playful lik a puppit, soft lik a plushie <3

patterns 

True (prod clysm)

Death Grips Exmilitary (Official Mixtape)

RELEASE DATE April 27 2011

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 7 - Klink

for Faculty of Law, Udayana University (2020).

Themis (2020)

for Faculty of Law, Udayana University (2021).

Muslihat (2021)

*this song was a drunk freestyle but here's the lyrics anyways* 

play pretend 
I wanna be your puppet 
pull my strings 

I wanna be your puppet 
I wanna play pretend 
I’m  chasing all my dreams 
I’m  gunna say what's honest 
I don't care how it seems 
I love to be above it 
but I just go in between 
its just another way 
that we can make ourselves feel seen 

I’m  just another puppet 
you got your head wrapped up in the money 
don't know where your mind be 
I got my head on
and  no more dreaming to sleep 
I got my head on 

I wanna play the game 
I wanna be your puppet

Puppet: Playfull

000000

Gotcha (CKR)

You live here 
I let you live here
I gave you a home
Now you live here
You’re ungrateful 
You live here 
I took you and I keep you warm
I feed you
You live here
I give you a home
I give you a place to sleep 
I gave you a secret place
Just for you
A place to clean your disgusting body
You live here
I claimed you
I let you be like a person
You live here
You are ungra-

I’m disgusting, too mouse
To leave nothing to arouse
Hows piles of guilt?

Left in the house jack built
They weren’t bluffing
I wish you good will hunting
And bad luck 

From which you were running
All the kings men are coming
To put the egg pieces back in the cubby

You’re worth nothing
Should be the title of the tale
You endure, foretell that you’ll fail
Ain’t that something?

You keep nothing
Slipping through the grasp of kings money
So keep running 
Can’t keep running

Like the safe is never safe and this life always steals something 
So just keep running

Tired, tried and true 
The same pattern eat pattern
Only through sacrifice, I can be anew

And if you knew what it’s like to be Anti
I can’t lie, your brain would be soup

Can’t keep running

Cooped up and shackled 
Move through life like tackle
Disobedience is leading tool to lie with cattle

Disciplined by life 
Too elated to die
Since junior high
I was never even able to cry

What’s the point in the fight
If I could never be right
She was killing us
And absorbing every part of our light

Can’t keep running

Gotcha

Different Person Ft. Christ Incarnate

Bitch it’s my body my choice
Double up and leave your body 
Bloody limp wit no voice
How’s it feel to dick ride the red noise?
You’re a pawn in the closet
Playin with ya mamas toys 
Bitch it’s my body my choice 
You chose to get bodied 
Ariel, I’m stealing voices
Your rhetoric is pointless 
We moving 4B like it’s white rock
So you know that girl is poison
It’s the land of the melting pot 
But you crackers are scared to snap, crackle
Let’s get it poppin
But you back your little boy blue
And cry when he gets popped
That’s the kernel stuck in you
White devils stay burning up
Turn a colonizer into fossil fuel 
Fuck it, lemme get the pump
And fuck a Donald trump
You’re not a real republican 
Your just red fat bitch that needs to duck
I laugh when a cop dies
It’s just another meal to these fat MAGA infidel flies
And we needed another loss like
the confederates
The message is rape, pillage, and burn all your villages
Your heritage is built on the backs of others 
You deserve to die for what you did to black mothers 
Fuckers!
Hypocrites and spineless bitches 
You deserve to die washing my dishes
You bitches
Pick a new project 2025 is over
I’m sending the black plague to run you over
In a Range Rover
Why would we protest peacefully 
When you let trump fuck a elephant 
That’s that red blooded Bestiality 
Oooo
I know you felt that 
I’m just stating facts and all you Grindr groundhogs can die in your MAGA hats

are you happy now?

Co-produced with Boxboys

Lyrics:

Like the snow that falls and softly sits
Like the river's cry, hushed by the wind

The embers that never light
Smothered and cauterized
Keep quiet, keep it to you
It'll all be over soon

In the blackest night, she stakes her claim
With her phantom touch and lust for the estranged

She's got her sights on the back of your head
You think you feel it but she's not done yet
Keep quiet, you already knew

Ease your beating heart
Fawning over and falling apart
Keep quiet, keep it to you
It'll all be over soon

Puppet: Playfull

ludic gal

Recent comments

$asha Black

Related tracks