supermarket sushi, what the fuck you got to lose? Even though I'm bummy people know i got the juice. supermarket sushi, what the fuck you got to prove? I aint got no money, people know i got the juice. PEOPLE KNOWN I GOT THE JUICE.
supermarket sushi, broke and acting boujee, wtf you got to lose?
PEOPLE KNOW I GOT THE JUICE
supermarket sushi, broke and actin boujee, wtf you got to prove?
(that was the chorus, nerds.)

JJ Demon's verse:
runnin... runnin, runnin, runnin...
when it gets chilly you won't see me choppin onions
if I set foot in Philly they will throw me back in the dungeon
when i was a teenager I stayed with the burner like Robert Bunsen
I will pick apart your clothes, I will pick apart your kicks
I will pick apart your flows, I'm a Quisinart at this
Look at the way that I flick it, I'm a wizard with the wrist.
I'm like Rza with the razor, isn't it amazing, glitter like a BITCH
I got the juice, the sauce, the jelly, the syrup, the serum.
I got the gravy, the lemon meringue and you shouldn't get near him
I got the latest of fits, all my fashion is bought off of clearance.
While you report to police about you girlfriend and her disappearance.
Now I don't got a lot of cheese. And I don't got alot of bread.
But I got a little lettuce so let us forget about it for a sec. 
Despite the fact, I'm getting better and better instead of looking like I'm less. My writing pattern's on a level you'll never ascend to, so rub it on your fuckin chest (asshole) *halo emoji*



Fidget spinner spinning for six minutes.  I'm giving it another 6 minutes...I'm disinterested at that point. Ba ba, get back boy. All the way from the back of the food stamp line you get smacked boy. Eating chicken patties out the freezer no meat in em more like a cardboard out of a car door but it's cheap livin'. Dab in the sauce the sauce gravy teriyaki and guacamole, but like Um. forget it. I'm broke as fuck but i got the juice. The juice; Propane, I got OJ just like I'm forensics. Forget it. Searching for yellow tags cuz were doin' bad, but bad depends on how look at it. And it looks like we're doing bad. The state of affairs that the worlds in. The hate in the stares from the pulpit. The gain of a man who's a culprit. Feeling like you're put on the earth as a burden for the upper class like you're fucking dirt kids, made with no purpose. Elect a clown, get a circus.

Supermarket Sushi

:LYRICS: 

I've been to the opera, I've seen performances. 
There aint going back to then, there's no DeLorean. 
If you open up your book you'd know what the story is... 
and now we muscle on through like we the Warriors. 
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic; our passion's alloy. 
To all my punk rockers, "oi! oi!" 
Dicks out; we aint holdin' no toys...so speak with some poise. 
We some warriors. 
Let em, let em, let em, let em know, let em know we were here. 

Philly in this thing with Queens, Spizzy from the Philippines, Me? I'm something European, Not that any of it means, anything up in the grand sceme... 

Let em, let em, let em, let em know, let em know we were here. 

From the city to the burbs, we been everywhere and worse, we'll go anywhere but church, type your letters in the search, you can see wee did it, we did it first... 

You say that I rap like a girl I'm like hell yea. Thanks for the compliment boosted my confidence I'm gladly the fresh princess of Bel Air. And I can bang it out with the best of girls. Oops I mean I'm banging the best fucking girl. We just looking for a spot to fuck at. She giggle cuz I didn't shave off this mustache. Ba ba ba, any mother fucker wanna blucka blucka take a number like a fun pass. Sink you life boat with your life coach. Call Bombay. Where my Ducks at? 

I CAN TURN YOUR HOMIES INTO SKULL EMOJIS YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW ME YET. YOU'LL BE LOOKIN IN YOUR CLOSET CHECKIN UNDERCOVERS FOR YOU GO TO BED. you're an undercover fed. Rapping nothing but a bunch of fuckin shit you saw on TV or the web. Like a fly into my web... let it be said. I can getty getty getty up, fuckin the city up. Your politician's a dangerous idiot. Ruling your life with the pages of Gideon. Gotta be kiddin, I'm LIT. Like a candle in the wind, you're not. If you're gambling to win, good job. If you're gambling to lose, then shit. I'm a tarantula outta the jar... 


There aint going back to then, there's no DeLorean. 
If you open up your book you'd know what the story is... 
and now we muscle on through like we the Warriors. 
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic; our passion's alloy. 
To all my punk rockers, "oi! oi!" 
Dicks out; we aint holdin' no toys...so speak with some poise. 
We some warriors. 
Let em, let em, let em, let em know, let em know we were here. 

Philly in this thing with Queens, Spizzy from the Philippines, Me? I'm something European, Not that any of it means, anything up in the grand sceme... 

Let em, let em, let em, let em know, let em know we were here. 

From the city to the burbs, we been everywhere and worse, we'll go anywhere but church, type your letters in the search, you can see wee did it, we did it first... 

Can't fuck with a warrior. Take out your filling like an Oreo. Don't apologize for my, life, except my mom cuz I worry her. Not jj but I got these demons. All of my past is coming up creepin', schemin', eatin' me alive more than when I am just dreaming. But I'm eatin pancit while I'm greeting the weak at my feet putang ina mo hope you choke in your sleep. You can only have friends if you're breathing. 

Hey, you wanna see a trick? abracadabra i dab in your corridor, it is horroshow intense. I call the coroner a friend. Meet you a horrible end. Tongue kiss a lady part on her, pardon my French. You don't eat her cuz you're dense. You won't need her when you're dead. You won't be there in end. I won't either, it's a paradox. Right now we are living parallel. I can take it, I'm a ne'erdowell. Like the light up on a carousel. Baby I'm LIT. Like a vigil at memorial like a sigil at the devil's tutorial bet... if i saw you as a threat, I'da showed you more respect... 


(chorus again you nerds but this time we brought the guitars out.)

Swarriors

LYRICS:

Dear world "let's progress a little bit."
Let's tear down the borders.

Alright, alright, alright, it's so damn clutch that there's flags up for this bread. Dicks out, no pants up, this lands struck with death. No tolerance, just hands out for their meds. Fuck it, just suck my man bun...got my girl handcuffed in our bed, let's make this quick. Ok, I'm sorry that you're a fucking racist fueled by hatred or stupidity. No fact check but you're that set on the rat trap but the rat rats and the trap trips and now your back yard is a landfill and the cracks drip and the bath drips and it can't fix and that's real shit.

Dividing the line with a cross and a flag is just separating us right at the eyes. Right at the eyes. Right at the eyes.
(JJ): dividing us up into tribalism is a mechanism of a ruling design
dividing us...
AM I intolerant of your intolerance? Yes.
Am I intolerant of your intolerance, yes.
Will I be silent so others can follow it, No.
Will I acknowledge and try to demolish it? GO!

Dear world "let's progress a little bit."
Let's tear down the borders.

(JJ Demon): FUCK TRUMP! But at least the white supremacy is out the shadow that it staggered up from. Now we see it,it is up front. How that sneaky lying fuck won? Lying thru his teeth. Telling you and me. We are different, there can be no unity. "You're a victim. It's a rigged system. It's a white burden. You should be nervous." (The police murdering civilians). "Every one of them is justified! Keep murdering the children. Brown people did it! Brown people did it! Brown people, BE AFRAID!" Add a dash of Russian hacks slash fake news pages, it's a new racist souffle...

(Spiz):No crosses no flags. No borders intact. In order to last, together we must band . No wars for profit. No profit for wars. No doors to stop us. Yea! We need to save the earth. member that er er er er er er earth. Knowing  all your neightbors wor wor wor wor wor wor wor worth. Coexist on this dirt.
(JJ): All they want is money, all they know is war. All they want is power. All they need is more. All they take is yours, yours. All they see is commas, all they kill is poor people liek it's fuckin porn. This is what you voted for. Know the score. But they promised you a job. All your problems will be solve. And the people you don't trust cuz they don't look the way you look. They're the ones that getting fucked. Everything is looking up. You're enjoying being white. You're enjoying being male. Falling for the same old lies. Nothing changed and nothing will. Bigotry is how they thrive... Am I intolerant of your intolerance? Yes!...

Dear world "let's progress a little bit."
Let's tear down the borders.

Borders

Vocals - JJ Demon
Production/Guitar - Dropping a Popped Locket

Lyrics on the YouTube video on JJ Demon's page. They wouldn't all fit here.

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JJ Demon (vocals)and Dropping a Popped Locket (vocals/instruments/beats/fetish porn) had an idea and this wasn't it but it's close. Be nude at all times so we know you aren't a cop. Arm the proletariat.

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