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Night in the lonesome october, the cool air takes its grip on my lungs. Holly left me for that guy and I drank vodka 'til I lost my lunch. You know that feeling when your true love walks away, and depression's driving you insane? That's the situation I was faced with when I walked into the cold that night. The chill of the air, the smell of the leaves, it's peaceful and quiet and then I can see Casey walking up ahead of me, on Franklyn Street at 12:15, and I completely forgot that I'd made plans with Eileen. But Casey needs someone to make sure that she's safe, and I just happened to be walking by this way. I will protect her, a silent companion. She will be safe, what's the worst that could happen? Randy's a pervert and Kirkus has issues, goodbye Holly Johnson, Casey may I kiss you? Eileen got me drunk and we fell over, trolls live under bridges, the lonesome october. Night in the lonesom october is my favourite book, it's by Richard Laymon. There's not enough space in this song to describe all the awesome things that happen inside of this book. I suggest that you get it, then when you've read it you'll know what I've said is just a teaser to leave you wanting. And last but not least, fuck Holly Johnson.
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What's On The Radio
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Bling in my caddy caddy that makes the ladies wild / I got swagger for days, I got charisma for miles / Got a palace in the hills, I got it all because I rap / I hustle *** for cash, I got a *** to push yo' wig back /Party party rock rock, party rock girls girls / Drink drink *** and a little bit of heartache / Fast cars, more girls, I'm in love (so in love) / Have you heard this song before? / Have you heard this one a thousand times?/ Baby, lady, call me crazy / Insane in the brain just because you made me / Hate me, in a way that I can't describe / I'm feeling kinda blue, kinda like your eyes / And I try so hard and I get so far / And I use clichés and now I'm a star / Are you still not sick of this, average lyricist / Spitting this filler ***/ Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell-me / What's on the radio today, today it's / Always always, always the same old song / Replayed over and over again
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Ultraviolet
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The subtle scent of *** seems to stain my sheets / And I bury my face in the smell when we sleep / She's something special, such a sweet delight / When she's not by my side she twists my insides / In knots. I kid you not / Soft to the touch, my erotic little *** / And we thrust like machines, we *** like we've been / Deprived of love and we live for *** scenes / And we *** under the blacklight (blacklight) / Every sense inflamed, embracing *** and violence / We wrote the book on *** up, I / Love the sickly sweet smell of ultraviolet / We show no restraint when pertaining to the flesh / I taste the absinthe and the cigarettes upon her warm breath / She bites neck, as I'm slipping - slipping off her dress / With a passion so intense that it rivals the oppressed / And that scent, it owns the air / Adult content under fluorescence / And we lust like lovers, above the covers / An intense feeling that we discovered
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A Lady Not A Girl
03:18
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She's so elegant and so eloquent / The redefining of the word perfection / She'll get in your head with everything she says / She'll give you an inferiority complex and / She's amazing and she knows it / If you've got it, you should flaunt it / She's everything I ever wanted / A lady not a girl / She's so dignified, she holds herself with pride / But you could never claim she's too uptight to / Let her hair down, or mingle with a crowd / She's got a smile warm enough to melt an ice cube / She's amazing and she knows it / If you've got it, you should flaunt it / She's everything I ever wanted / A lady not a girl / A vision of beauty, such a sight to behold, she's so / Perfect, simply astounding, gifted with grace, my heart's pounding
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I Hope You Choke
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I'm coming to conclusions that I'm probably horribly lacking in modesty. Sod it these are the bars of a prodigy. In all honesty, I don't know if it bothers me, as long as my oddysee isn't crashing on top of me. My words are my property and I run my monopoly properly to the point you wanna bottle or throttle me. There's no stopping me once I get on a roll, they say the devil's in the details and I'm selling my soul so, yo yo let me flow for a second, 'cause I reckon that this record is becoming my confession. This is me on default setting, getting epinephrine. Constructive criticism? Well I'm open to suggestions. There's a lesson that I ignored, I became what you abhor 'cause I was bored with all the weak-sauce songs I had before. And now the jaws all hit the floor, bitches be tripping that I grew a set of balls and stuck them in your face. I hope you choke on all that venom that you hold inside. I hope things get so bad that your one way out's suicide. I hope you heard this and your smile slips when you realise, you were never in my words 'cause you're not worth my time. I am not a hero and I'll never be an inspiration. But to claim that that's important is ignoring situations that you're faced with daily. For instance, you say save me to a God who states in text he's advocating slavery. But you can pick and choose what you want to ignore, in which case I can afford to start a cruisade or a holy war. I don't need to be adored, I would settle for applause, rather than you treating me like I caused your mum's menopause. Yes of course, I'm quite okay with being hated, so talk behind my back and say that Nate will never make it. Nate has got an ego, he is such a fake. Don't think for a second that you're keeping me awake 'cause if my name's on your lips then I'm doing it right. If I'm in your words then that's a sign that I am on your mind. And you'll find if you obsess enough you'll probably memorize every line, every rhyme and all I needed was a mic, right?
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Blacklight
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I awaken from a dream in which you're tauntine me with your agonizing extacy, you can take what's left of me. Something stirs inside my mind. Less a memory and more an echo. I never learned to let go, it's such a fucking mess though. We burned out under a blacklight. Every sense dulled, all emotion faded. We wrote the book on giving up. I can recall everything and I fucking hate it. We left a wake of shattered dreams, of violent love and silent screams. Such beautiful damage, then we fucked in the carnage. As far as bad ideas go, I can't bring myself to regret this. Pretend I never said this, but I'll never forget this
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Asylum
07:05
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They said that I was crazy on the day they admitted me, fed me handfulls of pills. Should've put me out my misery, 'cause locking me away? You've got to be kidding me, all these other inmates I'll abuse them all physically. Thought they'd never be rid of me, I'd been killing for years. Rapped up a body count of five guys and twenty girls, I killed all over the world under different names. You could call it bloodlust, I just can't resist a pretty face. It drives me insane until the point I get the shakes, then my vision goes black, I snap back, I'm in a lake of someone else's blood. I'd be afraid, but it feels good playing with their guts. I buried the rest in the woods. Then one day I got cocky, I did my hobby in my hometown, fourteen hours later police dogs tracked me down. The crime scene was described as horriffic and violent. They said they're taking me home, back to the asylum. Welcome to my home, if you can hear this know you're never leaving. Welcome to my hole, my hold, my sick psychotic fucked up feeling.
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