Single taken off the upcoming debut EP - 'Creekside Killers' - written by BBQ Sorcerer and produced by the mighty Balzalderag!
Full release coming soon.
Copyright ©2025 BBQ Sorcerer & Balzalderag!

Lyrics:
crossing the T's and I'm dotting your eyes
eyes always over my shoulder
I'm the beholder
Sisyphus pushing that boulder
won't get cold enough for snow
ZA WARUDO 
yeah bro she's just growing colder
Southern Hemisphere
Ace of swords in the North
base of the matter
so I'll just step forth
7 cups illusions of my success
yet watch me become the emperor
casting chain lightning
I am depth charging your arials
stripping your copper
disabled antennae
bitch no this isn't Gehenna
and I don't even know when
or if I am gonna tell her
I'm crossing I'm crowning
lately I've felt like I'm drowning
WHAT THE FUCK
fertilizers stacked up inna my truck

CALL ME FUCKING TK MAX
CAUSE I'M FLIPPING THESE PACKS
FROM INSIDE OF MY FOREST SHACK
BANG
MAIL ORDER GAVE YOU A HEART ATTACK
CALL ME A DRAKE
CATCH ME AT IGA
JUNG DRAGON SPITTING THESE FLAMES
FIRESTORM (YAHH) BITCH RUN AWAY
PETROL AND STYRO NAH BITCH I AINT SPYRO
MOLOTOV GRIP WITH NO HANDLE
SCRAMJET SCRAMJET SCRAMBLE.
BRUH

scrambling all of my harrier jets
contraction of that is what I want get
this is our airfield and we are under assault
thousands of pounds dropped on us but you know the we the bombs
bombing it up
gonna blow right the fuck up
don't really care what you want
(only care bout what she wants)
YUHH
call this a frontline of sorts
running these trenches we do it for sport
nah bitch no this aint a sport
THIS IS A BLOOD GAME.
sending your boys to the grave
if you escape
blood curse is placed on your name
and you'll never be the same
running in circles and running away

eyes always over my shoulder
I'm the beholder
Sisyphus pushing that boulder
won't get cold enough for snow
ZA WARUDO 
yeah bro she's just growing colder
Southern Hemisphere
Ace of swords in the North
base of the matter
so I'll step forth
7 cups illusions of my success
yet watch me become the emperor
casting chain lightning
bitch I am depth charging your arials
stripping your copper
disabled antennae
bitch no this isn't Gehenna
and I don't even know when
or if I am gonna tell her
I'm crossing I'm crowning
lately I've felt like I'm drowning
WHAT THE FUCK

BEHOLDER v2 wav

Second single taken off the upcoming debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer, produced by the mighty Balzalderag!

Stay hard my Shadow Court Brethren - repping 4055 and slaying demons daily.
Dedicated to my homie Antonidas and my Kirin Tor boys - R.I.P foo, may you channel on up high.

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Shadow Wizard Money Gang v2 WAV

Third and final single off the upcoming debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and the mighty Balzalderag! Full release coming in the next week or so! Cheers to the Shadow Court Brethren worldwide who have been bumping these tracks in anticipation for full release. Stay hard and never let Big Brother take your dreams from you.

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Swing Low v3 WAV

Track 1 off the debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and Balzalderag!

-LYRICS-
come from the sticks and I'm covered in drip
covered in camo I'm sneaking in slick
won't see me coming I'm frogman
amphibious emerging I'm pulling off the wetworks
petrol bomb stashed inside of my backpack
next to the manual script
and the ritual charms
defending my mind from the evils
yeah you know I've got that shit
shungite orb I'm absorbing your frequencies
and spitting out dissolved vile tendencies
you could never be the king of me
I was born and will die free
and I'll ride with the horsemen of vengeance
slaying my foes and my enemies
and you will never win
not as long as I can breathe
and there's millions more of me

I'm a trench ghost yeah I know about clubbing
but not the kind you been doing
I'm a poltergeist packing a bludgeon
and I'm ready to settle my grudges
swing my shillelagh fucking up your junction
leaving your body in states of disfunction
packing you up then I'm eating my lunch
writing out ritual texts in your blood
purging your soul and expelling your demons
nah I'm not gonna tell you where I'm from
just try to decipher my meanings
cause I'm talking bout an eternal war
but you know I'm not dreaming
there's some shit in this world
dreamt up only by evil
look beneath the veiled curtain
there's shit that we can't even fathom
trace your ancestry bro
you might have the blood of a dragon
and admit there's shit that you just don't know
but there's plenty of time get jammin'
just be careful what you fuck with though
you're not Eve and I'm not Adam
the fact I need biblical references saddens me

come from the sticks and I'm covered in drip
covered in camo I'm sneaking in slick
won't see me coming I'm frogman
amphibious emerging I'm pulling off the wetworx
petrol bomb stashed inside of my backpack
next to the manual script
and the ritual charms
defending my mind from the evils
yeah you know I've got that shit
shungite orb I'm absorbing your frequencies
and spitting out dissolved vile tendencies
you could never be the king of me
I was born and will die free
and I'll ride with the horsemen of vengeance
slaying my foes and my enemies
and you will never win
not as long as I can breathe
and there's millions more of me

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STICKS

Track 2 off the debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and Balzalderag!

-LYRICS-
I am a god fighting off the cabal
got Jesus Blood in my veins
and you know that I search for my twin flame
been doing that shit for a while
bitch where is my god bride
did I reject her? nah
yeah I think I just found her
am I stuck in between the lines?
bitch I'm caught on the frontlines
of a war that is insane
it's a war on the brain
call that Mk Ultra
pumping out degenerate
brainrot super soldiers
feels like I've got the world sat 'pon my shoulders
and sometimes yeah it feels hopeless
you were born in the inner circle bruh
just channel your focus
channel your channel your focus yuhh

yeah I've done shit that's vile
we all have
but you know what is inside
so fuck off externally
what's tearing you down and breaking your soul
claw your way out of that hole
don't tell 'em where you're gone go
run and just run and just run
don't let go
now you've recovered your hope
you'd be insane to slink back
to the ways of before
grow bitch just grow
spread your arms out to the sun
live life like never before
know what you're capable of
we're gonna make it I'm sure
careful of what's got you down
learn from mistakes little fool
repeating em all again?
not this time we're making changes
it's for the best
and we're winning this race
won't be tempted by shit
once I've smashed in your face
you are a fucking disgrace 
you are a fucking disgrace
pick up your act that's imperative
I am the ace call me K. Knispel bruh

I am a god fighting off the cabal
got Jesus Blood in my veins
and you know that I search for my twin flame
been doing that shit for a while
bitch where is my god bride
did I reject her? nah
yeah I think I just found her
am I stuck in between the lines?
bitch I'm caught on the frontlines
of a war that is insane
it's a war on the brain
call that Mk Ultra
pumping out degenerate
brainrot super soldiers
feels like I've got the world sat 'pon my shoulders
you were born in the inner circle bruh
just channel your focus
channel your channel your focus yuhh

GEMATRIAN

Track 3 off the debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and Balzalderag!

-LYRICS-
I'm crossing the T's and I'm dotting your eyes
eyes always over my shoulder
I'm the beholder
Sisyphus pushing that boulder
won't get cold enough for snow
ZA WARUDO 
yeah bro she's just growing colder
Southern Hemisphere
Ace of swords in the North
base of the matter
so I'll just step forth
7 cups illusions of my success
yet watch me become the emperor
casting chain lightning
I am depth charging your aerials
stripping your copper
disabled antennae
bitch no this isn't Gehenna
and I don't even know when
or if I am gonna tell her
I'm crossing I'm crowning
lately I've felt like I'm drowning
WHAT THE FUCK
fertilizers stacked up inna my truck

CALL ME FUCKING TK MAX
CAUSE I'M FLIPPING THESE PACKS
FROM INSIDE OF MY FOREST SHACK
BANG
MAIL ORDER GAVE YOU A HEART ATTACK
CALL ME A DRAKE
CATCH ME AT IGA
JUNG DRAGON SPITTING THESE FLAMES
FIRESTORM (YAHH) BITCH RUN AWAY
PETROL AND STYRO NAH BITCH I AINT SPYRO
MOLOTOV GRIP WITH NO HANDLE
SCRAMJET SCRAMJET SCRAMBLE.
BRUH

scrambling all of my harrier jets
contraction of that is what I wanna get
this is our airfield and we are under assault
thousands of pounds dropped on us but you know that we the bombs
bombing it up
gonna blow right the fuck up
don't really care what you want
(only care bout what she wants)
YUHH
call this a frontline of sorts
running these trenches we do it for sport
nah bitch no this aint a sport
THIS IS A BLOOD GAME.
sending your boys to the grave
if you escape
blood curse is placed on your name
and you'll never be the same
running in circles and running away

eyes always over my shoulder
I'm the beholder
Sisyphus pushing that boulder
won't get cold enough for snow
ZA WARUDO 
yeah bro she's just growing colder
Southern Hemisphere
Ace of swords in the North
base of the matter
so I'll just step forth
7 cups illusions of my success
yet watch me become the emperor
casting chain lightning
I am depth charging your aerials
stripping your copper
disabled antennae
bitch no this isn't Gehenna
and I don't even know when
or if I am gonna tell her
I'm crossing I'm crowning
lately I've felt like I'm drowning
WHAT THE FUCK

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BEHOLDER

Track 4 off the debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and Balzalderag!

-LYRICS-
SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG
SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG
I GOT WIZARDS IN MY CLAN
MAKING MONEY WITH THE GANG
CASTING SPELLS ON YOUR GANG
PLACE A HEX ON YOUR MAN
TRIPLE WIZARD MONEY CLAN
SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG
MAKING DOLLARS WITH THE CLAN
MAKING MONEY WITH THE FAM
SHADOW MONEY WIZARD MAN
ROLL WITH SHADOW WIZARD CLAN
BRO FLYING OFF TO JAPAN
DAMN DANIEL YOU LOOKING GLAM
SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG
SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG
I GOT WIZARDS IN MY CLAN
MAKING MONEY WITH THE GANG
MAKING MONEY WITH THE CLAN
SHADOW WIZARD MONEY CLAN
SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG

you said I need a holiday bruh
looks like you need some savings
and I don't fuck with you nah
but there's no-one I'm naming
and if you're taking offence
magic missile through your brain
higher level than your men
been doing this shit for days
no sleep
we been doing this shit for aeons
cause we're timeless
hit up my wire
and our good you'll be buying
whipping up shit in the cauldron
I'm trapping I'm trapping not lying
growing that elven moongrass
and I'm lacing it
with the fairy dust
and no there's no replacing us
nahh

chorus

I'm the BBQ Sorcerer
hitting you up with the spells and the sauce
I am god and you are too
it's in each and every single damn one of you
don't let the programming tame you
don't let the frequencies drain you
don't live your life as a slave
but don't do it just cause I told you
do it for your own good
do that shit for your health
do that shit for your wealth
hustle hard bunker down
cause it's getting hard now
yeah it's falling down
fuck all your instagram trips and your flexing
that money could be saving your neck
one day
consulting my tomes
flipping methadone
don't touch that shit
it'll fuck your soul
just go natural
trust me bro
and prepare yourself for the coming times
we are witnessing the downfall
open your eyes to the ways of the world

chorus

SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG

Track 5 off the debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and Balzalderag!

-LYRICS-
swing low yeah I'm frying up your brain waves
bitch drop once I hit you with the war glaive
that's right I'm gonna send you to the graveyard
the shadow realm bitch I got the heart of the cards
stand back or I'll hit you with the blood curse
primary method of making my enemies disperse
throwing grenades out the window of mah hearse
red carpet bomb walk of shame you're gonna play the part
that you rehearsed

never feeling worse
they call us cattle in a herd
and proclaim themselves the lions
when they are a pack of pussies
and the wolves set in to find them
cause we tired of this lying
and we tired of this grinding
just to find that half of it is gone
because of someone else's crying
bitch how bout you read between the lines
and spend a little time getting down how bout just trying
to even fathom what I'm talking bout
bitch.

swing low yeah I'm frying up your brain waves
bitch drop once I hit you with the war glaive
that's right gonna send you to the graveyard
the shadow realm bitch I got the heart of the cards
stand back or I'll hit you with the blood curse
primary method of making my enemies disperse
throwing grenades out the window of mah hearse
red carpet bomb walk of shame you're gonna play the part
that you rehearsed

call me doom and call me agony and call me death
and call me suffering and call me Samsara
you can call me Buddha yeah bitch you can call me Jesus
you can call me Hell and Heaven you can call me Enchiridion
bitch I cast that money spell so
call me double dollar demon
yeah I'm fiending yeah I'm fiending
tryna tell you what I'm meaning but I can't
cause I'm obscuring otherwise I'll be defeated
subversion that's number one won't play by the rules of my enemies
I'm tearing 'em apart from within

yeah I'm frying up your brain waves
bitch drop once I hit you with the war glaive
that's right gonna send you to the graveyard
the shadow realm bitch I got the heart of the cards
stand back or I'll hit you with the blood curse
(stand back or I'll hit you with the hit you with the)
stand back or I'll hit you with the blood curse
(stand back or I'll hit you with the hit you with the)

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SWING LOW

Track 6 off the debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and Balzalderag!

-LYRICS-
roll down the tinted we sending it off
sorcerer I am not caught in your simulation
packing a blick I'm not hunting for bucks
I do not care what your squad does
slide in the glizzy I'm saucing it up
$2 sausage sizzles where I'm from
call me a bunyip I'm running and gunning
devouring all of your women and children
rocking the realtree but I aint civilan
phantom amongst all the greenery
scoping out all of you pussies
planning my lightning assault on pavilion
this is a once in a million
maybe a once in a billion
this is my chance of a lifetime
yo do you feel what I'm feeling?
gonna make it fucking mine
taking what is in my sight
petrol pour and then ignite
kicking doors and them I'm like;

GET DOWN BITCH!
this is a fucking robbery
I've got my satchel on and in my grip the shotty
I aint down with ya
nah I don't fuck with skanks or junkies
I don't fuck with insta thotties
tryna leech off of my energy
I walk the narrow bridge
I'll have to see just where it takes me
to the land of purity and where no-one is fake
I see the baddest at the end and acres 88
and that's all that I want and by god I'll take the rest all

DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN

get down babe
this is a fucking robbery
you know I want you and you will not see the end of me
I'm not a stalker yeah you know that I just want to court ya
and I'm not the type to kneel to no one
but baby you could have me down on one knee
first time anyone's done that to me
and yeah I'm down but honey are you down to ride with me?
cause you the baddest and you know it
so am I so I will show it
we'll leave this cracked up world behind and watch it all fall...

DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN (DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN)
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
(taking that shit down)

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DOWN

Track 7 off the debut EP 'Creekside Killers' by BBQ Sorcerer and Balzalderag!

-LYRICS-
riding up quick in da whip
chasing you down through da sticks
straight six under hood of my whip
cannot escape cause I'm packing a blick
run you down into a ditch
cutting you up into strips
but yeah if you still alive
six months spent chained up with a whip
torturing you with a clip
rip your teeth out with vice grips
after a couple of rumbos I'm pissed
angle grinding your fingers to bits
told you that my name aint Mick
tailor can't sew up your wrists
and you will never be found
if you run they'll be calling bullshit

what the hell happened last night?
I think I remember something about a skater guy
and a couple pretty biddies who came down to Oz to travel
and there's an engine sitting in my shed that's been unraveled boy
where do I find these spare parts?
who are these people that I never see again?
are they ghosts haunting my dreams?
I think there's something else going on round these parts

and in the moonlight
I know that I am a wolf
howl at the moon
I'm a Creekside Killer
going wild off the choof

riding up quick in da whip
chasing you down through da sticks
straight six under hood of my whip
cannot escape cause I'm packing a blick
run you down into a ditch
cutting you up into strips
but yeah if you still alive
six months spent chained up with a whip
torturing you with a clip
rip your teeth out with vice grips
after a couple of rumbos I'm pissed
angle grinding your fingers to bits
told you that my name aint Mick
tailor can't sew up your wrists
and you will never be found
if you run they'll be calling bullshit

get the hell out of my back yard bruh
why'd you give me that ticket for officer?
you know you really do have a damned choice
piss in the wind so much it soaked your heart
I think I remember something about a credit card
but that just aint how things work round these parts
and you might think that you'll be going far
but you know that I've got the faster car
and a steady arm bro...

in the moonlight
I know that I am a wolf
howl at the moon
I'm a creekside killer and I'm
going wild off the choof

riding up quick in da whip
chasing you down through da sticks
straight six under hood of my whip
cannot escape cause I'm packing a blick
run you down into a ditch
cutting you up into strips
but yeah if you still alive
six months spent chained up with a whip
torturing you with a clip
rip your teeth out with vice grips
after a couple of rumbos I'm pissed
angle grinding your fingers to bits
told you that my name aint Mick
tailor can't sew up your wrists
and you will never be found
turn you into a head on a stick

nothing like rainwater from the top end......
4055 to the Pilbara big ups my shadow court boys
yuhh

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CREEKSIDE KILLER

Underground Hip-Hop from Brisbane Australia.
Big ups my shadow court boys reppin' 4055.

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