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Flesruoy Llik

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1.	Real Shit 04:55	lyrics	buy track
Yo, it's Dr. X aka Marshall Applewhite Marshall Herff Applewhite aka I don't have that many aliases (Fuck an alias) But you can just call me the (Call me the) Prince of Hell, Asmodeous Blood shoots out my dick You could call me Oderous (Brockie!) I'm felonious, acrimonious I'll brainwash your kids when I'm on my Joseph Kony shit Save the planet, kill yourself Kill your teacher first, shoot up your school as well Fuck the principle, and fuck the law Kill as many as you can if you can't kill them all Kill your parents, kill your dog I'll say what I want, It's just a song Protest this, make me famous My dick's still in, your teenage daughters anus Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Can you tell if I'm being serious? I mean seriously, why you so serious? We're living in a world where there's no wrong and there's no right We're all gonna die, you don't have to be so uptight Yeah, it's Red, aka Rad Aka The Conqueror of the Beast, Brock Lesnar Aka The Real Supplier Human trafficking should be legal There's nothing wrong with selling people I'm a real American, shoot a bald eagle Burned down the church, and I piss on the steeple Summon the evil, put it in a rhyme Then go shoot up little town, Columbine For a second time (yeah), I love to watch them cry (whoo) I also love watching newscasters die (ha) Let's do heroin and nod out together Friends are cool, but drugs are better If I just met her, and it's getting late I'll slip her something, prolonging our date Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Can you tell if I'm being serious? I mean seriously, why you so serious? We're living in a world where there's no wrong and there's no right We're all gonna die, you don't have to be so uptight Aye yo, it's Gloom Rap, aka Piss Jericho Aka Cock Lesnar, aka Young Rape God Aka Filth Cosby, aka Hambone Aka FKA the rapper known as Vyce Cross the threshold of a church walking backwards Many prophecies told the coming of this bastard Unholy from conception, the Devil's in my veins Unruly with a weapon, blown out like nine brains Gloom Rap the Ojibwe psychopath Volatile temperament leading into blood baths Known for leaving faggot rappers in two halfs A cold blooded villain staring at you in a goon mask I'm that evil that they spoke of in the bible You need more than a rifle if you're planning on survival Upon my arrival, i'll rip out your spinal With my bare hands, yuh the technique is primal Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Real shit (These are just lyrics) Can you tell if I'm being serious? I mean seriously, why you so serious? We're living in a world where there's no wrong and there's no right We're all gonna die, you don't have to be so uptight
2.	Self-Harm 04:11	lyrics	buy track
I hurt myself it's an addiction (Addiction) I always spit at my reflection (Reflection) Cover the scars from what I've done to my arms I have a little problem with self-harm Here comes the pain, an end to my strife As I drain the blood, I laugh at the site I laugh at the thought of you missing me I can't wait to make myself history I once had good times, now I repeat This undying need to no longer breathe I wake up each day, go back to sleep I lay with my bride, shes called misery I just want to die, hate to exist I sit here and cry as I slit my wrists Don't call me weak, my outlook is bleak I can't see the light, I despise my life Fuck asking for help, that shit's for the birds Self injury hurts less than your words Death might be nice, 'cause life is a bitch My blood is the sea, I'm the sinking ship Ah, fuck! I wanna hurt you But I'll hurt myself 'cause that's easier to do Anything that's skewed, will help me get by A little reminder to make sure I'm alive That's how I thrive, that's how I succeed You can't want it more than someone who bleeds Get up off these, I am not nuts So what if I'm purposely being a klutz Preparing cold cuts and I ain't at the deli If I take an ice bath the blood's more jelly You cannot help me, so don't send a heli I'll jump out that bitch, and land on my belly Flopped up on the nearest pond in sight Then play Frogger in dark clothes at night I think I might, just for the fight Tell Brock Lesnar I been fuckin' his wife I hurt myself it's an addiction (Addiction) I always spit at my reflection (Reflection) Cover the scars from what I've done to my arms I have a little problem with self-harm It's the same old song and dance as the last Recurring history, you can peep the wrist gash It's a vicious cycle, nothing's changed from the past Just another day, poppin' pills getting trashed This self-affliction, is such an addiction It's more than suicide rap, yeah it's non fiction And this is not bitching, it's just a description Of my mutilation, yes a gory depiction And it's my dream, that I won't ever wake up I just wanna bleed in the tub while I make cuts Up and down, so the scars never stay shut I know the world hates me, and the space that I take up You fake fucks, have pushed me to the point That I wanna grip the razor blade and never look back Give my skin a scratch, and take a blood bath I just wait and bleed with a cynical laugh Time for some stress relief, slash slash Holding on to too much grief that won't pass I wont last if I keep this up, I'm losing blood And this time I might have went too far! I don't expect you to care, I refuse your help You say you'll be there, I'm still hurting myself Coping mechanism, incision, bad decision Death in my vision, my mind is a prison Why am I living? Why is life so hard? Another day, another cut, another scar I know where I wanna be, a graveyard But can I rest in pieces? So hard To see myself anyplace except for hell So I tear the flesh and rip apart myself Oh well, you don't care, I don't care, no one cares, Fuck you! Go Away! I don't want you here! I hurt myself it's an addiction (Addiction) I always spit at my reflection (Reflection) Cover the scars from what I've done to my arms I have a little problem with self-harm
3.	Clinger (Stage 5) 03:17	lyrics	buy track
I wake up, check my phone, I got a bunch of texts Don’t recognize the number, who’s this? It’s my ex So I told her to come over just to give me some head But now she keeps trying to come over again Tell me how to get this cunt to go away She keeps creeping me out, and she’s acting insane She says men are all the same, but to her I’m just different Shoulda never gave her the dick, she got addicted Block her but my phone keeps beeping, and ringing Oh shit it’s you again, you must not get it No bitch, you can’t get the key to my house No bitch, you ain’t my spouse Hey bitch, how bout I take you out? Not out to dinner, I wanna snipe you now I will not wife you now, I might knife you now If you don’t get the fuck out, right now She won’t leave me alone, she cannot be alive Blowing up my phone, clinging stage five Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring She won’t leave me alone, she cannot be alive Blowing up my phone, clinging stage five Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring Never trust a hoe that tells you this lie I just wanna hang out, be one of the guys It’s a trap to get you right by her side Minute that you’re gone she’s calling up PI Strippin’ more freedoms than the patriot act Running through your phone as you’re taking a nap You’ll never get rid of her, it’s just a fact She’ll say that she’s preggo after sitting on your lap So I tell ‘em bye bitch, get the fuck out of my life Bye bitch, don’t make me ask twice Bye bitch, this bird won’t take flight Clinging really tight, got a grip like a vice Stop following me around you crazy she-devil Only reason you’re special is you’re fucking mental ‘Told ya the first week you’re just a rental What don’t you get? You ain’t getting me to settle She won’t leave me alone, she cannot be alive Blowing up my phone, clinging stage five Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring She won’t leave me alone, she cannot be alive Blowing up my phone, clinging stage five Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring Beep beep beep beep beep ring ring ring
4.	Angel Dust 03:43	lyrics	buy track
I was outside chillin’ right before the show Seen a couple cats, never seen befo’ They were smokin’ ‘dro, doing what I thought was blow So I approached them, I was looking to sco’ What up dudes? I’m trying to relax Mind if I do a couple bumps? Take a few drags? He passed it to me and then they started to laugh Said this is the best shit that you’ll ever have What the fuck, did you hear that man? Look at that angel, holy fuckin’ wingspan Started slaying dragons, conquering new lands I became God, the whole world’s in my hands This is my shit, it’s better than bath salts Only a couple hits and now I’m trippin’ balls I’m seeing foreign objects, committing assaults Kids will get hooked and it won’t be our fault I feel like Superman, watch me do a handstand Watch me crash my car into a van So much energy, I think I can fly Watch me jump off this roof, and die Come smoke with me, we can both kill a family I don’t understand why nobody’s understanding me I’m gonna set my own house on fire Then fire shots at police when they try to rescue me Jesus told me that I am Him and He is me And we should smoke more PCP Let me pull all the cash out my bank account I wanna get high, so I better buy a large amount Blacked out, woke up in my neighbors house He told me get the fuck out, he got choked the fuck out I’m a mental patient now, locked up forever They found me high now I’m chillin’ at the psych center Hog, ozone, rocket fuel, angel mist Gone off that wet, water, embalming fluid, dipped Joint or cigarette, yeah we call it a sherm stick All of it, Gloom, Red, and X burn it up quick The cousin of ketamine, you know what it means It’ll put you in a trance, enjoy your wildest dreams That you only ever get to see, on PCP Just remain calm, and do not cause a scene These things are not what they seem When you’ve puffed on the dust it’s an altered reality Might end your morality, during this mentality Sick shit’s tempting, fuck the legality You could be like Big Lurch, killin’ off Tynisha Lungs in your belly, true zombified creature Andre Johnson on aurora borealis Jumping off the balcony with a severed phallus
5.	Blacked Out 02:42	lyrics	buy track
Stolen vehicle, in the driver’s seat One hand on the wheel, cruisin’ down the street Sliding from the snow, losin’ all control Heading off the road, crash into a pole Now I’m climbing out the window And all I smell is gasoline Old lady in the car still And I can hear her scream Flames burst and burn the bitch bad All I do is laugh Still bleeding from the glass It left a giant gash It’s cool, I don’t feel it Got a gun for when the cops come, I’m consealin’ I’ve lost control of myself, but I ain’t goin’ to jail Hopefully these pigs will shoot me, ‘cause I know I can’t post bail So numb that I have no feelings (No feelings) So blind that I can’t see (Can’t see) You think that I hurt you, but I’m really hurting me I know that you won’t believe me (Believe me) I know that you’ll have your doubts (Your doubts) I know that you won’t forgive me when I say that I blacked out (I blacked out) Six in the mornin’ police at my door Didn’t have a party so I’m not sure what for Asking all types of questions like where I been I don’t know man, I went out with some friends Around two is when I probably got home And yes officer pig, since then I’ve been alone I don’t have a clone, it wasn’t me From what I recall I was smoking PCP See earlier in the night I was doing molly with some dykes I said some sexist shit and they got into a fight And that’s when I’m like these bitches need to chill So if they’re freezer burnt, I’m innocent still Don’t remember anything, anything at all So if you don’t mind I’d like to make a call To my lawyer, he may be a crook But because I blacked out, I’ll get off the hook So numb that I have no feelings (No feelings) So blind that I can’t see (Can’t see) You think that I hurt you, but I’m really hurting me I know that you won’t believe me (Believe me) I know that you’ll have your doubts (Your doubts) I know that you won’t forgive me when I say that I blacked out (I blacked out)
6.	Kurt's Mic 03:55	lyrics	buy track
Is anybody listening? Does anybody hear me? I’ve got a theory to be heard more clearly As of right now I’m just making noise But I got this mic off one of my boys Don’t act like I’ve got a choice This is the way they’ll hear my voice With a bang bang bliggity blow, now my band draws a crowd Never thought I’d get this loud Amplify my life, amplify my pain A barrel in the mouth, amplify my fame My life is lame, my life is a dud I can’t even join the 27 Club It rains it pours and I’ve got a flood I guess it’s time to break out the slugs So all the leeches can suck on my blood Before using the mic, where was the love? Here’s another sad sad song How he lived so fast and died so young I’ve got Kurt’s mic, it’s a shotgun ‘Cause I hate my life and I wish it was done Here’s another sad sad song Sorry y’all, it’s my last one I’ve got Kurt’s mic, it’s a shotgun Put it to my lips and blow out my gums I swear that I don’t have a gun I got a mic with a trigger, ‘bout to help me have fun Singing karaoke while I’m sitting in my room I said my final prayer now I’m headed to my doom Song after song keeps playing, I relate to them all Once this playlist ends it’s my final curtain call Bow my head, and send myself home Even though I’m not really sure where I’m gonna go Maybe I’ll blast off to outer space Maybe I will reincarnate Maybe as a whale in the deep blue sea So I can fuck your mom ‘cause she’s still bigger than me I hope you think it’s funny ‘cause life is a game It’s over for me, you should probably do the same Find every sad song, and play ‘em all Then load Kurt’s mic, blow your head off At this point, it might seem redundant That only these type of songs help me function My life’s at a crossroads, do or die junction Been a fan of suicide since the introduction My bitch left me, ain’t that somethin’ So yeah, sometimes I get drunk ‘n’ blacked out On Valium and somethin’ Handful of pills with a bottle and I’m stumbling My world is in a spiral, I’m feeling lost My world is crumbling, need a Mossberg Shotgun, against my chin Gonna pull the trigger and melt away my skin With a 12 gauge blast to reveal what’s within A ton of gore, and a life full of sin This shotgun symphony like violins Kurt Cobain is me and I am him
7.	You Just Don't Know 03:37	lyrics	buy track
Things haven’t changed, still plagued with angst Still dream of Kurt’s mic, and going out with a bang I’m entrapped, a prisoner of my own brain These chemical imbalances got me seeing strange things Life ain’t what it used to, be about Now I wish I could choose to Regain some happiness or at least chew through Enough medication, until I puke dude And if I don’t asphyxiate, God damnit Dosage wasn’t high enough to make it happen Just put me in a coma, some light drug nappin’ And when I wake up it’s back to suicidal rappin’ Just know, it could happen at any time Any of these verses could be my last rhyme ‘Cause that’s my main goal, reach the end of the line Hopefully from some dope, at the end of a line I don’t know which way to go You thought I’d have it figured out by now But I’m an idiot And I just keep on bringing myself down Don’t wanna be here anymore I wanna go home I always joke about killing myself But you just don’t know I always inject when you invest I couldn’t ask for more ‘cause I’ve always had less Please God, I’m begging, just take away my breath When I use Bobby Brown, for a quick rest I’m not playin’ around, this is not a joke I really wanna die, I really wanna croak Finally reached the end of my rope It all started when I first picked up smokes You still couldn’t know after sittin’ through my therapy Of all these thoughts, and pleads to bury me Can’t get a promotion, even at Dairy Queen The bitch I asked to marry me? She’s scared of me There’s nothing to live for, I ain’t got shit I’m serious this time, when I say I’ll quit If you’re not present don’t talk me off the cliff ‘Cause life is a choice, and death is a gift I don’t know which way to go You thought I’d have it figured out by now But I’m an idiot And I just keep on bringing myself down Don’t wanna be here anymore I wanna go home I always joke about killing myself But you just don’t know I’m afflicted, with an ugly gift To live in pain all my life and never see it shift And when somethin’ goes wrong it’s always my fault When I have an open wound, I’m pouring in the salt Like a vault filled, with nothing valuable Nobody wants me, it’s understandable I can’t process my constant losses The thought of tryin’ to smile just makes me nauseous The cost is, a flatline Because I’m self-destructive by my own design I just wanna be happy one time (One time) I just wanna stop worrying and stop crying I feel like, these are my last days here I don’t like me, I wanna disappear I’m bleeding, my life is fleeting I just can’t stand another day alive with no meaning You just don’t know, it gets so real to me You just don’t know, it gets so real to me You just don’t know, it gets so real to me You just don’t know, it gets so real to me
8.	Extremist 02:44	lyrics	buy track
Raised in a basement by strict religious zealots Learned to fire weapons that shoot much more than pellets Trained since a toddler to send you to hell, bitch So when the time comes, Gloom Rap will leave you headless You must be senseless, talkin’ down on my faith This ain’t a cult, ain’t no Kool-Aid to taste That’s pussy shit, this a militant regiment Prepared to leave you where the motherfuckin’ devil lives I met the devil kid, I looked him in his demon eyes He spoke the scripture of the infidels we despise I cut his throat, ‘cause heathens get disposed A full decapitation man, machetes ain’t no joke When the time comes, we’ll take to the streets Rockin’ urban camo, armed to the teeth Spraying shotguns, at police So Rest In Peace, all hail Flesruoy Llik Why kill yourself when, you can become a weapon? The ones that hurt you, deserve to learn a lesson Don’t waste your last chance, to send this world a message Go fuck some shit up, and leave a burning wreckage I might be a terrorist but I don’t speak Arabic’s What’s wrong with these chicks? I’m immaculate It makes me sick, these jocks are dicks Guess it’s time for some white boy shit I’m goin’ for the high score, I gotta take ‘em out Shit, 40 bodies is an achievable amount But I want more, like where they miscount ‘Cause my list is long, of people who doubt So keep runnin’ your mouth, if you wanna be added If I die alone, no eyes will be batted Take a few with me and everyone gets saddened Is that wrong to want that to happen? They will build a memorial just for me They will even call it a tragedy I just can’t wait for the agony From all this calamity Why kill yourself when, you can become a weapon? The ones that hurt you, deserve to learn a lesson Don’t waste your last chance, to send this world a message Go fuck some shit up, and leave a burning wreckage I want a page about me up on Wikipedia Show my face all over the media Talk about my crime, and why, and how Talk about where I’m from and my background Analyze me, try to figure me out I had pain inside I had to get out A violent death, a celebrity treatment Talk about me for years after I finally get even