epic fail :-D

Modern art is a money laundering scheme

Defecating onto a canvas from a noose made out of my own intestines
Strung up and strangled, hung from the ceiling I can jerk off to anything
Some may call it pretentious or a loop hole to get out of paying your taxes
But I went to art school so I know what it means I can jerk off to anything

fetish spiral

sick shooter (remake)

Hardchrist cover
https://soundcloud.com/hard4christ

Miscarriage

Phlodge cover
https://soundcloud.com/cameronphlodgearchive
music video @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9zc5hseJlw

Bill Elliot

needles cover 

vocal: @anti2wrld (https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/hhQfR)
instrumental: @creepybrook 

substance abuse (creepybrook x anti)

another shooty cover for the shooty album
I couldnt figure out the lyrics so I made half of them  up

Doot do dooo dooo doot do dooo doo Doot do dooo doot doot do dooo dooo Dooot doo doo doot doooot doooo Dooot doo doo doot doooot doooo

Goodbye and so long i hope you choke on the words i wrote for you in this song you'll hear me sing when you pass away can't say that i blame you for having bad taste 
You know i still think about how you kinda treated me badly and you still do i wonder if you ever tried to change you're so full of shit and you're still the same

Im looking forward to the day I get to dance on your grave even though your already dead inside dontcha know I hate you for being alive 
Every breath you take is a waste of space every move you make is a total disgrace when you know you're living on borrowed time you're dirt you're already dead inside

oooOOOOoooooooooOOOooooooo

And it was funny and it was sad the stupid shit that always made her mad there was literally nothing that I could fucking say can't say that I blame her for being that way 
Our lives were shameful and a waste of time, regrets that she can still make me cry I whish that you could somehow take me back, closest thing to love that I ever had

Epitaph

my parents always called me kind of slow                              
there’s a lot of things I should that I just 
don’t know 
I can hear you say the words 
I can see you move your mouth 
I still don’t know anything ur talking about

i’m a fucking dumbass 
can’t think too fast  
its too hard for me 
can’t understand anything 

I didn’t know points could fly that high over my head 
keeping up with basic concepts always leaves me exhausted  
I wish I knew how to be smart but I guess I can’t  
ill bootstrap my intelligence with a total brain transplant  

i’m a fucking dumbass
can’t think too fast  
its too hard for me 
can’t understand anything

slow brain

nyaatural selection (greens on toast cover)

kombat kitchen (gee tee cover)

committing, suicide, i dont really have a reason why 
 theres, no time to grieve, from this earth its finally time to leave

there, is no hope, breaking down with no way cope
 ive told you, a million times, shut the fuck up and just let me die 

no hope (x4)

No Hope

livin in the future (gee tee cover)

I'm Screwed

enemies in front of me
enemies that I will defeat
a piece of shit
in my shoe

enemies will not defeat me
lady weed I'm going to smoke you
I just want to smoke my weed

my weed (ft. random bird)

i hope u enjoy this album its kinda diffrent sound but i hope it brings u joy!

Eat More Chicken

back to 2021 style 

lyrics:

lost in time
mixed feelings
my dark circles increased
fuck i hate this shit
no one by my side
a motherfucker loser
a lonely clown
I hate myself
crying in my room
looking for something in this shitty life
in this shit life
My computer turned off
my problems coming back
lit cigarettes
everything is fucked up

everything is fucked up

crackhead song

trash

Raccoon GF

10% Off But No Ones Buying

Beamer Boy

a goofy little song i wrote lol i hope you enjoy!

lyrics:
solo part

she is death and she brings fear all while she wears her pink cat ears
shes ready to shoot ready to aim to settle some scores to cross out some names
she keeps a tec-9 tucked in her maid dress and a hi-point under her desk
one day shes gonna kick down those doors and when she does you better hit. the. floor.

solo part

nyaaatural selection
nyaaatural selection 

solo part again

cans of monster and a 20 round mag roll around her hello kitty bag
as she walks the hall up and down under her breath she counts down
the time has come the times today to set things right to make them pay
shes not looking for absolution she just wants her retribution


(the catgirls name is eirca harris)

epic fail :-D

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