bad vibes

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

Chadpilled @chad-pilled cover
Written by Cameron Phlodge

I'm in the back of a truck now
And I don't give a fuck now
And I just shot a buck down
I ain't looking for your love now

It's hunting season come on now everyone
It's hunting season come on let's have some fun
It's hunting season come on now grab a gun
It's hunting season I ain't looking for your love
Your love

In the back of a truck now
And I just wanna know how
You spread all your love around and round
Our little old hometown

It's hunting season come on now everyone
It's hunting season come on let's have some fun
It's hunting season come on now grab a gun
It's hunting season I ain't looking for your love
Your love

Hunting Season

Lyrics:

I woke up this morning
I crawled out of bed
why am I even trying
I wish I was dead
I could stay home crying
but I work instead
life is horrifying
I'm so full of dread

Yeah I'm so worn out 
lights off I've checked out

No need for clarifying
no future ahead
this sadness is undying
I'm hanging from a thread

Worn Out

When you get to the top
I hope you get pushed down 
If you ever get lost
I hope you’re never found 
You love to hear yourself talk
About how you’re so great
When you’re feeling so hot
I hope you realize it’s fake

You’re always acting
Nothing that you say is true
You’re not a good friend
There’s a reason no one likes you
You play a victim
Because That’s all you know how to do
I don’t care that I win
Just as long as you lose

When you start doing well
I hope you burn in hell
When things start going your way
I hope it ends in dismay
I used to not be this mad
But you made me feel this wrath
Now I just hope that you die 
And I will never comply

I hope all of your friends
Stop playing along 
I wish you wouldn’t pretend
That you did nothing wrong 
It’s not that hard to admit
But you’re fucked and stupid
I hope someday you realize
The weight of What you did

Bitch

Pop-Phlodge

Lyrics: 
why can't you leave me be
you're driving me crazy
I hate you cant you see
you've been distant lately
I know now I lucky
without you I am free
you make me feel shitty
so please just let me be

I've told you 1000 times
I hate you leave my life
I've told you 1000 times
I hate you fuck off die

I got big plans
this girl don't know
hey there Delilah 
but she's not east coast
I feel like Samson 
can't mess with these hoes
you make me shake from my head to my toes
I'm just a young buck I'm chasing this dough
a bitch or money which one I don't know
told you 1000 times that i would go
you didn't listen thought it was a joke 

I've told you 1000 times
I hate you leave my life
I've told you 1000 times
I hate you fuck off die

I've told you 1000 times
I hate you leave my life
I've told you 1000 times
I hate you fuck off die

1000 (Feat. Cameron Phlodge)

My Government shutdown and took our food stamps. 

Pillage & Plunder

I've been hurt by the ones I've loved
With wounds that will never heal
I wonder as I watch the stars above
If it's a sin to feel
If love is really real

I see the darkness creeping in
And I let it take me in
Familiar just like a friend
It's a routine, it's a sin
It's a pain that never ends

I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to feel my misery
I want you to watch me bleed
Share the pain
Share the pain with me

I usually don't understand
The plight of the common man
They muck about like dogs in a trance
With snake eyes and left hands
More like a beast than a man

And I won't ever understand
The evils of a woman
They fuck around like pigs in heat
Like rabid dogs hungry for meat
Like dogs that need to be beat

I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to feel my misery
I want you to watch me bleed
Share the pain
Share the pain with me
I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to feel my misery
I want you to watch me bleed
Stab through my palms and laugh
Stab right into my back

I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to share the pain with me

I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to share the pain with me
I want you to share the pain with me

Share the Pain

i have anger issues
and i am anxious all the time
wish that somebody told me 
that everything is gonna be fine

i dont recognize my
face when im staring in the mirror
dont know what the hell is happening
my hearts constantly full of fear

its so
i dont know
i dont know

energy drinks to stay awake
but then i cannot sleep at night
and then i toss and turn and my
minds always putting up a fight

i have anger issues
and getting help is what i need
but instead of going to therapy
i punch my wall until i bleed

its so
i dont know
i dont know

anger issues

Pop-Phlodge

Lyrics: 

You stole my DS
You smell like piss
I’ll fucking beat you 
You piece of shit 

Daddy o five, daddy o five, he’ll beat you until your not alive (x2)

You cut yourself at school
Your friends think you’re uncool
Youre a little bastard
I’ll beat you till you stool 

Daddy o five, daddy o five, he’ll beat you until your not alive (x2)

Daddy O Five

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