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When the Bomb Drops
03:33
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When the bomb drops
I’ll put on some old-school hip-hop
And blast it out the window
Loud enough for the block
Every cop who stops
Gets a joint and a Glock
If he vows to fight for me
And always give my Mom props
When I’m on top
I’ll take their batons to the pawn shop
Buy a sick train
And hit the rails non-stop
Fill it fulla dames
With big eyes and deep thoughts
And arrange for a tour
Of the refugee squats
When the bomb drops
You will never see it coming
By that time I’m a hundred miles and running
Talking about arms like I never shot one
My very first birthright was a loaded gun
When survivors are overwhelmed by disease
I’m protected by a host of STDs
Bionome is skewed for my protection
Mine is the only post apocalyptic erection
When the bomb drops
I’ll put Melania Trump on a leash
And have her snifffin out skunk
While I’m keeping the peace
A white terror
Like Chiang Kai Shek
Snatching up your barrel
Cause I ain’t high yet
At the cop shop
I’ll call up a band to play be-bop
Moptops with the chops
To make the songs pop
When the bobby soxers come
To the big sock hop
We'll make them play hopscotch
While we take pot shots
Stashed lots of drugs for my injection
Cache of guns for my protection
Your downfall leads to my big chance
While I thrive
You wipe doo-doo from your pants
My crew’s got knowledge
Take you out of commission
You’re armed with tips stolen from your beautician
New world order is my peoples’ distinction
You’re the old breed going into extinction
When the nuclear bomb drops
I’ll round up every clown in the park blocks
Go to the down house
And wake Alvaro up
Hitch a ride to his sailboat
Tied to the sloop dock
And hit the high seas
Like a silver fox
Goody gumdrops
With luck I can fish for my cook pot
I’ll suck your dick
For a 5G hot spot
Even if your yacht’s like Fort Knox
Me and the fops got it locked
For the whole Apocs
When the bomb drops you might as well be dead
Gonna watch you suffer while we prosper instead
Not talking bout a place with an isolated camp
A network round the world has always been my stamp
Uniting all our people and we’re pissing on your church steeple
Redraw the borders to the preference of our allies
Sharing an abundance of essential supply
The freaks’ glory is the squares’ demise
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2. |
Bridge Too Far
03:00
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What have I done?
Bridge too far
Laser guided rig
Coming like a missile
First warning sign
Hearing train whistle
Blind from the crystal
Gunning on a three day wire
Running twenties of the funny stuff
From bar to bar
Helicopter beats
And they’re ringing the bell
Better call an ambulance?
Too early to tell
Back at the motel
Swapping dollars for weight
Till the cops knocked the top in
Now we’re off to the gates
Different kinds
Of getting high
For you and I
Surrounding company
Creatures most fine
Is it for your pleasure?
No the pleasure is mine
Hungry all the time
Doctor Lecter got no time for snacks
Bout to beat the first collector
Ever busted your stacks
Maybe put it there
Not intended to go
Might have crossed the line
But I clearly don’t know
Lost control
Bit her just for giggles and shits
Now the word’s all over Twitter
That I tried to eat her tits
A man with a code takes his stand on the road
Until he flies to close to the sun
How fortunate the man with none
Question the existence of an android named Void
Just the type of person that you’d hope to avoid
Coming from the earth in primordial slime
Victim is the image that perpetuates the crime
Giving the impression that I’ve done the hard time
Clouded disposition like an irritated mime
I’m about as subtle as a bowler in Columbine
When you speak the truth, I will claim it as mine
Violent tendencies
Never in my nature
Purging this speech
From my nomenclature
A man of my stature
Never had to learn to dampen the swag
Popping off clever
When they come to trample a fag
Male hormones
Leading to distraction
Never underestimate
Potential for reaction
Factions
Mob around and call my bluff
Leave my sobbing on the ground
Cause I ain’t that tough
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3. |
Puddletown
03:57
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They're blasting every channel
On the idiot box
I'm just trying to get settled
With my Jameson rocks
Puddletown
Ladykillers talk the walk
That's how the ducks flock
In a town that sucks cock
Must I walk ten paces
Turn around and shoot
For another pretty face
In her birthday suit?
Wearing puddletown pasties
At the Earth Day shoot
Well that's how the boot scoots
In a town with loose roots
No shoes allowed
In the bouncy house
And my whole crew's outside
On the time-out couch
Puddletown
Ninety bucks for a lousy ounce?
That's how the mouse pouts
In the trap where doubts crouch
Hold a minute mister
(which) drug you talkin about?
Hear “ninety bucks”
And it make this cat pounce
With the kind of money
That I make in this town
Call it in quick
Cause I’m overdose band
When I eat the pussy
Sure to munch on a mouse
My crew is trans
All in Japanese blouse
I’m on the blocks
When I suck the cocks
Cause I sling rocks
With the golden locks
Dude hooked me up
Got free pair of socks
Five-star cooking
In a gentrified wok
Who'da thunk the same kids
Used to spit at my Mom
Would show up drunk and thizzed
To play Zulu Dawn
In Puddletown
And if Kim Jong dropped the bomb
He could not aim wrong
At the town of the same old song
Meet up in the park
Doing fu-lan-gong
Lace it with meth
When I smoke the bong
Buy a penis pump
Make my dick all long
Mommy musta drank
Cause I turned out wrong
La-la Land is coming unfurled
We’re holding hands singing we are the world
You came to catch 'em all
But forgot your yellow deck
Never take a fall
Cause I ain't that type of chelloveck
Puddletown
Weaker than mellow sex
With cuddle sounds
Speak a bellowed hex
To make the muggles frown
Sure as Othello's neck's
A subtle brown
Peace to all my fellow wrecks
The huddle round
WON’T find THIS in a tourist brochure
CRITICISM STINKS like a heap of manure
If CITY was a PUSSY then this PUSSY make me PURR
Up in Oregon just like Gordon’s FBI
ON that dirty SEX and you know I get HIGH
Any other view lack the words to say
MOVE it on BITCH and get OUTTA MY WAY
CALLING out PORTLAND and you holla back “yay”
now i ain't gluten sensitive but these crackas gimme the creeps
cuz you know out here in puddletown the bullshit runs deep
where the racists play "progressive" so they can hide from the heat--
you need two through your roof to send that bullshit to sleep, kids
out in the streets yellin' "BLACK LIVES MATTER!"
back home they see a tent and run to call the five-oh.
All these “saint whiteboys” gotta go for sure--
I said all these saint whiteboys gots to go.
No gluten issues-- crackas gimme the creeps cuz
you know out here in puddletown the bullshit runs deep
where the racists play "progressive" so they hide from the heat--
you need two through your roof to send that bullshit to sleep, kids
out in the streets yellin' "BLACK LIVES MATTER!"
back home they see a tent and run to call the five-oh.
All these “saint whiteboys” gotta go for sure--
I said all these saint whiteboys gots to go.
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4. |
Scaredy Cat
04:04
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Taking your time
Looking all the way back, Jack
Trying to find
Where it went off the MAX track
Made up your mind
Out of fear of the knapsack
Not to be unkind
But for lack of information
Apprehension hesitation
For your place in the trife life
Select an occupation
Requisition a nice wife
You base your destination
On the man with the pied fife
I feel no elation
And assign no blame
Our fears are different styles
But we're losing the same game
With too many miles
On our deluded lame brains
Coming at you all smiles
Not to brag or to claim fame
But to share strength
On our uphill climbs
You wrestle with regret
When you’re past your prime
But I never can forget
All my ghastly crimes
Offering my hand
In the darkest times
Do you fell the terror?
No... well only sometimes
Spiders crawl
Spaces small
Heights most tall
Feel your fear
Hold you near
I love you, dear
One and same
Seeking fame
Hiding shame
Time is lost
At what cost?
Double cross
You’re frozen like a pillar caught up in Medusa's stare
You showed up in a nightmare all at school in underwear
They always love to gamble
Synthesized lives taking photos while they prance
Absolute conviction, but they never take a chance
Only destination is deleted by distraction
Never manufacture consternation into action
(it) figures that this story puts us all in the same faction
I was scared of everything
When I was just a tyke
Scared to be alone
Scared to ride a bike
I was scared of my shadow
Scared of my thoughts
Scared of shrinks trying to make me
What I was not
Then I was the wittiest retard
With the grittiest teeth
And the shittiest skateboard
On the whole Venice Beach
But I teach myself
To make the prettiest speech
And beseech the sweet stars
While the idiots preach
Cause I was more scared to stay inside
Than race the streets
More scared to run and hide
Than to face defeat
Won’t eat the apple
If the seeds are rotten
And I’d rather be despised
Than to be forgotten
Spiders crawl
Spaces small
Heights most tall
Feel your fear
Hold you near
I love you, dear
One and same
Seeking fame
Hiding shame
Time is lost
At what cost?
Double cross
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The Fire Brigade Portland, Oregon
The Fire Brigade are reluctant Americans who make strange hip hop as they wander the Earth in the Early Apocalypse. G'Odd and his crew man the crystal mines of 2105, 24-7. Boxhead Walker is a smooth-talking rounder without a care in the world. The Battalion Chief issues commands from a nest of synthesizers and empty bottles at Mission Control. Flame on, bitches. ... more
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