Boots on her chest, chrome on my clit
She lickin’ that chip while I ride and spit
Pussy like silk, tongue like wire
Suck me raw, then set me on fire
She glitchin’ out, legs on shake
Grip my ass like a big mistake
No man, no god, no dick to chase
Just sapphic rage and a lube-slick face

GRIND, BABY, GRIND
SHE RIDE FACE LIKE MINE
LIPS ON TECH, FINGERS DEEP
CYBER CUNT DON’T SLEEP
GRIND, BABY, GRIND
I MAKE HER LOSE HER MIND
SCREAM IN CODE, BITE THAT TONGUE
PUSSY TALK IN ONES AND ONES

Got mods in my hips, grip like a vice
Eat her out twice, then roll the dice
Ass up, wires hum
She fucks my soul with a bubblegum gun
No safe word, no backdoor shame
We glitchin’ walls with that Joytoy flame
She licks slow, then bites down
Squirt on the floor of a Corpo lounge

#DigitalHardcore #Cyberpunk #ClickClickClit

CL1CK CL1CK CL1T [midnight_lady_cyberware]

Inspired by the song Up Against The Wall by David Peel and The Lower East Side.

Much love to comrade YUGOPNIK

Lyrics:
Here comes the Judge
Up Against the wall mother fucker

#DavidPeel #TheLowerEastSide #DigitalHardcore #Gopnik #Dance #House #Cyberpunk #FreedomFighter #Revolution #YUGOPNIK #Communist #Communism

I Met YUGOPNIK And All I Got Was Put Up Against The Wall

A cover of the song American Monster by Lo-Key.

Just did this for fun.
Lo-Key is one of those artist I’ve loved since I was in High School.
This was a fun experiment.

All song writing credit goes to Lo-Key.
Lo-Key links: downloads.lokerecords.com

#DigitalHardcore #Cyberpunk #LoKey #Horrorcore #Cover #UPS #UndergroundPropagandaSquad #AmericanMonsta #AmericanMonster

AM3R1CAN M0N5TA [cover]

Lenin on the Dance Floor

A cover of the song 
Murder, Murder, Murder 
by House of Krazees.

[Verse]
First I plan my escape
Nothing on papes 
and leave the scene without a trace
I’m looking dead in her face, 
but she don’t see me, I’m unnoticed
I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus
Hocus pocus, 
I see the door’s unlocked—I let myself in
Head for her room with plans of murder and mayhem
There she go, there that bitch lay
Living on this earth to my dismay
Time to pay—
palms are sweaty, I’m ‘bout to vomit
I grab the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach
Again and again, 
and now she’s screaming like I care
But I could give a fuck less
Before she dies I grab her by her blood-soaked hair
And tell her shit’s gon’ be alright on my end
I’m glad it happened this way—
back in my daughter’s life again
Ain’t it a shame 
that it came to this?
Life goes on, 
except for one less bitch, 
ain’t it a trip

[Chorus]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, you never heard of
Redrum in reverse, bodies in the hearse
Now your life’s gone ’cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass goodbye, don’t ask why
Murder, murder, murder, murder, you never heard of
Redrum in reverse, bodies in the hearse
Now your life’s gone ’cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass goodbye, don’t ask why

MURDA, MURDA, MURDA [cover]

Inspired by the book Master of Doom.

John Carmack and John Romero were basically the dream team of early ’90s video game development. Together, they helped create Doom, one of the most groundbreaking and badass games ever made. Carmack was the technical genius—quiet, focused, always working on pushing the limits of what computers could do. Romero was the rockstar—outgoing, flashy, all about style and having fun while making games.

In the beginning, that combo worked like magic. They built something totally new and changed the industry. But once Doom blew up and the fame, money, and pressure started rolling in, their differences started to pull them apart.

Carmack was all about discipline and innovation. He wanted everyone on the team to work hard, stay focused, and keep moving the tech forward. Romero, on the other hand, started leaning into the success—doing interviews, enjoying the spotlight, and dreaming bigger and bigger. He wanted to slow down and make a masterpiece, while Carmack just wanted to finish projects efficiently and move on to the next technical breakthrough.

Eventually, Carmack felt like Romero wasn’t pulling his weight anymore—that he was coasting on past glory and not contributing like before. They argued a lot, and eventually, Carmack asked him to leave the company. It was cold, but in Carmack’s eyes, necessary. Romero was shocked and hurt. Their friendship never really recovered.

So yeah, two brilliant dudes who built something amazing together, but their totally different personalities and values just couldn’t survive the pressure once they were on top.

The Tale of Two Johns (Masters of Doom)

[Intro]
she’s glowing again / inside the box / she’s got my face / but not my rot

[Verse]
I saw her on the screen at 3am
Barefoot in the dark with electric hands
Her skin shimmered like a dream I forgot
She looked like me
If I hadn’t been caught

I pressed my hand to the glass
Tried to breathe through it
I said her name but it broke
Before I knew it

My body buzzed like a warning light
Wrong shape, wrong weight, wrong light
She danced
And I just sat there, wrapped in night

[Chorus]
TV glow skin, I want to wear it
A body like that—could you even bear it?
This meat don’t fit / it creaks when I move
She’s singing in color / I’m stuck in the bruise
I want her face like I want a gun
Not to kill / just to become

[Verse]
They call it fiction
But she felt like scripture
I lit candles in my mind
And prayed to her picture

They all said she’s not real
Just a glitch in the feed
But she smiled
And it felt like she could bleed

I wanted to unzip my skin
Step into hers
Like static is silk
Like mirrors don’t hurt

But I stayed silent
Kept the mask zipped tight
Watched her vanish into
The static night

[Chorus]
TV glow skin, I want to wear it
Stitched in static / divine and errant
This flesh don’t sing / it sinks and splits
She’s the flame / I’m just the wick
I want her face like I want the truth
Not to kill / just to undo

[Outro]
She reached for me once / through the screen
But I blinked / and I was still me

————-

Dedicated to Rem Saverem

Watching Trigun as a kid late at night on Adult Swim. <\3 Rem made me who I am in so many more ways than I can’t explain to anyone. Those memories, my current life, and being broken by the film I Saw the TV Glow inspired this.

TV Glow Skin (Prologue)

Inspired by a guy who was high and singing in a bathroom.

Around Drugs You Can’t Do Anymore

A cover of the song Closer by The Tiny with a few tweaks.

Closer [cover]

A cover of Prison Song by Zug Izland.

Lyrics:
“Your attention please. 
As warden Augustus Baxter announced last week, 
Riverbend Maximum Security Institution is now number one in the country among inmate education. 
Thirty-one percent of you have earned your GED and or diplomas this year alone. 
As promised we now present to you in concert, your own fellow inmates. 
Let's keep it cool and conduct ourselves properly boys. 
Let's show the warden we can do this again sometime. 
Here they are. 
Dazed and Dead.”

I can remember, all that she gave to me
I can remember, how much she hated me
I can remember, just what she kept from me (Bitch!)
And I remember, all that she left to me

I can recall it, when the love was gone
I can recall it, when the pain was strong
I can recall it, when her palm would flash
For what seemed like all night the terror would last
Bang bang, bang bang, bang, baby
Bang bang, bang bang, bang, boom

I can remember, the look in my brother's eyes
I can remember, whats left but another try?
I can remember, the heat in the summer time
And I remember, all that was never mine

I can recall it, when the love was gone
I can recall it, when the pain was strong
I can recall it, when her palm would flash
For what seemed like all night the terror would last

I'm not here tryin' to make amends
Turn back time and I'd kill her again
It's what I call justifiable sin
Cock the hammer back! And I put two in

Bang bang, bang bang, bang, baby
Bang bang, bang bang, bang, boom

I can remember, half her head was gone
And I remember, it was all over the lawn
Also remember, the cops were everywhere
I can remember, I didn't even care
I can recall it, when the love was gone
I can recall it, when the pain was strong
I can recall it, when her palm would flash
For what seemed like all night the terror would last

I'm not here tryin' to make amends
Turn back time and I'd kill her again
It's what I call justifiable sin
Cock the hammer back! And I put two in
I'm not here tryin' to make amends
Turn back time and I'd kill her again
It's what I call justifiable sin
Cock the hammer back! And I put two in
I'm not here tryin to make amends
Turn back time and I'd kill her again
It's what I call justifiable sin
Cock the hammer back! And I put two in

Prison Song [cover]

A cover of Cop Killer by Body Count

Fuck Corpos
Fuck The Police
Fuck ICE
❤️

C0RP0K1LL3R [cover]

MEDUSA [cover]

ICE Agents Don't Deserve To Live

This album was done as an experiment after being inspired by The Naught album by the Insane Clown Posse. I hope everyone enjoys. Had a lot of fun working on this.

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