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lyrics
I got your epidermis on all fours. Recruitin’ troops who spent their service in false wars. Lookin’ for some virgins to call whores. If you ain't fightin’ or fuckin’, what’s it worth havin’ balls for? I’ll rattle some rancid words I saw on a stall door in a rest stop for a guest spot and spit it like God’s lore and outdo every verse on the whole album and get the release indefinitely postponed. Come on, can you really call it porn if it’s soft core? Sprawled on the floor of a luxury suite in the Waldorf Astoria with a long sword and a dead office worker I used to call my lawyer. We both went too horse, but I ain’t drawn and quartered. How I am gonna appear in court represented by a pile of organs? We’re all docile or borderline obsessive compulsive and on meds so, therefore, docile, constipated, nauseous and suicidal but calm. You're a caged animal with a floppy dorsal or a snake handler who gets paid in the antidote for the poison your palms are absorbing. My ancestors paid bad men good money to have Jesus’ apostles tortured and eventually found it profitable to have their gospels printed and taught by sorcerers, while this modern demonic shaman’s corpse is worth more than the top resources from four continents or more. I guess that’s what I get for never following orders.
I don’t read books, I read people. (You illiterate fuck!) Only crooks feel regal in a cop-state, prostate prodding, intruding fecal matters, cavity ravaging. No ass assumed equal. Rookie in the peephole, sleep in the lids. Looking at me there's teeth in my shit. What's it to you what I keep in my fridge? That ain't a problem all this bleach couldn't fix. (You're sleepwalking, Trip!) I make my own porn, enslave my own spawn, I fake my own orgasms. I create my own wars, I trained my own army, I am my own fascist. All women and karma kids to the panic room. You want the full Filthbeast? Couldn't handle him. You bumpin' Raw Dog? Take your time. Tripanation could save your life. Pain tastes nice for a change. I don't like to play safe. I microwave chainmaille. Name sake drivin' the snakes. I'll be high at my wake dining on hang nails. I write my own hate mail, alive in the flesh of my victimized rivals. Exist in morality's grey scale. Space-bound ape, fidgeting with dials. My veins pump piss and shit and wild bull cum. Who let the hell hound loose in the Doldrums? This old man he made me play grown up. He played knick knack on my scrotum. It takes a villain to hide the truth’s loopholes, and a chisel to lie on your tombstone. So, take your vitamins try to be beautiful you got the Filthbeast inside of you too, though.
Get retarded. Slip this arsenic bar in your jar and sip. Chew the ice, eat the garnish, lick the glass, sniff the stardust, embark on a trip. I park my ship in the harbor of Styx and drown in my image. I'm a narcissist. I smoke partial spliffs and get hardly lit and lock all my windows and have violent fits. (My life is mad hard!) Not as hard as my dick. Buy your boner from your pharmacist. When I made my monster, I created an impostor and the eighth undocumented cardinal sin. Bleed for us or you ain't part of this you wanna start some shit? I'm gonna starve your infant. Die young come back and haunt its crib.
we are the karma kids
credits
from Comedy of the Filthbeast,
released June 27, 2017
Produced by Headtrip
Additional Instrumentation by Mason Cormie
We teamed up with our NYC homies Backwoodz Studioz, Reservoir Sound, Uncommon and Smoker's Cough to bring you the dopest of NYC's underground on the same album. WATKK
a blend of lyric majesty ontop of a cachophony of sounds that stir my soul's intent into question?im serious .love love love this melodic poet. cafriner
this album has the "IT" factor . there is nothing too unconventional here , and you here a lot of traditional classic hip hop beats here but with a spacey sci fi twist . these two styles mesh perfectly and some of there punchlines are hilarious . these dudes don't take themselves too serious and they have fun making hip hop and the final product is cohesive and feels natural and not forced . these two made a timeless project . some major wutang influences in the production , check it out ! addicted-2-booombap
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