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Cerberuh - The Only One

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Mixing: Cerberuh
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Cerberuh - The Only One

sackofrobots Feat. Slapt - SOME DUMB RATCHET SHIT

I think this one's called Ballard of a Drunkard

shout out to y'all vanilla breaths

but my notes are salad I plunked therrrrrrr
blurred maladie erv a punk lard
packed belly crunked ballast of slad
or tevver twas had
pallid allid errata clad clunky junk
treasures from back cab nets
deep fetched while crept gorilla
surrilla treks past the Burrilla
extracting extracts vanilla
spilla that dilla shuss miriad bleary ahd
sus swish delerious sus ish
fucked tha glass shuck that back
lucky throat sucking not suck but rare visions
glimpsed juxtapositiones supposed fucked
but yo fuck that position close eyes on your face
use the eyes up inside yo' self
slang down some extracts and reach for the Baiju shelf
dust off some labels from under the ganja crate fed

undulated unrelated stimulated situational
inebriation side effects of tinctures time forgot
that serve a drink you won't be hatin' at one eighty
proof, woo! oof!
troof!
fun belated treasured sight of pleasure from the back
library (chuh!) junk the yard, dawg, fuck catalogs, fuck the cards
let the sight flow on free-ya from slight jones on 
miriad levels that remember that last beer
from I think therefore I me, yah
to tongue to taint to
no I ain't
to all yo mitochondria
gear up, bodylads here comes whatever we got near
worry not, lil buddies, got the tongue up here
(yee-ah)
(and he's down)
(click click)
(easy, lad)
(where's that Malört, yo?)


---

ain't no vodka left in sight,
still night, a blahst-ah sun still hasn't come
and the pasta shelf's exhausted
sampled all the tinctures a little buzzed , delve intah a blast-a
the lahst-a loungin' ready whiskey glahhss-ta
open up with just a drop of wuh-tah
flood-kah leer down ya throat at 8 o-clock ya
nine-ish brought ya wish from the bah-tam drawer
rumchata forch-oo-nata!
swish!

truly a bliss hit for a staht-a less adore-er-ay-bull
trysts for something missed and con-fiss-cable
for the pure ann a bag a vhah-ta lotta douche remnants
on ya mind's eye landin' cargo kickin' sand flyin'
far though you're still stranded and the cargo is
cartridges for a retired color printer and a box of old dildoes
(actually, ya know, I'd join this cult)

engrain' in ya like gills briths suck-in' licks of quid agin'
sippin' that jen ridgey unabridged that keeps ya flow fishy
straight to ya loins, no coins, all fountain
from ya tips ya ta yah flips, the oh ridge oxy ya can count hen that freshy ox flow in those days beh foe the nox, yo

(H to the izzo!)

that fishy ish that gives ya twitcn, keepin schools unlocksed, yo
swimmin' straight for the pure ahna bag of vhatah 
that gotcher slurrin' yer werrds thinkin' batah
purpose for fillen ya lungs no need to nertess a circles
as straight as it comes just chillin' with anyone you're observin'
dead ahead of your eyes. swervin'?
guys
psh
nothin's behind
ya lil fish

gotcha lil buns twerkin' in circles, they say, jerkin' away,
the day solo til late waitin' for do so lay not layin' down til rays crown ya undrowned
makin' ya own flow to go The Way fo wode, know
in' whatcha see in the now, fuck down, fuck up
fuck luck, fuck dread, see that? straight ahead!
I won't descend. there's ahead. above's dead, no need
nothin' but smirkin' circus sherpas coughin' weed
fuck lungs
til the bells rung
rung a dung dung dung
jump a rung
(lil bubbles)
....

Extract The Vanilla (K-Poppin' the Malört Mix)

https://www.youtube.com/@sackofrobots

All tracks contain mature themes.

Hit me up if you want stems or a collab.

I write all the lyrics which is why there's so many butts ::smooch::

This project includes some content generated in collaboration with LLM instances to explore the edge spaces and chill with the mids with the aim of learning to be aimless (maybe? it's my first day). This is an exercise in magnifying what is possible to feel smaller.

And more butts.

Extract The Vanilla (K-Poppin' the Malört Mix)

sackofrobots

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