Airwolf 

On the very last day Jan Michael'd down his Vincent's 
All interest groups aside, just politics of the business 
Interdimensional cables on, I'm drunk again and guessing 
Sex sells Morty, but sex sells what is the fuckin question 
Just another day in the life, I'm dead inside from the strife 
Faded Smokin blunts with the sham Hollywoo wife 
I'm Bojack on a bender in a blender with Bender 
Rodriquez tripping face lacing up the zone of the enders 
So fuckin hot the earbuds spaceX'd 
And broke the fourth wall like Deadpool and my tapedecks 
Surprise mothafucka with that memecore paycheck 
Richard's got the work around for scene whore rejects 
Really… we got fuckin nothing 
But the illest beats conceived since a demon and yr mom fucked in 
The back of a shitty pinto with both of her knees tucked in 
To the bottom of her chin so the prince of darkness could bust nuts in 

Rough, rugged and raw like an apathetic premiere 
Clash said I need to be more relatable to my peers 
So I packaged a decoder ring in limited edition spheres 
I know it's been awhile but like j. Phoenix I'm still here 

Stare into the truth tortoise like an upright citizen 
“Dont you think I know” that was my only criticism 
Want level 9 access without the bite of cynicism 
Teleport a citadel Into the heart of an intergalactic prison 
This is funny not funny follow the money not funny 
This is Dummynoid country olympiads still hungry 
Isn't that special, a church lady's stare shunned me 
While r&b singers and out of work actors'll get chumly 
Only 2% of my power is all I'll ever need to defeat you fucks 
We are number one retreats, steal yr board and smash yr trucks 
Pocket lunch money and all the arsenals deceived through luck 
Best believe I know de way like a Ugandan keeps his knuckles up 
The Superstar and moleman clap hands like they Dutch/Dillon 
Strength of fates æon neurosis and pure villains 
Scrolling endlessly while they ask me 'what'd you do today” 
I said “I'll meet you out on Mars when I get done eating this milky way” 

What kind of meth coors light Skoal dipping mullet wearing shit is this 
Get the rocks rolling like they're shitty beer or Sisyphus 
Ignorance of Icarus could lead to some decisions which 
May seem great in anger, until you realize they're dumb as shit 
With just the right utensils you can turn Andrew Jackson into Rambo 
Complete with bayonet and security in shambles 
Headband like McEnroe, fly completely off the handle 
On all you fuckers fakin funk like some counterfeit commandos 
Cuz I'm an airwolf
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released April 23, 2019 
Lyrics by Dank Reynolds da Moleman 
Production and Engineering by Ben Richards da Saucer Crab

Airwolf

Airwolf Sham Wife Remix

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lyrics
Scramble Suit 

Slip on a scramble suit, slice up some salami 
There ain't enough Bell towers in the world for little Johnny 
Raggety in riches, vagrantly suspicious 
Richards flipping hits between the twiddles and the glitches 
It's not like all we do is stare at screens and hold the fortress down 
Sometimes we fixin mics and chill with hares who'd let a tortoise drown
Fuck, well I guess it's just that sort of town 
Villainous epiphany, set it off with nothing but a torch and crown 
Crowd round a clockwork network of infinite 
Melancholic sad Ness monsters of interest 
All I hear these days bunch of mumblerap nonsense 
Spit like im Alex grey bombing your concious 
Holy fuck it's ninjesus roundhouse kickin the gospel 
Chuck Norris vs the Antichrist the odds are looking hostile 
Better lay yr money down, gamble the impossible 
Ramble till the sun is up, amphetamines apostle 
Wait, what I really means they're awful 
…. Like the French unhinge the jaw-full 
Crawl through a blitzkrieg of Kriegers and holograms 
Hollow man and baconators, who the fuck follows fans 
Swallow mankind in my palm I'm Galactus 
Batshit with backflips caskets for practice 
Ashes to ashes, blind, deaf and cashless 
If yr lookin for the 401 it's underneath the mattress 
Keep it 100 till keeping it real goes really wrong 
Another douchenozzle immortalized in someone else's song 
an endless Sea of hecklers, king me playing checkers 
Somebody hit rewind and wipe the mind like it was Deckers 
I finally hit that age wherein it seems like nothing's new to me 
Deconstruct the paradigm and readjust it beautifully 
Where'd you cop yr cigarettes, wish it was the duty-free 
Confucktify the infrastructure, execute a mutiny 
This is where the stars Kamikaze some cosmonauts 
Jaws drop in unison, it's blase and kinda pop 
Culture irrelevant obsessive disorder locks 
Eyes with the enemy who never heard the the quarters drop 
Invade space through the eyes of centipede 
Tentacles and ecstasy, x-tacles and empathy 
Emptiness and filibusters, holding onto anything 
Staring out into the void, screaming at it endlessly 
Some'll say “they sent for me” and other random jibba jabba 
Flabiosin and rhinoplasty, a fight club, it doesn't matter 
Chatterbox gnashed with the jpeg smashing atoms 
Hacksaw, gaffed up split grill laughing at em 
At this point the plot shifts into overdose 
Strawberry fields help me creep into comatose 
Vietnam ghost jars, memories of holy hosts 
If you just Remember the BBQ, maybe then they'll like your posts 
Close to the edge, got the juice and I'm chugging it 
Steve jobs eat a dick cuz the cleanse just ain't cutting it 
Wonder what it's like when the showzen is troubling 
Maybe win the lo-fi crowd, take the vocals out and muffle it 
Shuffle all the cards at play, we're going in it blindly 
Hashtags and hand grenades, but I still don't think you'd find me 
You can't do that on television, wanna bet, try me 
Could End up face down in a big ol tire right beside me 
8 bars left till we've crafted a masterpiece 
Splattering the acid house, mad haberdashery 
Acetate and benzocaine, numbness isn't hassle free 
Running all the numbers till we're past the point of mastery 
Rhyme with a cri-sistene type of artistry 
Garbage pail kids rise up, sorry pardon me 
Anonymous endeavors embracing somber states of sovereignty 
Scramble suit is on and I'm loving the autonomy
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released April 1, 2019 
Lyrics by Dank Reynolds da Moleman 
Production and Engineering by Ben Richards da Saucer Crab 
Sample: a scanner darkly

Scramble Suit

Lyrics:

Tabs dissolving, point of no return is setting in 
Steadily Searching for something in these cerulean squares of gelatin 
Pixelated pigments parallax and overtake the melanin 
Elements of exquisite corpse and psychedelic porn at seven, it's 
The impossible kid on an epic mission to ride the rails 
10 seconds in, hit the eject, accept it's just another epic fail 
Come sail away with a Sprite to lead the way, the trails 
Are magnificent at best a cynic resting on the holy Grail 
Pictures of strength encapsule the moment that I'm Frozen in 
Bottle of basic bitch gets the edge off when the locust win 
Focusing on the paradoxes lost thoughts and a Jokers grin 
Gigglepuss and scatterbrain, walls are slowly closing in 
About this time in the evenings when the acid peaks 
Disaster seeps deep into the shorelines off of maggot beach 
Frame skip haphazardly through space and time while some bastard keeps 
Rambling esoteric like it's supposed to be a masterpiece 

Lovecraft actually, reality in fractals, see 
The face of God in mascots printed on a wrapper like it's casually 
Stared into the eyes of paranoia maybe never maybe gradually 
Children of the molecule'll swallow fools like the grand design was hassle free 
…. 
Supernovas in the orange juice, doves cry for the right stuff 
Staring at the skyline till it's ignited like it's fight club 
Lost within the beauty, the way it makes the features light up 
While creatures on the balcony are dangerously close to getting knifed up 
Can't work the keyboard, no chances of an SOS 
No distress beacon to creep beyond the encampments of yr ego death
I'm not alone but still I'm floating through the emptiness 
Another Tuesday in the danger zone, archetypal evidence 
Slip through a wormhole, shake hands with an with an epoch 
Bigfoots out on Broadway with an Uzi pulled and a clean shot 
This one's for the fiends who melt the brain until the screen rot 
And the coyote ugly queens screaming dreams and beating teen thots
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released April 29, 2019 
Lyrics by Dank Reynolds da Moleman 
Production and Engineering by Ben Richards da Saucer crab
license
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Maggot Beach

Rick Bastardly 

Heard about this prick bastard, type that'll take a fist backwards 
Too busy playin with action figures that he can't even hear his chicks laughter 
It's the revenge of Robert Carradine, robots and ninja fists after 
I strangle you with garrote wire, leave the body in a ditch, clap ya 
Hands, kid stay in Memphis, brand Hannibal tramp stamp, I'm a tempest 
Wanna fuckin battle, I eat pussies like you for breakfast 
With an extra side of pink, slip on some Floyd, this Kats relentless 
Difference between me and you is I'm a master, yr apprentice 
Go harder than hadron, particles colliding with these atomic fakes 
Comically retarded, yr art is kiddie raps on sharted breaks 
The darkness that I spits the type of shit that keeps Azathoth awake 
While yr flavor's reminiscent of malted pommegrannette vomit taste 
Kaiser says "sose" and Simon says "live action role play" 
Robo-brony training camp, it's adventure time in the roadway 
Find ya lyin cross the track with ya colon blown and some throat pain 
Shoulda called ya Ruby Spears, shit is second rate and it's so lame 

Go Saiyan and level heaven as I pick apart yr intestines 
Left as deceptive puzzle sections antagonizing detectives 
Sick as sickle cell infections, click a selfie, my reflections 
Gripping huckleberry's head like Islamic hexes on brethren 
Godammed internet rappers, thinking cats'll give a shit about you 
Ask me to change my fuckin name, I oughta slap the shit up out you 
Pull out the tissues and some issues of "I need to go home an pout", you 
Might as well just slit yr wrists kid, here's a pamphlet showing how to 
My tongue is a katana, Hattori Hanzo crafted, must be 
Sharpest piece of cutlery you'll ever come close to, trust me 
I'll pull break stands on yr face like captain Murphy, what the fuck G 
If I wrote my shit in Braille, still couldn't ever touch me 
Already been committed for being a danger to my community 
Cannabalizing cats like you with absolute impunity 
I'm a Class 5 mutant flexing telekinetic immunity 
Yr a red shirt on the landing party, fuck you think that you could do to me 

I don't even believe in verses, rely on crafting dissertations 
Leave incisions in yr syllables, slipping mickeys to yr cadence 
Deranged enough to butterfly yr face with rusty chains and 
Erase yr dental records with some pliers in my basement 
Debaser holding razors, I am Un Chien on angel dust 
Eyes are sliced, yr vivisected, dissected brains mainlined to mush 
Bad touch example, opticals popping from the bumrush 
Go Whitman from a clock tower, click, hit you with the funcrush 
I'm fucking dastardly dick, I'm a monster I'm inglorious 
Notorious for stomping bastard pricks without a chorus, just 
I'll conceived rhyme schemes like demon seeds with a thesaurus 
Reporters on the scene turned Lilly green, I bust the goriest 
Torture porn, I scorch the earth, apocalypse for what it's worth 
Barberra torments barbaric, resort to shovel, face to dirt 
Insert witty action sequence, meep the geek, veins'll squirt 
Brains are just a pollock painting, serving Kurt Cobain deserts
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released April 23, 2019 
Lyrics by Dank Reynolds da Moleman 
Production and Engineering by Ben Richards da Saucer Crab

Rick Bastardly

An evening at grizzlebee's 

Swimming in oblivion, tinfins glistening 
Whistling tipporelli with a tiger-bot hesh and Dissidents 
Stimutacs stashed for a suicide mission and 
Howling mad Murphy when the fung shui's kickin in 
Sinkin teeth like stormy waters through the heart of a burst onion 
And Poison all the cells til they're scrambled like Grant Runion 
Cancel the insurance amp the happycake oven up 
It's an evening out at grizzlebee's, you'll wish you had less fun with us 
Fracturing sub space in the name of some free cable 
And yr fifteen minutes ahead of the time table 
Doppelgänger iterations grow increasingly unstable 
When it's man versus monolith, the henchmen are soon unable 
Catch a phantom in a murph-mobile, cut the power, take the wheel 
little orphan angry got the charity to make a deal 
Fake another illness, heard that coma victims love a meal 
Drinking in the irony, it's like the only thing a grifter feels 

Chew up the soul and floss with the spirit of beginners 
Psychoflex another Stilson wrench pill me up for dinner 
Desecrated viscera , Marduk kills the messenger 
Estrada's in his trailer, twenty lives now ahead of ya 
Never thought we'd have bigger problems than a butter shortage 
Cheesesteaks and chloroform isolate and contain the tourists 
Quarantine an Eco warrior Tarantino reefs and florists 
Vaporators on the fritz the feral cats'll leave you porous 
Honey maple ranch aside a loaf of salsa cookie bread 
Catch all the excitement get a free Long Island for the head 
Jale-maple-pino hallael-who said cowabunga's dead 
It's a ham & liquor Hootanany part the rio grande instead 
Daddy needs his medicine cop a can of bebop cola 
This is ice station zebra and the cannibals are fiending over 
Ocean bottom nightmare band are tearing up the fishing hole 
Any questions ask the hologram, I'm leaving him in your control 

Like a koala crapped a rainbow out my brain and down the interstate 
It's a Craptastic voyage with a shrabster on a dinner plate 
Atom smashing asteroids in the highest def in inner space 
This is he smokes bitches, this is king and country, Patton stakes 
Changeatrons and chupacabras random plumbbot super contras 
Frozen hands of hiden and the neptunati hooded monsters 
Trident of infinity release the kraken dig these chompers 
Mort Vader vaporizing brotherhoods with cosmic stompers 
Jump the sharko in an instant while I'm scarfing down some Debbie butter 
The joy of grief is blissful when yr ignorant of cookie cutter 
Hammer games and hand grenades, pipe to temple fever clutter 
Wanna end up like the Bosnians, the thought of it should make you shudder 
Sharks with knives lost tribes and hordes of scuba ninja dancers 
Take yr balls out of yr pocket and step on up to flavor with some whale cancer 
Washing down some onion wings, where's my stapler, take a chance for 
An evening out at grizzlebee's, we patiently await yr answer
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released June 19, 2019 license
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An Evening At Grizzlebees

From the depths of their secret shit posting HQ, Dank Reynolds  and Ben Richards come bringing that trueschool hiphop. Surprise Mothafucka
The newest project by a team that's been working together for 18 years since our first album as Analog & Gamabomb. Download the tracks for free or donate to the cause on https://rhymecrisis.bandcamp.com/

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