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Cracker Jack
03:24
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Step back to Queens in 1953
On a shopping trip with mom and pop, and RIP Freddy!
“Stay with the cart, don’t touch a damn thing- won’t be gone for that long, forgot the Ovaltine.”
“Oh yes, Momma, promise not to cause any trouble.”
Fingers crossed in your pocket, Momma, you just got leveled
Your first big mistake was givin birth to this child
Second was you left him in the Cracker Jack aisle
La la la la la…
When the coast was clear and you were all by yourself
You made the great ascent, climbing toward the top shelf
Consumed by the prize inside, excited as hell
You reached for the box and your dumb ass fell
Out cold for an hour, you probably don’t remember
But when you came to, I was sittin on your shoulder
Ever since then, buddy, we’ve been together
You follow through and I give the orders
Come on, Donnie, do me a solid
Drop a bomb on the Oval Office
La la la la la…
Let’s play a game of catch for old time’s sake
What do we toss? Hmm, I don’t know, what about that briefcase?
Oh my god, that’s the Football- this is fucking great!
Now enter the code
Just like you were trained
La la la la la…
Come on, Donnie, do me a solid
Drop a bomb on the Oval Office
La la la la la…
Come on, Donnie, do me a solid...
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bed.
02:40
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Oh god I love this bed
We should change the sheets cuz they’re wet as fuck and
Chalk it up, that’s a consequence of fuckin
Twelve hundred thread count Egyptian cotton
Oh god I love this bed
Attack the post like an untamed savage
Unrelenting when you hit it, you’re the baddest Queen
Of this king-sized mattress
Oh god I love this bed
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Sippy Cup
03:12
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Plastic sippy cup drippin milk on the rug
White pool widening, touches blood turns pink
Now this the type of shit I signed up for
Fuck your Lord, kickin down doors
Put an HK to your gourd
Snatch that niqab off your face and take a selfie with your corpse
Who’s in the kitchen?
My fingers itchin
Bet the team two cans of beans I catch five kills before the end of this mission
What about civilians?
Double points given for women and children
I’m terrified for my life
Can’t understand your kind
What do you want?
I'm tired
Seen my loved ones all die
Blown to bits, burned alive
What do you want?
What do you want?
Executive orders, respect the fuckin borders
And check your sons and daughters
And take a damn shower
Understand that you’re not welcome over here
This is pure hate, don’t call it fear, motherfucker
"We’re gonna make it great again like Donald said."
My daddy told me layin on his death bed
He served two tours and fought for me, not no dirty wraphead
I’m terrified for my life
Can’t understand your drive
What do you want?
Tired
Fled from the east and now west
Just need a place I can rest
That’s all I want
I’m terrified for my life
Can’t understand your kind
What do you want?
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Scene Elder Council
03:54
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The Sacramento scene died at an underground show
In an abandoned warehouse, in an industrial zone
There were punks and queers and Punjabis with dreads
Blacks and Whites, Asians, Mexicans
The Scene Elders said it served as a safe space
For all the weird kids to go to get away from shit
Glitch-happy beats rattled aluminum sheets
And throbbing bass ripped cracks in concrete
Strobe lights flashed yellow, green and pink
And at a quarter to 10, came blue and red
"Officer, we’re not here to cause trouble,
We just wanna have fun,
With other like-minded people,
Without fear of being judged.
We just wanna have fun..."
To which he replied, “Not on my watch.”
And then the cops proceeded to beat them senseless
To an EDM remix of a shoegaze classic
Cops proceeded to bash their faces to no end…
The years quickly passed, it was never the same
The city cracked down hard as the kids were to blame
No touring bands would ever stop to play here
The biggest draw in town was a folk balladeer
Some got jobs in offices and one dude became
Regional manager of a national chain
And through happenstance and social media accounts
The remaining few arranged a meeting, too...
"The Scene Elder Council calls to order its first official meeting to discuss the current state of affairs. First on the agenda"
Before the Chair could finish, there was an emotional outburst
People shouting and crying, and speaking curse words
"There’s no sense in saving this scene. Year after year they hike up the rent, all of the artists have died off or left."
"There’s no sense in saving this scene. Cultureless yuppies have invaded the nest- same motherfuckers who said 'Art is for fags. Art is for fags.'"
"There's no sense in saving this scene..."
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94 Villager
05:02
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Waiting in the van, she's riding the high
We got the radio blastin MC5
Lookin at you, lookin at you
I turn left
You turn left, too
"Promise me, you'll never change,
Despite what life may throw our way.
This is all I need.
You and me...
You and me."
Don't say what you feel inside
Let's just drive tonight
Pull up to the side of a dirty back road
Where the thugs hang out and all the bad men go
What do we do? What do we do?
I turn right
You turn right, too
"Promise me, you'll never die.
I know I've asked you hella times.
This is all I need.
You and me...
You and me."
Don't say what you feel inside
Let's just drive tonight
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Picasso
03:15
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Trippin balls at a house show
She look like a Picasso
Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place
Dressed up in some retro shit
Multi-colored hexagonal print
Holy fuck my brain’s about to split
"How the hell’d you enhance this?
I was chillin spaced out on a blank canvas
A shirt appeared first, then the pants came
I’m just askin- why it matches?
Can I touch the fabric?
Oh my god, it feels fantastic like wet plastic!"
Trippin balls at a house show
He look like a Picasso
Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place
Wrapped up in some ninja shit
Half face covered with a handkerchief
Holy fuck my brain’s about to split
"Hey, lemme see those patches
You really got holes in your jacket?
I’m just askin, you look tragic
Who the fuck is Aunt Tifa?
She smoke reefa?
She got the plug for a three cheese pizza?
What about PETA?
What’s up with him?"
Trippin balls at a house show
They all look like Picasso’s
Eyes all weird and buggin and out of place
Stepped into the Twilight Zone
A portal to the superunknown
Oh holy fuck, I think I might explode
Comin down I’m feeling nauseous
Don’t wanna be bothered
Put myself in a closet, and locked it
A little relief and peace from the chaos...
Turn around there’s a dude on the floor, performing a seance
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