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Mastered By Lapsung

DELAVILLE

Written & Produced By Mr. Yote
Keys & Bass By Alex Szotak
Co-Produced/Mixed/Mastered By Lapsung

MAGILINE MANOR

Written & Produced By Mr. Yote
Co-Produced By Alex Szotak
Mixed/Mastered By Lapsung

SERGEST STOP

THE GREATEST SONG EVER CONCIEVED BY MR. YOTE. ABOUT A PUP OF LEGEND. 
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BUTTER BARREL

Written, Produced, Mixed By Mr. Yote
Additional Writting And Vocals By TWAN HAYWOOD
Mastered By Lapsung

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VISTA VULTURA (feat. TWAN HAYWOOD)

GOLDHILL GULCH

PLEZIER PLACE

FRUNKSTON FORT (FREESTYLE)

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The Golden Bell

i really love Morricone stuff so i went over this. enjoy.

MechSupport94

The Frank&Stein EP: https://mudinthebutt.bandcamp.com/album/frank-stein-ep

Stein has finally risen out of the spooky old graveyard chilling right outside Dr. Franky's creepy castle just in time for halloween night...
Enjoy and make sure you snag a bunch of goodies when the sun goes down...
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Spookz

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Stein has finally risen out of the spooky old graveyard chilling right outside Dr. Franky's creepy castle just in time for halloween night...
Enjoy and make sure you snag a bunch of goodies when the sun goes down...
Yote Squad...

Doctor! Doctor!

holy ___ where he been at? lard up in the tarmac.
take cheese, he trynna snap, print it for the calves

it is i. king jumping the crescent and back
it is i, spots simple no color to match
it is i, sharp beef getting harvested bad
how the marble on that? how the cartilage tagged for em'?
how he find him self back forward "nowhere to somewhere"
how them lads they yap for it still "did you gather all that"

so where he at? foot track in the meadows he's gone searching.
tree bark scratcher, the trail of him fall for it.
chip off the wood, the stir of the wind blow it,
and surface the outpost of them lost servants is there.

it shows up, the sun and the trees blur it.
wood stained, curtains they all bit torn, worried,
he passes it not certain, still manage to crack the door in.

that dust speckle it glitter in air,
this old tavern once filling with...
its all remnants telling those tales for em'.
he step back, them visions they start forming.

the presence, that heat on the stench burning.
break neck turning, peripheral jump horror!

that gaze fall on him, weighs many a pound.
skin shake, looking him dead in the frown.
tell him look at me now

he chart seas where the compass is passing.
sight seas where them sightings is past.
he's been plotting on plots of the land.
see he sit back scribble the arm in sand mark it in.

you S.hould O.f S.at that ass,
why you go venturing that?
why you looking for laughs?
why you go hoping to catch on it?
them shores they don't want it kid.

now look how that cast its so awful its,
its looking like arms that's been lacking this,
that factor the x mark of it,
the same they might of packed him in

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that walk when i step in. that hobble that limp that lob foot in. that’s anything short of me trots timid, left, right, caught in me drool like slops tipping off me. i promise i'm straight as the edge cane-ed. big reap, cut of the crops it's quite famous. still they wont stop him none. long johns, spread of his jot is quite awesome son.

it's two yards on. He flock trails so often the wait of the wings lost from it. big dawg chomping, the splinter from bones flossing him. ring ring, dinner for four my paws armed in it. fork knife, split of the flesh i rip off it quick. candle lit premise, the scene of it’s quite calming its not really where i'm meant at. pack bags slip of the penny, my pants dropping still. 

tip toe off in the mist of the night cost a bill. clip. clip. carded the steam on the tracks jar my fill.chuga chuga! I restart my quill and trace footing. put it in pads, know that them tales i write to em’ are laced wrapped in leather, i’m bound and packed to it, the tree sapped cheddar is all book and still they dont read it. see that path of the nomad is no good neither. that ain't ever gonna please em', kick back recede in the pond of the mouth breathers i won't.

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now baby don’t worry bout much they said uncle gonna set you all free. free. i know you been pressing your luck but this luck ain’t gonna charge you for free.

i know you’ve had it to the skin hair, that’s up here, they hawk down, them eyes up in ya labor while you sweat that, you peel back, that bleed will surely cost you… more than you done put it in… a couple servants to the movement. see them cogs up in there scrutinized while hogs will surely move in on ya, but this the sort of institute you choosed it, so if for only moments you could seek to form some union do you think that they could really sow the means that you producing to it.

and why them idols all contribute to it? you think they’re like you? don’t you dare present yourself that foolish! let’s break systems not the flesh that we gone struggle too with.

so when they pick up and arm up they whole set, know they only seek to fish capital safe nets. farm hands and shoremen and wage slave alike, that misery is rotted and spreading in full stride. misery been jotted in record for all time. so let us not go acting like all of this might surprise ya!
its quite the pitty we propagated like that so let us flip script and write back what our hands been doing. what our hands produced and what our hands been full with, that loose change and spool lint it's all rather stupid! i know you’ve seen just how it’s working. ya aunties, ya granddads, they all just lost they purpose and you sit back and wonder ike where have you done heard this? it’s something so perverted when that commune left deserted but see them treats in, they reel you to form some isolation. oh they hold you and steer you to deeper concentration, while that back ache and wage pay aint feeding you in ration when see really you done earned it but know that profit isn’t serving you none.

from my land to yours we’ve exploited it all. from my land to yours we’ve extorted it all. from nation to state we been making it bleed. every village and block that oppression gone reek.
that foot callus, that sweat in the sneak. strong grip palm but blisters is bleak. same sang songs, with no message to reap. why them days seem long but timing is cheap for ‘em? why that strain on the life pouring still?

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y'all can thank Igloo for this track seeing the light of day.

Crocodile Cartridges

he has at last arrived.

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Plank Walker

Raining w/ Fishdoll (Prod. Froyo Ma)

Beat - King Kow
Words - @yungethdre
Bass - @alexszotak


DryDryII (Ft. Yungeth Dre & Alex Szotak)

Tarantell

a song about little people and a pretty lady. 
Produced + Additional Vocals by. @FroyoMa

Hypnotized

Cloaked Capers (Prod. Slugabed)

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GemGlow (Full Track In Description)

w/ @AlexSzotak & @cehryl

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Genloch Garn (Genloch Heap Out Now!)

Jumb I

El Muñeco

Pello Phantasmo's Book Of Brew

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Marmade (Pello Phantasmo's Book Of Brew Out Now!!!)

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Produced by Alex Szotak
Mixed by Mr. Yote
Mastered by Lapsung

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