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Anti-World II

(Produced by Landfill, Art by @octbrfrst)
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Run up the mill
Chase the dollar bill
You don't wanna fuck around
& Die on that hill
Keep your jitters steady
In the morning gotta get ready
There's no damn confetti 
This party's getting messy

I walk in, feeling myself, ridding myself of ill-will
I perk up, not on perc, fix yourself, that's the deal
Creature staring at my glow, better flash n let em know
How this go, there's no out, only up, that's for sure 

In the mix, grabbing drinks, take a sip, let it sink
What you think? Are you Tripping, can you blink?
Grab my knife, let it skin, let it blood, let it thin
All that blood, in the drink, I think that it's turning pink

All this noise got me bugging in my sleep, sit still
All this walking got me aching in my ankle, let's chill
All this chatter got me chatty when the opposite is real
All these thoughts circling round, like I'm running through the field 
In the midst of all the pressure it can garner out some steel
Like machinery at work, nothing cares bout how you feel
When you're aching in the habit of what works, don't you know
That there's always something else, something unlike of before

The Mill

World Is A Mess

Squabble With The Struggle

Just To Reek Havoc

King Of Mental Illness

Tearing My Head Out

Let Me Introduce Myself

S In Stress

Enter The Chamber Chain

Turn It Around

if you didnt see it leon'swolf needs help for his car, anything helps.
if melly didn't tell me about Socundcoud the song would not be here, please donate to sonny he wants a desktop pc, okay lyrics below. this is about stress.

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By myself, say a prayer
I’m on earth, on a chair

I was wide-eyed at the thought of repercussions 
Cramping out I got the castor oil for ya

Mix n match I mix it up n then I throw up
This ‘lithium ain’t doing shit about the glo’ up

Entrapped in cases of this veil that I put under
Entrapped in thoughts of psycho horror like they covers

Maxing out like it was damaging your health or something
Collapse from the stress, die from the stress

That’s what I was on, that was the ordeal
Coming to my sense, if my sense was healed

When I’m not on shit, feel like lighter fluid
Only for the flame, running out will do it

When I don’t pursue this, i just don’t feel use
Like a hammer with no nail, walls fall loose

S In Stress (Prod. Landfill)

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EDIT 3/9/24: It's been nothing short of an incredible ride.

Latex Shawdy is out now on vinyl. Limited quantity. Purchase below. & No, I'm not changing the metadata name to Mac anything, lol, just had a fun revelation about life.

Anti-World II

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