full album @ https://voiddweller000.bandcamp.com/album/cum


Upside down suspended from the ceiling like a bat
With my own ass recursively shoved inside my ass
Jimmy Voidtron cause i’ve got to fucking blast
the chaturbate audience emotes aghast
Streamed live from the old 8 millimeter
Mouth around the cock as it spurts out liters
My head slumps back, i am the second shooter
Urban dictionary calls that “the zapruder”

Back and to the left
Snack of the flesh

Press my hole up against the fucking pool nozzle
Till my pruned ball sack looks like mitch mcconnel
Go inside and set the mother fucking pedal chain up
Take the piezo and smooth out my nuts

My brain now mush
Cum brain all nut
I still don’t get
All that feet stuff

Lower mid tier of this freaky shit
I’m really just happy to fuck even at all

Just glad to participate
And make it precipitate
Just aim to fellate
Cummin in all sorts of cool ways
In zero g at the ISS cummin
Propelled backwards at the force which i nutted
Do a fucking flip, after my dick erupted
Spike the kendama and dab uninterrupted
Quit my job to cum full time
pump the numbers up and pump the good slime
out my orifice to yours and then yours into mine
back and forth forever, truly sublime
newton's cradle these nuts
Pendulum inside the guts
Schmeat violates the rules of
Physics, the scientists discuss
Breakthroughs in cum theory
Post nut clarity, i can see clearly
Blast ropes that go in a fucking loop
The most skilled in self abuse
I cum on a pressure plate
And watch the bells and whistles go
Rube goldberg but at the end
I just blow my fuckin load

Cummin In All Sorts Of Cool Ways

this record is gooder than hell

https://silentpendulumrecords.bandcamp.com/album/songs-for-the-enamel-queen

i keep a way out on me at all times
i keep the blade on the back of my mind
i know where the loaded guns lie, bet my life
pull the trigger as slow as I fucking like

wish for perpetual night, darkness blight
retina atrophy, lack blots out the light
i cannot die,  I never began living
forever denied, always something missing
I'll scream so loud my fucking head will explode
i don't care where the fuck I go
drop dead in the forest no one around
so it makes no sound when my corpse hits the ground

booze or bullets going into my brain
forced to choose one day, if I stay

lobotomy foreplay, just fuck me already
heart cannot take the strain, icepick unsteady
slip it in, fill me up, I want to feel it
scrambled brains, till it's fucked, I cannot deal with
life painfully alone, isolated
lost the way I know to cope, dessicated

I miss drinking myself to death
never seen or heard from again

never seen or heard from again(black sheep wall type beat)

slave to compulsion, vomit expulsion
onlookers grimace, faces of revulsion
wipe my mouth and fuckin face destruction
met before, need no introduction
cause i don't fuckin know
i'm lookin at a ghost
gotye plays in thoughts provoked
life is one big fuckin hoax
drain the blood and thoughts grandiose
you aint shit / you will never be shit/ 
dust to dust, dirt to dirt, i'm the dirt advocate
if you need a fuckin reason bitch i got like triple six
hand em out like fuckin candy in the shadows where i live
this year, halloween fell on a weekend 
wore no mask and still looked condemned
sun rises as i descend
living life as a fucking dead end

eat my body weight in tragedies for breakfast
trade school for swordswallowing apprentice
logic of crocodiles will lay waste to memphis
i'll stand and watch eye lids heavy and restless
cant find a comfortable position for my body
sinew ache, focus fade, vision spotty
sick of corporeal form, this hard copy
one way trip, kamikaze

so trebuchet me into the fucking sun
wave goodbye to everyone
lotta loyalty for a hired gun
any survivors left? none
boy it's a shit night to have a curse
i spit perverse lines of nonsense verse
life only seems to just get worse
then it's a ride in the back of a broke down hearse
in a pine box, not moving
body is rotting in ruin
so until then bitch i'm coolin,
bump this in the wip, death shotgun loomin
i'm not stressed, got a couple things to manifest
before this shit life of mine gets repossesed
death can wait with bated breath
i got bugs to catch in this alpha test
simulation

dirt advocate type beat ft dirt advocate

1/2 of a floppy disc split with chiptune artist Pulsing

Made using FL Mobile

gilded prison Knife hit victim
Purge any sickness Left in the system
shiv in the back of the throat no emot
ions left in the ocean of endless hopeless
Time pass slow like cancer’s kill
Lungs fall out blood organs will
leak till sunken eyes lay still
abort life essence triple distilled

Triple Distilled

ILLEGAL CONTENT is an ep conceptually based around the 7 sins, composed entirely of samples from 40 different cd's purchased from goodwill interspersed with power electronic-esque microphone feedback and pedal noise.

addtl vocals on track one by Emmet Kiernan

lyrics:
FUCK / COPS /

Thin blue line on the EKG
Lay dead unmoving stationary
The rest pronounced dead at the scene
Victims of the cop killer murder spree
Body count rising, put your fucking hands up
Pork for the grinder, pigs into phantoms
Robber baron way they’d be the guards on prison planet
So blue cunts can meet the business end of hand cannons

(black cop white cop, fuck the color of his skin make sure he’s shot)

Itchy trigger finger mother fuckers, get 6 feet under or torn asunder
Big ass blunderbuss you get plundered, your names up cunt, eternal slumber
Is imminent, militants killin citizens, wonder why public insolent
Death before imprisonment, die a dissident
Of thieves, work for the powers that be
Fuck police, goddamn disease
Follow orders of machines
Civil unrest, never peace
Fuck your badge and fuck your gun
Like KRS i got a bigger one
Bullets the size of the fucking sun
One cop soon to be made to none
biggest gang walking on the shit corrupt globe
Turf wars funded by dirty money seized from the dope
Better do what they say or else they grab u by the throat
Slam u down to pavement, resisting is what they wrote
Brains leaking out the fuckin side of your head
Beat walkers look the same when you pump em full of lead
People avenger brought back, many get behead
Fill anyone in uniform full of fucking dread / scream

(nowhere to hide)

Fuck the police, blow em out
Leave blue corpses strewn about
police genocide will never stop
till my death’s marked “suicide by cop”

Satan

ILLEGAL CONTENT is an ep conceptually based around the 7 sins, composed entirely of samples from 40 different cd's purchased from goodwill interspersed with power electronic-esque microphone feedback and pedal noise.

addtl vocals on track one by Emmet Kiernan

lyrics:


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lyrics
Never wake, I’ll
American dream, glitter and gleam
American dream, coupon redeemed
American dream, consciousness stream
American dream, my own regime

buy/ sell/ die/ hell/

Bottom line, on my mind/ other duties as assigned
Fuck your card that shits declined/ I buy your time for dollar signs
I drink your milkshake / watch your back break
Kick you to the curb/ bitch you lost the rat race
You fucking freeloaders is a damn disgrace
Wage slave labor easily replaced -
Welcome to serfdom, toil in the pepsi fields
Up against the wall if you drop them yields
Press nose to the grindstone, face gets peeled
Boot crush skull as the rest stay kneeled
Strip mine human resources
Eat flesh cut from workhorses
Profits pile like corpses
No fucks keep pockets enormous/ (at all costs)

80 hour work weeks stacked to the infinity
For them dead presidents i gotta huge affinity
Work will set you free, well i’ve been living in captivity
So I’ll walk my ass to the fucking camps willingly
Stackin mortgages like they’re limited edition
Car loans beat my ass into submission
Keeping up with the jones’s no competition
Buying what you tell me is my only ambition
Advertise it, I will buy it
Even in poor economic climate
I’d sell my soul for a damn La Croix
Worked up a thirst that I can’t avoid
Advertise it, I will buy it
Even in poor economic climate
Buy any thing you sell to me
Happiness in slavery

Mammon

ILLEGAL CONTENT is an ep conceptually based around the 7 sins, composed entirely of samples from 40 different cd's purchased from goodwill interspersed with power electronic-esque microphone feedback and pedal noise.

addtl vocals on track one by Emmet Kiernan

lyrics:

Fuck tomorrow, I got this whole bottle to swallow
I’m the hollow man, chasing with another shot to follow
Semi auto, slammin faster than Apollo
Keep your swimming pools I got a pit in which I wallow
Pearl vodka before swine sippin screwdrivers
100 proof, bar lookin like a forest fire
The station, but this time with no survivors
Mirror to hell pyrotechnics burning higher
Till I black out, dragged limp through the back of
the house, god damn they were pourin it stout
Woke up in unknown, don’t know my whereabouts
Head pounding feeling drained just like all my accounts
But I got the plastic, so I can still get blasted
Put that shit on credit bitch, seat belts fasten
Pedal to the metal & the ride is erratic
till we fuckin crash, sad and anticlimactic

Shots to the head like Kennedy
Hit peak entropy, sniper all feelings out chemically
Pour it up, fill the whole cup with the remedy
Bottom shelf shit can’t afford no fucking Hennessey
Tastes like gasoline and paint thinner
Hella bitter, with notes of a dying liver
Price of admission when you live by their liquor
Drunk in the bathroom pissing straight miller
From the beer chase, passers by say fix your face
I’m glazed over, staring into fucking space
A head case with sadness that's displaced
by any cheap liquor i can get in my embrace
Next day older plus death hungover
Roll out of bed and pen mediocre
Poems then get pissed and trash the whole folder
Fuck it get drunk don’t wanna die sober

Beelzebub

ILLEGAL CONTENT is an ep conceptually based around the 7 sins, composed entirely of samples from 40 different cd's purchased from goodwill interspersed with power electronic-esque microphone feedback and pedal noise.

addtl vocals on track one by Emmet Kiernan

lyrics:
Lecher, beat it up, leave it on a stretcher
Put it under pressure, bust in guts forever
Gimme that friction interior texture
Pipe it till it leaks, bitch please I’m an expert
At fucking time away like wait for porn to buffer
Live balls deep, raw dog, no rubber
Ecstasy forever, decades under covers
Don't give a motherfuck if I end up smothered
Repeated scream “love is a disgusting thing”
None of that, ass is fat but I aint catching feelings
Move on to the next one that looks appealing
Face down ass turned up to the ceiling
& me in it, the fuckin time waste gimmick
Fuckin till my vision seein double triple image
Impose no limits till I finally finish
Brief rest then it’s round two of the scrimmage

Years pass wars are fought, won and lost
New borders erected and soon after crossed
I’m still face down in the fucking sauce
Brain loss from oxygen that’s cut off
Negative feedback loop of poor choices
Bitch you can tell I'm clearly in it for the coitus
Other than that it’s fucking life avoidance
Pointless so I focus on pleasures of flesh enjoyment
Like walls wrapped around me, dissolve boundaries
Hope this hole fucking drowns me
Sleep cousin of the little death, I sleep soundly
EMS left cause they never fucking found me
In the rubble of the bed I’m in over my head
But I don’t want to live forever’s all I’ve ever said
Excuse me, this femme’s about to get bred
And the rest can get fed dick to death

Carnal malefactors, the god damned ruined slope
No hope just a disrobed misanthrope
Fuck my whole life away just to cope
With the fact that I’m at the fuckin end of my rope
On a three legged stool with the 3rd leg detached
Like my attitude to death my whole body relaxed
Whenever it comes I'll face the impact
And then visions abstract, when my neck gets snapped
But until then I’ll freebase deferment
And whatever happens I deserve it
Escapism via biological purpose
Illicit substances or a covetous purchase
Clear my head by giving some to others
Postpone forever never discover
That I’m already dead inside
Though I’m alive, I've already died

Asmodeus

ILLEGAL CONTENT is an ep conceptually based around the 7 sins, composed entirely of samples from 40 different cd's purchased from goodwill interspersed with power electronic-esque microphone feedback and pedal noise.

addtl vocals on track one by Emmet Kiernan

Canto I

Black out, maxed out 
Stick throats, killin all cash cows
If you got beef i got a kill floor waiting
Shut the fuck up for your head meets pavement

Beat war drums made from human skin
Pound of flesh cut from parasitic twin
Tips scales in the favor of binge, there’s no win
Just a loading animation while my patience grows thin
Like anemic crops reaped before their time
familiar image, one comes to mind
reminiscent of the fuck shit nonsense lines
penned by arrogant never was’s that don't fuckin rhyme
But i’m, off track like trolley problems
Mind multitrack drifts till the shit on slalom
drunk in the Parthenon weavin through the columns
Wonderin when the shit’ll get fully demolished
Like me off double digit brews
bumpin Good News For People Who Love Bad News
lost in the sauce, i’m confused in the ooze
tryin to figure out where i misplaced my noose

Wheres it

Misplaced / New waste
Fixate / on distaste
Desperate / message
That nobody’ll fuckin read

I dont wanna die but i dont want to live 
Two choices no alternatives 
delay decisions by liquid purchases
Fill myself full of fucking preservatives 

Self mummification procedure
The speaker is bumpin some sender receiver
The bleachers are filled with a shitty demeanor
Of fuckers thats eager to see me be cleavered
In half my account stays overdraft
As i’m wrapped in lack of interact
occasionally smashed glancing at the past
Askin when the fuck the weight gets unlatched
But i know, carry that shit like atlas
flat on my back, ass collapsed on the mattress
lookin hapless, due to bad cashless status
keep pen and pad as sadness apparatus
fill it full of nothing, analogous to its genesis
Repetitions of the same, until the final exodus
All i have is bitterness cynicism and petulance
So fuck off if you cant deal

Self-Mummification Procedures (Arms Type Beat)

Ajit Pai

music video @: https://youtu.be/ar0gtgFhSq0

this is Pollock with parkinsons
Assembly line artisans
Joints with no cartilage 
Late chris reeves playin spartacus
Some duchamp readymades
That weren’t already made
Dying then getting aids
Nice anal cunt song names
This a normal eric andre skit with no bits
Just normal talk show bullshit 
Recursion recursion until subversion 
Absurdism in places of disconcertion
Like t swift headling the avant confrence
Cool shit goin on while you unconcious
Dreamin you at work then wakin up exhausted
Redlining all the gauges and diagnostics
Unreadable anyway
Drunk like bukowski before waking up dead like hemmingway
Too drunk my whole life, i forgot to write
Fuck it feed back into the goddamn mic, like

The formula to makin these hits
Makin these hits, makin these hits, makin these, hits
Take a couple words then repeat it 
Then repeat it, then repeat it, then repeat, it 
Throw shit at the wall and see what sticks 
Making shit catchy is effortless
Just like dated Head-On reference
I stay obsolete and irreverent


Anyone can do this 
Imposter syndrome can suck my dick

Snakes

lyrics and instumental @

https://voiddweller000.bandcamp.com/album/ommmmmm

OMMMMMM

split of the year
https://darktrailrecords.bandcamp.com/album/arms-seizures-split

animation suspended
time perception, distended
unnaturally extended
perhaps already ended
and this is just 
one last trip for the dust to dust
whole live lived in moments of
brain activity before death comes
3 to 5 minute length lifetime
that's all just spent waiting, inside of lines
larvae eats what it finds
buries itself into whatever hide
is present wait forever
endless womb of flesh and
penance unborn planned 
obsolescence

take a number, get in que; back encumbered, cannot move
feeling othered, in out group; the only place i've ever knew
i’ve integrated that, consumed
by persona forever zeno achilles from the truth
by its nature, peel back egregore layers
ego death slayer, bulbous also tapered
sense of self loathing jammed in tape player
provided by depressive distortion purveyor
favorite alter in personality skema
of the D.I.D. omniverse diagnosed w/ amnesia
change it when convenient or under anesthesia
dissociate in rat race unreal arena
tournament of cults of personality
majority single member though others several thousand deep
all fighting over the same shit
i don't know that i'll ever understand it 

//

cotard analogue already dead
mortality salience, flesh stripped head
in hand of character in search of author
audience enraged screams "why fuckin bother"
record high temps in the invincible summer
heatwave hellscape perpetual bummer
hostile sun starts blaze by reflection
never look back, abandon transgressions

while self image self destructs
cognitive dissonance crutch
psychosomatic brain fuck
mental VD what shit luck

quarantine like contagion manifestation
reality imitates art situation
immune to patient zero like i'm fuckin matt damon
with abilities ripped from the bourne ultimatum
like completely forgetting the past
trip and fall flat into memory gaps
large sinkhole unmarked on the map
ain the first one and sure won't be the last
dust off the grappling hook and chuck avians
jettison trajectory out of the subterranean
into a strange world, territory alien
where people aren't crushed and have things called circadian
rhythms and don't want to an hero daily
time waste place foundation stay shakey
flee lest ye turn to pillars of salt
it's my fault

Arms Type Beat II // Seizures Type Beat

https://closetwitch.bandcamp.com/album/closet-witch

full of bad taste and angst out here in no where
amber tsunami of grain, the yokels don't care
if it ain't the classic rock cover band out in the town square
or some other bullshit pop country millionaire
at the bud light sponsored collesieum shit box
crypto-racism over 808's can kick rocks
they want the shit locked down like it's prohibition
that's why i slang bootlegs of remixed Systems
a whole ecology, growing rogue in between
cracks of the monolyths is where the shit you need will be
underground like a seed, watered by those that bleed
till it's time to pop the fuck up out from underneath
punch through the coffin lid, dirt vs oxygen
tunnel to the earths surface, warriors of giant din
zombie apocalypse is more than you can chew
man fuck that shit, i came to 

raise the dead

amigara fault type hole, buried pain interstitial
pressurize diamonds into coal, isolation always takes its toll

in the shit / blackness /stay hidden / captive
got to find the others, before flame is smothered
traverse the whole earth, till the map is covered
thy niche overfloweth, feast on death like buzzard
clean my fucking plate, remains unrecovered

Forgotten Dead (Closet Witch Type Beat)

https://mathcoreindex.bandcamp.com/album/volume-5

poison cup filled the fuck up to the top
no cop no stop classic incantation
sky prison warden get dropped, body flop
while I claim squatters rights on his unfinished basement
With bigger spiders than that jon peters movie
bottoms up they scream with their digestive juice smoothie
benadryl trippers wonder what just occured
dph subreddit typin (fuck you zuckerberg)

i feel like shit
every day i live

under seige by schemes
implanted by the powers that be
they say destoy me please
adopt that, lean into the squeeze
boa constrict hug, idea's force feeded
via any sensory input channels
day after day thread needle through the eye of the camel
piss easy, level of violence barely handled
adapt in time, desensitized, make money while the brain is canceled
and keep it that way, schedule all work an no play
makes jack a dull boy but at least that way the lights stay
on, fridge stacked with grey poupon
no meat just sauce, starvation prolonged
i'm withdrawn like bank overdraft fees
i might show up just so i can fucking leave
fuck off back to the lair underneath
the forty billion pounds of pressure killing me

the motion never stops
i want to get off

Mathcore Index Volume 5 Type Beat

all I've got for the meat grinder's black humor
a big fucking wrench and a bag full of tumors
ruin the batch cctv bloopers
amfv winner in the future
fuck the ratings, crush the savings
youtube views dont stop the cravins
all the tourists say they want it raw 
but watch em walk out the doors like (un dos tre qua)

undisputed king of the normie destroyers 
steel reserve six packs and dominoes orders
hit the paypal or keep it moving to the next one
flavor of the week you dont discover till the next month
repost the video same damn caption
stare at computer screen with sense of satisfaction
and the smug anime girl profile pics
show up to fucking circle jerk about the shit

stale as the trash pizza harvested to eat
because I cannot afford to fucking be
life is but an acid driven fever dream
so it'd be ideal if you'd not fuck with me


tactical nuke cherry park
cut the power comments turn dark
bucket of c4 keep it high octane
for blocks around you you just hear the shockwave
say paypal 20 dollars to bukkakemachine@gmail.com

paypal20dollarstobukkakemachine@gmail.com (feat. Bucket Of Piss)

produced entirely on fl mobile on a samsung galaxy s6 
"""mastered""" in audacity 

vocals recorded using s6's onboard mic and the mic on a pair of skull candy earbuds

shortcuttomenu6

industry plant

this tank needs some liquor

Made entirely from sounds from the Polish My Turd remix project by Justice Yeldham

granpa.bandcamp.com/album/polish-my…m-dub-challenge

oh how thee / turd tumbles
float on sea / of my fumbles
oh how thee / turd tumbles
float on sea / made entirely of fuck ups

been going thru it and will continue to do so
watch Saturn's cooking show, waste just diffuses slow
ike fatigue inside of my fucking bones
vampire shift, working straight through the death throes
of maya / muscles relax, the sludge seeping
Drones outside sweeping, i should be sleeping
But i’m up, trying to make my eyes quit leaking
desire to aneststatise with liquid is increasing
the banality erodes me,
pushing shit up incline slowly
for some change I am hoping
but all I see is sloping
down, shit flows that way
out of the entropy into decay
until I am fucking killed
by death itself, returned to the filth

hook

gnostic simulation running on a ti 83
powered solely off the spinning coffin of dead PKD
pissed off the cops won't let me be
hastle me inside of my own fucking dream with no reprieve
brain worms looking archon shaped
hostile silhouettes, allegory of escaped
hurry up and fucking wait
your whole life away, time dissipates
the whole world is a guitar center
Never leave, only enter
Wallet empty, zero dollars
Hook twelve delays up and play smoke on the water

Flow My Turds, The Justice Yeldham Said

https://mathcoreindex.bandcamp.com/album/volume-6

Why do i make everything so hard // Cubism in the fucking scars
Doom scroll the day away bizarre // Mind races doesn’t get far

Everyday is groundhog day // Repetitious everything i say
Fell off the loop went astray // Head in fucking dissaray

Time sloughs off my fucking face // Squall in prompt anterograde
Time sloughs off my fucking face //Slump into my fucking grave

Always ouroboros back to constraint
Brain worms perpetually I duplicate
Life is a swedish prison but i fixate (up)
On the possibility to make an escape (it’s)
Jotted in the margins of the blasphemous plans 
If my body doesn’t fall apart fore i can
Demigure gets blasted by these clen-ched hands
White knuckle life gripped back from the damned
I take my time like // i kept it despite
All of the failed tries // In view of their eyes
Test run prototype // Inefficient mind
Told me i’m behind // Almost believed it this

Time sloughs off my fucking face // Squall in prompt anterograde
Time sloughs off my fucking face // For the dollars i debase

Everythings for sale // Pennies per inhale
Paid to chase my tail // But I find it funny
That my dream is to // sell these fucking tunes
auditory wounds // for the money

Only wanted as a body, please don’t think because your thoughts are fucking worthless
Glad my only fucking skills are / in a field that doesn’t pay while filled with surplus
I don't really mind the poverty, I just want to be paid for my purpose
Make as much stuff as i can, before Crematorium furnace

I only have finite time
The preference is to spend it fucking screaming rhymes
Instead of lining fuckers pockets while i’m paid in dimes
But i can still make it work, so i guess it's fine
the productivity rhetoric isn't mine
scum left residue of mind
never look but always find
things embedded, self in bind

Mathcore Index Volume 6 Type Beat

This is a remix of Carbon Trauma by Boar, please buy their album at the link below because it fucking rips:
https://flagdayrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/carbon-trauma

Lyrics:
Nocturnal midwaste, society burns down
see it through the screen, take a break and take a look around
Business as usual, no changes, nothing to announce
Keeping buying shit until you’re dead and in the fucking ground
The cognitive dissonance is overwhelming
Bullshit is bad for the brain, commence swelling
Ready to burst through the skull, waste expelling
Hole to relieve pressure been looking compelling

bleak

wring me out dry
desiccate till i'm empty
add to the supply
only take u have plenty
I still get off light
all forsaken
by Machiavellians

Headfirst dive into the fucking woodchipper
Use the dust to clean up kid throw up and then wet swiffer
but skip the Swiffer part, turnover speeds up quicker
safety in the fucking shitter
Profit over life as it’s always been, once again
Eyeballs to the end, barely comprehend
How bad shit is gonna get, tired and in fucking debt
System of control clamps down my whole life always been beset

But at least i’m not getting killed in the street
By the cross burning white hooded fucking police
The number should be nothing all i see is it increase
Protecting only property no fucks about the peace
So i’ve no fucks about the peace either
No rest for pigs, no breather
Willing tools of parasitic ebeneezers
Having a conscious is at least a misdemeanor
They apportion felonies like
Florida retirees spread STI’s
Felons can no longer vote but it’s fine
The status quo has your best interests in mind

Bleak

wring me out dry
dessiccate till i'm empty
add to the supply
only take u have plenty
I still get off light
usurp fate spouting fucking
lies as we’re pushed
down the drain ever present
now expanding
it's domain raise the ceiling
read the room

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfZKLXjdCGY

Boar - Carbon Trauma Type Beat

dumping ground for singles & odds and ends, visit my bandcamp or youtube for full albums

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