1. |
ACME I
01:17
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2. |
Optimistic Nihilist
03:58
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The scientists claim we came from a big bang
How something comes from nothing can’t be explained
The universe ever expanding
Beyond human understanding
Or maybe we’re inane can’t tap into our brains
Where the fuck did we come from?
Well I don’t even know what the fuck I am
Is there some deeper meaning I missed?
Or is this just a chaotic mess
Where the fuck is the mothership?
The preachers say we came from the father, most high
An egomaniac shy guy in the sky
A psychopath with a master plan
That gives credence to the sins of man
For us to survive animals must violently die
What a brilliant design!
Alien slaves trapped inside a dome
We don’t really exist but at least we’re not alone
Cheap laughs, cheap thrills
Tick tock the clock, a countdown to nihil
Tick tock the clock, time went straight to hell
I lay down, I get up
I’m turned on, I jerk off
My existence is pure emptiness
I am a child of god
Reproduce like rats, we eat, fuck, and shit
The academics read too much into it
A glass of wine with Oprah is a mindless task
I’ll sum it up for you, you’re defined by race and class
I know truly in my heart
My soul will be released like a fart
Optimistic nihilist
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3. |
Lipstick on a Pig
04:53
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Life is like a box of chocolates
You follow the guide provided
Still get the one no one wanted
Toffee rotting out your teeth
Mouthful of cavities
Cracker Jack digging inside it
No peanuts or no fun prizes
Swallowing crumbs your throat itches
On the box you should be warned
A lot of filler popcorn
Bad breath Tic Tac halitosis
Kiss after peppers and sausage
Whitening toothpaste gingivitis
Cigarette and coffee stains
Smile through wincing pain
Rose scented public bathroom stall
Shit smeared on the seat, hate speech on the wall
Smoke and mirrors, coddled by illusion
A cherry oak cushioned coffin
Decomposition
Life is like a box of chocolates
Some sweet, some bitter and salted
Crack a tooth when they are malted
Super glue type caramel
Gonna need a root canal
Life is a turd you can’t polish
It circles round after you flush
Dead bird in hand, died in the bush
Shaven corpse, a beautiful wig
Lipstick on a pig
Perfect plastic skin mannequin
Bra and panties made of lace
But it has no head and isn’t for sale anyway
She paints her face with softest color
To hide hard lines, time has defied her
Stockings and heals make all the heads turn
Covering the bruising and razor burn
Eye shadow and the longest lashes
Black bags, cataracts, and red blemishes
Her breasts pushed up, exposing cleavage
Unsnapped they sag, the lie deflated
I am disgusted by what’s seductive
False advertisement
Contaminated
Lipstick on a pig
Life is like a box of chocolates
You know exactly what you’ll get
A ripped open heart with the best pieces taken out of it
A giant birthday cake
The children shout
Happy Birthday, Daddy
A crack whore pops out
She’s so pretty
I'm a dirty pig
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4. |
16-Bit Piece of Shit
05:14
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Here’s to simpler times, high five
Slap my neon Hypercolor tee
Come with me back to the 90s!
It was the summer of ‘93
A hacky sack flapped against my JNCO jeans
Stuck on level 8 of Super Mario 3
All my friends are making fun of me
Not because I suck at games, but because I’m behind
In a console war I’m a senator’s son, I’m sitting on the sideline
Still playing this 8-bit piece of shit like its 1989
Gotta make the switch, Sega Genesis in a new compact design
Genesis does what Nintendon’t
Genesis does what Nintendon’t, no, no, no
I felt like a loser so I made a plan
I traded my Nintendo to the crooks at FuncoLand
I plugged the AV cables into the back of the TV
I popped in Disney’s Aladdin, I’d swear I was watching the movie
Wow the graphics, oh the speed
Sonic flies across the screen high on PCP
Steve Urkel was on the cartoon show
Mario was Captain Lou Albano
Wait, did I make the wrong purchase?
Should I have went for the SNES?
Oh hell no
I want the blood, I want the guts
This isn’t Romper Room, its gruesome blood sport
Give me more pixelated gore
But Mario lives inside my soul
You play one Sonic game, you’ve played them all
America became Donkey Kong Country
It bonked Sega out of the game like TurboGrafx-16
Yoshi’s gonna chew you up and shit you out
Genesis does what Nintendon’t
But Genesis sucks compared to Super Nintendo
32X and Sega CD lead to biblical atrocity
Beware thou enemies thy do not know
For Xbox and PlayStation stole thine show
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5. |
Fear Not
05:06
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Fear not, for I am with you
Don’t be dismayed, for I am your god
Crippling pain
Pills will save you, save you
Chained to the drain
Unclog the fog
You’ll break through, break through
Bad luck, a fuck up
A little demon smirks
Throw a monkey wrench into the works
Driving on the highway in the dark heavy rain
No white lines, a blinding gleam, don’t be afraid
Refuse to die in this place this way
Keep moving ‘til you see the light of day
Sleeping safe in bed wrapped up in soothing rain
Awakened by a strange sound, don’t be afraid
Refuse to die in this place this way
Get up and fight to slay another day
Pain in arm
Sound the alarm heartbeat, heartbeat
Freaky anxiety
Repeat after me, just breathe, just breathe
There’s a monkey on my back, he’s a pain in my ass
I throw a monkey wrench into the works
There’s a monkey on my back, have fun smelling my ass
Throw a monkey wrench into the works
Be gone, fuck off Satan
Christ
Died
Rise
I don’t need this shit today
I’m not gonna die in this place this way, no not today
Hell awaits since the day you were born, grab the devil by the horns
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6. |
Stand Up
03:50
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Have you seen all these wacky potato chip flavors they have now? Mozzarella sticks, dill pickles, all this shit. If you want fucking mozzarella sticks just buy mozzarella sticks. Just buy what the fuck you want. What are we that bored we gotta switch everything up constantly? We don’t have enough fucking food in this goddamn country, we gotta start playing games with it?
Is it me, am I the asshole?
I’m all for paying people a living wage, I really am. But is it too much to ask of these cashiers that they could at least fucking say hello to you, make eye contact with you. I know people breaking their fucking ass, sweating their balls off making 15 dollars an hour. All you gotta do is throw a couple fucking bananas in a bag. You think you could at least acknowledge my existence you little shit.
I’m not mad enough for this world
Have you ever seen these motorized fucking shopping carts anywhere else except Wal-Mart? Because I haven’t. What the fuck do these people do when they have to go anywhere else? Do you see people being fucking carried around like they’re injured soldiers? Hanging off fucking people’s shoulders? Somehow they can magically walk then. Those fucking carts are like a goddamn magnet for people to be lazy pieces of shit.
Twelve dollars for a sandwich, no fries, nothing. You think to yourself what is there a fucking celebrity chef back there? High school dropout walks out of the kitchen, scratching his nasty ass beard, fucking tattoo of a cock on his hand. Everybody wants a tip for every fucking thing now. I drive all the way down to the restaurant, she thinks she should get a fucking tip for giving you a plastic bag and a fork.
I’m a little self-conscious about my body. And I went for a check-up, and I take off all my clothes. Next thing you know the doctor starts throwing dollar bills at me. I say, “what the hell are you doing?” He says, “you got a nice pack of titties on you there honey.” I said, “yea, well go fuck yourself.” He says, “yea, I’ll do that, right after I put my finger up your ass. Isn’t that what you’re here for?”
I’m not crazy enough, dumb enough for this world
Hey Doc, I came here for an ear infection.
It’s crazy. It’s insanity. It’s madness. It’s not good.
Hey thanks for calculating this fucking gratuity for me on the receipt, but can I possibly get some service to go along with that? At this point can I just fucking take it to go?
Do you have to be a drug addict to work at Dunkin’ Donuts?
Hey dipshit, you want to stop flirting with the cashier for a second and make sure all those cold items are bagged together. I don’t feel like doing a fucking scavenger hunt when I get home.
You trying to check my prostate or the back of my throat?
You guys want the mozzarella sticks that taste like potato chips or the potato chips that taste like mozzarella sticks?
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7. |
ACME II
02:46
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8. |
Cancer Culture
03:57
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You woke up, were you offended by the sheets, you fuck
Turned hard right cuz you shit in your tighty whities
Alex Jones and QAnon are retarded
Don’t have a meltdown snowflakes, there’s no better word for it
The world is more than what you read in a book, you fuck
The world is more, learn to read, open a book, you fuck
Forgive me I must have misspoken, I’m not good linguistics
I believe the proper pronoun is retard-it
No sense of humor
No sense of shame
You should love each other
You’re both to blame
Cancer culture, social justice chemotherapy
Overexposure killing everything
Fuck your flag
I’d like to see your stupid fatass try to stomp my ass
Sorry warriors of mommy’s basement
I meant mentally and physically disadvantaged
One side claims everyone has bad intentions
The other side hates everyone as a deflection
Everyone needs to just stay the hell off social media
Post a picture of your goddamn kid, tell us what meal kit you made for dinner,
and shut the fuck up
Oh, did I offend you?
Can’t please them all
Oh, did I offend you?
I’m the asshole
Cancel me
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9. |
Hot Tomalley
04:04
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Oh, the young lovers
Sit down, have some fresh lobster
It’s so fucking delicious
Some of us will end up on a douchebag’s yacht
Some of us will end up in a chain restaurant
Some of us served cold mixed with mayonnaise
Some of us served hot with butter glaze
We’ll all be together, stacked up on each other
An orgy porno at the local grocery store-o
Boiling water, I’m forced to dive
I’m being cooked alive
Maybe this will be you in the next life
If I was only able
These motherfuckers got me restrained
Steaming red, I scream in pain
How I wish I was under the sea in Maine
If I was only able to turn the picnic table
I’d get these rubber bands off my claws
Cut off your balls
Caught in a trap, now Andes plane crash cannibal
Death row in a clam shack, I could have been immortal
Before I die, look in my eyes, I’ll piss in your face
I hope your lazy ass eats the shit in my veins
Lobsta chowda
Lobster bisque
Tie that bib around your neck tighter, bitch
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10. |
Hard Drive
04:12
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Watch your step, my desktop’s a mess
Folders store stress
Hoarding
Try to keep clean, fail miserably
Call A & E
Slimy
Worms in the ground, worm in the cloud
Hard drive
Crashed, hacked, shot, shut down
Encrypted emotion, upgrades aggression
The love I send, never opened
Thrown in trash bin
Download
Hate to my device, I’ll win this fight
All bark no byte
Trusted
Data with you, you sold me too
Facebook-like used
Stolen
Identity threat, wide open dead
Software
Phishing, spying, fucking with my head
The last attempt that I could make
My system access has been locked out
Froze in a disabled state
My thoughts are silent shouts
Shut up
So much I can take
I’ve run out of space
Horny women, live on webcam
Send me a DM
Warning
Your bank account balance is low
Below zero
Chosen
Get rich quick Nigerian prince
Spam, scam, link, click
Virus
I’m lagging now, wheel spins around
Hard drive
Crashed, hacked, shot, shut down
My motherboard is fried
I feel my anger rise
Gonna blow a fuse and lose my mind
Pop
Nothing left to take
My memory erased
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11. |
Weirdo Man
04:59
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Weirdo Land, a place my mind goes
Weirdo Man, imaginary hero
Eccentric child, think big, create a story
A pretend palace, worshipped and loved
Weirdo Land, a place where I’m known
Weirdo Man, imaginary hero
Friends were excited then to play in my folklore
When I was left alone, my mind was enough
Erratic man, anger was my catalyst
No matter how loud, no one hears empty words
Over many years my angst turned to sadness
I have nothing else to offer the world
Weirdo Land, I’m never alone
Weirdo Man, imaginary hero
Everyone has died or gone away
I couldn’t wait to leave, be on my own
Ostracized, no place to call my home
I couldn’t wait to grow up and be a man
I’m still that boy wandering in Weirdo Land
Leave me alone
God works in mysterious ways
I’m all alone
God works in maleficent ways
I couldn’t wait for their questioning to end
Yet here I wait for their answers to begin
Left here alone talking to myself
And even he is keeping to himself
Rode my bike on a secret dirt path
Back then hard to be alone
Now that trail is covered in grass
It’s all gone away
I catch a whiff of my grandmother’s kitchen in the strangest place
And it takes me back a lifetime away
I missed your funeral to be with a girl
The same one you said on your deathbed would never leave my side
Well, she’s gone
Everyone has died or gone away
I remember when I cared for something
I remember those careless nights
I remember being full of passion
I remember those passionate fights
Weirdo Land, a place that time stole
Weirdo Man, another dead hero
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12. |
Tartarus
03:33
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Here at Tartarus prison, we believe in rehabilitation
The front gate states the fact
Our mottos on the plaque
The only healing path
Is a trail of pain forced upon you
The same way you put others through
No toilet, only a sink in their cell
So when brushing teeth their own shit they’ll smell
The rapists will be raped
With splintered wooden stakes
The guards don’t take a break
They’re as demented as you
Reward for good behavior
You get to be you again and murder other prisoners
A Ritz cracker, one sip of water
You made the choice
Tartarus
Bon appetit, morceau de merde
That’s all you’ll get to eat this year
Now pay the price
Tartarus
Free the drug addicts, kill the dealers
Hang the white collar tax evaders
Before you raped and killed those kids
You should have figured this out
Should have got yourself some help
Or better yet put a bullet in your mouth
Crucify him!
Order in the court! Where is your humanity?
There will be no more death, we are a civilized society
You bound and tortured your victims
I hereby sentence you
To a life of experimentation
This court is adjourned, fuck you
The KKK, Westboro Baptists
Violent gangs, domestic terrorists
Pedophiles get crocodile conjugal visits
Tartarus
Solitary confined, duct tape around your head
This is hell, not a gym membership
Every day choked to brink of death and revived
Tartarus
Eat up, you piece of shit
Merci beaucoup for my cracker
Your soul may belong to Jesus, but your ass belongs to every maniac in this joint
Hey boys, check out this honey
Aren’t you that pencil dick that shot up that school?
Come here you little bitch
Tartarus
Starve
Die
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13. |
ACME III
01:10
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