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Drain Opener
02:50
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Ching a ling chong ching a ling a ling wong, let me hit the bong and I feel just like a ninja. Sing a stupid song sing it sing it so long sing it sing it so wrong like I'm a fuckin singer. Fake your little hit fake it shake all of your shit fake it this is what you get now roll it all up in a dutch. Take a little hit take it fuck up all your shit take it spit it in a dish break it use it as a crutch.
Chorus: All of your kids will buy my CD's, Listen to me, do what I say.
(Nah na nah nah) you can't find me now, now can ya?! I'm so high I've found the answer, you shouldn't chase what you can't grab, you shouldn't face what you can't have.
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Delete
02:50
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It's like steppin outside in a hurricane it's like stickin my face in a picture frame it's like gettin all loud cause you won the game but then a deep dark secret puts it all to shame. It's like what the fuck's in my passenger seat some bitch in my car screamin over my beats cause I won't give it all to give you all that you see cause you throw it all up right after you eat.
Why do I feel so alone in a place with so many, fuckin people don't you know, well I know where you'd send me.
What about my time (who gives a shit), what about my mind (who gives a shit), what about my life (who gives a shit), Who gives a shit this time (I thought I did).
I wanna sleep with your friends and their friends to I wanna get a disease I wanna give it to you so goddamn "Qute" with a capitol Q now grab your shit an take it home with you. I wanna get in your face I wanna push you around I wanna smack you up I wanna push you down I wanna keep your mouth in a permanent frown I wanna keep your mouth from making a sound.
Why do I feel so alone in a place with so many, stupid people don't you know, the message I'm sending.
Unwound retied spun round and still alive, move in replace your fault you rented me the space, I almost cry but like I said I'm still alive, so big so plain so what looks like everything's the same end.
I wonder what I'll be today when my head lifts off the pillow, loser winner or maybe just a fucking asshole, I never understood why I never ever could just shut up and fuckin be, but over the years I've put on so many faces that I lost the fuckin real me.
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Party
03:04
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You know it's pretty fucked up on how you've gotten so reckless after all the fuckin gifts the diamond rings and the necklesses, an I'm waitin for the day when everyone's bomb is gonna hit cause we're all a little tired of being your personal piece of shit, an I'm really sick of hearing of how life is so hard I can show you what it's like here my number's on my card, so gimme a call if you can gimme a call if your stuck gimme a call I'm the man gimme a call we can fuck.
You're the shit you're so fly think your pimp you must be high, can't even try it pussy don't even play, hey wait a minute I can talk shit all day. You're a bitch you're a punk, suck your dick you must be drunk, can't even try it cause you might end up dead you fuckin faggot ass fuck you're really shittin the bed.
Chorus: Cause life is a P.A.R.T.Y. I'm stuck in friday night, and don't plan nah on going home tonight, gonna get ya real drunk and high.
From his hair to his cuticles O my God he's so beautiful and so very unusual must be P.I.M.P. Frome his head to his outfit o my god it just shouts it not that anyone doubts it F.A.G.G.O.T. If I could be up in his clique I'd be suckin on his dick but let's be realistic must be smokin that weed, Do ya mind if I ask ya do you need some viagra cause this song kinda has ya lookin L.I.M.P.
You're really makin me high really makin me trip really makin me cry really makin me sick.
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4. |
Shit Stick
03:26
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Sing with me fa la la la la la fa la la la fuck you sha na na na kiss my ass-sah, sing with me fa la la la la la fa la la la piss off sha na na na fuck this crap-pah. Guess I'm not that optimistic guess I'm not that rust resistant cause all the rain ate a hole in my heart. Now I'll shut up and fuckin listen, take the shit end of the shit stick, jam it in cause fuck the hole in my heart.
Chorus: You and me tonight sounds just fine, You and me tonight will make everything alright.
You are the girl with design impostor masterpiece, you want the world on the tippy top of your christmas tree, guess I got myself arrested, guess I got your daughter pregnant tryin to fill the fuckin hole in my heart, will I leave you now you guessed it now that your rats nest is infested so they can eat a fuckin hole in your heart.
And now I wanna feel stupid with you because you look pretty goddamn stupid to, and now I wanna feel stupid with you because you look pretty fuckin stupid to.
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Stalker
04:22
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The head bone connected to the ear bone, The ear bone connected to the telephone, the telephone connected to the dial tone, you know I'm never gonna leave ya the fuck alone. The fear will be connected to your fuckin face, my hands will be connected to your neck brace, my car will be connected to your fuckin place, DNA will be connected to your murder case. Blood will connect with all the walls time an date will connect with my phone calls, try to leave me for another fucker that's all?! try ta leave me for another fucker you got balls. Ear bone connected to your telephone you're screamin cause it doesn't give ya a dial tone, I'm comin in to fuck your shit up you should've known, your man shoulda never left ya home alone.
Chorus: I'm inside you can't hide I will find you fucker take your life, I'm inside you can't hide I will find you fucker you will die.
Face bone connected to the mirror frame, your body might go flying through a window pane, your neighbors might be wakened by the loud sound, but they'll never have to know it when you hit the ground. I see you fuckin runnin but you won't get far, your body might be hiding in the trunk of my car, I really hate to fuckin kill you now but still, if I can't fuckin have you then nobody will, My brain's not connected got a little sicker, my finger bone connected to the shot gun trigger, imagine if I gave it just a little squeeze, enough to finally get you on your fuckin knees, and now I'm gonna leave you with one last thought, they're never gonna catch me no I won't get caught, you should've never ever not given a shit, cause fuck with me and that's just what you get.
Vocoder voices: manic, dimentia
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U-Turn
04:33
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The walls have all peeled in this place, there's been a war here, I'm done with the words that you say, I'm not afraid, I wish I could burn everything you own, wish I could kill everyone you've known, and I can feel, all my vessels explode.
There's something wrong with the look in your eye, I've never seen this, I bet you've been thinking about this all day, I wouldn't doubt it, I needed you once but a long time ago, I needed you bad but you lost all control, where did you go and what happened to you.
Chorus: An please try to take a little with you, but don't remember me, you fuck, and don't try to make a victim of you, you don't know what its like, to lose everything, you fuck.
Where highways run sideways bipolar sound waves play in perfect pitch, a million manic episodes a day will replay, and they all know the truth, and they're all afraid of you, getting high on life, light it up, breath it in, and blow it all away.
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Bounce a Reality Check
02:23
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Mom and dad will be so mad when they find out what you did, took my mind and snapped it back in two aint that some shit, I bet they'll take you off to where all little pricks get pounded, made me look at me all wrong and now your fuckin grounded.
Chorus: Copper loose change and a broken neck, took one day off and now your life's a wreck, spent it all bounce a reality check, and this is what you get you fuckin faggot.
They say the alter of hate is a bar stool, they say nobody's perfect in that case I must be perfect, makes me so happy to see so much in what they say, but who are they anyway these fucked up people.
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8. |
Crashing a Car
02:57
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I wish I could fly I'd find my wings, I wish I could cry get some relief, you play games with my fuckin feelings, an still my eyes are dry, can't get no relief.
you are a winner, I try to keep together, you are so much bigger, I've got to pull the trigger.
Chorus: Well maybe I try just a little too hard, I push you away end it today just like crashing a car.
I died inside and crossed the lines when I ran through your intersection, but it's the look in your eye when we collide spins me round in a whole new direction.
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Self Esteem
02:20
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Bang my head and scrape my chin always let go fall off sobriety wagon and I'm just too strung out to tell you a fairytale, my stomach's led can't feel my skin losing control the days are constantly draggin an I'm just too burnt out retell the same fairytale.
I hate yesterday because all it does is make me think of how it never stays and how tomorrow's gonna be fucked up and now it really seems like all I have here is you so now I'll stand here at your door and fuckin wait for the boot.
Chorus: I hear you say it must be hell to live that way, and what-a-ya mean, it takes the place of self esteem.
You are priority for me, right next to death, you killed the human part of me, and made me sick, you make these problems here for me, and make them fly away, I've sold just about goddamn everything, but can't get enough to heal.
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