1. |
The Fool
02:45
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2. |
Story Time!
02:39
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- Coming from another world, coming from another place,
- What is sure about yourself is that you’ll leave without a trace,
- Comin’ like an hurricane, comin’ like a fucking crane,
- 6.5, soon, s’gonna rip this whole, fucking game,
- Storytime for a dime: get your cash out, hip hop scavenger: with a
cold mouth,
- Ain’t build on ad-libs, that I constantly, shout, Hey,
- Had to grind for this view: shoutout Lucy, got my flak on fleek: shoutout to me,
- Nak Nak on that beat, and, surely not a G, Hey,
- Oh , lemme catch my breath,
- Oh, my shit got the smell of death,
- Oh, I come in many shapes and sizes
- What you want to see, boi a sexy chick or a zombie rise?
- Wait, who’s that figure in the night, man?
- No one, just yer friendly neighborhood fairy, man
- Yeah, step aside or go to hell
- I’m the misfit in the night, dumpster divin’ taco bell
- Fuck, with my forest, and its gonna be a bloodbath,
- Fuck a baseball bat, ima do this shit, with a hat,
- ‘’holy craps! He talks back!’’ but that’s just the beginning
- Of the ankward tale…. Of my being,
- Cat scratch on your back, as you run away from my hood,
- Shapeshifter the dude, and he’s gonna smoke yer backwood,
- Got one goal in mind, and the rest, is, mystery
- But on top of that… I’m hungry.
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3. |
Northside Forest Run
03:33
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Verse 1
- You know its lil’ Chame and I look like Alan Smithee,
- Yes I can rap, and, no I’m not, Rodney,
- Yes I ball like Dangerfield, everybody knows that
- 6, got them hands, but, nobody, knows that
- Its everyday bro, its everyday bro,
- Its everyday I see your kind, hijacking my damn show,
- I’m the one who tricks, here, stay in your, lanes,
- Stay in your games, don’t get insane,
- Even Knievel can never get my level of illin’
- I’m flying dwelling like the illest villain you’s a garbage bin,
- Buster Keaton, Gaston Lagaffe: these are my idols,
- With those puppy eyes, and pranks, you’s a Nazbol,
- Wannabe Pranksters: never met the trickster,
- Privliege, holders: need to taste the sewers,
- Weak punchline, in the hood: bigspin!
- Lil C oui hater soon, like I’ve said before, you’ll be running in the wind
Verse 2
- Tabarnak de flow d’marde, attitude de cannibal,
- Moé, pis mon stylo bic on t’spray, comme d’la marmelade,
- Oh shit malade un rappeur qui parle mal : ça s’pas normal,
- Bring up l’hôpital, pis j’te garoche ma grosse sandale,
- Hey, Aderall : dose maximum,
- Décibel : flow d’frippon dégomme,
- C’te toune là, ct’une perte, de temps, mais j’men criss,
- Amusement, à foutre, le trouble : vieux ti-criss,
- Y’a trop d’cave dans l’game, j’pense que j’menva faire mon Centour,
- Ça parrais mon grand, que t’avais skipper tes gros cours,
- Toé t’un criss de vautour, toute tes tounes j’ai fait l’tour
- Du pot, dans l’fond, tes pranks, pour dl’humour, c’est des
- Simili, quand j’ai écouté ta joke des noirs dans l’hood, boi
- J’les pas ri, Yvons roule dans sa tombe pis y s’met a crier
- Saint Osti, Osstidcho -3000 quand j’écoute ton show
- Maudit!, mais quand j’écoute Lil Pierl rapper, man… C oui!
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4. |
/x/pires ft. Patty P
02:52
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Verse 1
- Ayo, its Patty P, the Quasimoto ripoff,
- Got the style and flow, like an apostrophe,
- Yeah, /x/ is a shithole
- But there’s one thing that send me ‘’holy frijhole!’’
- I think they’re called larpers, oh sorry, ‘’vampires’’
- They make phoney threads saying ‘’fresh meat for hire’’
- Low budget like Forever Knight
- Reality is like, out of sight!
- I hit em up, with the Patty P gat,
- Raa-tatata (machine gun sounds), where the teeth at?
- Nowhere, cuz I pulled em out,
- With my fucking hands, cuz they’re chocking out
- On reality, its like their life is a movie,
- Produced by the only one Kabasinski
- Heard they throw a party at midnight, damn
- Patty’s gonna run tonight
Verse 2
- Arrived at the two-story castle with the groucho,
- When in, (woosh sound), the cringe was like, mucho
- Goth girls, larpers, sorcerers, name it!
- But the leader of the bunch was A Misfit
- The damn fool was stuck in the past,
- Kinda like The Visitors: boy’s an outcast,
- Man’s a Lost Boy, wannabe, playboy,
- Hot toy? Niet Foy, with a powerglide he said:
- ‘’is this your first time here?’’ I said
- ‘’yeah, could you give me a tour, dear?’’ ‘’we’ve got
- A-B plus A-C, D-C comics, shit, even apple pies and Pepsis’’
- (car crash sound) Dale Earnhardt on that pie,
- But like a spy, he grabbed my thight, now its like
- ‘’Blah Blah Blah, my name’s Barnabas’’
- ‘’Ha ha ha, my name’s Richard Blass!’’
- Grabbed him by his poet shirt, made his crew backflip,
- Patty P’s mad, shit, now they’re doin’ bad trips,
- Yeah, they underestimated a Platypus,
- S-Town Underdog, Patty P: I’m Venomous
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5. |
Encounter With The 6
04:01
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Chorus
- Satanic cross, getting crossed over,
- Back the fuck up, with your Evola,
- With your /x/ shit, boi, you ain’t sick,
- Y’ain’t scaring shit, with your triple-6
- 6, 6, Encounter with the 6! (x4)
Verse 1
- ‘’Issa bird, issa plane’’ no its 6 da Stray Cat!
- Coming third, ‘gainst the grain, with the Patty P Gat,
- Shot the bulls eyes, crossed eyed, fuck the occult, I’m
- Pissing on your pentagram, fuck your lightning bolt,
- Spit on Lucy’s face, Lilith ain’t that lit,
- Feminist Icon, ain’t sure of that shit,
- ‘’love, sex, money’’: wishes of the phoney
- Egoistic scum is what you seems to want to be
- Fuck your red pill, fuck your sigils, slack on the hack & the slash and the ‘’shill’’
- Metronome flow with a 5-9 feel, when you see my snoot you get a chill,
- Crooks, in the books, but, gone in the streets,
- Larping-ass shooks, always acting off-beat
- Millions are dying, yet you decide to beat your meat,
- If you bring your fucking books, ima bring my fucking seat,
- Show me your spells, show me truth, but you cannot do, that,
- Can’t be repeated, can’t be shown, now, hand over the rat,
Pre-chorus
- Wack-ass morality
- Wack ass rules
- Fuck your supremacy
- Fuck your jewels
(Chorus)
Verse 2
- If the L.K.S. is real, THEN, WHO WAS PHONE?
- Maybe a Succubus, or, maybe just a phoney
- Creep, with a taste, for, larping everyday,
- Crowley or LaVey: I ain’t gonna go their way,
- No, hoots given ‘bout your goddamn spell,
- No, hoots given ‘bout, what you sell,
- No, hoots, given if, you curse me, boi
- 6.5 The Chairman, crushing down mysticity,
- Yeah, you say there’s more that that,
- Tums festival, when I taste, some of ‘’that’’,
- Yeah, you ain’t everywhere,
- I smack yer theories, like a goddamn, snare,
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
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6. |
EVP
02:12
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Verse 1
- ‘’Pareidolia’’, what the fuck is that? Is this some pasta
- Cooked with the wrong spice, I’m the Geist, call me poltergeist,
- Casper’s in the building: hide your kids & wife,
- Get yer shit together man, I ain’t your dead wife,
- Lil’ girl, scary man, always the, same shit,
- Eyes wide shut, bellies doesn’t have, li-mits
- Like, Scooby-doo and Shaggy getting munchies,
- Ordering some cheezburgers: extra-cheese, yeah I
- Punch a ghost, bust a roast, coast to coast and make a toast,
- Call me Yung Marx, issa dialectic holocaust
- Won’t, read your bricks, cuz I know you spitting fiction,
- Crushing friction, yeah you gonna need some lo-tion
Verse 2
- 6 be dropping eloquence on all this fucking pseudo-science
- In an instance, like a trance, yeah, you just got no chance,
- To compete with reality, fuck Descartes and his look on me,
- My, fist, is, real, fuck with me you’ll get, killed
- Like the phoney hackfraud psychic mediums tryna get, the
- Pocket by force with the fucking pathos on deck, no bet,
- Hey! Syncretic bullshit’s gonna get harp-ooned
- I’ve choked on it earlier but now I’ve learned from the flesh, wound
- Purgatory must, be, a pretty big place, how-do-you expl-
- -ain the fact that no ghost should be here in the first, place,
- Don’t ignore that, no, don’t even fall back, no,
- Move on, be strong, that’s just how life, goes
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7. |
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Verse 1
- Patty P is back, man, watch yourself act,
- You don’t wanna get, bruises, and a head strapped
- Up, with your fucking mouth missing, yer girl
- Missing, I’m just playing, but as you know, I’m
- Still digging crates, call me Rich Evans,
- Samples by the dozen, beeper’s fucking buzzin, they
- Say they want a piece, but they don’t know how to rap, or
- Act, shit, they talk crap by how much they touch racks,
- But we all know that shit is fake, like the rake
- I rake the lawn, while you pat-a-cake, gimme a break
- Man, you hop on free type beat, buying your own damn
- Feats, y’ain’t got big feet son, oh
- Yeah! I’ll take a damn Hawaiian pizza,
- Bigger than Gamera, thicker than a Sun-Ra
- Chop, shit, maka chop-it, ‘for you deliver it,
- I don’t wanna fight, with no crust, consider-it
Verse 2
- Where’s, the damn, pineapple, boy
- I’m going Gordon Ramsey, on yer fucking ass, boy
- Yeah, I don’t care, I won’t miss,
- Incompetent fools who can’t follow list
- Why are there some nuts and bolts? I ain’t no Bender
- This ain’t no fender bender, fuck a banter: you in danger,
- Where’s the damn tomato sauce the main shit’s missing,
- The whole earth’s missing, The Bass track’s missing,
- I think I heard the pepperoni talking, what the fuck
- Incompetently, and its cappin’, oh yuck
- Brain’s on the roof, from the mouth to the boof, I say
- Oof, broken router’s route, with no doubt he sound like groot
- Yeah, I’ve cracked open a cold one, hope this is a joke son- (get interrupted)
- Oh so I’ve got the wrong shit?
- Okay, so that explain the ‘’fuck you’’ written on it.
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8. |
Newsflash
01:33
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9. |
Fuck Ton Pak
04:11
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Verse 1
- Smoked out, furred out, j’tun gorille dans l’fucking coupe,
- T’va t’manger des fucking coups, ta shit tiens même pas, d’bout,
- Y’en a pas d’invasion, décaliss d’mon perron,
- Peur de l’inconnu, faque sa sort un Mégatron, why you
- Throw a fit, when you get hit, by antifas and such?
- Don’t get mad, when your actions cause oversteps of clutch,
- You call this ‘’freedom of speech’’, I call this, ‘’freedom of hate’’,
- When confronted by your peers, you tell them to eat, whats in their plate
- Oh shit! I’ve just said too much about your damn clan
- Too much information man I’m gonna go, in-sane,
- 3%, that’s a lot! Must be the muslamic law,
- Laic state, crucifix, irony to break your jaw
Pre-chorus 1
- Killa Klan (on deck), Stal hand on deck)
- Diamat (on deck), tanks and cats (on deck)
- Clan 5 (fuck you), faf sur l’absinthe (fuck you)
- Matante facts (fuck you), osti d’réac (fuck you)
Chorus
- Got that silver cap, in my left hand
- And a sawed-off, in the other
- Foaming mouth about, your damn homeland
- Now its time to Meet Yo Fucking Maker
- Fuck ton Pak, Fuck ton Pak, la jeunesse à pas ton back, Fuck ton Pak (x2)
Verse 2
- Ok ok ok, mon gars j’ai une question
- Sur tes, sur tes, sur tes, sur tes solutions
- Sont tu, sont tu, sont tu, based on facts, ou,
- Sont tu, sont tu, sont tu, bin wack?
- I’m smoking herbs in Sherb screaming loud and clear ‘’fuck your Herd’’
- You’ve never heard of the one they call 6 The Black Firebird
- Blazing down the likes of you, like a flame, throwah
- The Paper tigah, burn like, nevah
- Yeah, on est loin des idées-mères des patriotes,
- Yeah, sa parrais qu’mononc est jamais sorti d’sa grotte
- Obscurantisme, on ignore les risques, on s’lance les yeux
- Bandés dans le ségrégationnisme,
- S’partir une compagnie, avec ton mouvement! (my ways are strange!)
- Acheter des cossins, sans savoir où va l’argent! (my ways are strange!)
- Bootlické les cops, tout en étant contre l’état! (my ways are strange!)
- Prière dans l’Zoo d’Granby; en faire tout un plat! (my ways are strange!)
(Chorus)
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10. |
StuPid666
03:03
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- Stupid nickname, stupidly hand-made
- Wack-ass, trickster in this game, need, coldgate
- Check the synopsis, you aint fighting ISIS
- You treat immigration like a pack of Solenopsis
- Swolen thesis, fake crisis,
- Listening to you is like taking a piss, big
- Mouth, big thoughts, big brain, big do
- ‘’I’m rubber, you’re glue!’’
- You ain’t this and that, ‘’BUT…’’
- I ain’t a teacher but: Keep your mouth shut!
- Tinfoil hat, boi, take it off,
- Demagogue, boi, its enough!
- Traduction en français, ‘’s’il vous plait!’’
- Man en gros, t’es une plaie
- T’errsemble à Mathieu, mais en moin puriste,
- J’ai brûlé ton Clan, fuck les populistes!
- Criss! On s’en caliss! Yer temps qu’tu décaliss
- C’est sûr mon grand qu’on signera pas l’armistice
- Le 6 s’envient, pis la marde va pogner
- Yes toé, toé, pis ta gang de crotté, j’ai
- Quelque chose de dur à dire, t’es pire que Lars ‘’sa tire’’
- Enlève le Studio pis Dio de ton nom man expire
- Amir Khadir y’a rien qu’à dire un mot : tu swing ta lyre
- Osti d’sbire, toé t’a besoin d’un mire
(rambling de conspi)
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11. |
Drunken Wise Man
02:44
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Verse 1
- Bud, liquor, jerky: everything nice for a trickster like me,
- C la sesh in my damn county, 4 letters spelled ‘’C OUI’’, fuck a
- Mimosa, fancy shit don’t fit my bra, catch me with the
- Workers playin’ it dumb, like I’m fucking Fangora, woah!
- 6.5 is fucking high, and he’s fucking drunk
- Don’t know if I wanna die, or end up like a skunk
- Boi it’s the 6 to the point to the 5, you know I bust back like a 45
- Magnum when the pain Is hard, drink up cuz I am the bard
Verse 2
- Damn, I’m fucking Haddock, but I ain’t a fucking addict:
- Fanatic product of this chronic tic they call alcoholic
- Or ‘’ism’’, I don’t know, too drunk to be perfecto
- De Facto I’m defective when it comes to deflect, your-
- Criticism, eat the bullet like a Joe Louis
- Oh oui, C oui, j’mange Chez Louis, comme un criss de gros cave d’Abitibi,
- Non sens rappé, aucun sens parlé, j’pense que chu
- Bin trop gelé, m’enva faire un somme, ‘’peace out!’’
Verse 3
- Why, we gotta live this way, why you hate the homeless, boy you boneless
- No backspine, fuck a chorus, you say you in the hood, but you’re up like Horus
- Hatching rich kid, act-a-sinus, like a circus, hocus pocus, your
- White T’s are stainless but the best of you is careless, le
- Coeur gros, la tête base, personne n’écoute
- L’amour est donné, mais se perd en route, la
- Morphine d’la patate ne tue pas le sage, la
- Parole de l’être, ne brûle pas la page!
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12. |
Close-It Skeleton
03:07
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Verse 1
- Osti d’criss de fif, j’ai entendu ça, toute ma vie, caliss
- D’ironie, tigre en papier sans ta gang, G, fuck un east-
- Wood, j’veux un mo’fucking Universe, ima human
- Being, fonder en larme c’est pas un fucking curse. So
- What, on s’en criss, y’a pas d’moule, uniforme
- Stonewall, brique dans face, j’pas l’seul à briser les normes
- Tu bump du thugger, Lil Peep, Lil Nas X pis du fucking Judas Priest, Jte
- Roule dessus avec le char à Numan comme une beast, osti
- D’hypocrite, Yung Gerry Cheevers, mes cicatrices j’ai porte
- Fièrement, tu l’sais qu’ct’impossible dm’éffiloché en petit
- Filament, finalement, vous êtes plus très grand, gang de
- Macho man misogyne qui s’fâche si chu différent,
- Yeah! Sa une blonde mais sa rien d’autre sa table!
- Cicatriser la plaie mais s’en est incapable!
- Sa s’criss sa graine à l’air, sa
- D’lair, que d’varger sur toute c’est toute c’qu’un homme sais faire!
Verse 2
- J’sais plus où j’suis,
- J’mennuie de ta main, aide moé à marcher
- Aide-moi à, te, reconnaitre
- J’sais plus qui j’suis
- J’ai perdu mon nom, pis ma dignité
- Aide-moé donc, à, m’reconnaitre
- Attend moé, attend moé, attend moé j’menviens
- Attend moé, attend moé
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13. |
Water Sport
02:51
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Verse 1
- Necks pretty loose, hanging by the noose, oose shoes,
- Didn’t had to choose, born with bruises, with a spice of goose-
- Bumps, I feel numb, when I’m swallowing I’m calm-ly,
- Crumbling down the bathtub, cry for me you’re fucking dumb
- Yuh, I’m seasick on the flow,
- Never seen a sicker 6, spit h2o, ima
- Fucking prole, spitting on the fucking foes, and I know we
- Aint, bros I’m aware of the fadango
- Yeah I’m just an employee but we all know that talk is cheap,
- What’s the most effective: Fire ants or pack of sheeps?
- I’m bringing back the basics, I’m bringing back the faces
- I’m bringing back the old, memories, its abrasive
Chorus
- If I could fill my heart with tears, you wouldn’t hear me cry all night
- Inhale, exhale my fears, I’m alright (x2)
Verse 2
- Take my hand, let’s dance, while the whole, world, burn,
- In the end, like you keep sayin’ ‘’our earth still turn’’
- When the earth stood still, your ass kept, cheesin
- Don’t make, any reasons, you’re breezin, cuz, you’re
- Slitherin’, like a fucking sliver sliver spoon fed,
- Turn 3, ‘’Hellfire Mongrel’’, counterspell your led,
- Boy its laid, down, to the ground, like your system
- We the victims, when we’ll rise: Cataclysm
- Like the fucking living dead, front door to the fucking bed
- This is for the lifes you dared to ruin and left the fucking head
- Yeah, said in the past, but still goin’
- Now its time to flip the page and see what’s going on.
(chorus)
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14. |
Gloups Gloups
01:42
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15. |
Paguroidea
03:24
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The Shell
- ‘’Just the two of us’’, when I see my own reflexion
- ‘’What’s the point of us?’’, when I see myself in action
- False dichotomy, what’s the point of me, what is just,
- Me myself and he, who’s the real G? man its just,
- Me against the world, me against a girl
- Me against a bunch of roadblock, making head twirl
- It’s a lonely road, and the ground is getting fucking cold,
- Tip toeing on an icy boar, got me loose bolts
- Running ‘round the plain, ima plain jane, all pain
- No gain, car, keys, drooling down the drain, man
- I don’t think its fair, that a trickster get his head crushed
- I just need a helping hand, hold me like a damn plush
- Is my tale done, or, am I still, writing it?
- Riding it, what is to be done, Mr. doin’ it?
- What’s a story without a listener, that’s a bunch of shit
- Wig split, neck spin, class ditchin’ helluvit
Chorus
- Paguroidea (x4)
The Flesh
- I stay motionless, to the absence of an afterlife
- Y’ain’t gon’ move the nest, strifes ain’t worth an Half-life
- I’m my own god, recycler of my own matter, that doesn’t
- Matter, I’m the fucking trickster, fuck all those goofers
- Ain’t no vanguard of revolution I ain’t a one man gang,
- Tryna maintain a crystal state of mind and that just mean a thang:
- Fuck a mumbo jumbo I’ll stay humble ‘till I fucking stumble
- Double Down you’ll never get from me I only produce Umbel
- Stop! Wait, you know who you’re messing with:
- Yung, Shantae, reborn from the script
- The mask is just a front, my hands are in a snit, and these
- Hips are made for shaking shit you can’t equip or handle it
- Fuck a mist, leap of faith don’t scare the 6, jump like captain
- Harlock into battle I ain’t scared of bricks, you can call me
- 6.5, you can call me piece of shit, I’ve already
- Made my mind, I won’t follow hypocrites, end of it.
(Chorus)
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16. |
The Trial
05:37
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Verse 1
- Comin’ real hard, like a motherfuckin savior,
- Raised right hand, yeah, call me Pantocrator,
- Middle finger up, to the right, fuck your diety,
- If you wanna fight, bring your toys, you’ll be scared of me,
- I don’t care, ‘cuz you don’t care, y’ain’t self critical,
- Respect’s mutual, when you love it’s just superficial ,
- Blast, from the past, when you talk, you don’t float,
- When it comes, to the masses: you’re a rock, ima boat,
- Mary ‘’run the guns’’? Ha! That’s a fucking joke,
- Tell that to the females that you ostracised, fucking bloke,
- Brave women take leads, bomb shit, bust a crit,
- They don’t stand still, man, they don’t even submit,
- Richard Williamson, when I see him I’m gon’ shoot,
- Ain’t no place for anti-Semite putrified fruit,
- Jesus was a Jew, yeah, watcha gonna do? I got
- Twenty thousand eyes, and they looking at, you
Pre-chorus
- Put your hands, on my head, feel the pain, the living dead
- Count to 3, trinity, throw me like a hand grenade
- Try me, trial me, trigger Lucifer in me but
- I wont, I wont,
Chorus
- Trial by the blind, we will multiply
- Burned at the stakes, I will not die
- The bigger the chains, the harder they drop,
- When you, when you, (x2)
Verse 2
- Back off the tomb, back off the womb, I don’t give a
- Fuck you, a goon, boi we, can duel, 1v1 on
- 2fort, I ain’t with the ‘’too short’’, catch me bumping
- Slipknot while I punch you with a burning heart,
- Satanist claims, I don’t take, them, seriously,
- Call, me insane, but at least I’m not afraid to be
- Shun down, beaten down, treated like your prophet,
- Wasn’t born this way, but I crash in like a comet,
- I’ve got long hair and wear dark clothes,
- Got more mean stares than a cutthroat
- I’ve got them sharp teeths, for these egoists,
- I’m a socialist, if hell’s with me: a communits
- Deep, in the flesh, from the skin, to the jugular,
- Throw, what you want, I won’t care, it’s molecular,
- Yung, Iron Rod, you can call me 6.5, and I’ll
- Believe in god, when, 1 and 1 are 5
(pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
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17. |
The Magician
01:43
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18. |
Yellow Sneakerz
02:06
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Severance: Season 1 (Apple TV+ Original Series Soundtrack)
by Theodore Shapiro
Your outie will thrill to the spine-tingling soundtrack from the breakout TV show. Please try to enjoy each track equally.
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