1. |
Crisis Acting
02:14
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force-feed reskins
meat reels reload
i ball too hard
breakout artist
closeups dissolve
detox my flag's
farce-fried 4K
bloody nose gets
touched up, not yet
zoom, don't enhance
my whiteout
writes out
pure white
helmet
[...]
touchdown
gay bomb
zoom, don't enhance
my whites out
lights out
dad's at work
gotta pile up a million
and i'm under the gun
i make em cry like a civilian
till the project's done
jetlag carpet-bomb: unclean
gay-bar disco radar: pristine
gag order the globe: forced meme
no-scope ammossadhideen
well i'm a smooth operator
so you can keep my other names
a hyperreal masturbator
fake tits on a cute campaign
a camouflage pole-vaulting wheelchair
democra-tasers the tongues that explain
i shoulder-check your arabian nights
i flip the tables in the temple of same
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2. |
12G
02:38
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3. |
She's Modern
02:20
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i and i debauch a debutante
ionize and cuck me to the quick
fortify this me-mog:
i forge your memories
(ease me into backwards
i'll squeeze into myself)
falsify the face and
hallucinate the mask
sterilizeahaulics
the data holo-
costs inflate themselves
slight of hand debacles
shoot up into your school
(i shoot up your headlines,
i make you make my day)
prostitute prostrations
abstract as i retract
terabytes of terror
i pray to spray the
gay you pay away
schizotismaticians
dividing total war
(tug my contradiction,
abbreviating time)
contracokeconceptions,
depilatory whores
shave my isolation
the slave that whips the
kiss that cracks the cramps
and i recuse my mind
and i'll indict my brains
back into nothing
and now my baby
takes the
morning
plane
she's modern
huffing online
decapitating the circumstance
five minutes inside
boil concentration into time
five minutes inside
stockpiled
i and i debauch a debutante
humping in holography
ionize and cuck me to the quick
living in pornography
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4. |
Scope Creeps
02:06
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baby i hate your ways
i wanna tell you that i really hate the stupid shit you say
baby i hate your ways
i wanna put you in the news but you're just too fucking gay
baby i hate your ways
i wanna tell you that i really hate the stupid shit you say
baby i hate your ways
i wanna tell you about the world but it doesn't fucking pay
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5. |
Prosthetics
02:40
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i extend
its hands are tugging
at the fattest corner of the picture
framing the defense
inventor opens the in
vents and vents you out to
pow-ergonomics
ride, sexualympic
purchase, sold-notion
merchants chemistrated
cum-pilations rape and roll
the union online
shopping for my expectations
loading my prosthetics
your ideas split me up
parts, i'm prosthetic
make me change into me
flatline, expand
i'm re-gay
dilate trans-morphed aesthetics
dox my sex
fumble void
stumble self's
adenoids
birthed in flux
gynoroids
you should see me flow
traveling in time
i've become the forms
now i skip the lines
sex my dox
you're employed
i'm transexting
suinoid
impound,
compound
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6. |
Complicated Game (XTC)
05:30
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NEETS Washington, D.C.
NEETS was established in 1972 by financier and Inter-Maritime Bank/Affiliates owner Baruch "Bruce"
Rappaport.
Using shell and SA corporations in conjunction with "board interlocks", NEETS has financed US, Belgian and Israeli intelligence-backed global terrorism, human trafficking, third world death squads, organized blackmail, drug cartels and racketeering pertaining to oil-tanker extortion.
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