Walt Disney Wormdog written and recorded by Grim Salvo

Prod. ³³marrow @33marrow

Walt Disney Wormdog

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

written/recorded/mixed/mastered by MOSSBACK

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

Living in a world
Thats more askew than alive
Maybe I got lost along the way
Thats okay

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Beaming from the center of the earth
Its so real
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Pushin thirty
You're still learning
What it means to feel
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

HANGDOG

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

Lyrics:

Cold, inside my cage
I feel at home
As I used to be
Lost, you still remain
I see your ghost
In the mercury

It frightens me to think you're trapped
Oh what sweet relief to finally be gone
Free from your cage, I see you fly
On ancient wings
Gone into the night
I watch your ghost
In the mercury

No
I will never let you go
Your memory will fly

No
I will never let you go
Your memory will fly

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Weltgeist

The Island

MOSSBACK, Saliva Grey - The Island

Produced By. Billy Sane
Artwork By. Sick Again
Engineered By. Baby Gos

I just dropped a pill inside my juice
I don’t like to be alone i like to feel abused
I been chillin by my lonely in my room
I Idon’t like to go outside, hiding from my doom￼
So shorty why you always on my back?
Baby don’t open the blinds i like it when it’s black
I been tryna make it happen hella fast
foot ain’t ever on the brake it’s always on the gas

She be kissing on my neck as she clawing at my belt
shorty cannot keep away like she in love with my smell
I can only wish her well help her break from her spell
cuz how tf i’m posed to love if i cannot even love myself?

If she
Wanna test me make it rain up in this bitch
If he
Wanna try me slide the blade right down his wrist
Iffy
If I love or even care for this bitch
But I
Know that imma end this night with a kiss

I just dropped a pill inside my juice
I don’t like to be alone i like to feel abused
I been chillin by my lonely in my room
I Idon’t like to go outside, hiding from my doom￼
So shorty why you always on my back?
Baby don’t open the blinds i like it when it’s black
I been tryna make it happen hella fast
foot ain’t ever on the brake it’s always on the gas

Spinning out the whip I gotta dash
I’ma trash it
Spinning out my mind I hit the stash
Till the ash hit

Living and existing ain’t the same
I know that shit
Creating to survive until I thrived
When did that hit

Cult fuck round
Got a thousand kids
We done raw dogged life
Using dreams as spit
I done live this life like I’m leaving it
Please wake up, you are sleeping in

I just dropped a pill inside my juice
I don’t like to be alone i like to feel abused
I been chillin by my lonely in my room
I Idon’t like to go outside, hiding from my doom￼
So shorty why you always on my back?
Baby don’t open the blinds i like it when it’s black
I been tryna make it happen hella fast
foot ain’t ever on the brake it’s always on the gas

ABUSED ft. $LOTHBOI [prod. Billy Sane]

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - BAPHOMET

LYRICS:

Fallin fallin fallin 
oh it never seems to stop 
I hear they dug up my tibia from the bottom of a swamp
thrumming a terrible silence from the deep where I’m embalmed 
That voice it aint mine, and its constantly talking, it’s saying:

Thinking of a way out is self-centered at best
You’re woven in the basket, baby bird in the nest, say ahhhh

Ahhhhh fuck, huh
I guess I’m stuck, huh
I put two feet down on the throttle of the muck, huh 
I let it buck, huh
Pulling me deeper
The green is coming alive and its saying:

Searching for a punchline to an infinite jest?
Well patience makes you manic
While the truth makes you depressed
I’d say that’s pretty funny 
 
Into what are you changing me?

Forming life underneath the fetid rot

Body goes elastic 
as my lungs begin to stretch
no longer breathing in the air
the moss is breathing down my neck 
dissolving in into plasma 
feels way better than you’d expect 
releasing all my dopamine
the voice returns, and now it says:    

preach the new religion:
discontent
your reanimation:
time well spent

30 DAYS OF NIGHT

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