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Stay (In Your Box)
02:58
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Stay, I want you
I want you to stay
Stay in your box
Let me explain
Here's where you fit
Here's your starter kit
This is all you get
Just some basic shit
Just complacent shit
Just go with it
Just go with it and stay
Stay on display
Stay well-behaved
Stay mildly afraid
Let me explain
It's for the best
It's for the team
It's in your interest
If you're feeling shame
Just ignore it for now
If you're feeling blamed
You'll accept it somehow
Stay in your box
The boundaries are clear
I'm closing the lid
There's nothing to fear
Stay in your box
If you try you may fail
You may fall on your face
You may not make the sale
You'll embarrass yourself
You'll bring disgrace to your tribe
You'll be sentenced to hell
You'll be crucified
Stay in your box!
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Mom Museum
03:39
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MOM MUSEUM MOM MUSEUM MOM MUSEUM MOM MUSEUM
DAD DIVIDENDS DAD DIVIDENDS DAD DIVIDENDS DAD DIVIDENDS
What is everything?
Why is everything?
Why is it always about them?
I'm gonna teach a class in sassy talking back
I'm gonna work my fingers deep into the cracks
No place for basic shade
It earns you no respect
Please elevate your game
Allow me to select a tone
MOM DO LAUNDRY MOM DO LAUNDRY MOM DO LAUNDRY
DAD CLEAN THE SHED DAD CLEAN THE SHED
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Animal Hell
05:38
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Started out this morning feeling so polite
But something deep inside me isn’t calibrated right
I'm feeling hella disheveled, gotta readjust my levels
But no coping skills can grow when I've got devils in my chemicals
Here’s a hypothetical: nobody is listening
Just a bunch of white men plotting and positioning
They want to quibble in the middle of soliciting
Some advantageous plan designed to keep their wieners stiffening
Chattering, fattening the calf for their holiday
Now haul away the carcass, no apology
Dig another grave, fill it with dead technology
Then go home and make an appointment with neurology
Oddly enough they're in the business of prisons
Choose your remission of sins and be forgiven
I'm afraid the decision's been made, the invoice paid
The goods are delivered, the bads have been slayed
It's all subjective, your holy directive
viewed through a rose-colored lens that's corrective
respective to the next man's reckless perspective
you elect to disrespect the concept of one collective
They taught us it's implausible to crossbreed the genres
but now my shit is like piranhas in your sauna
the water's frothing, a thick sauce congealing
and i'm feeling brand new options unfolding as you're squealing
Don't bother dealing with any smaller problems that blossom
because an awesome golem has taken shape and there's no stopping him
from dropping beats boldly from his throne at the computer
an autonomous analog audio-avatar assumes the role of tutor
stay after class and i'll show you how it works
i'll give ya goosebumps -- i heard they're yer fervert berks
i'll alert you first before I do something that hurts
spanking can be pleasant when you pitch it as a perk, honey
don't be a jerk and judge me, Judy
When's the last time you got off your booty
and truly created a thing of beauty that soothed me or moved me
Listen or dismiss it, i'm okay with this, thought i gave a shit
despite the fact I'm not paid for this, I guess I'm made for this
I still make a mess, you're still unimpressed, well it's off my chest
Keep an eye out for the twist, kids, it'll be on the test
when this track is done your headphones will be laid to rest
What’s the difference if I’m singing or spitting
Either way it’s just a lot of lyrics that I’ve written
You’re splitting hairs, unaware that you’re a lemming
Heading toward the precipice, it’s yourself you’re condemning
Splattered! Honestly I’m flattered
Never thought I’d matter enough to be verbally battered
by someone so deliciously auspicious at oration
As you have absolutely proved on multiple occasions
I’m impatient with those claiming I should know my station
It’s called gatekeeping, bitch, enough of the stigmatization
Maybe you're jelly after noticing my skills
‘Cause I’m bonkers at the console - Thirteen confirmed kills
Dropping albums while you just drop the ball
I’d give you pointers if you only had the wherewithal
That’s okay, everybody’s good at something
For example, your mother could teach a masterclass in pumpin’
Line out the door, down the block, ‘round the corner
Business be booming when you only charge a quarter
The things I do for a paycheck can be miserable
It’s impermissible, the environment unlivable
Inflated egos mistaken that they’re pivotal
Hey, maybe you should spend some time on the elliptical
I’ve got another thing to say about your issues
I’ve got an order placed for eight boxes of tissues
I’ve got a lot of whining government officials
And when I’m finished I’ll sign off with my initials (BS!!)
Impending doom, a new administration
I’ll get the broom and commence your abdication
Time is up, don’t want to hear you bellyache
Now please excuse me while I slice and serve the cake
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Turn Back
03:55
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My hand grips the wheel
The tires grip the road
The road disappears into shadow
Her hand reaches out
Takes hold of my throat
Leading me somewhere I don't wish to go
Turn back, run home
My hand grips the wheel
The tires grip the road
The road disappears into shadow
I silence my mind
I let my soul float
Levitating from the gallows
Turn back, run home
She whispers yes and I scream no
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O, Yeenoghu
04:09
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O, Yeenoghu, I wanna see some blood
I wanna see my enemies dying in the mud
O, Yeenoghu, nobody understands
what it's like to take the life of a weaker man
Well it feels so divine when you rip out my spine
I can't wait for the time that I get to spend with you, Yeenoghu
And I feel such alarm when you turn on the charm
then you rip off my arm, but I know that's just what you do, Yeenoghu
O, Yeenoghu, I wanna tear some flesh
I wanna feed on my enemies while the meat is fresh
O, Yeenoghu, nobody seems to care
How I need to kill and feed -- so glad that you are there
Yes I knew from the start when you took hold of my heart
that you would tear me apart if I ever broke up with you, Yeenoghu
And it's such a surprise when you pluck out my eyes
But I'm not traumatized, in fact, I'm in love with you, Yeenoghu
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Grinding
04:59
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Finally someone let me out of my cage
Wait a second - realize I'm stuck on a stage
in a solipsist's simulation of a sickening charade
Is this an existential crisis or a pineal parade?
Another day, 'nother drop in the bucket
A truckload of frozen dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets
Unbuckle your seatbelt and speak through a puppet
It's a musical adaption of The Man From Nantucket
Unusual, beautiful, indisputably chewable
I've got no budget, I'm skeptical it's doable
Gotta grind daily in a six by ten cubicle
All that shit gets thrown into the crucible
Forged into platinum, I've planned and prepared
But I focus on a shiny thing and have a love affair
and discover yet another layer to the magic square
and I don't come up for air because I'm
Scavenging and scrapping and crafting and upgrading
Scavenging and scrapping and crafting and upgrading
Hey boo, you do too many video games
Not fair, au contraire, I achieve all kinds o thangs
Like detecting, collecting, erecting a fortress
Resting, and questing, and besting assortments
of ne'er-do-wells, feral ghouls, robots and pack dogs
mongrels, and mutants, and mole rats and deathclaws
Hey bae, you play too many video games
When you overdo nothing else remains
You’re just scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what
scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what
For Daddy-O, Psycho, Buffout and Radaway
Med-x and Mentats, I’ll include ‘em on my resume
Chems first thing in the morning like a matinee
Then drop the Grafton monster to the ground --child’s play!
Got some leather armor lifted off a dead man
Modified the hide with the steel from a tin can
Got a workshop, eliminate the middleman
I got you covered if you don’t have the attention-span
for scavenging, and scrapping and crafting, and upgrading
scavenging, and scrapping, and...and ...
...Oh my god…. and all for what?!
scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what?!
So I changed out of my pajamas, put the bong up on the shelf
Straightened my tie and applied myself
Drank eight cups of water, got eight hours of sleep
Cut out the gluten, cut out the drink
Balanced my budget, cleaned the garage
Went to the gym and got a massage
Paid my taxes, got a college degree
Then a little voice said to me
Look now, see how everything's the same?
I'm sure this world is just a video game
the truth is absolutely manufactured to betray
You're just scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what?
scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what
scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what
scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what
HEAD ASPLODE
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