radicals

random disclaimer. hey don't do anything that I say in this song, okay? it's fuckin fiction. if anything happens, don't fuckin blame me...white america. fuck bill o'reilly. 4..3..2..1... what the fuck I look like sayin I'm sorry to a bunch of fuckin fags that can't potentially harm me? I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations. by the way, I got sixty fuckin wolves that'll guard me. they skate hard brash black hoodies, try somethin', make sure your fuckin feelings end up in a glad bag. fuc all your opinions, i'm tie 'em up in a shoestring and fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing. kill people, burn shit, fuck school. i'm fuckin radical nigga, left, right, left, right. fuck cops, i'm a fuckin rock star. rebel and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard. fuck pigs, fuck guards, they all so fuckin retarded. fuck school, i'mma fuck up, fuck Harvard. I ain't got no fuckin money, hey mom. I ain't got no muthafuckin daddy, he ain't teach me shit. child support ain't come that faggot still ain't bought me anything. fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing. kill people, burn shit, fuck school. I'm fuckin radical, nigga, left, right, left, right. i'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes. what i'm trying to tell you is, do what the fuck you want. stand for what the fuck you believe in and don't let nobody tell you can't do what the fuck you want. i'm a fucking unicorn, and fuck anybody who say I'm not. wolf gang. fuck your traditions, fuck your positions. fuck your religion, fuck your decisions. see they're not mind so you gotta let em go. we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know.

domo 23

sick to my motherfucking tummy, bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke. Bitch I ate one roach and I made a lot of money. popping since bastard, clancy's my slave master. thanks to them crackers my pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on jasper. I've never popped a bottle but I've fucked a couple models in Europe. yup, and a couple of them swallowed. meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in and I never pull back, shout out to my nigga taco. fuck that, golf wang. so a couple fags threw a little hisfit. came to pitchfork with a couple jada pinkett signs and said I was a racist homophobic. so I grabbed lucas and filmed us kissing, feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing. you think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet. no homo, too soon. and while y'all are rolling doobies I be in my bedroom scoring movies. still excited like a fucking newbie. suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me. mom got a new whip so she could scoop me. a year ago I ain't have no hoopty. four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs just to see where my fucking roof be. fuck that golf wang. wait a goddamn second. i'm tripping balls, david beckham. would fall cause shits going down just like rodney king swimming lessons. now me and justin smoke sherm and been talking about freeing perms and purchasing weapons, naming them and aim 'em in one direction...wait a minute...it sounds like midgets in a goddamn speaker, anytime you play this shit loud. but that's just me trying to get milk now, and the grunts of the goddamn cow. hit me on my beeper while captain hook suck my peter. pan camera, repeat procedure, and when the beat drop have a goddamn seizure. fuck that, golf wang.

hospital for souls

and then I found out how hard it is to really change. even hell can get comfy once you've settled in. I just wanted the numb inside me to leave. no matter how fucked you get, it's always there when you come back down. the funny thing is...all I ever wanted, I already had. there's glimpses of heaven in every day, in the friends that I have, the music I make, the love that I feel...I just had to start again. 

the days are a death wish, a witch hunt for an exit, I am powerless. the fragile, the broken...sit in circles and stay unspoken. we are powerless. everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. I can't fear death no longer, I've died a thousand times. why explore the universe? when we don't know ourselves? there's emptiness inside our heads that no one dares to dwell. throw me to the flames, watch me burn. set my world ablaze, watch me burn. how are we on a scale of one to ten? could you tell me, what you see? do you want to talk about it? how does that make you feel? have you ever took a blade to your wrists? have you been skipping meals? we're going to try something new today. how does that make you feel? hold me close, don't let go, watch me. hold me close, don't let go, watch me. hold me close, don't let go, watch me....

in this hospital for souls.

elvis said ambition is a dream with a v8 engine

for so long I've been told to give it up, to get a job and stop dreaming of what I'm dreaming of. maybe if I was more like you I'd have a single thing to say, I could look foward to...I could look forward to. I'm not the same kid that I used to be but I still got the same philosophy. if growing up is giving in then count on me to count myself out. getting sued by my friends taught me that I can't pretend that I'm immune to the rules of adulthood. I'd rather be a starving artist than a wealthy critic. I'd rather be a space cadet than bitter and jaded, braid dead and rewarded for it....like everyone else my age is. I'm not the same kid, I'm not the same child. I may still be a prick but at least I'm not a prick in denial. I wake up late just to miss the whole day in this putrid spew that I call my bedroom. putting on clothes just to take them off in a couple of hours....why the fuck do I bother? I want to ride this train and hope it never stops. this is all I have, it's all I want.

ride the wings of pestilence

hiding behind the shadows, i'll be waiting in the dark to drive this blade straight through your heart. i'll drag your body to the car as blood races down my arm. I think everyone will wonder where you are tonight. i'll hide you in my walls, your body will never be found. i'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they use to. dear diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count. I believe it's six, going on seven now. I've been dreaming about you in a pool of your own blood with your eyes gouged out by the work of my thumbs. the scent of your insides from under the floorboards...the perfect perfume for setting a score. i'll hide you in my walls, your body will never be found. i'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than the used to. pretend to be you, your friends will like your more than they use to. ride the wings of...ride the wings of...ride the wings of...ride the wings of pestilence.

note to self

two roads split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions. exaggerating the barrier between who I am and who I want to be. I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, when everything smelled so insincere. but the taste still lingers in my mouth, deceit has ways of sticking around. and i'm ready to disappear...vacation seems far, seems far from here. note to self: i miss you terribly, this is what we call a tragedy. come back to me, come back to me, to me. note to self: I miss you terribly, this is what we call a tragedy. come back to me, come back to me, to me. I can feel my mind, wandering again into where I don't know, and will I ever get home? time starts moving faster than I can, and I'm sick of this scene. I need a break from routine. I can feel my mind wandering again into where I don't know, and will I ever get home? time starts moving faster than I can, and I'm sick of this scene. I need a break from routine. Two roads split off from here and my life goes running in opposite directions. exaggerating the barrier between who I am and who I want to be. which part of me is lost? I feel so close and yet I am so far. which part of me is lost? I feel so close and yet I am so far...