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ANNABALLONEY
03:23
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All my friends are dead to me.
In this forum of trolls all I’ve got are enemies with benefits, vacuous souls, ticklish butt-holes and ego’s like elephants.
Your sincerity is worthless to me.
I’ve spent days in this graveyard weaving tapestry,
erecting scarecrows in memory and digging for treasure.
Like Kevin spacey’s seven, exposing your sins is my pleasure.
Rejecting your entry into heaven is my soul endeavour.
SWIM
DO THE REDUN-DANCE
Mosquito’s without eloquence best learn, like the wings of icarus, don’t fly close to me you will get burnt.
I’m carnivorous and you’re ego's smelling mighty fine.
I love the taste ivory more than Aphrodite’s behind.
Your secular scourge will be purged so get on all fours.
Beg for mercy cause we’ve been keeping scores.
Like Schwarzenegger, you’ll find a predator in me.
Like a fortune teller, your salvation I can define if so inclined.
But You’re forgetting to cut you’re teeth before you sleep
I can smell it.
I’d rather taste your blood before I sell it.
Verse 2
If you’re a narcissistic starfish don’t get in bed with me.
Apathetic lovers won’t survive underneath my sheets.
The surface may seem calm and clean on the tip of the iceberg.
Through your sacrifice I’m mutating like the deep marine.
This abyss is dark, decrepit, and Void of emotion.
A demented kraken of schadenfreude lives in this ocean.
Like a mythical beast is to what I aspire.
Like your intentions to my resolve, in a shiver of sharks fear is what I inspire.
I’ll absolve you of control to reach the mark of divinity.
Cthulhu gave me tentacles to steal your virginity.
Your voyeuristic swan song will be a spectacle to see.
Never forget boys and girls, think twice before you swim with me.
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CROWSTEP
02:32
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I shit on every canvas with four brushes at a time.
I see art with my ears and I listen with my eyes.
Call me Caesar.
I’m the council leader.
I lead by force, not example.
Circle jerking the tribe.
Throwing shit at a wall won’t ever make it a mural.
Like a chimpanzee you’re throwing shit at me.
Fear my violent hand.
Do as I command.
I’m a creep with no restrain.
My blue waffle brain is growing deranged.
I’m a golden goose with no remorse.
I rock a noose and a High-Horse
and boy.... i’m fuckin thirsty.
The lord and the law let me steal candy from babies.
I’ll be speaking down to you until I’m pushing up daisies.
Yellow, let it mellow,
2d or 3d, no difference you see?
Break down their confidence, make them wait on small cock complimentary emotional abuse.
Become part of my noose.
I am the golden Goose.
I'm pining and whining. I'll get bored of you soon.
My yellow fetish, oriental gooch.
Bottle it up and I put it on a pedestal.
Aristotle is my bitch.
No need to be sensual anymore.
If you wanna be with me.
Bend the knee.
Should it need a bullet bitch
you’ll gladly take the fall.
And I’m only ever gonna take it out on you.
I’m damaged.
My bourgeoisie privilege left me ravaged.
I’m insecure.
A relationship saboteur.
Bite that lure
and I’ll throw away your self-esteem for certain.
And I won’t ever change a fucking thing for you.
Push your luck and I’m gonna have to execute.
Before you drown, I’ll tie you down for one last round to reassure you.
Your innocence is my burden.
Are you on the spectrum too?
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JITTER BAT
03:21
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MORE WEIGHT.
My wife hangs from a rotting apple tree.
By An orchard fertilised with dead men and governing bodies.
MORE WEIGHT.
I lay with as great a burden I can bear.
no boulder will outweigh my despair.
I am the wicked witch of Salem.
Cold, all I feel is numb to the pressure,
I am my own centre of gravity,
not even them can take that from me.
She is gone, all alone.
Just me and my head, alone. She is dead.
All I can think and desire is more weight.
I have so much. Death awaits
Old frail, mould, I rot in peace.
My answer to this pressure is more weight.
Nothing else gives me pleasure. I wait, for the end.
Counting the hours with breadcrumbs.
Drown me in standing water.
I will come back to curse you and add to this weight.
Nothing else can sustain me.
The only this will end is my way.
Crush me. Drown me. I will curse this town forever
Naked uncovered I came to this earth and with nothing else I will leave you cursed.
Why don't you play a game of hangman with me?
Cross your T's. Close your eyes.
At the gallows we'll meet.
MORE WEIGHT.
Countless times you've coined the term.
Only concerned to burn the witch of the east.
Hate proliferates...
MORE WEIGHT.
Burning every allegory.
The heaviest time since the pressing of Giles Corey.
Little ring of rosies a pocket full of posies.
I am the wicked witch of Salem
Death won't stop me. We all burn with Satan.
In the end this is nothing more than a wolves' den.
You act like scared sheep but with one eye open you sleep.
because you fuckers are the real demons of this town.
She was the last of three, everything to me, in a long line of baggage this pressure is nothing than...
MORE WEIGHT.
All I want all I need is...
MORE WEIGHT.
I have no desire to answer your questioning.
I will leave this diseased rotting earth and leave you all with a curse.
Spite is my poison, my reason for being.
My hate will not abate so add more weight.
No answers. No mercy.
I am wicked witch.
I am wicked witch.
I am wicked witch.
I am wicked witch of Salem.
Crush me. Drown me. I will curse this town forever
Naked uncovered I came to this earth and with nothing else I will leave you cursed.
Crush me. Drown me. I will curse this town forever
I am the wicked witch of Salem
I am the wicked witch of Salem
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BETTER RED THAN DEAD
03:00
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1. Read Marx's Communist Mannifesto.
2. Insert copy pasta
3. Read remaining Communist Mannifesto.
4. Repeat copy pasta
5. Bork Hard.
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