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  • Shoot the Messenger
  • Salt on Everything
  • Bottle of Humans
  • Da Baddest Poet
  • Plutonium
  • Selling Live Water
  • The Priziest Horse
  • Tokyo
  • Sebago
  • Dumb This Down
  • Teepee on a Highway Blues
  • I Don't Rap in Bumper Stickers
  • Year of the $exxx $ymbol
  • Tourist Trapeze
  • Dismantling of Sole's Ego
  • Famous Last Words
  • Pawn in the Game, Part 1
  • Slow, Cold Drops
  • Man and Woman
  • Save The Children
  • Suicide Song
  • Pawn in the Game, Part 2
  • Furthermore
  • Ode to the War on Terrorism
  • Very Important Message
  • Sole Has Issues
  • Bottle of Leftovers
  • Home
  • Self Inflicted Wounds
  • Sin Carne
  • Cheap Entertainment
  • Predictions
  • Respect Pt 3
  • I Hope You Like My Stupid Painting
  • Locust Farm
  • Every Single One of Us
  • A Typical
  • Center City
  • Crisis
  • Imsotired
  • On Martyrdom
  • Entalude
  • Drive By Detournment
  • Theme
  • Respect, Part 3
  • Respect Pt. 3
  • Manifesto 232
  • MC Howard Hughes
  • Understanding
  • Prosperity

sole +why?:
stuck in center city with a midgets girdle.
choking fetus posing as a respectable business person.
and he's selling swollen ribs.
stolen half full glasses of human footprints for my friends.
the irate has lost his wooden leg.
the stuck up lost her penis.
ye fateful eat macdonald's. us geeks fry ants with a magnifying glass.
welcome to the cinema i know the seating's scarse.
turn off the fucking soap opera and watch them do the dance.

meanwhile crumbled up in a trash art heap hungry people pile.
while humble people make moves in the mighty pig pen, without pens or pen names.
leave it to us to manufacture the glass house to display your ripped up rag dolls.
well it's no secret, we all want a cigarette and coffee break.
and i'm not gonna lie to you because lies make perfect sense,
and while we're all just spinning there is no perfect sense.

this spoiled canvas you see here is somewhat close to mold.
this wasted breath will be the death of me all this new shit's getting old.
your coca cola eats through metal, kills lab rats, and swallows your soul.
this wasted breath will be the death of me all this new shit's getting old.
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