Mrtzcmp3
  • Good Morning
  • I Never Knew You
  • Agent Orange
  • Too Heavy for Cherubs
  • Scenester
  • Stripes
  • Hell's Winter
  • Subtle Art of the Break Up Song
  • Perfect World
  • Peeranoia
  • I Found My Mind in Connecticut
  • Morning Dips
  • Nothing Left to Say
  • Among the Sleep
  • Public Property
  • Beat Kids
  • Down the Left Hand Path
  • Dr. Strong
  • In Stoney Lodge
  • Lord Have Mercy
  • Probably Causes Paranoia
  • Escape to 88
  • Look at What You Did
  • Teenage Hands
  • Too Much
  • Suicidal Failure
  • Kick Rocks
  • Ck Won
  • Fat Kids Need an Anthem
  • I Lost It In Haverton
  • Unlike Tower 1
  • Strain
  • Under Satan's Authority
  • Teenage Death
  • The Right Out
  • Holdin a Jar 2
  • A Crowd Killer
  • Shoot Frank
  • Eating its way out of me
  • The Soundtrack
  • Captain Bumout
  • Depart from Me
  • Shoot Frank (ft. Darryl Palumbo)
  • Ballad of Worms
  • The Death of Chris Palko (ft. Camu Tao)
  • Grand 'ol Party Crash (ft. Jello Biafra)
  • Left it to Us (ft. El-P, Aesop Rock, Tame 1, Yak Ballz)
  • Pussy, Money, and War
  • Blood Boy
  • Summer in Hell

Somethin' in the way not for Dr. Zummer
Hot the tumor in the lugee and left it in Montezuma
Swam back to the US after Russian roulette
No deal on the table give me a label to suplex

Came to fill them with pain, take a print of my brain
Flash it on the screen, you won't leave the Cinema sane
Had a followin' fondlin' that wouldn't let go
'Till I spiked the easy football into the Def Jux end zone

And when it hit the grass it covered the crowd with mud
Mom slipped my bare ass out, I covered the ground with blood
Then she wiped it on my face like war paint
Then slapped me, I cry, might die with a hardcore brain

Cracked the doors frame when I open the world around it
Exhale the hinges in the air where denounces
My [unverified] bounces of the wall, then it rise from
The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun

I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces, keep cuttin' my hands
When I put it back together, it's feces
In a permanent Hell I find tranquility teaches
We had to design perfect mass for our new Preacher

We're going too far, nobody could reach us
I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches
Until my last breath they'll be screamin' from the bleachers
Then I'll be dead like all my teachers

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