see
In a city made of chalk
There’s not much left for me.

City’s dead but a siren goes
Feel it beneath my feet
Echoing in caverns low
Unpeople wake from sleep.

Unpeople will soon be up
Not just to live and die
Angels of destructive thrust
Built to pluck out enemy eyes.

I’ll be gone before they rise
Journey onwards as I will
Shake off this city wise
Find solace on some hill.

I’m a radiation man
Born just yesterday
In a bright flash of light
That took my life away.


Radiation man r3

https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/1459277
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Memento Mori: an artistic symbol or trope acting as a reminder of the inevitability of death. The concept has its roots in the philosophers of classical antiquity and Christianity, and appeared in funerary art and architecture from the medieval period onwards.

In other words: an object serving as a warning or reminder of death, such as a skull.
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production: @xkouhai
mastering: @xkouhai
inspiration: my soul gem

memento mori.

1. I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Gazed out at the entry
Past a stairwell.

Gazed up at the ceiling
Covered in stars
Gazed down at the floor
Its black vertical bars.

Soft music was playing
from the old wicked east
Exotic dancers
At an exotic feast.

2. I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Guests coming and going
Rajahs and swells.

Some in chairs
Some at the bar
Drinking and talking
Hookahs and cigars.

Dim lights flickering
The evening wore on
Crowd wearing away
Sensing coming of dawn.

3. I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Blinked momentarily
The splendour was gone.

Dusty cracked windows
Concierge looked sour
Somewhere a siren
Howled hour by hour.

I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Gazed out at the entry
I remember it so well.


The Hopeman hotel r1

thanks :^]

"D.R.U.G.S." by Party Wolfe
Written, Performed, Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Party Wolfe
Vocals by Party Wolfe
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Bandcamp

D.R.U.G.S.

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

Susannah r1

Peter Grimbeek