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RED SHOE CREW
02:14
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Lace ‘em up, my dude
Set your clocks for doom
We haven’t even begun, we are the ones
legend foretold of the coming and
Summing it up, we are the sun’s sons
Nothing is ever enough, humans are dumb
This is the summer of suffering
Summoning us, we are the sun’s sons
Check these sick
Crimson kicks
Made for gods
This summoning requires precision. Exactly it’s
Sock, sock, shoe, shoe
Now you will remember this time
Our March to November reduction of lives
Alright, we come in without a disguise
Our madder is madder no matter the size
You’ll see
We are committed to freeing
The time piece enslaved by the powers that be
You’ll see
We feature our feet shirts I mean,
We’re deriving the pigment from bigots and priests
You’ll fall-back
We spring- ahead
We, we are authentic and shred,
You, you are pathetic inbreds
Better dead are born from red
Or whatever the Misfits said
There’s nowhere to hide, they’re coming for you
No one survives from the red shoe crew
1:59 brings a scream
A minute til opening day for the team
Slippers of ruby come straight through your dome
Cuz I murdered this witch and then wished I was home
We haven’t even begun with the fun, my dude
And summing it up we are the sun’s son’s
The summer of suffering ends when the digits are set
Summoning us we are the sun’s son’s
No one can hide you
We’ll find you
It’s red shoe crew
Get your sneakers
On
Now I said
On
Right now
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HAWTHORNE YACHT CLUB
01:39
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Welcome aboard, bring your shortiest shorts
We got hella margaritas
Sailing the yard
Dealing the cards
Pouring it hard (dig it)
Put on the game
There’s no “lames” allowed
Welcome aboard, got both feet on the shore
Bottoms up
Raise your cup to the Hawthorne Yacht Club
I refuse to even look at a single DROP OF WATER til it’s bath time now let’s all get
SUN-FUCKED
Cuz we’ve got that Hawaiian print on deck, my son
And your captain’s dope as hell
A reverse Jesus, cuz I straight walk on lawns
And shoot refuse to sell
Forever anchored, lost at sea
(forever anchored, lost at sea)
Under this canopy we’re free
(under this canopy we’re free)
It’s sink or swim in this shit dawg
You need a shirt for your swig
Garcon, fill my Dixie cup with claw
(forever anchored, lost at sea)
We plant our flag and claim this lawn
(under this canopy we’re free)
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We must eviscerate
Annihilate
Refuse to simply lie and wait
Reduce these fascist fucks to paste
And then we’ll meet for chocolate shakes
Incinerate
Obliterate
Then serve their corpse on paper plates
Let’s BBQ and sing our songs
It’s Nazi killing summer, dawg
I wake up with a wink and gun, then blow a kiss to Mr. Sun
I slip into my kicking kicks and bigot-beating t shirt on
I’m super duper horny for reducing racist population
Let’s bust our justice-dealing nuts
Straight up erase them from life
Tossed in the grinder then Top Gun high fives
(ALRIGHT!) Left them for dead on the right
These hot summer days turn to antifa nights
Forced to their knees
Call the Boston market, we got proud boys on rotisserie
Forced to their knees
This service to community is our responsibility
I never seen a way to kill a Nazi I ain’t liked
Your kind has had your day, now these are our antifa nights
Punch, strike, beat, bend, break, maim, wreck, end (Don’t stop)
All gone
It’s Nazi killing summer, dawg
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Roll
See boys, isn't this nice?
Draw
And let the fates decide, this time
Now Roll
Doubles, come on
Roll
These rules are way too long, let‘s hurry it up! Just fucking
Draw
Welcome to this benevolent nightmare my friends, now it’s time you
Roll
Five of me enter the scene which is not looking good for dividing in teams
And I, for one, simply refuse to agree that this shit is as fun as it seems on TV
Watch out, the sorriest dude that you know
Is here checking perception and not passing go
You are pawns and I am the the master of games
Berating you senseless but still you came
See Me? I flip the table when you floop the pig
THIS SHIT IS RIGGED
Yeah, cuz the longest of roads begins burning the bridge
THIS SHIT IS RIGGED
Yeah, we’re shedding our blood for the crits
Yahtzee and that’s fucking domino, bitch!
I’m sending that candy ass back to its land
For I am the gatekeeper, heed my commands
Lose a turn, Life is cheap
You have earned, wood for sheep
SENT BACK TO START
RETRIEVE THE HEART
Good luck
Draw four fuck up
Friend-ship is sunk
Meet me outside the community chest, cuz I’ve settled and just Catan’t wait for your death
Good luck
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STLLIS(T)
02:53
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
This my JAM! MAN! AWWW! YEAH! (CRANK IT FAM!)
It’s summertime and you know what that means
Gonna head down to the beach, gonna do some beachy things
It’s summertime and it feels just right
Gonna gather all my friends and we’ll party through the night
It’s summertime lovin, lovin in the summer time
Lemonade and sand between my tootsies
Just be my babe and you can wear my hoodies
Let’s sit around the fire, we’ll make it an all-nighter
It’s summertime, I’m chilling with my homies
We’ll throw a killer party that’s righteous and it’s gnarly
And then we’ll hold hands by the guacamole
We ain’t with the fall
We ain’t with the spring
We ain’t with the cold
You know what I mean?
Dog I feel it
It’s summertime and I just can’t wait
Gonna call you on the phone, gonna take you on a date
It’s summertime and I hope you like steak
Gonna take you to a restaurant and eat enough fillet
It’s summertime and when dinner’s done
Gonna take you to the club, gonna dance and have some fun
It’s summertime and when end is near
Gonna pull you very close, and whisper “let’s get out of here”
SOLID BOLD
SUMMERTIME
SUM-MERTIME
IT’S SUMMER TIME
LOVING
SUMMERTIME
IT’S SUMMERTIME
AND I’M LOVIN IT
Aw snap, aw snap
Come to our macaroni party and we’ll take a nap
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DR. BLEAK Des Moines, Iowa
DR. BLEAK is a one-man, DIY, experimental speed-punk project that ranges in genre from "math-thrash" to "surf-grind" composed by Charles Taylor.
DR. BLEAK is the purity of Hell.
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