SALUTATIONS, SIR!

A 8-bit song describing the life of Felix Kranken and his alcoholic problems..

AUDIT (The Walten Files fan song)

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pick up pick up the phone

The Beat Saber OTS 5 song by The Living Tombstone

I Wanna Be A Machine

Pop Rocks (scrimply.mp3)

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Dolphin Style

you think i'm pressed? I don't give a shit
dm me bout payment, but my pockets full of lent
you think i'm made of cash? i’m only made of bitch
i betchu in a year or so you're asking for forgiveness
cause i only know these leeches on my chest, they want attention all the time
they want affection on the dime
and if i don't answer your texts in 30 seconds that's a crime
well i'm a busy bunny, taking all my time
I'm cooking up these beats, shooting through the sky
and if you want to go and whine, then you should take that to the mic
because i'll never answer anything, unless you work in rhymes
and if i pass you not a glance, then i'd say that's a tell-tale sign
that you're not getting near my beanie, nor my cash, you best survive
'cus i'm a goddess, RIP to the artist
haven't made a Durham or a Subaru, i'm super honest
you don't have a trademark or a logo, instant losing contest
forget you in a jiffy, running supersonic bitch you never getting SHIT

“IF YOU WANT MY CASH, THEN YOU GON' HAVE TO KISS MY ASS
BECAUSE I SOLD THAT SHIT, TO GOVERNMENT AND DANIEL EK”
YEAH I TOOK MY SOUL AND THEN REPLACED IT WITH A TRACK
WHAT YOU GAVE TO ME, A BITCH AINT EVER GETTING BACK
YEAH I'M BETTER THAN I EVER WAS, DON'T HIT ME WITH A WHAT'S UP
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT YOU JUST FUCKED UP, YOU'RE NEVER GETTING LOVE
BECAUSE YOU ACT LIKE I AIN'T CHANGED AND I GON' KEEP ON RUNNING BACK
WHEN I AM HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND, YOU BETTER GO PICK UP YOUR SLACK

you ain't getting shit from me, boy, fuck a handout
you better stand out, and mean that shit that you laugh about
the click that you hang around ain't shit next to Momma's House
so what's the drama 'bout, i'll but the blamma in your fucking mouth
'cus you seem to love biting hands that feed you
don't play about my pride, cause your bravado's see-through
so should i remind you i put you on the scene
it's good to show your teeth, so stop the sneak-dissing
this distance means nothing, i can fly to your vicinity
to whoop your ass and chill, getting silly with your family
i break in like virginity, i take shit for the hell of it
i fuck shit up, no celibate, i celebrate the victory
with two joints, hanging out in my balcony
i've been told that you really are not shit to me
don't make me take your fucking green, and leave you bleeding red
til' i see white flags, making you look french out in italy biiiiiittttttch

“IF YOU WANT MY CASH, THEN YOU GON' HAVE TO KISS MY ASS
BECAUSE I SOLD THAT SHIT, TO GOVERNMENT AND DANIEL EK”
YEAH I TOOK MY SOUL AND THEN REPLACED IT WITH A TRACK
WHAT YOU GAVE TO ME, A BITCH AINT EVER GETTING BACK
YEAH I'M BETTER THAN I EVER WAS, DON'T HIT ME WITH A WHAT'S UP
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT YOU JUST FUCKED UP, YOU'RE NEVER GETTING LOVE
BECAUSE YOU ACT LIKE I AIN'T CHANGED AND I GON' KEEP ON RUNNING BACK
WHEN I AM HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND, YOU BETTER GO PICK UP YOUR SLACK

I know you got me by the string
I ain't giving you a damn thing

money song (ft. kaan's exile)

Something’s hanging in the air,
A swollen sky, a vacant stare.
The forecast lied — I hoped it would,
Let thunder wash me, do me good.


Stray dogs teased in alley games,
Laughter burns like paper flames.
What kind of dawn will they defend,
When mercy fades and rules will bend?


Now the noise has gone astray,
Freedom hums the streets of grey.
Even if the rain pours down,
I won’t go back, I’ll drown this town.


The air is thick, it grips my skin,
A drop escapes, it drags me in.
It rolls, complains beneath the pain,
A mirror tear that speaks my name.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


You cursed your face, that razor’s bite,
A bag held high in broken light.
Your eyes met mine — you didn’t stay,
You walked and washed the words away.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


I’ve learned I can’t be friends with pain,
It calls me back, then leaves again.
I’ve learned I can’t be friends with you,
Some truths you face, you can’t undo.

Stained by the Rain

Brand New Release By The Legend Jack Stauber

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