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Muff Butt
03:54
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Muffbutt
I guess there’s nothing left to say
I picked up the pen and threw the gun away
I think you liked me better when I was a killer
and these fake idols that get in my way
the underground poet they got something to say
I won’t bother because you know that i could just kill them
And as the tears congeal like acid rain
You snake skin won’t feel the pain
Muffbutt, come and get it
Got the product son don’t you forget it
Muffbutt, no regretting
Put it out of your mind and just forget it
I always thought you would make a master piece
I just assumed your something ran so deep
Never thought it would be a collection of filler
So my contempt it grows each day
It fills the void of what you took away
Because you pull your trinkets out of the gutter
And as the tears congeal like acid rain
You snake skin won’t feel the pain
And as the tears congeal like acid rain
The scars may heal but the stain remains
Muffbutt, come and get it
Got the product son don’t you forget it
Hands up, got to shake it
Just wiggle in the shoe if its fitting
Form of, Armageddon
It’s the coming sound of heavy petting
Muffbutt, no regretting
Put it out of your mind and just forget it
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L.F.O.S
03:35
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LFOS
Carbina’s disinterest had no intent,
Said that black eye was just an accident,
Yes I know how you feeling.
Make your eyes then look to me,
behind the rows no-one can see
Accept it all these years so tough
Bright spots getting those braces off.
We’re just coming around to what you have to say
Now you don’t have to keep it so cool, yes I smell the emotion,
It’s not so distant to the laughing fool, your moist in devotion.
Make your eyes then look to me,
behind the rows no-one can see
Accept it all these years so tough
Bright spots getting those braces off.
We’re just coming to dig on what you say
We’re over getting hooked on being barely saved,
We’re tired of being pushed behind the barricade.
Sabina was queen of the establishment, clear in that exposure
They all wanted a piece and so the rule was bent, lose that composure
A hem that’s riding up a thigh
A careless hand no need to try,
That carpet on your knee’s so rough
Control it with your trainers off
We’re just coming around to what you have to say
We’re over getting hooked on being barely saved,
We’re tired of being pushed behind the barricade.
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The Fuck People
03:58
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The Fuck People
We the people like that boom that goes on the bass
We the people got drums in rhythm to keep our place
You know we love it, when the guitars go wild
But we don’t like cuzimano going drop the dime
You got lots of love and yeah that’s fine
But we don’t like cuzimano going and drop the dime
We the people who always want a taste
We the people pushing all up your face
The fuck people they like to go wild
But we don’t like cuzimano going drop the dime
You got lots of love and yeah that’s fine
But we don’t like cuzimano going and drop the dime
We the people don’t have nobody get in the way
We the people we always have our say
We the people we like to go wild
But we don’t like cuzimano going drop the dime
You got lots of love and yeah that’s fine
But we don’t like cuzimano going and drop the dime
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Bombay Divers New York, New York
In between special ops assignments, the Bombay Divers spend their time programming drums and baking cookies. Leader Noodles Nez runs a tight ship, crafting guitar driven rock songs with a heavy dance beat. Kristen Backside throws in a riff here and there, trying not to fall down on stage as Russ Hell anchors the rock with his gigantic bass. The lovely lady Sylvia controls our imaginary drummer. ... more
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