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TON UP KID
02:28
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His daddy’s name was red hot lover
He never knew his mother
They didn’t have any time to be wasted
Need for speed could never be tasted
Ton up, he was a ton up kid.
He had a bone to bury and another one to pick.
Ton up, he was a ton up kid.
He had a bone to bury and he never found it.
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BAD NEPTUNE
02:40
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Just another day and more bad news
I could use a habit that's good
I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy again
I dunno if it’s love or lust
I just want someone to trust.
I don’t know if Ill ever be happy again!
Back on the Road Again.
Back on the Road Again Baby.
I’m high as a kite--- and I just might…
Baby Don't Hurt Me, Don't Hurt Me Again
Now I know it was love, not lust.
And I found someone to trust
Now I know that I’ll always be happy again.
Always be happy again.
Always be happy again.
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FYMS (EXPLICIT)
01:51
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(In Greek)
Fage kai farmakose mori mori
Meta duo xeria mori mori
Na fas skata malaka mori mori
Theleis gala
(In English)
Fuck your mouth shut!
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STAND IT
03:04
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Walking down the street
Gorillaz got to eat
Given up the deets
I just cant stand it, just cant stand it
Holding on tight
Gently in the night
Standing up right, just cant stand it
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DREAM CUM
05:28
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Dream, Dream Cum, Dream Come True, for you.
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BLACK HEART CRUSADER
03:16
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Black Heart Crusader
Be my invader
Black Heart Crusader
Be my invader
Blood Heart Protector
Veins Spill and Splatter
Blinded by Black Matter
Sounds of Skulls that Shatter
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FULL OF LIGHT
02:20
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There's a place waiting for me with no pain full of light, where my family is happy
And no one has to fight
i'm holding on
I'm holding on
and when I run
out of strength
there's no place left
for me to rest
I'll move on
I'll move on
in the morning when I'm taken I'll never want to be alone again
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I don't give a fuck about what you all think spend my life trying to fix everything around me what you see is
what you get I played my hand and placed my bets I just want to leave but where are you going to go to go to but where are you going to go to go to
I can't see it yet it's just out of reach can you feel it there sucking like a leech it's wrapped around my neck and I can't breathe I can't see it yet and I just want to leave
Just let me leave
Girls eating fruit they look so cute hysterical fits thrown for a loop guns to shoot so shine my boots your point is moot jump through my hoop
Bitches breaking noses and ghosts of trees i provide for my family by rolling threes
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WEAR YOUR SUNBLOCK
01:37
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Coup de tat
Coup de grace
Red panther party ra ra ra
Wear your sunblock
Im not ashamed
Our day will come
Psychic violence
overcome
people go
Defenestrate
Smash the window
Wear your sunblock
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Frustration and rage
Enveloping me
Salt in a wound and burning trees
She'll breed you'll die
Bugs hatch inside your eyes
War zone surgeries
Drowning inside your arteries
Meat caked in dust and filth
Traveling the maze of time
Doomed for cosmic sins
Hidden in your deepest memories
Feed me your pussy i want to smell you in my beard, retracing the same steps of my ancestors while your pheromones keep me fucked up for the next several lifetimes
Ripping pages from the book of love to start a fire in a library
Pray for the writhing souls trapped inside the burn ward you don't know what pain is
A warning to keep God close to your heart, you dont want to run far when you need him
Resolve the collective hallucinations we've run out of bit coins but we're willing to trade titties for firewood
Portals and loading screens
Kill a cat for an arch fiend and argue with your obese colleagues sit indian style beads of sweat well up in your eyelids zero level cantrips dick sucking krampus bloody mary candyman milk lemonade fudge and creme bloody underwear shit stained shark week the strongest weed give me a break im up shits creek and ive had a long week id like some spicy chicken wings and macaroni habanero cheese and feed me more pussy please my stupid dna still has a craving a world inherited by the meek cowardice is a trait that keeps itself alive while the brave idiotically die but thanks anyway i keep my stolen valor in a meat locker right next to my good intentions i came to start shit because i like to cut tension i heard theres a rocker pension so im putting out but i wont pay attention
Would you please sign my book of revelation? I found a first edition at the seraphim convention i have nightmares about killing someone i can no longer ignore, make sure you smear lambs blood on your door this angel was made for murdering scores of innocent children your ugly mother is the linch pin, keep your legs closed and it will be all over but life is strong so we lie and say we like it. Every moment i live feels like im being raped and im not even a slave im just in pain people pay good money to get beaten with canes life is strange thinking too hard causes eye strain i made great friends with my migraine my job is to drive tour buses over endangered cranes no more mr nice guy you're no less longer welcome to stay at my house
Suicide Pact
Crucible voyage to Mars, Suicycle built for two.
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FYMS (RADIO EDIT)
01:53
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Fage kai farmakose mori mori
Meta duo xeria mori mori
Na fas skata malaka mori mori
Theleis gala
Fudge your mouth shut!
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White Mystery Chicago, Illinois
White Mystery is the ferocious rock’n’roll sibling duo of Miss Alex White and Francis Scott Key White from Chicago. www.whitemysteryband.com
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