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In America we put the guns on
With the Kevlar woven body armor
With a gunshot, we say “howdy neighbor”
It’s the way we say hello in this motherfucker
In America we put the boots down
Raised arms we’re ready for the chokehold
In America we are illiterate
Raise flags up ready for the drones
In America we love an idiot
We love the hard way, we love a honeytrap
Take a big fat hit of this pipe dream
Praise to the 9-to-5er choking on a bootstrap
In America we go Chapter Eleven
on the credit with the Ponzi Scheme
We love a grift in the gerrymander district
Honey it’s a brand new American Dream
The Worst Is Yet to Come
In America we love a trauma vest
On the kids at the Sunday school
Pray to Jesus, he’s our SLAYVIOR
Drop a dollar for the Golden Rule
In America we love a beatdown
For a minority, a “deviant,” a “snowflake”
In America it’s a lifestyle
It’s a quick buck, it’s a piss take
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Drugs feat. Plasmic
03:47
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OK all you cowgirls
Look in the glove box
Look in the catalog
Book a travelogue
All you hoe bags
Look in your go bags
Look in the alley down in Mexico
Self medicated
It’s a vibe
I’m a little bird with my mouth open wide
I am a vessel
Body and blood
I am the jury and the judge
Let me have my drugs
Give me all the drugs
Let me have your drugs
Give me all the drugs
Let me have the drugs
Give me all my drugs
Give me all your drugs
Give me all my drugs
Drugs
It’s the morning after, that I am after
Check my bags, see who holding, who got gear?
Want the biz? Watch the line at the pharmacia
They got a lolly made of Fentanyl
Performance enhanced is how we ride
With my circular friends I’m dead inside
Copping extinction via prescription
An old hustle as I shoot into a muscle
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Cowards
03:17
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“The Earth is defiled under the inhabitants thereof” -Isaiah 24:5
No one listening
This is the end
Do me a favor
Stop trying to pretend
All the water is burning
Not a cloud in the sky
The air is heavy with napalm
Today’s a good day to die
Oblivious
Zombies
Fuckers
Vermin
No one to forgive
Mindset is death
Sold chance to evil
Bought final breath
T. Rex in heels
Bullets our last meal
No rapture, no reward
DNA set to die
No hole to dig yourself out of
Our mission’s complete
Last man standing is overrated
Fuckface
Cowards
Die
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No excuse for the last one out
Grasp at broken branches all the way down
I've fallen but I will get up
He thinks it's bad, but it's about to get rough
The chip on your shoulder has become a disease
I've become a disease
This is your life in the Gunshine
Bullets and fire are my first resort
Blaze of glory is my final retort
Stand and perish if you wanna debate
Words are empty when your actions spell hate
I thought I'd die at better hands than these
The song remains the same
Set the caliber and grain
Bullets and fire are my first resort
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“Believe in nonsense, live in fear.” -Asimov
Said goodbye to a savior
Said hello to more dope
Always felt like a failure
You always seemed to agree
Hung myself out a window
Put a gun to my head
Never had a good feeling
Was like a dog never fed
Slow stream from a razor
Hope has gone away
Memory eraser
Bad times are here to stay
Join the party of victims
Start the game, who’s to blame?
What’s your major malfunction?
All excuses the same
It’s a final correction
To stop a spiraling plane
It’s a non-stop addiction
It’s the mouth of a vein
Never had the courage
Never felt too sane
Consciousness my burden
Bad times are here to stay
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Shade feat. Tyler C
04:57
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My madness pales the inferno
My hands are twelve feet long
I wrote a book on how to kill angels
Choke my heroes, ones and zeroes
Tour of duty for a fallen angel
I only wish you were a stranger
Exemplary in every action
Quicksand, sinking in a promise
I wrote the book on how to kill angels
Raw data, mass illusion
Stand by a rare concurrence
Another work out for the automaton
The chip talking, shit walking
Sharing needles, banging drums
Instructions to kill
Propaganda handed down
Instructions to kill
Allegory a viral warning
Inside me
Inside me
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Sick Jokes Los Angeles, California
The global electro-pop-metal collective SICK JOKES are DETROIT natives and veterans of the Nineties-Naughties scene there. Sean, Bobby and Michael now reside in AUSTIN, DETROIT and NORMANDY, respectively. Everything may be f**ked, but karma doesn’t care as long as you sheik yerbouti. The worst is yet to come. 𖤐𖤐𖤐 ... more
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