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1.
super humman 02:59
the art of the spectacle price for pain / for the fame /take the hits the art of the spectacle lives do it all again for this (shit) staycation at the hall of meat, big spin to faceplant onto concrete then a top rope shooting star press botch leap then watching all the marks weep I kick a kid out of his yeezus heelys choir boy now praying jesus heal me i ask the crowd do you fucking feel me i get no response nobody wanted any more of this but i'm back and i'm pissed with a bag full of grips that i got from the thrift on discount just to flip into avant garde shit for you fuckers to miss slanging discs got to make the money cause the rent exists spend it on all the pretty twinks and chicks and any other payment that i've ever missed which is fucking all of them, collect em all like solomon, banishing debt collectors, i tell them to never call again paid in turnips blood and rotten goose egg swollen from a bump to the head i caught the jpeg uberreach, color in a no d q handicap if you must, please bring your whole fucking crew the art's now the artist, kayfabe's a worked shoot what it comes down to is we're all in it for the views two rappers one mic eat that shit for the spotlight too many rappers, not enough shit watch them fight over it the art of straight eating shit
2.
drag my fucking feet because existence is a chore coping with substances hopelessness punishment for looking at the shit I can't ignore the consensus it should be effortless for me the day to day grind has been pleasureless in fact i'ts crushing me i subsist begrudgingly participation as a sentient abrasion stressed and ground into paste before i face disintegration despite my best efforts i cannot seem to scuba through a hadal zone i call home, pressure hits like it's shit life syndrome acute shit life syndrome life gets shorter in number the days protracted i watch cost of living rise as my spine becomes compated gnarled and twisted wil to live promptly extracted shown i'm worthless every day, cycle of poverty i'm trapped in with no prospects, don't know what's next, prognosis is looking grim i just watch all home for the future dim while men of means are buying countries on a fucking whim self neglect is required bullshit life i don't desire being alive is predicated on money go to work, go to sleep, live poor die early
3.
(that's that shit i don't like, and i'll never) live past the age of sixty, lungs blacked out like a chimney, from the smog, my brains fermented like kimchi and thats assuming the fucking heat don't kill me melt into a fucking muck puddle filthy till death, no choice left due to short funds tryna pay rent with some spit from the forked tongue no jobs, automated out the old ones hungry, living on the surface of the fucking sun till the winter comes then it's frigid froze off digits, corpse unborn rigid in the climate controlled bunkers there's no difference paid for by bribes from special interest an profits from the climate apartheid you can run and hide but once the air's gone youre gonna die and that's assuming we don't get you first try and sell the planet when you're under the earth
4.
suppress self for the convenience of being mute the colors till i'm just barely seeing the doldrums and grey seem to be the only way I can manage to stay upright and keep breathing dead for the convenience of being it seems everywhere a corpse they're needing round peg the hole or get squished out the mold i'd rather keep my soul but unsure i'd last the beating pushed it so far down, bottom of the deep though it resurfaced as some shit i didn't want to see eventually integrated it into me problems stemmed from shit that other people thought that i should be identity thrown in the fucking bin recidivism when i step foot in 100 radius of where my family live not even sure if the shit's determinative buy why risk it by being explicit with information Samaritans didn't solicit need to know basis, your clearance deficient if don't ask don't tell is lying by ommission then my whole life is one compuslive tic your attitudes make me feel like repulsive shit you won't listen to this so here's a fucking hint this whole song's about liking dick guts spewing out my ass put that shit on my epitath that the pressure was too great fucked to death pounded right into the grave and not in the good way the good way never happens cause i am severly lacking in self confidence because i feel like shit
5.
interlude 00:30
My friend says to me: "What rhymes with orange" I said: "No it doesn't"
6.
holier than thou straight edge hardcore motherfuckers could fuck off forever if i had my druthers self aggrandizing pay for play asshats download an ableton crack and think that they can rap band broke up time to rip off lil peep especially the part where you go the fuck to sleep forever, options are that or become the ass that won't stop inviting me to like his fucking podcast brand new friend request, hit accept immediate invitation to some shit i will detest new ep coming soon, recording of the room where you and 3 other abusers made some shitty tunes inbetween texting an 18 year old you've been grooming for 3 years couple of lines, couple of beers, tell her to promote to all of her peers who suspiciously aren't yours, one day tour to the liqour store whippin drunk in a shitty ford, house show full of bad metalcore DIY more like DIY's it so hard to not be a fucking creep in a band with two other abusers i find you were uninformed hard to belive so please don't come at me talking bullshit cause i know your own nose ain't clean done just as bad deeds as I, so please don't act like you're fucking better than me hypocritic cliques think they're slick head up their ass right niext to the stick I get that i've been a fucking idiot but don't act like you've got unscented shit accepted my place in the out group of the cool kid wind breaker boy scout troupe rather live my life and never again think about you but this small emotional response i've allowed to abscond soon its gone soon you're gone soon i'm gone forever
7.
death of despair in progress no coast no hope just cobwebs suicide slow, glacial process life as an inanimate object so i steal my time back write raps on reciept backs paid break making beats slap blank canvas paper scrap plus whatever mobile shit i'm rolling with at the time beatorator from the dungeons of 2009 is the most recent fetish that's been clawing at my mind while the funds increase i watch my free time decline so I wrote this song while i was at work clocked in so much that it fucking hurts get it how you lie, well i'm living at work get the cash, pa, & tour or get in the dirt wake up, clock in, clock out, sleep wake up, clock in , clock out, weep this shit's taking it's toll my whole day under control existence been put on hold my hours sold, i'ts getting old i'm told that's just reality reality don't mean shit to me if that's this that's the enemy the status quo entropy can get like kennedy violently made to unexist the bullet meet brain blitz though that sounds like bliss, i must admit i feel that way cause life consists of nothing but pointless toil and pained breathing doing this tryna make the music break even
8.
1444 03:23
i want to live but not like this fantasies every day of being pink mist i want to live but not like this do i end this languishing or just continue it exhile born of necessity, self imposed tho unintended intensity should i ingest the delayed nightshade recipe i don't know, i sense hesitancy desperately clawing inside of the coffin a gun with one bullet, a key i've forgotten could open the lid end the day at the office but i would face basilisks that i've begotten and some oppose, that's other owned can't tell apart, when juxtaposed i don't know, we're not close, relationship status been undisclosed cause i fear retaliation, haven't had time for assimilation of thoughts that my breathing should face cessation unsure if origin is situation requires more analysis as to why i tolerate the stimulus that leaves me feeling like life is frivolus straight pointless and full of other stupid shit sentient water balloons, deep in the SHU, spike strips line the room if we're gonna get popped, then whats the use, budd dywer, 1444 on loop
9.
FDIA 02:23
smother me underneath your pretenses helping hand hammerfist blunt force weapon knuckle scalpel incision, infection in the depression we applied salt, advice based on deception it's my fault, but i was coerced did what you wanted, and now i'm hurt your best intentions only sewed discontent i will never listen again i'm not sick like you want me to be about to burst, girth from these jagged little pills force fed, i said, i'm not fucking ill made to be, painfully, side effects could possibly kill maladaptive, still use it to cope when i know it will

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material recorded november 2019 initially as two seperate EP's but i'm putting them out together because they're starting to get brown spots on them. tracks 6 through 9 were produced using beatorator for psp and then the vocals mixed Not using beatorator lol. Tracks 1 through 5 produced like a normal person would.

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released August 17, 2020

i feel like shit samples drums courtesy of mark warm

DIY More like DIWhy's it So Hard Not To Be A Fucking Creep samples vocals from Erowid Chan

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