DIGITAL POLLUTION

Griswold Made Me

thinking I had it on lock 
but losing the key to the lock 
damn

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BRIMSTONE ft. XELISHURT (prod. Michael Link)

O U I J A B O Y, man I hate this guy
Recognize you worthless, you a burden yeah you qualify
Fucking up, In drugging up til DNA is modified, realize nothings working, recommending suicide
Nine with me on the side bitch its do or die
Look alive, its still eye for eye, almost out of time
I dont mind, ever since I was a jit I struggled to survive
Ask me how Im doing expect me to straight up lie
M.I.A. no C.I.A it’s fuck the banks Im Samuel Hyde
Hated overstated, over played I just dont know why
Abiding by the unexplained ache i wont apologize 
I dont got nothing, no reason for bluffing and what the fucks is family ties?
The beast with the least from the east coast
Teaching Smith & Lessons, not no felon, where you teeth go?
Aim to split yo melon, triple 7, shoot like free throw
Deaf and blind you Keller, Hellen, you aint shit boy we know
Slumlord hit a dumb whore with a drum or a butterfly blade
Keep on throwing that shade, Ima be showing you graves with yo fucking name
Sleep for the weak, mine should be permanent 
808s thumping its something not heard of yet
Load up a beat, proceed to murder it
Beat up the track like Im snapping invertebrate

Been plotting an scheming on taking ya life 
Open ya mouth n swallow this knife 
Cut out your tounge, saying shit I don't like
Fuck I don't fight
Pull out the gat put two in ya spine 
Movie on set, when I pull out the 9
Spark up this bitch like the gas in my blunt 
Ex bitch calling, told that bitch she a cunt
Uh
We coming for your skulls 
Leave ya body Inna box 
You don't like the shit we say?
Tell ya bitch ass kick rocks 
We some solo soldiers
Death all on my shoulders 
Gripping on my fuckin gat 
Until fuckin bones hurt 
Can't stop, won't stop
Gonna talk shit Till I'm up at the top 
Your dome gon blow
Blood thicken the plot 
I take ya soul
Now your screaming for God 
No
Needa stop that stop shit
Chrome 45 gonna bust ya shit
Another homicide 
In the town I reside 
That's another day in the 7 to the 5

The Beast With The Least From The East Came To Reap

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
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releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (Intro)

Hanging out the window screaming 666,
Shit I'm doing got me 86'd itch itch itch,
Lick the dirt up off a brick, and make a dish dish dish,
Walk a mile but I only move an inch inch inch,
He was talking sorta normal then he switch switch switched up,
Covered in makeup,
'Cuz you got new bruises every time that you wake up,
The fuck is he talking about? You think we should say something?

Feeling like I'm playing fast and loosely with the truth,
Always showing up with nothing always leaving with the loot,
My regressive algorithmic model training how to lose,
Every iteration further from a total static view,

So confused, let me sit you down and share my views,
I'm opposed to making sense and I spread fake news,

In every argument we have I'll disagree with you,
And if you piss me off, I'mma spread a rumor about you,

So put a smile on, keep it strong, treat me like a cop on a ride along,
Do no wrong, sing the song dummy keep the blinders on,
Stand on the train tracks, or jump in the road,
'Cuz it'd be quicker than if I'm gonna have come for your throat,

It's such a thing to behold, uphold, an oath so devote,
To never saying what I mean and only speaking in code,

I'm certified as a demon, got a diploma from hell,
And now they sent me up here with some opinions to sell,

So I'll just market it well, slap a few words on the track,
And make enough to pay the ferryman to row my way back,
It's better than the hard liquor and the panic attacks,
Cuz all these Death Cult aesthetics are not congruent with facts no more...

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

We can talk about it or just get a little crunk
Bet she really like to twerk to caricoca funk
You so silly make em dizzy like Sicilian drunks
She likes fifty cent, I feel like a million bucks
Wait, what why?

Where and how and who again, reptilian
Hooligan, running up her leg like this is Gulliver's
Gullible, floated right up straight into the ceiling yeah yeah
Gave her something that can make her talk to demons
Yeah yeah

Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Let her die slow cuz she kinda beautiful
Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Chop chop (spit sound) that's my ritual

She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you bink you might never even miss her
She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

What's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play to my crescendo
Can you please try to keep up with the tempo
Her body a temple I worship the devil

Who's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play me my crescendo
Can you please keep up with the tempo?
Kept a little bit of her as a memento

We can talk about it or just get a little drunk
Look away for just a second and she end up in a trunk
If the glove don't fit they'll acquit me on the spot
You think someone who would do this is afraid to get caught?
Wait what why?
Tried the call the numbers back all fake
Couple bags fertilizer make em all quake
Whole lobby blown apart left em all saint's
Daddy's in a body bag left em red paint

She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you blink you might never even miss her
She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

Up all night I feel like Tyler Durden
Preaching to the mirror giving sermons
I am Jack's last sip of bourbon
The personality of half a person
Bitch
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden bitch

Nodding out in traffic on my way to catch a felony
I don't vibe with no one but I'm heavy with the chemistry
Nothing but an entity steady collecting enemies
I'm magic with the shots like the guy who dropped Kennedy

Bitch I feel like Captain Ahab
Chasing white so the demons in me stay bad

You been a fan I been a fiend
Might just take the whole production when I come 'n seize the means
Nothing what it seems
Parasitic energy
I could take your legacy
Move without integrity dismantling identities
And when I get to hell I hope they see me a celebrity
Cuz all my friends are there and I don't mean that hypothetically
So go head and kill yourself and get a step ahead of me
Cuz you don't wanna live inside a world where I'm your enemy

Bitch I feel like Patrick Bateman
Fake a smile while I'm steady staying hating

I'm not the type to be impatient
I'm the type to sit and wait until the mark go on vacation
Left em feeling shaken
Every word I say is dripping with manipulation
String the sentences along until you feel the motivation, bitch

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

Bullets flying through the side of my car
I hit the gas like it's nothing at all
I'm made of money but I don't make sense
I'm either balling or I can't pay rent
Six weeks clean but I'm not really sober
I can't wait, for this shit to be over
I wake up hungry for the flavor of blood
I pick the carcass clean just because

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

I'm not the plug but I know where he lives
I might forget but I never forgive
Not in the trenches but I might help you dig
And God forbid I'll ever to talk to the pigs
You say you're king of the jungle I just sit back and laugh
I'm not the first on the scene but I won't the last
Yeah You can do all the hunting, I'll just wait for the prey
Feast on the leftovers and live another day

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

Hyena

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people
They don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when
Just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face
I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face

Crash Out

Go ahead and make your move
Counted all the exits in the room
Something might happen real soon
Shit is doomed
You should really try and keep your cool
So confused, always had to go and act a fool for the jewels
I don't run the city block I don't make the rules
I just burn whatever that they give me for the fuel
Fucking with me? I am not ashamed of acting cruel

Cuz when the blows really fall
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the curtain comes to call
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the bodies come to brawl
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the sirens start to call
Every man for himself and God against all

Watch me scream into a microphone blow ya dome
I come with a Hazard zone, walking where savages roam
Living in the cyber zone, running the cypher alone
Designer drugs silence the soul
Violence is all that I know
Feel it inside of my bones
I am the blight of my own mind
If I died on my own, know that I'm ten on my toes
Better than being a drone, something I'll never know
Cuz I am testament to the rest of them
Never get caught lacking on your throne

Cuz when the blows really fall
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the curtain comes to call
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the bodies come to brawl
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the sirens start to call
Every man for himself and God against all

Every Man for Himself and God Against All

Packwatch roll it up, smoke it till it's gone

Drop the act and stop pretending that you something you not
Why do all your fucking songs sound like AI slop?
I've seen a couple cunts buckle when it comes to a stop
And five-zero could chop screw your whole crew outta jobs
Get the fuck out dodge, dislodge those words from your mouth
Don't tell nobody that this money what you're really about
You selling oil to the snakes for a shot at the top
Until the allegations drop, Diddy do it or not?
I'm rocking the spot, I'm shaking down crews with a click
You in a jail cell, wondering if your shit sticks
Up in the sticks some shooters is printing weapons to kill
And talking 'bout a revolution 'cuz his rights been repealed
And when the cops gonna catch him, even he'll cop a plea
And your face been on the internet for all to see
So I hope your legal team better know to talk
'Cuz the paper trail is saying ain't no way that you walk
You can see all of the wallets as it moves through the chain
The transactions always lead them to one and the same
He put his name down somewhere on a list for a call
That's all it took for them to go and put his name on the wall, R.I.P

Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught him snitching on his own fucking song
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Pack watch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught 'em slipping and it won't be fucking long

A couple weeks of tapped lines and they got the address
The whole squad in the van now suited in vests
All because he couldn't help but flex the whip on the feed
Hope a mugshot gets him the respect that he need
I've seen it happen to the best, every giant could fall
It could be your name next, right up there on the wall
I think it's funny that these dummies start some beef for the clout
And then they line they own pockets with a wink to the crowd
I'm on pack watch son, yeah we smoking 'em out
Steady waiting till the next time his foot in his mouth
Maybe I don't wear no Gucci or no Louis Vuitton
But where you're going everybody's got the same fit on
Went from posing with a launcher to a poser with papers
A couple letters went and turned ya from a rapper to rapist
Why all these big bad types always fucking with kids?
'Cuz ain't no way a woman putting up with half of his shit
So sick of the bit, I'm here to put a rest to the case
And send the whole ship sinking to the depths of their graves
You've taking the bait, now pull and go unravel your fate
End of the day you'll never put a name to the face bitch

Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught him snitching on his own fucking song
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught 'em slipping and it won't be fucking long..

#Packwatch

I stole a line from your favorite track
I called it mine and I put it on wax
I got those
Bad vibes
The type that they dig
I'll scam my way to the top of the biz
Let me cook
Cook my spaghetti
I'm in the, parking lot
Caught me pissing on Chevys
I got the, wrong look
Pulling up in a rental
Self ordained
I'm the king of trap metal, alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Don't go outside I just stare at a screen
Thinking about some new shit I should scream
I got those
Black eyes, but it ain't from a fight
It's from the hard drugs I took all night
Yeah you right, I'm not unique
I'm just one of the pack
I got those, loose goosey vibes, ain't afraid to rat
Yeah I got, old debts that I won't ever settle
With every other fucking king of trap metal alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Why you seething like that?
Bitch I'm all math with the way I subtract
And I seen you on snap saying something real wack
Bout the way you underrated and your beats all slap
But that shit not facts you a wanna be X
What's next? maybe go and pull a Drake put a bullet in your chest
You a mess, so stressed, maybe you should take a rest
Instead of running round attempting every stupid side quest huh?

All Hail The King

This that come and take your dinner
Certified sinner
Problematic lyrics that let the mind linger
This that one two, gottem right smack in the goods
Should have never turned his back in my neck of the woods
I'm wrecking the puts, the bets off, who coulda known?
Made em check up on his words, and corrected his tone
I'm stalking the zone, anomalies are all that I know
Digital with the pollution like the adds in your phone
I'm bad to the bone, like Manson with a cult of my own
But I don't brainwash bitches I just leave em alone
I'm up in your home, just scrawling sigils onto the wall
No meaning at all, just following the urge as it calls
To see you appalled, and make you wanna get up and leave
Humming slowly as I wipe the blood up with my sleeve
Dosing up a couple powders for the powers unseen
I mean what I say, but I don't ever say what I mean

You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you

This that charge em by the minute
Make a punk pivot
Body full of spirits, and demons that pay visits
Double dipping till I'm in it double digits
I'm a double down and spin it again so you can clip it
It's all crickets, couldn't just mind your business
Begging for forgiveness but only cuz there's a witness
You could risk it, give up and grant my wishes
Or I might burn bridges and pillage the whole village
You just a mimic, in for the image
As long as I exist you not your own worst critic
Such a cynic, pinnacle of the gimmick
You never lived it, your writtens all scripted
I move so much Cryptic, turned him to a statistic
Dissed him Inna lyric got the whole block addicted
You got me ina deja vu
Cuz I heard everything you said, but I ain't heard about you

You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you,

#Packwatch

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