1. |
Tool
00:38
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Saw you Creeping by the schools
Passin round a Juul
just like a bloody preying tool
Pants are rolled
Hair is bold
Like a beauty queen
Adored by the teens
Lookin at things
Ur The king of the scene
Thinking your so clean
Prim and pristine
I wish you’d die in your own filth
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2. |
Plastic
00:49
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Coffee stains
Migraines
Credit cards
Cellophane
Coughing through the belt and I think I’m gonna die
Blood loss lack of oxygen and I start to lose my site
The bag reads won’t you come again it’s red and it is white
Tasting cheap plastic and I know I’m gonna die
Pacing through the isles just to fill another Plastic Bag
Huff in my mouth again I’m choking on a Discount tag
Sick of buying cigarettes and Sudafed and porno mags
Read a little deeper and I’m Goin stag and fade to black
Please come again
Thank you sir please come again and won’t you have a nice day
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3. |
Lines
00:44
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Jolly good
Like Ya should
Up in his nose
Knows where it goes
Whiter than snow
For yr friends and yr foes
Pass it all around
And scrap it into a line
Sends ya off to heaven
And ya don’t gotta die
Lay me a line
Thick and white
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4. |
Chef
00:49
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Coffee breaks and sugar aches and nasty hair with dandruff flakes
Eating salmonella cakes with drops of blood and sour grapes
I’m a chef
Carving out the centerpiece of enemies who’ve threatened me
Call as I see it here baking cakes with eyes and ears
I’m a chef
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5. |
Busted
00:49
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Busted
Copycat
Call the station with the news
He’s a hypocrite
No one seems to care
Exhausted
Worn tennis shoes
You look cute
In a joe bank suit
Called in to the station like you think they might’ve cared
Hold a bloody glove and wave a riffle in the air
Nobody seems concerned cuz nobody’s in despair
what am I to do and threats no longer trigger scares
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6. |
Gold
00:29
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Suffer in a pot of gold
Steam so hot it melts the soul
Fire’s ice it feels so cold
To sooth is unattainable
Likely come here once again
Feel so hot it melts my skin
Fade away like college friends
Dissolving like I’m bouillon
Drowning in a bath of blood
Skin so chared feeling rough
Wishing that I had a gun
Numb this pain and end the fun
I don’t want to write a book to show you how to squeal
Kill the pain and decompress
Numb brain it’s happiness
Strike the Match and light the dress
Convince yourself you feel impressed
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7. |
Lunch
00:52
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Sinking my teeth through the flesh and the meat
Gums to start to bleed and it tastes like a dream
Won’t you have some more?
Talking a bunch left overs for lunch
Won’t you have some more?
I like gluttony and Puss
I kill just to feel the rush
Hide it in my shed outback
S&p fermented snacks
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8. |
Full tape
05:07
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