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pretty (fucked up)
02:27
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anyone can play these songs
c-e-am-f//g-am-c-e-f-g//g-am//c-am-e//f-c-f-g//g-c
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I wish I was a super saiyan
I wish my cat could be the man that I need to be
so I never have to go outside again
ive searched for where the sin sat
im my own girl, I shed the curls
of manhood w/ my babe fat
I wonder how im gonna change
when I go back on my maiden name
im a garden that’s guarded by its rotted
wanna breath like I go to seed
and bring a weed back save in me
but ill feel as pretty as I did
when I did a lot of speed
hold me and comb my hair til im clean
ill be the lice-like pearls in yr flaxen maiden mane
made up down to your knees
all my maidens have dicks
and all my maidens share a name
and when their tongues click
my maidens lips brighten with shade
but then a dread comes
I don’t know where from
you were my sister, you were my brother
you were my daughter, you were my lover
and we fucked up and fucked up each other
im sorry I had the wrong parts
sorry I broke your heart
when im not so high and burned out
and I feel things not on a grid
youre what I think about
losing your shit in a hospital bed
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anyone can play these songs
a-c#m-bm//a-bm-c#m//a-bm-c#m-dm//bm-c#m-dm//a-bm-c#-dm-c#m
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ive been rebuked, but its been said of my private side
there’s a looser set of loose ends
to come to ends with, to know the terms for
ive said again and now again
that I could stand for standing to atone more
but ive been rebuked, the yoke I juked
what a top of the world to look down to
just find a point and align
they say
when we work with the ease of play
would I come alive?
Do mutant dreams thrive, let alone survive through
chance two?
Would a fancier grip on less delicate reins do?
And if im feeling gentle, could my stubborn hand
proudly stand callus, unyielding, but still caressing?
What a trick bitch I turned out to be
less a man than a broken steed
what a trick bitch I turned out to be
less a man than something broken
joking
when presented with the body of a man
do you think of the soul
or just pick around the gristle?
Would you change what you need
lain lame between the responsibility to the whole
or the hole of the individual?
Im trying hella hard to not think we’re fucked
and not think about what if I lose the ones I love
cuz I didnt vote or I didnt try hard enough
or I didnt buy a gun
cuz I trusted in something vital
within my peers that wasnt as universal
as my fears
but ive known certain circumstance
when given a second chance
and consciously, as if guided
I fucked my life up – and denied it
I know your intents could be worthy
though intent’s death’s the consequence of duty
and when doomed, intents aren’t exhumed
you were a coward when called to dignity
though youd put in your appeal in a fate less sealed
if you thought the scale could tilt
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anyone can play these songs
e-a-f#m-b//e#m-a-b-e#m-a-b-f#m//e-a-c#m-f#m-b//c#m-a-b-c#m-a-b-f#m//e-a-c#m-f#m-b//c#m-a-b-f#m
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I havent bought prescription drugs in a bit
from the high school kids that I work with
I wonder how it felt to wear a polo
in 2008, I bet it felt great
and I remember right after 9/11
I didnt give a fuck
cuz I was a kid then
and toonami still came on at five o clock
but I see eerie parallels with my friends now
even though its been so long
what if anime is revenge against humanity for
the atomic bomb
but the end of times comes in a myriad of signs
but only one is
my anime boyfriend
drying cum on the belly of a college freshman
with rape dreams
starring him and a fabled friend
who loves everything hes doing
how bold can someone be made
in a room with ever drawn shades
and a broadband connection?
In a perfect stasis state where you always take
but you never need
unless like your phone breaks
or youre out of weed
and im afraid we’ll be remembered by the ashes of our ironies
drawn cruciform on our foreheads
growing old for the lulz
alive in a death beyond death
but the end of times comes in a myriad of signs
but only one is
my anime boyfriend
my homegurl rides beside me
into the arms of destiny
my homegurl rides beside me
into the matrix
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anyone can play these songs
em-c-g-bm-e7-a//bm-e7-a-dm-e7//bm-e7-a-bm-e7//g-em-d-c//bm-e7//bm-e7-a//g-bm-e7-a
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the neighborhood kids swear there’s bloods and crips in our midst
and all my white relatives support it
but its three hours, this place I live
from any sort of civilization
though the internet taught my cousins how to crip walk
so this landscape is now a little different
from where I, as a kid
shaved my head and hated shit
I lost my shit on the night shift
over the dishpit at hardee’s
and my husband brought me a kpin
and held me like his baby
and these kids, they called me gay
while I was mowing our lawn the other day
and I got heated, but I got scared
these little kids are such fucking faggots
but still, I got scared
so im looking for allies in a red state
sittin getting worried when my boy’s late
googling the murder rates
for gay men in my birth place
my sister voted trump and then regretted it
when I told her I wuz fggt, ha!
See there’s bright spots in every person
it just sucks a lot having to find them
welcome to the front lines honey
something dark churns in these blood lands
appalachian mutiny
calling cps on your exes
giving pigs your boyfriend’s baby mama’s addresses
my cellphone’s really fucking making shit hard today
stressed about taking an aids test
hella bummed in the cvs, bought energy drinks and menthol hundreds
because we argued about what was said
and not about intent instead
so suicide life, hello again
id always recognize an old friend
ive learned a lot every now and then
sometimes I suck, sometimes im winning
I grew a mustache, I grew a mustache
for the first time this summer
just imagine what my mustache is gonna look like in september
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5. |
kanye's house (dicksoak)
02:58
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anybody can play these songs
g-c-e-am//bm-c-am//g-f-am//e7-f-c//g-am-g-am-e7-f-c//
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desperate living, escape from butcher bay
it’s the approach of the second son
and one’s already in play
ive been zerging my soul into a hole that I dont know
and I know that god sees me
and is questioning me
through the glow of a window
made of a soda bottle full of pee
this weekend I broke bad and I hate to be me
one day ill grow into my age
ill puke on some sage, become triple H
and proudly pull tight my ponytail
in the light of votive candles
bearing my face, carefully placed
in a tasteful misplacement of faith
but im sleeping over at kanye’s house
so all my prayers taste like dicksoak
laying stagnant in my mouth
while im still learning how to ride the lightning
with a life built on burner phones
every night, sweating through my balaclavas, all alone
who’s ever gonna know me?
who’s ever gonna know me?
As the person I was or the good I could be?
While im still learning how to ride the lightning
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anyone can play these songs
c-am-g//bm-a-d9-d7-d9-bm-am-g//g-c-em-//there’s a e7 somewhere in there
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big steve and little steve
tried to start a trap they thought secretly
out of my guest room which
smells of humid milk and young teen boy dick
and past ashed bowl packs
sitting on the floor in the glow of an lcd screen
weighing dimes to look like twenty sacks
now little steve’s finally in the black
by five dollars but he smoked a whole quarter
while big steve was up north in new york
seeing his dying baby daughter
broke and stranded and now out seventy dollars
hello my loved ones
nisa smokes blunts with old puerto rican men who wanna fuck her
one time she broke the face of her ex lover
who was also her co worker
you could say she’d quit before they’d fired her
and before the cop’s arrival
I know, sometimes my baby girl
just feels suicidal
but gurl, ive drank the cum
of wicked men
and it just tastes like semen
so I shit with my front door open
in a total garbage land
and through all your bad decisions
ill safeguard you how I can
hello my loved ones
jay says his mixtape is
‘19 tracks, pure fire’
while making eye contact and trying not to laugh
he left L.B. and me waiting in his car
he said he’d be right back with a fentanyl patch
but the deal fell through, now im glad and sad and bothered
one day I wanna wake up
covered in blood
so I have a good reason to scream
and be fucking mean and do shitty things
but until the day of that selfish dream
hello my loved ones
hey look! Im better than my dad was
though sometimes I do the same shit he does
like getting confused about which monster can I ashed in
at four a.m., thinking about dying
and then about lyndon and his medicine
that I took one time to see if it’d get me high
but all it did was make me wanna die
I guess my family thought I called cps
now they wont even like my facebook status
hello, oh hello
hello my loved ones
and when we got hatecrimed
and lyndon was afraid of getting boys dont cryd
they ran with bats and knives, shirtless
and wanted bloodshed in attempt to protect us
all of my friends carry knives here
all of my friends carry cameras here
and all of my friends, they have no fear
and I want to watch over them
so I shit with my front door open
in a total garbage land
and through all your bad decisions
ill safeguard you how I can
hello my loved ones
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anyone can play these songs
a-c#m-d-dm//b-a#-a-c#m//a-c#m-a-c#m-bm//a-em//c#m-d-dm//a-c#m-d-dm-bm-e7//
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I used to hate myself a lot
but now I think that shit pussy
but that doesnt necessarily mean
I dont have my doubts, sometimes I freakout
and hurt the ones I love when they most need my help
been thinkin bout my blood ties
been giving shorter shorts a try
I have what it takes to be a slut, but
ive not got enough love
or bravery, to always give my best self
to those around me
when this EP finally goes platinum
and they call me the new daniel johnston
then ill know that im full grown
cuz im horrified by the compliment
in a more shittier world
in a more limp dick world
in a more limp bizkit world
I might not have known you
and I might not have loved you
how many dads does it take to break
the heart of a little boy?
Just one
and if I had a son, he’d be just like me
he wouldnt have any mommy
ive been spending my free time
getting high and that’s it
like writing a suicide not I never finish
just copying the lyrics to figure 8
to pad out the length
now the neighborhood watch is on the lookout for cops
cuz the state patrol makes it feel like
night time in hyrule
there’s cornfields and drug deals
buicks and civics
tricked out to look like hot wheels with big dicks
so when this EP finally goes platinum
and they call me the new daniel johnston
then ill know that im full grown
cuz im horrified by the compliment
in a more shittier world
in a more limp dick world
in a more limp bizkit world
I might not have known you
and I might not have loved you
and I might not have told you
that id marry you
we were gonna be evicted
so L.B. moved with me back to pennsylvania
cuz my dad
was being bad
and really fucking up my baby brother
who was fifteen and a 7th grader
failed two years of home school trapped in that trailer
and my garbage family
treats him like garbage
but ive been away a long time
and they finally told me why
I guess the boy I raised has FAS
I guess they think he raped his baby sis
two years after I left
what the fuck do you do with that
I feel nervous, I don’t know how to react
but still im happy I moved back
and met all of you
im proud of you
im sorry im leaving soon
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anybody can play these songs
g-c-am-d//g-c-d
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all of my friends are going to the beach
if they’ve got heroin at the beach
havent you ever been, to a junkie beach party?
Cutting pizza without a pizza cutter
making garbage without trash bags
sometimes I forget I have a basement
sometimes all I feel is sad
trying to find and define the line
between low maintenance and suicide
junkie beach party
who wants to take naps all day with me
junkie beach party
who wants to sleep in the shade of a palm tree
oxycotin, little bruda, big kahuna
when’d you hurt your back again?
Grab your swim trunks, bring your daughter
who doesnt want to hang ten?
Junkie beach party
who wants to take naps all day with me
junkie beach party
who wants to sleep in the shade of a palm tree?
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anybody can play these songs
em-d-g//c-a7-g-d-em-c
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standing with the black trash bag full of cigarette butts
and chip crumbs and overturned ashtray mugs
cleaning a room
your room
after both of you just had to prove
who could lose
the other
spilling your mother’s ashes in your slashes
you called me to come
while I laid in the other room
on the couch face down
cleaning a room
your room
after both of you just had to prove
who could lose
the other
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anybody can play these songs
g-bm-am-c-em-f//g-c-em-c-am-c-em-f//c-am-c-em-f//g-c-am
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you dont go to hell when you die
it happens when you’re alive
and all of your friends lie
and you hurt them and they hurt you
and you never see them again
hell’s when you fuck yourself again and again and again
without cumming, only going on and on toward nothing
at least when you’re a drug addict you know how to get back at
a place where you dont have to face shit
getting high’s simple and worth it, it’s perfect
if shit gets worse, there’s still one reason you get and understand
at least you know why it’s so hard to stand
so I tried to hang myself with a drawstring
from some pants that wont fit without a drawstring
so I dont wear those pants anymore
I just keep them
im a man who shit his pants and the smell isnt scary anymore
im a man who shit his pants and the smell doesnt scare me anymore
if you wanna break a face, do it quickly
god invented rocks to mark you as a brother or a pussy
and a church is a place to hide
but the temple’s where you face the brothers where you died
with pointless handwringing
and sinister throat singing
I will grow stronger
until I don’t wanna
so I tried to hang myself with a drawstring
from some pants that wont fit without a drawstring
so I dont wear those pants anymore
I just keep them
im a man who shit his pants and the smell isnt scary anymore
im a man who shit his pants and the smell doesnt scare me anymore
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11. |
icon of fear
02:24
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anybody can play these songs
a#-f#-c//a#-f#-a#-c//f-g-a#-c//em-dm somthing-cm something-dm something-a#-c#
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I was crying at the gangbang
because im the type of girl who changes her mind
and an hero is born each and every night
within me
oh m’lady, oh im so sorry
I took my fedora to the cleaners today cuz it was dirty
so instead I wore my favorite noose
right now I think the state of my drug abuse
is still fun, tho I don’t like to party
I just like to get fucked up
at my funeral, would you plz bury me
with all my living family
cuz im such a pussy
ive been wasting my years
making myself into some faggy
icon of fears
and im too afraid of being hurt
or too lazy
to love anyone but me
I dont wanna die in family’s eyes
as such a pussy
finally at last, I can pull back
the black trash bags ive wrapped
loosely as a mask
expecting a poison air
surprised what I find out there
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anybody can play these songs
capo 2nd//am-c-am-c-g//em-c-am
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the television king sits on a dope throne
screaming in a scream mask
has to live alone
what’s he up to? What can I do
to stop the blood he steals from me?
what’s the worth of teeth?
Garbage aflame, in a pit, with a heart that just
gets stupider and fucks up harder
who cant get high anymore
screaming in a scream mask
over and over
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set table (accident, md)
02:19
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anybody can play these songs
a-b-c#-d//e-f#-a
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what the fuck, I woke up
in a parking lot
my ears had been bleeding
so had my nose, I couldn’t find the altoids can
with two kinds of cocaine
what I had yet to know
was my pants were filled with blood
from my asshole that could kill the ones I love
my steely dan tape, the first song that plays
is kid charlemaine
I guess I was trying to party alone
one hundred forty four miles from home
freezin to death, clothes soaking wet
in our ‘93 tracer
I gotta tell my little brother and
my future husband
that I have a problem
and I need to mean it when I tell them
ill have to look at them
8 hours of a steely dan tape
the first song that plays
is kid charlemaine
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anybody can play these songs
f#-c#-d#m-b//d#m-b-d#m-b-c#-b//c#m-b-f#
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you’ve got a friend but baby it’s me
and im the worst friend to be
to have or to see
to send emails to i’ll never read
there are destinies
and honed skills
people who only take
and craft in ill will
and right now im not doing good
gemstones go to foster homes
when I cant do what I could
full of panic, sick of danger
holding out for myself to come
through for once for me
without me having to do anything
I hope im the worst friend you ever have
cuz I love you so much
and you’re all that I have
except debt and cats
if I was an otherkin
id be the condom that you came in
if I was an otherkin
id be the home you wanna die in
if I was an otherkin
I would be anything
other than what ive been
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anyone can play these songs
capo 5th//g-b-am-c//c-em-f//g-c-em-f//c-am-em-f-g//c-am-c-em-f
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what a hardy cadence
for such a slut boy
my hair is well braided
and im asking a favor
who stands to win in a battle with twin
unhappy endings?
who mans the top and gets the drop?
when the daggers come out
My dad’s a dumb fag
my whole family hates me
we’ll do just fine, along stones thrown
rhines and rines
senseless acts of spite
to people you like
is sometimes a way to stay alive
but there are better ones
so I trust my boyfriend when he says
he’s wished to be dead
for like two months
warning signs are like warning signs
all that grows in dirt is stupid shit
and power lines, but we’ll find
rhinestones, mad dome
a stable home
not having to wonder whether
you will keep it together
we’ll do just fine
along stones thrown
rhines and rines
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16. |
luda
01:59
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anybody can play these songs
c-e-f//c-g-f//g-g#m something//f-g
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one day i’ll be luda with the big hands
i’ll pull off my scream mask and grow strong again
i’ll stick to only legal ways to get high
maybe I wont get high at all
id like to think something’s changing
but what’s that in the busted nut in my hand?
Almost the reflection of a man
one day i’ll be luda with the big hands
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anybody can play these songs
g-d-am-bm//a-bm//g-bm-a-g//bm-g-a
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im gonna buy a wedding band for christmas
im gonna be the mister and the mrs
I swear to hashem im gonna change
before I take on your name
how long have I prayed with babe fat on my lips
I had forgotten it does not stain
ive believed in emptier shit
and im always gonna be sorry
about debbie
you were a better mother to her
than she could ever be
standing on the ruins of our bad years
of our past fears, on to bitchin pastures
in these future wastelands
you make me a better person
how disgusting!
(I mustn’t run away)
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ride the lightning, courtney Detroit, Michigan
im david.
if i run out of free downloads, just email me and ill send you the songs.
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