I wrote this after January 6, 2021. It feels kind of naive now. 

Lyrics 
Step on bodybags like an American
She don’t do first class she fly American
Struggle with my past ‘cause I’m American 
You don’t gotta ask if I’m aware of it 
But I get the cash cause I’m arrogant, strapped like a terrorist 
Passed on a seraphim, he asked if I’m scared of him 
There’s no comparison, bitch I’m bringing carats in 
You don’t really want it with Americans 

Please don’t remember what you see today
You know that I’m checking for the CIA 
I don’t think it’s gonna be okay 
When you speak the truth they don’t believe what you say 
That’s how it gotta be though 
They still mislead you, treat you like they think you’re people 
Got me scared to death, hope I don’t get Gary Webbed
Got these spiders in my head, I keep on tearing at their nets 
So don’t tell me to stay cool when I know you fake news 
The red and blue, really the same dudes 
Gotta get loose like I popped a quaalude 
The rulers beget ruled, I guess it takes two 
That ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son 
I will not stand by while you’re torturing us 
Just a little lost lamb, tryna get it how I can 
Even if I gotta rob and use my hands, even if I gotta 

Step on bodybags like an American
She don’t do first class she fly American
Struggle with my past ‘cause I’m American 
You don’t gotta ask if I’m aware of it 
But I get the cash cause I’m arrogant, strapped like a terrorist 
Passed on a seraphim, he asked if I’m scared of him 
There’s no comparison, bitch I’m bringing carats in 
You don’t really want it with Americans

Americans prod. by DARKBOY

i usually post lyrics here but i’m scared they’re gonna get me

tv girl (freestyle)

bean cat demo

emo rap is dead.

lyrics

they don't really like the way i rock
guess it's just the changing of the guard
some are gonna say that i'm a fraud
but look at all the pages that i brought

i do things that are bad for me 
when my mood swings meet my apathy
my new friends they get mad at me 
when i do things that are bad for me 
i do things that are bad for me 
when my mood swings meet my apathy
babygirl you could be a masterpiece 
but i do things that are bad, bad for me 

ride for me, she gon cry bout me 
change my life, take my life for me
push her away before she make a wife for me 
can't make another lady miss her life for me
put me in the dirt, feeling like i'm kurt(cobain!) 
pour a couple out for all the people that i've hurt (on god!)
i feel kinda lousy but i think that sober's worse 
and if you want to doubt me you can eat a fucking curb
mix a couple drugs think i'm a rockstar (skinnys!)
all this shit been fuckin wit my chakras (pills!)
kno when i wake i'll be a lost cause 
but if the plug reup well then i want some 

i do things that are bad for me 
when my mood swings meet my apathy
my new friends they get mad at me 
when i do things that are bad for me 
i do things that are bad for me 
when my mood swings meet my apathy
babygirl you could be a masterpiece 
but i do things that are bad, bad for me 

(oooooooooohs until the end of the instrumental lol)

Hot Topic (Bad For Me)

Hot Topic "Bad For Me" (prod. by bruferr x nonbruh)

this isn't a happy song

i think i'm sick i keep seeing these dead kids 
if life is a highway i keep seeing exits
i keep on pretending that things will get better
but who the hell's impressed by this here depression

you act like you're sad for a gimmick
i know i'm sad because i'm sick of living
i feel the world has got nothing to give me
i think if i burn it all down i can fix it
but i lost my soul there's a hole in my spirit 
i'm feeling so cold i can't see a meaning 
so many people were close to me scheming
and now i'm alone it's just me and my feelings
i thought going sober would help me complete it
i already know i can't beat back my demons 
chunks of my flesh and they just keep on eating 
all of my friends pack it up and start leaving 

i think i'm sick i keep seeing these dead kids
if life is a highway i keep seeing exits 
i keep on pretending that...

exits (prod. by ginseg)

(prod. by prodbygreg)

intro 

"Hey everybody, Young Stalin here. You know I don't usually do this, I try to stay pretty apolitical, but Ben Shapiro of all people hit up my email and said he really wanted to get on a track, and you know, we have our disagreements, but I'm a strong supporter of reaching outside across the aisle. So without further ado, take it away Ben!"

ooh yeh, my dad got a chopper, got me a job i''ll tell you work harder
ooh yeh, facts and the logic, i hate all arabs unless they're the saudis
ooh yeh, my IQ is so high, my SAT scores are up in the sky
i had some test prep, took it eight times, now i make cash from inspiring hate crimes
don't get it twisted i hate genocide, unless your skin's brown or your from palestine 
i'll own a feminist all up online, but talk to noam chomsky? i don't have the time
ms. Cortez, that whore, won't date or debate me, won't answer my dms, it makes me so crazy
when she's on the tv don't know where i am, i want a hand out like spare coochie ma'm
i hate her policies she's so indecent, why in the fuck won't she send me her feet pics
oh i'm so scared that she'll find out my secret, i'm not 5'9'', i'm actually 3'6''
radical centrist as bad as it gets bitch, market of ideas i'm really the bestest
media money i stack to the ceiling, oh i'm a dumbass? facts over feelings

outro

"Woah. Wow, Ben that was pretty hard. I'm impressed. Didn't you say you hate rap music?"

"Oh I usually do, when it's made by *racist nonsense*–"

"Oh woah woah woah woah. Ben Ben oh my God. Oh my god. Cut the track. Jesus Christ. This is why we weren't gonna collaborate, this is why I was hesitant. God dammit Ben."

Facts Over Feelings Feat. Ben Shapiro

some old songs I was sitting on. two different moods, hence the title.

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Right Jab

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HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE PIGS SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR POLICE AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

YxngRaspy

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