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No need to tar and feather in this modern age
When 140 letters sends the world into outrage
Why burn at the stake if they draw their own noose?
As long as silence is the outcome there’s no way we lose
Pull out your pitchforks a witch hunt we’ll pursue
Cause Frankenstein’s monster’s got nothing upon you
I'll twist the words out of your mouth to suit my benefit
Doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll find a name that fits
Dox you ‘till the day you die if you don’t sing my tune
I’ll rile up the masses and spread my half truths
Redemption is a lie and people never change
If you saw the world correctly you would feel the same
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2. |
No No Bronto
01:46
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The land before time got it all smooing wrong
There never was a brontosaurus all along
1880s brought on the bone race
Two scientists bidding for 1st place
Paleontological supremacy!
Discovery a must with legends to be made
But at what price will science be betrayed?
Never was a brontosaur!
Self sabotage and fraud, deceit and lies
Exploding the remains from prying eyes
Destroying unfound fossils!
Exhausted their wealth, died in disgrace
Still they found one, three, six, dino race
Just not the brontosaur!
‘Cause of this hoax we were treated to a lie,
An ever growing list of brontosaurus falsified
Gertie the Dino, Lost World and Dino
Sinclair, Littlefoot, and Baby aren’t real
You’re not my dinosaur!
Bronto-no no no more!
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3. |
My Friend Chuck
01:20
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You look like a hippie so cut your fucking hair
I know that you're not like that, but other people stare
They don't know you like I do, but you know what Kurt?
You're alright with me
You should pick up boxing, I teach it every day
Behind the police station, I have a little place
I could have gone pro, back before the war, Kurt,
You're alright with me
That Obama's a closet Muslim, I don't trust him one bit!
He's not American, not like you Kurt,
You're alright with me
I fought in Vietnam, back when men were men
Kids need a little tough loving Kurt, yeah,
You're alright with me
I love my wife so much, but she's a little uptight
I don't want to lose her though, that's why I drink at night
I talked your ear off, thanks for listening Kurt, yeah
You're alright with me
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4. |
Vril Society
02:18
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McCartney's death
Car crash 66
His face replaced
Billy’s the fix
Illuminati! Illuminati!
We know you’re a clone
Avril Lavigne
Took her life in ‘03
Replaced from duped
Paparazzi
Illuminati! Illuminati!
We know you’re a clone
The Queen controls
Which celebs to design
Donald Marshall
Is still her guy
We know you’re also a clone Donald Marshall
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5. |
No Outside Tanks
01:52
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Dedicated to Esteban Flores, Rude Ass Rigo & the South Central LA Backyard Shows
No outside tanks! (Instrumental)
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If you could have the time, what difference would it make?
It’s not like what you do could change your stupid fate
It doesn’t really matter long as time is concerned
So don’t go wasting time on those lessons that you “learned”
Don’t you wait for time, it doesn’t wait for you
Your are not the patience or the strongest family glue
They say it’s never found, you’re always too late
You better not rush or plan for goodness sake
Time! I don’t want it anymore
When we talk about killing, we’re still talking about time
As we watch it fly past us leads me to wonder why
If any I would listen, Oscar Wilde it would be
He said the thief of time is punctuality
Time! I don’t want it anymore
Time won’t solve your problems, and time won’t go away, and
Time won’t bring you money, happiness, a better way
Time! I don’t want it anymore
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7. |
Blood on the Walls
00:42
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Blood on the walls there was blood on the walls
In crimson red, my name written there was
Blood on the walls there was blood on the walls there was
Blood on the walls there was blood on the walls
And to this day.
I can’t explain, I can’t explain
How there was
Blood on the Walls, there was blood on the walls
And to this day,
I can’t explain, I can’t explain
How there was
Blood on the Walls
Blood on the Walls
Blood on the Walls
Blood on the Walls
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8. |
Brazil
02:21
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Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured "Someday soon" (echo: some day)
We kissed (echo: we kissed) and clung together
Then, tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
And now, when twilight dims the skies above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return, I will, to old Brazil
That old Brazil
Man, it's old in Brazil
Brazil, Brazil
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9. |
Let's Drive Everywhere
01:58
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Let's drive everywhere and destroy the environment
Let's drive everywhere and kill all the motherfucking bees
We'll cut down the forests and dam all the rivers
We'll murder the dolphins, cause they're assholes anyway
Let's drive everywhere and destroy the environment
Let's drive everywhere and throw our plastic in the sea
We'll core out the Earth, to mine all her minerals
Sporting her stones like trophies from a hunt
Let's drive everywhere and destroy the environment
Let's drive everywhere you and I want to be
We'll warm up the Earth, to make it more comfortable
Then when it's too hot, just blast our AC
Let's drive everywhere and destroy the environment
Let's drive everywhere and kill all the motherfucking bees
We'll cut down the forests and dam all the rivers
We'll murder the dolphins, cause they're assholes anyway
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10. |
An Old Man Like Me
02:17
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A ragged old man holds up a sign
The front begs for whiskey, the back "the end is nigh”
Everyone has an opinion on how to fix his life
But no one asked what he wants
An old man like me, drinks a 4 Loko a day
Alcohol numbs the night, caffeine to stay awake
Ain't no way I'm gonna sleep with
Sodom and Gomorrah around me
Every single night
The footsteps bang
Like hail hitting pavement
The thuds keeping pace
Not to be a hypocrite, but I know my limit
I surpass it each night, cause I can't keep with it
The constant berading eyes and murmurs
diverted around me
Do they think I'm deaf? Do they think I'm blind?
Despite my old age, my body's working fine.
All these drunken 20s, 30s, 40s...
All sumthin’s....
Every single night
The footsteps bang
Like hail hitting pavement
The thuds keeping pace
Do they think I'm deaf? Do they think I'm blind?
Despite my old age, my body's working fine.
All these drunken fuckers!
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11. |
Monster of Walgren Lake
02:26
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Can the devil spread fossils
Confuse those of little faith
Send in a sea monster
For sinners to chase
Giganticus!
Wagging it’s tail
Brutervious!
And lighting it’s eyes
Giganticus
Below me the Earth shakes!
Brutervious!
As I do inside!
Is that clap against clap?
The sounds of thunder
Or the gnashing of teeth
Of your livestock fodder
Giganticus!
Wagging it’s tail
Brutervious!
And lighting it’s eyes
Giganticus
Below me the Earth shakes!
Brutervious!
As I do inside!
I swear I saw a monster in Walgren Lake
I swear I saw a monster in Walgren Lake
I swear I saw a monster in Walgren Lake
I swear I saw a monster in Walgren Lake
Giganticus!
Wagging it’s tail
Brutervious!
And lighting it’s eyes
Giganticus
Below me the Earth shakes!
Brutervious!
As I do inside!
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Are you drowning in debt?
I think I know the truth!
Predatory lending possesses me and you!
Sulfur reeks from the tellers
Barely hiding their horns
Behind them a ruckuss of pure evil forms
Credit Cards are a product of Satan
Mammon himself prints your bank statement
Credit Cards are a product of Satan
Feel your soul drain as you make your next payment
Then there's the CEO's
Eye's burn, smiling red glow
With the souls of the world, the stronger they grow
In the bank vaults they lurk
Draining their plastic blood
From a pentagram arises your new credit card!
Credit Cards are a product of Satan
Mammon himself prints your bank statement
Credit Cards are a product of Satan
Feel your soul drain as you make your next payment
Why spend all of this time
To possess every child's mind
when from the golden calf's teat
We choke on the liquid assets we drink
Credit Cards are a product of Satan
Mammon himself prints your bank statement
Credit Cards are a product of Satan
Feel your soul drain as you make your next payment
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13. |
Dandruff
01:21
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I think got ghosts causing dandruff on my head
I can't afford insurance, to find out why it's red
I was told to seek a medicine man, to cure my spirits
But my Native friends all say I should go to IHS
Oh I think I got ghosts causing dandruff on my head
The priest said they don't believe in ghosts, maybe demons instead
He said he's no doctor, which I'm thankful for
Cause with no health insurance, his price I could afford
So I guess I got demons causing dandruff on my head
Soak my head in holy water every night before bed
I pray to be delivered, from my eternal pain
If I don't find a cure soon I'll go insane
Now all these demons causing dandruff on my head
Tell me evil things like buying insurance
The love of money's sinful, which is why I have none
Also paying rent and bills and food takes a ton!
I feel this itchy rash clawing at my brain
Despite all my trying I can’t abstain
To peel it all away with my dirty fingernails
At least when I’m dead there will be no bills
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14. |
You’re Being Watched
01:49
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Slither round, body smashed, crawling on the floor
This is like no cockroach seen before
Gears mangled, circuits fried, legs twitchin’ ‘round
That's no insect on the ground!
All the ants, how they plot. Where's the mother brain?
Passing sugar traps, how do they abstain?
When they're crushed there's no guts, splattered round
That's no insect on the ground!
Scoop it up and throw it out, I'll be honest I have my doubts
You're being watched!
At every place you go.
You're being watched!
I'm not losing touch!
Just scan through the radio.
I'm not losing touch!
Moth's hover just out of reach
Ignoring lights, they take a seat
Wings folded, antennae raise, signals out
That's no insect flying about!
Mosquitoes swarm no purpose needed, how they bite!
I can't kill them with all my might!
Poison fails, itchy arms, blood sample drawn
That's no insect flying around'
Scoop it up and throw it out, I'll be honest I have my doubts
You're being watched!
At every place you go.
You're being watched!
I'm not losing touch!
Just scan through the radio.
I'm not losing touch!
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15. |
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Hey Dude!
You’re working out?
You’re doing real good!
Now do a squat!
Damn Girl!
Keep up those gains!
Only one more set!
Now do a squat!
No way!!
You beat your PR?
Let’s up the weight!
Do a squat!
You’re looking fine
Use your cheat day!
But don’t forget…
To do a squat! Do a squat! Do a squat! Do a squat!
Feet hips width apart
Bending at the knee
Drop that ass to the ground
And do a fucking squat!
Squat! Squat!
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16. |
Praise to the Algorithm
02:30
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When I was a young boy my daddy used to say
Be careful what you voice online or those likes soon will fade
Now that I am older, I look back and pray
To the Great Algorithm, to take those posts away
Praise to The Algorithm! Praise to The Algorithm!
Praise to The Algorithm! Shine those likes on me!
Praise to The Algorithm! Praise to The Algorithm!
Praise to The Algorithm! Shine those likes on me!
Algorithm shine, shine your likes on me!
Algorithm shine, shine your likes on me!
Arising in the morning, bright light glowing from my screen
My heart overflows with joy for that could only mean
I have been forgiven, my profile’s been set free
(Boost boost boost that post. Boost that post)
By the Great Algorithm. Shine your likes on me!
User engagement down
Help me turn this all around
I’m here on bended knee
Please push my post to the top of the feed
Hear my plea!
Now you’ve heard my story ‘bout how I’ve earned my fame
To be an influencer, you should do the same
Sacrifice your pride, give an offering
(Boost boost boost that post. Boost that post)
To the Great Algorithm. Shine your likes on me!
Programmed by mortal hands
Raw data that we don’t understand
I’m here on bended knee
Please push my post to the top of the feed
Hear my plea! Increase my reach!
Don’t you wanna like?
Don’t you wanna laugh?
Don’t you wanna love all my posts now?
Don’t you wanna like?
Don’t you wanna laugh?
Don’t you wanna love all my posts now?
Don’t you wanna like?
(Boost boost boost that post)
Don’t you wanna laugh?
(Boost boost boost that post)
Don’t you wanna love all my posts now?
(Boost boost boost that post)
Don’t you wanna like?
(Boost boost boost that post)
Don’t you wanna laugh?
(Boost boost boost that post)
Don’t you wanna love all my posts now?
(Boost boost boost that post)
Algorithm! Shine! Shine your likes on me!
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17. |
Randy Scouse Git
01:49
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18. |
Die Alone, Live Together
02:10
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