hurry up and die 
death do us part 
look into his eyes 
listen to his heart 
half torn apart no love left for the art 
X2

he wanted 2
she wanted 4
hadn’t even had one yet they want more 
what’s the score
it’s so poor 
before ur heart is drained out n poured
awww 
u adore 
a fucking long ride put ur foot to the floor 
have no idea man what ur fucking missing 
it’s a guess
or intuition 
can’t ask teef man he’s here for the ride 
be it all be
take a fucking nose dive 
ha
like he’s here for the high five fuck ur pride n severe all ties 

there’s been about 8
no debate
doesn’t even think when it’s time to ejaculate
what a state 
self hate 
can drive u to do things u don’t even rate 
where’s ur mates n do u even have any 
it’s no hate but do u even bag plenny,
man it might be all talk but there’s no part to play when it’s death n remorse 

Vox by Teef
Produced by The Last Skeptik

Hurry Up & Die

he ain’t trying to be bait tho
learnt how to troll from listening to space ghost 
dip shiyt 
only if ya say so animated late shows far from debate shows peas from ur cake hole some can’t fathom legit since the mega drive days of john madden,
please just believe it they laugh to the bank when u purchase the secret leave it 
let it catch dust like it aught to a sign that ur mind u ain’t being to thoughtful resourceful treated like the forfeits corporal 
mere mortals 
u can see it in their short falls,
they wanna put him in a box 
chopped op a lot gotta watch non stop fox always on ur tippy toes though none for slacking 
lurking in the dark for the chance to put the crap in what’s cracking cracking all these heads like an egg head leg spread up against the wall from a dead leg he said beg beg for ur life like it’s jigsaw piss poor contaminated news about in discourse,
what the fuck u meant to do though embrace that ur fates full of hate like suebo 
bare neggaz u know wanna be the uno
flashing fake straps in vids it’s all pseudo faker than a weave 
get up on a wave 
hit ‘em with the heat 
always misbehave 
talk about homogenous and neggaz always tolerant but plant a seed it’s seen as pure ominous,
get up on a binge doesn’t fucking snort puts it in his drink doesn’t do syringe has it on a whim popping for the win trying to distort begging for remorse death to us all 

Vox by Teef
Produced by The Last Skeptik

Buckit

quick drip
spite and he might throw the water with the baby an introverted extravert gone hasty talk behind his back like he only does the pasty 
that’s crazy but you can’t persuade teef 
blazed haze hazy weren’t no room to be lazy
time spent waiting procrastinating hating
debating shoulda coulda woulda booga now ur fucking dead 
shoulda said was in ur fucking head don’t beg cruel world yeh it’s fucking dred what now gonna stand like a fucking plum not teef na man are u fucking dumb rather run up in ur chic or ur fucking drum bang her ur sis or ur fucking mum,
he’s really a nice guy suttin with a D if ur trynna play eye spy,
get ur act together do you understand man it’s now or fucking never a clever motherfucker man you know u should do better been around the block n u been doing it forever 
sorry for all he hurt keep ur words u jerk 
words are words just words act them out u turd diverge from the heard guess it could be worse,
got a finger on the pulse though

Vox by Teef
Produced by The Last Skeptik

Bojack

lyrics/vox: TeeF
produced by: The Last Skeptik