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lyrics:
like, how you gon run from me
i love when they run from me
my brothers go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me

ain’t no use abusing packs
i’ll fuck up ya lungs for free
like, “what have you done to me?”
my thumper go dumb for me

i love when they shoot it back
it make it more fun for me
they tryna excuse the past
like, what have you done for me?

my thumper go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me
i love when they shoot it back
it make it more fun for me

don’t fuckin move
i got cut up bodies stuffed in boxes in my room, huh
appetite for violence, bloody diamonds in my tooth, huh
30 in my jacket, when it’s static, let it shoot, huh
bodies in the pool, huh
hollow, what it do, huh?
blow your fucking top, i’m talking noggin through the roof, huh
laser with a stock, it’s supersonic, let it boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, ay
boom

like, how you gon run from me
i love when they run from me
my brothers go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me

ain’t no use abusing packs
i’ll fuck up ya lungs for free
like, “what have you done to me?”
my thumper go dumb for me

don’t fuckin move
i got cut up bodies stuffed in boxes in my room, huh
appetite for violence, bloody diamonds in my tooth, huh
30 in my jacket, when it’s static, let it shoot, huh
bodies in the pool, huh
hollow, what it do, huh?
blow your fucking top, i’m talking noggin through the roof, huh
laser with a stock, it’s supersonic, let it boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh

sacred finger seal

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lyrics:
bullet pumping through your stomach
you a target dummy
all that talking, oh you tough? then why you running from me
tried to @ me, drop the addy
this a murder mission
ain’t no party less lil rezzy brought his burner in it
burner in it

ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i be staring daggers through these rappers, i got murder vision
i’m sporadic with this ratchet, tryna hurt a nigga
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga

i’m a mad dog
schizoid, tactful, an asshole
ride by the kids, “want a gat? got a bagful”
got a pit full of ash in my castle
a bad little witch, she attached to my shackles

been a long night
see the victim when he roll by
my finger itching on the trigger, got my pole tight
and when i throw lead
i seen his soul fly
i strike a match, and hit the spliff and then it’s on sight
he end up livin, make a visit to his home site
i’m well equipped for digging ditches
you alone, right?
this what you asked for
so, what you mad for?
full shaq, breaking glass off the backboard
i’m smacking shit like willy smith, cuz i’m a bad boy
i’m really him, got niggas tripping like a passport
why fight when your soul in my reach?
couple knights in my court

on my throne as a king

bullet pumping through your stomach
you a target dummy
all that talking, oh you tough? then why you running from me
tried to @ me, drop the addy
this a murder mission
ain’t no party less lil rezzy brought his burner in it
burner in it
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i be staring daggers through these rappers, i got murder vision
i’m sporadic with this ratchet, tryna hurt a nigga
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
cuz, i got murder vision
i’m tryna hurt a nigga
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga

17th generation toilet hanako-san

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lyrics:
count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before
so, i head back to the base, that’s sector v
to hit the dope

i count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before

jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man

codename: k.i.l.l.j.o.y.

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lyrics:
hollup baby, i been crazy since the motherfuckin first day
favor my .380, give a fuck about ya birthday
unmedicated, know they finna have a cursed day
ill in my behavior, do them niggas in the worst way

i’m why these missiles outta stock
keep a stizzy in my sock
i get busy with them glocks
keep my pistol, know i got it on me

you a sissy, not a dog
double 50 in the mop
not an issue, you a fraud
just a product of me

keep a cutter on my waistline
ain’t about a dollar? do not holla
i don’t waste time
everybody mobbing ‘til we caught em outta state lines
they gon find his rotten bloated carcass by the bayside
everybody squawkin, not a talker
i’ma take lives
she a little older, never find me on the dateline

said he want the smoke, then roll it up and i’ma face mine
roll it up and i’ma face mine

heavy metal rocking, heavy stomping in my boots
rezzy like a god, i send down lightning like i’m zeus
feeling like a zombie, brain be rotting from the boof
got me talking all that nonsense, i’ma prophet in the booth
never caught up, keep a rifle and a sniper on the scene
bullet hit his noggin, saw it exit through his spleen
rezzy been about it, keep a weapon with a beam
holographic for the static, with a matted lmg
i’m as petty as can be

hollup baby, i been crazy since the motherfuckin first day
favor my .380, give a fuck about ya birthday
unmedicated, know they finna have a cursed day
ill in my behavior, do them niggas in the worst way

i’m why these missiles outta stock
keep a stizzy in my sock
i get busy with them glocks
keep my pistol, know i got it on me

you a sissy, not a dog
double 50 in the mop
not an issue, you a fraud

heavy metal rocking, heavy stomping in my boots
rezzy like a god, i send down lightning like i’m zeus
feeling like a zombie, brain be rotting from the boof
got me talking all that nonsense, i’ma prophet in the booth
never caught up, keep a rifle and a sniper on the scene
bullet hit his noggin, saw it exit through his spleen
rezzy been about it, keep a weapon with a beam
holographic for the static, with a matted lmg
i’m as petty as can..

cryptkept

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lyrics:
i go dummy on these niggas
i don’t buddy with these niggas
tryna flex? you unimpressive
looking bummy to me, nigga
outta dollars, outta sense, you outta money, little nigga
i go all banana clips
now you a monkey in the middle
oh, i’m sorry

but i don’t fear shit
if he ain’t talking ‘bout a check then I don’t hear shit
and i don’t always need a weapon when i peel shit
but if he running, we gon hunt him like a deer, bitch

hunt him like the irs, i’m looking for my taxes
hit him with the fye, i got a nigga doing backflips
i been out my mind, i’m really feeling like i’m batshit
365, the way we spin him on his axis
fan him with that … and, oh my god, he got a facelift
friday, halloween, i got em hiding like i’m jason
i’m not tryna be nobody else, i’m born amazing
boy you looking basic
how you tryna say shit?
what is your location?
i go dummy on these niggas
i don’t buddy with these niggas

tryna flex? you unimpressive
looking bummy to me, nigga
outta dollars, outta sense, you outta money, little nigga
i go all banana clips
now you a monkey in the middle
oh, i’m sorry

but i don’t fear shit
if he ain’t talking ‘bout a check then I don’t hear shit
and i don’t always need a weapon when i peel shit
but if he running, we gon hunt him like a deer, bitch

hunt him like he stole sumn
hunt him from the treetops
brodie nem gon chase that fucker down until his knees lock
shawty asking what’s up in my pants, this here a g lock
sick and tired of heroes, i’m a villian ‘til i’m senile
he thought we was ok
tell that nigga, “we not.”
he thought it was safe, i buss the pistol through the sheetrock
he thought it was mace the way i’m spraying with my heat out
i just bought a draco
brodie got a zpap
he just caught a rebound
like the irs, i’m looking for my taxes
hit him with the fye, i got a nigga doing backflips
i been out my mind, i’m really feeling like i’m batshit
365, the way we spin him on his axis
fan him with that … and, oh my god, he got a facelift
friday, halloween, i got em hiding like i’m jason
i’m not tryna be nobody else, i’m born amazing
boy you looking basic
how you tryna say shit?
what is your location?

no more heroes

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lyrics:
they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts

my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young
i keep staining cuz the blood on me ain’t washing out my jeans
luckily them fuckers black, so that shit kinda hard to see
i foresaw an evil prophecy
i drown it down with bleach
his arteries, yea, they ain’t hard to reach
keep .40 with a beam

i keep tracers in the drum
couple dracs, that’s just for fun
i see pain up in your face
closest thing i feel to love
dirty dancing with the devil
feel the flame up on my tongue
i hate every human being
and if i could, i’d kill em off

(smoke like i’m a thug)
kill em all
(i’m a thug)
kill em all
(good thing i keep it tucked)
kill em all
(keep it tucked)
if i could, kill em all

they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts
my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young

tumbling doll of flesh

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lyrics:
i be killing for the fun
fuck, i just need a reason

you keep talking ‘bout it, but i never seen you squeeze it
looking like a dumbfuck
wet him, leave him seasick
he be pocket watching, pocket rocket leave him speechless
she just wanna watch, she like how rezzy leave em bleeding
she think i’m a god, the only time we in agreement
smoking in the gardens
lookin like it’s eden
blood up on my armor
i don’t need to repent
this a body harvest
feeling like i’m grievous
looking like i’m darth maul
rezzy so egregious
you just wanna bark, dawg
muzzled in the kennel
it’s a setup
when you see me, put the pedal to the metal
i’m the devil
with a pitchfork high
and my chrome all pretty
it don’t matter if he old, i’m petty
human shadow, i’m the one authentic
you look better with your clothes off, baby
when the x hits, party all night
matte black, head to toe
i wear no white

tell me baby, is you alright?
like, tell me baby, is you alright?

body harvest//starkiller

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lyrics:
shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..
(so cool)

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my toolie tool
and it’s..
(beautiful)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..

(so cool)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my tool..

assassination classroom

Rescore of gameplay footage of Super Time Force Ultra - Track 1/2. Waiting on permission to upload the game artwork/footage.

Artwork by the very talented Pikurā:
https://pixabay.com/illustrations/pixel-store-retro-video-game-7272046/

Pep-Talk [Super Time Force Ultra ReScore]

Inspired by Jenny's Death scene from Forrest Gump. Produced with MuseSounds in MuseScore Studio 4.

This Is Not a Goodbye

All tracks are my own
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https://musescore.com/user/182588/sheetmusic
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⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

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