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Kill Test Cult
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Kill Test Cult. Sign right up. We need volunteers to turn into mulch. Kill Test Cult. Big thumbs up. Guaranteed positive test results. Kill Test Cult. We got that supertouch. Chances are we got too much. Kill Test Cult. Put your hands up if you want to push the grass up. Kill Test Cult. Show us love. Shove gasoline and fireworks way up your butt. Kill Test cult. Let’s be blunt. Noonch noonch noonch Cremation. I am the master of the cult. Remember this face. Whenever you see cult you will see this face. I make that shit work. No-one rolls a cult like me. Not this little fuck. None of you little fucks out there. I am the cult commander and when it comes down to business. This is what I do. Kill Test Cult. Just for fun we keep body parts unrefrigerated in the trunk. Kill Test Cult. Test your luck. Just try it once. Should be about enough. Kill Test Cult. Give your trust. All your fate are belong to us. Kill Test Cult. It takes guts as entrance fee to bring in a bucket. I see you all at the end of the fork you are that naked lunch. I am the ventriloquist’s asshole. You know the one that developed sort of teethlike little raspy incurving hooks and started eating. It’s a shlupping sound. Don’t be foolish. If you got any life in you left, lose it. Kill Test Cult gives no fucks whether you got life insurance or not.
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Echo Chamber
02:29
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Fear and hatred in the echo chamber. Suffocate in the echo chamber. When the algorithm grabs you by the collar and it drags you into the palace of mirrors all you see and hear is reflections of your one and only opinion with no criticism. Shielded off from logic and reason. Confirmation bias. Constantly repeating small minded hard liners with belief systems so tiny you couldn’t fit a needle. Sitting in a box hiding in the corner. Hands over ears. Eyes closed. Nothing new gets through. No question is asked. If you want something to chew you pull it out of your ass. Fear and hatred in the echo chamber. Suffocate in the echo chamber. Fake news. Post truth. Locked into a closed loop. Birds of a feather flock together and all tweet the same clusterfucking eachother. No number to call a plumber to drain the pipes of your plugged up filter bubble. Simply swallow that same old blubber from that dirty funnel. You love it. Down in that tunnel, dumb and dumber and dig deeper still to dismiss that rebuttal. Pre-emptive distrust - pre-emptive disgust for anyone or thing different than "us”. Preaching to the choir while you and all of them liars.
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Yannick used to be a bully back in school. A pestering, garbagemouth goon. An irritating dipshit. a bigot. Picking on the weak and anybody different. Said he had an uncle in the police force And that he didn’t know what else to go do but join too so went to do the tests but failed them. More IQ you find in a swine’s anus. But his uncle chugged a cup of the captain’s jizz, Gluk Gluk and hup they welcomed the nephew in. No matter how bad the exams they let him pass And they handed that crass bastard a gun and a badge. A dumbass with a gun and a badge. Maddafakking bastards with maddafakking badges. When he wiggles into a uniform he thinks he’s special like a unicorn but really he is still just that stupid boy doing like before, brute force. So when he sees a guy who’s skin is black, tells him to relax with a knee in his neck. Chokes him the fuck out until he is fucking dead and then pretends to do a reanimation attempt. Can’t spell his name but has to write a report to cover up all he did wrong. It was that man’s own fault to turn into a corpse. Whatever. they don’t give a shit in court. Because it never sticks when it’s took to trial. Not when they sit on a man’s chest with six in a pile while they dance the Macarena and “sieg heil”. Not when they lie there was a knife to explain why. Not when just “aiming for the tires” but instead shot a toddler in the eye. Not when they ram into a youth on a motorbike. Not when two of them rape a girl and all know about it but decide to look the other side. Not when they ask for an ID card but then panic about what it’ll be and point blank four shots are fired. I can go on with this shitlist all night. What? Until the sky falls down.
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Kill Testicles
02:11
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Bust! Strip! Slush! What’s up, doc! Grab your blade and chop those fuckers off. Done with implementing any of the chromosomes. Biomachine architects I want all dethroned. Mother Nature liquidated she got me by the balls. Syringe and scalpel in that ballsack. Snipping and slashing in that ballsack. Cutting and carving in that ballsack. Grab! Smash! Splat! Gimme a dose of ketamine and snap crackle pop! Put the spurts of genomes to a dead stop. Enough of that offspring to string the fuck along. Not burn but blow bridge up utterly destroy. As a quick reminder of that rudimental call I keep them on the mantle piece pickled in a jar. Like the hunting trophy scalp of some ancient foe. But in the end I still draw the shortest straw in that age old war.
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Bored To Death
03:33
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In mind crushing routine. I feel caught in a trap. All is grey and bleak. It makes me so depressed. Slumping through the motions. It causes me distress. It smothers the spirit. I’m bored to death. All this boring shit. Is there something more out there because if not why the fuck would I care. The systematic hussle. A total hell. Drained out. Emptied. Ghost in the shell. I want to walk on sunshine but got broken legs. I scream about the pain the hate to no effect. A sticky tight squeeze nestles on the neck. I’m turning purple. I’m bored to death. But where it can not run blood creeps. Like no elastic? Take a leap of faith and bungee. Always dive in head first - missing front teeth - To fight to take what isn’t mine. Frontier. Battlescars raw deal Fuck it. Gotta push it through the hard way like tough shit. Escape from Alcatraz the game - Jumanji. Stomp out the dullness and get funky. Eee malaka I’m on some dumb shit. Without it I would break down. Just simply crumbling so I keep the focus razor and I do that pompshit so that before boredom kills me the good times will.
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Career Suicide
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He seated in the parliament of Hungary in a party full of right-wing fascists calling homosexuals "crooks" and refugees "faggots" with a salary up to Saturn until the pigs busted up an orgy in a Brussels mansion. He tried to climb down a rainpipe halfnaked X pills in his backpack and just wildly jabbering to cops about his job, about his status, but didn’t bring cash with so he couldn’t bribe them on the spot. They started laughing and told the press exactly what had happened: twenty men tangled up in anal interactions. Dropping his name on a silver platter. He resigned the day after, so his fraction didn’t have to sack him, apologizing to his wife and family. A real career suicide classic almost as funny as that mayor of Toronto turned crackhead or that manager who didn’t think his camera wasn’t off in a team meeting video call and started jacking it. But the playboy if he went home he would be captured, ravished and have a fatal accident.
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Organ Failure
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Alcoholism. Organ failure. The bottle and I got acquainted. We got long relations. Relationship intoxicating. Bad habits I can’t break them. Die hard. Zombie nation. Can’t walk straight. I seem disabled. Mind lost. getting insaner. Attitude total mayhem. Fucking shipwreck. Drunken sailor. Kill em all. Drowning braincells. Tough spirits. Alligator. I bet I drink you under the table. Quit that shit that’s a fable. Acting out all shameless. It’s got me good like I’m chained up. Intestine’s kill test. It’s a slow death. I’m pretty sure nobody notices. Liver looks like sun-dried tomato. Doctor says organ failure. I better stop but unable. Withdrawal too painful. Trash gutter. I’m so wasted. Twelve steps. I need placement. They can’t get me. It’s too abrasive. Moodswinging so dangerous. Pinned to the bar like a staple. Huge tab I can’t pay for. I had a job. I got laid off for fucking up expectations. Passed out on the pavement. In a clinic when I wake up. Big gash. Tore my face up. I need stitches like a tailor.
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Macho Murder
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Female human being but to me a femme fatale. I see her as an object for me to vandalize. I need complete power over her body and her mind. I can’t help myself I have to terrorize. I can’t stand her moving I want her tranquilized. I hunt her down like a poison dart. If she tries to run she won’t get far. One word of backtalk that bitch gonna die. Macho murder. Femicide. Not a fucking shizo. No little weirdo. But I can see her think it. She stabs me in the ego. She wants her life. Her choice. Her freedom. All that shit makes me want to cry like a seagull. Goddamn fucking hell she’s getting on my nerves. I have to teach her. She has to learn that I’m her master. She has to serve. Because the way she acts it brings out the worst. I reach into the toolbox to feel like a man and crack her skull open with a big fucking hammer. It’s true what they say they belong in the kitchen so I shoved her in the oven after I cut her into pieces.
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Blood Like Water
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Hack. Thousand of people hacked to pieces with axes in the Horn of Africa. Mountains of people hacked to pieces with axes in the Horn of Africa. On top of a plague of locusts and viral disease spreading army troops and militia men are ordered to slaughter whoever with gigantic machetes. Blood like water. She saw the flow, fled and said. Blood like water. Ethnic cleansing for differences so irrelevant they make termites look like elephants. Red hot dictatorship springs up before a spatter lands.
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Cliffhanger
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Grip until you slip. Dangling over the edge on the last shred of tattered nail. A little breeze means your grave but the view.. magnificent, ain’t it? Dazzlingly high up there. Vultures circling and smelling prey. The last drop of strength leaks from the muscles. Rockbottom is near. Somehow that monkey on your back Is pulling at your legs. Still dangling over the edge On the lastest shred of tattered nail. A little sneeze means your grave but the panorama.. magnificent, ain’t it? Daringly high up there. Vultures circling and smelling prey. The last spark of strength beams through the muscles. Rockbottom is near. Cliffhanger.
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