its that bad dope
im that bad dope

Im that bad dope
The shit that kills you
You shoot it anyways
Hope that it fulfills you
leave you sober in a hour with ya wishin
sittin head in hands awe struck an reminiscing
ill make you feel sick needin more
that body collapse in the fetal on floors
prostration to god just a little bit more but im already planets away out the door
its not my fault you thought you were invincible
now you fienin in a ditch for lil slugger
its not the first time youll with withdraw
 its not something you can ignore
i know ur smokin slug offa tin foil
im not that type of drug "recreational"
i know you all callin yung manic depression for warmth
im sorry i dont fuck with bodies i wont hit the phone
i got words of wisdom written down and written slow
dont ever fuck around with my bad dope

Ill be that bad dope, the shit that kills you
acid eatin eating through your styrofoam interior
ill be that one trip you wish you could relive
but everytime you try again there's nothing on the strip
ill be your favorite drug that good shit you never find
crystal figure that you turn into a line
ill leave you wanting more...
let you fill in the blanks
im floating down stream and youre not moving from the bank NAH


dont come near its not safe (ehh whatever)
youll probly do it anyway
look i understand infatuation
but ya need ta hit some meetings, think you got a problem
im that bad dope
boy and ice a carnival
you wanna trip hard? then come swallow this holy nut
that schedule one
upper echelon
faded love
columbine Colombian 
you ain neva been fucked up
i sip it, i smoke it, i pop it, i snort it, theres nothin important imported
or smuggled that compares to psychoactivity at the deep depths of my ocean
Im dope
i guess im aware..
i guess i understand...
Dopin

Ill be that bad dope, the shit that kills you
acid eatin eating through your styrofoam interior
ill be that one trip you wish you could relive
but everytime you try again there's nothing on the strip
ill be your favorite drug that good shit you never find
crystal figure that you turn into a line
ill leave you wanting more...
let you fill in the blanks
im floating down stream and youre not moving from the bank NAH

a pound of heroin sticks straight into my jugular
fall inside the sky and wake up on the floor
ima sell myself to woman thatll need that hard
leave you wantin more you know ill leave you wantin more

make you dope sick ima make you dope sick 
starin at my disposition like you love sick
make love sick ima make you dope sick
pukin in the porcelain like you dope sick 

Ill be that bad dope, the shit that kills you
acid eatin eating through your styrofoam interior
ill be that one trip you wish you could relive
but everytime you try again there's nothing on the strip
ill be your favorite drug that good shit you never find
crystal figure that you turn into a line
ill leave you wanting more...
let you fill in the blanks
im floating down stream and youre not moving from the bank NAH

guitar/vocals: slowriter
vocals/prod.: slug

Bad Dope feat. Slowriter


PROD: YUNG SLUG

im a wrist lock cutter
with a bitch on one
in that two tone eva
with the shits forlorn
just wanna sleep forever
got that melancholia
but i been geekin off the powder paradox insomnia
its just burning while im burning
waking up from scenes unnerving
i tried a grain of salt but i cant help but feel its urgent
throw it up up lemme see ya fuck some
stuck in the way that i move
noided i cannot avoid it i loitered up over the toilets while puking up mortal annoyance to porcelain god
i cant move on
i think ive fallen above
livid and seperated yeah
the story's old and stale and im a broken mp3
they fuck with me
on this stage i bleed
cease

i wont lie its on me
im forlorn
i understand abandoning cause  im
im forlorn
i wont cry in front of me
im forlorn
thats a sigh or exhaling bitch im
im forlorn

hotbox the wing zero cockpit
chopped and screwed basedgod on the fuckin speakers
twin buster rifle aimin at yo bitch bust that pussy in the melon just to show ya whos the chz
on my esoteric i ain really tryna make it
i ain in the business of fake daps and congregations
i ain in the business of some fuckin lobbyists who got the numbers in they skulls and nothin else but
ill crucify myself with not a soul watchin
and resurrect then transcend  by my lonesome
and when that rapture come there wont be a soul to save
the slug alone returns to the holy gates
aww i failed it
oh my god i failed it
black eyed nuisance set upon the fuckin sewage
pale faced and fluent
in nihilistic ruin
im beside my self
fuck it

i wont lie its on me
im forlorn
i understand abandoning cause  im
im forlorn
i wont cry in front of me
im forlorn
thats a sigh or exhaling bitch im
im forlorn

FORLORN

Fix Me Voice Memo (Unreleased)

-I hung myself on this cross so I wouldn't hang myself
-an ode to a forgotten self-sacrifice 

-AWFUL RECORDS-

Cover Art by Ian Ried

Holy Descent To Hell Ft GAHM (prod. GAHM)

She Loves You But... Feat. Stalin Majesty (prod. Slug)

the lofi rap song collection of the century. shoudout all the plants. all production by slug, Walked Away Surf Rock Version co produced by Dexter Dukarus and Couldnt think of anyone coproduced by Houdinne.

Walked Away Inspirational Message Christian Rock Version

Wrist Go Shiva Shiva Based Freestyle

Johnny Bravo Based Freestyle

i been laying here for hours
it's colder at the bottom of the shower

Produced by Nedarb

Awful Records 2017

Scraped Me Off The Pavement (prod. Nedarb)

prod. slug

i couldnt break myself
now its all caught up
wrote ur number on my hand
but it all washed off
i swear you cold hardly breathe
when i found you there
said i wasnt enough
that i never cared

you watched me kill myself
i know that fucked up things
but what else can i do
now i no longer dream
you threw up all those pills
sat outside some old church
baby i know it kills
but it hurts me worse

not talkin dont really feel like talkin
cause theres nothin inside of me worth sharin really anymore
i got a problem i think i got a problem
my heads broken and theres no way that i can twist it back on

i wrote ur number on my hand but... it all washed off
it all washed off washed off washed off

you watched me kill myself
i know that fucked up things
but what else can i do
now i no longer dream
you threw up all those pills
sat outside some old church
baby i know it kills
but it hurts me worse

All Washed Off

Either Way

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Bad Dope feat. Slowriter

Slug † Christ

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