a spaceship from detroit abducted you and this is your story.

Coki - Goblin

Flood Lights

Not EP-related; just a random composition.

Pigeon-Toed

The second track and first real single from the upcoming EP "Nothing Good Ever Happens Here"

Filth Regression

lie to me like an expiration date
serving limbs on the amputation plate
every woman’s just corporation bait 
deja vu, i'm duplicating fate 
 
battle wet dreams of a pillow fight
die in dirt like a weeping willow might
fast learner: i make grown men cry 
your mind swirling like henna hand dye 
 
relentless like a dental hygienist
plotting murder over a light breakfast 
you hunker down over a spreadsheet
don't even know it yet, but you're dead meat 
 
white bed with canopy: i’m staying chaste
tubes tied, thighs glued together with paste
we bail: i skip town, you dodge the draft 
this bitch only knows how to botch the craft 
 
forget etiquette with forbidden fruit
it finally happened: a smitten brute
never licking clits, just licking boots
reform your ways or get bitten mute
 
the formula’s perfect as the sistine 
prick the pageantry, now it’s pristine 
born from snakes, got the hiss gene 
your face in movies, so i kiss screens 
 
never the bride, i’m the bridesmaid
skimmed the subpoena, cried for days 
solve the crossword but hide the maze
locked in a cage, i'd just die to graze  
 
of course you're intolerant to lactose
tied you up in the cold: now you lack toes
only appropriate to wear black clothes
refuse to take any flack: i'm a pro
 
debutante destined to detonate
had to watch your own body bifurcate
with a gun, i break into the sperm bank
look at all the body parts in my worm tank
 
i’m not a giver, always a taker
matter of time til you meet your maker 
pointed to the calendar: picked a day 
bungled it: the bullets just ricochet 
 
i know how to light but not extinguish 
dream of 4 limbs like how wings wish 
i’m navigating life as a raw nerve
play it straight as a claw’s curve
 
hole a bag of tricks, no treasure chest
like baby birds with the severed nest 
precious punks line my courtyard
fuck glass ceilings, abort the shards 
 
arch my back for the marching band
parched, you swallowed sand on garden land
it’s time to curb your enthusiasm 
curb stomp you right when you orgasm
 
the premise is promised: it's paradise lost
been not only double- but thrice-crossed
predictable as a darkened dice toss 
and i freeze him alive with this ice sauce 

prepare your tastebuds: i make you taste bugs
when it comes to breastmilk, i waste jugs
it's like when they used to free-base drugs 
now they're sealed up: perfectly placed plugs 

you kill emotional support animals 
i'm loved like i stopped the invading cannibals
but i pause to dismantle your mandibles 
everyone gets it, says: that's understandable 

caress the contraband: now it's fated 
rip out the pacemaker, now you're hated 
won't miss your trial: the date's been slated 
been anticipating it, i waited + waited

with heavy eyelids, i'm crying cataracts
about as insane as how a mad hatter acts 
arrive like a satyr with the matter-of-facts 
you really can't miss the blood spatter tracks

worship like a subterranean supplicant
gorging on nutritional supplements 
and the supple skin of a succulent 
can't be denied the holy rite of sustenance

they say it’ll progress to sepsis
scissors to my hair: evil step-sis
she's infectious, still gives a strep kiss
pluck your soul out thru your solar plexus

Expiration Date (prod. Robbie Chemical)

drums samples from the Casio SK-1 (my first sampler)
tracks made on an OP-1 Field(my lastest sampler)

Ça fait des années

LYRICS
ma boy here
gettin fih 'ed
fo ma weh 'n
you know a'mean?
da swu i'm tawkenbout
AY YO!

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