This is a demo recording used to enter a music contest. We were chosen as one of the acts to play at the Vogue in Indianapolis.

Unleashed in Toyland

11 Garden Of Eden (remaster)

This is a pretty straight ahead blues track we recorded, but ultimately different than the direction we took.

13 Good Times (remaster)

Marking Our Territory

Celestial Flight

Gypsy Witch

Moxmo

miracle how he can go from clear from flow to lyrical
and smear the skulls of people, load the hearse with bogus works of art
bitch im going big like violet beauregard im going hard
i'm close to rocks you smoke and pissing out
i'm a monster with the energy to melt my semen so i don't gotta pull out
bang a whore with STDs then rape my worst of enemies
canker sores from when i eat my lip protects my tongue from teeth that's underneath
beat and rip your frenulum and then you're done
drink my shit from enemas and suck a D, fuck that shit
nutsack is swinging in between your chin and hits my gooch
we so sick when in the mood i finger clits and lick your boobs
keep on dreaming kid your lust is stupid
teen spirit is busting thru the brittle roof
we know our libido makes mistakes
and the need of it's contagious
the disease risk is dangerous when we horny as a rhino
we become so blind so like albinos
white as fuck ain't bright enough
fighting denial's an uphill battle, your will is shattered
why should love survive with motherfuckers like the ones my environment is covered in
next objective gun i must get
this shit getting old like muskets
fuckers love their tea, fuck your crumpets
im next in line to die from my hands
chrome explode parts of my head
phone with no charge, uh, i'm dead
forgive me, I know not what to tie next, what should i connect
wonders lie with friends but I can wonder who'll be next to lie and end my life unexpectedly
rest in peace to everything but fuck it i'll forever be a menace
even when i bleed to death and see the gates of heaven
i will make the reverend use a blade to sketch a new charade
to tell the sheep so men can sleep expecting peace that won't exist
until you load your clips and pull the triggers
dome is split and don't forget the most precision when you smoke your shit like dope
and i hope the slits erode your wrist, no closing the door you forced open
whore, you did this to yourself, now you in hell and losing health
nooses, well they close to done had it, could they support all the emotional baggage
you mope in your sadness, choked when you grab it
'cause most of its strapped to your throat, damage is most
so close to your last minutes you have to elope
how long can you last in this compassionate amalgamate of how to kill your tragic shit
without your sins amassing in a gravel pit
trashing your head, dousing it in gas with flammenwerfers
bout to burst your bubble, so do not lose it 'cause this shit ain't pop music
this is shock, copper wire wrap a rock
other words i got power in my lines im electrifying
next to likes of dwayne johnson, steve austin, famous stars
ain't talkin space, but i can have this galaxy if i plan it correctly
careful calculation how to make a clown erase their shroud of makeup
but yall are assholes
yall would open up if you relaxed more
draw emotion from you make you crack more
my warming up is your max form
i could rap before my mom and dad were born
base my rhymes at this level
never became high, sober cunt, you could say i'm lackin trebles
go to homecoming, if you wanna dance with devils
he always had his knacks for riddles, sure he's hungry don't ask what his snacks for it'll disturb the comfy
birth of all the famous people made from evil or from being brainless sheep
who go with what they say and focus on the money gain
so fucking plain and don't know what's creative
horrifying mass tragedy, this generation glorifies half assery
yall don't give a fuck about my art, so stop asking me to rap for free
fucking retarded fiends
wouldn't have to worry about coming off as mean if they ain't fuckin talk to me

PoP MU5iC

PoP MU5iC (prod. 5ANboRo)

this is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
some food for thought this food for death go ahead and fuckin eat

5tAiR (prod. 5ANboRo)

Gotta Have My Pods

A quick and filling recipe with nutritional value 2,300 calories
your recommended daily serving

Hail 2 Sponge

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Lyrics: 
You can drink my liquor
You can call my lady
You can take my money
You can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan's
You can say you hate me
You can call me crazy but
Don't touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree
Skerrrerrrurrree
Don't touch my truck
Skerrrerrrurrree
Skerrrerrrurrree
Don't touch my

V8 engine with the windows tinted
Boy we came from the bottom got it out the mud
Whole block jumping cause the subs stay hitting
If they roll up on me know I keep one tucked
Woo

Tell them boys come and get me
I be ridin' through the city
Young, rich and I'm pretty
Homie don't get it twisted
Keep a sip in the hemi
Red cup full of Henny
My hittas comes in plenties
For real

You can drink my liquor
You can call my lady
You can take my money
You can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan's
You can say you hate me
You can call me crazy but
Don't touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree
Skerrrerrrurrree
Don't touch my truck
Skerrrerrrurrree
Skerrrerrrurrree
Don't touch my

Wood grain dash with the matte black finish
And it match my shawty with the big ol' butt
Know them boys soft cause they got hard feelings
You can try me if you wanna go and test your luck
Woo

Tell them boys come and get me
I be ridin' through the city
Young rich and I'm pretty
Homie don't get it twisted
Keep a sip in the hemi
Red cup full of Henny
My hittas comes in plenties
For real

You can drink my liquor
You can call my lady
You can take my money
You can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan's
You can say you hate me
You can call me crazy but
Don't touch my truck

Skerrrerrrurrree
Skerrrerrrurrree
Don't touch my truck
Skerrrerrrurrree
Skerrrerrrurrree
Don't touch my truck
Don't touch my truck ah ah ah ah ah
Don't touch my truck

Hail 2 Sponge

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