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Lyrics:
None
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2. |
X-Week
00:48
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Lyrics:
Priests fucking in the street
Rape everyone you see
Murder with no remorse
Cannibalistic whores
Giant satanic cock
Killing of the son of God
People run around on fire
No one gives a shit at all
Fuck your shitty human morals
Nothing matters next week
I think it’s time for sacrifice
The culling of the meek
No one inherits the earth
There is no final rebirth
Nothing exists after this
No one needs to give a shit!
It’s motherfucking x-week!
It’s motherfucking x-week!
It’s motherfucking x-week!
It’s motherfucking x-week!
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3. |
Coexistence Is Futile
03:12
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Lyrics:
Well the Rich hate the poor
And the middle class
The whites hate the browns
And the blacks
The libertarians all hate the tax
And no one likes each other
The Christians hate the muslims
And the atheists
The muslims hate the Jews
And the atheists
And the atheists are edgelords on the internet
And no one likes each other
Coexistence is futile
Resistance and denial
Why try to live together now?
Coexistence is futile
We've tried it for a while
Let's just kick everyone who’s different out!
The commies hate the fashies
And the currency
The Nazis hate the non-whites
And the anarchy
The politicians hate the poor
And the enemies
And no one likes each other
The memelords hate the normies
And the edgy bois
And the weebs like all their waifus and their
Dick-girl toys
And the edgelords all go shoot up all the
Girls and boys
And no one likes each other
Coexistence is futile
Resistance and denial
Why try to live together now?
Coexistence is futile
We've tried it for a while
Let's just kick everyone who’s different out!
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4. |
Bleep Bloop
04:08
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Lyrics:
I come to life
Born of machinery
I am a mechanical man
Created artificially
I was designed
In a laboratory
I am a robotic life form
Designed by robotic means
My creator
Was a human scientist
He built me in his workshop
And gave me all of this
Here I was formed
Out of pieces of this
Synthetic scientific place
I was created
And to greet you
I say bleep bloop
I’m pleased to meet you-
I say bleep bloop
To say goodbye
I say bleep bloop
To say goodnight
I say bleep boop
I learned of you
Of all of human life
My creator taught me all
To know about your kind
I learned of war
I learned of peace
I learned of art and artists
Of music and machines
About this war
About humans’ fights
I am fascinated by it all
It brings a new light
I think it all
Deserves to be tried
I’ll give my best effort
Let’s see what’s it like when humans all die!
And to destroy you
I say bleep bloop
Eviscerate you
I say bleep bloop
Burn down your cities
I say bleep bloop
To dig you mass graves
I say bleep boop
[I will kill every last one of you fuckers]
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Lyrics:
Wal ah was caught unawares out in th' wilderness
Ah was out shootin' varmints wif mah redneck friends
We was ackin' all no'mal, pretendin' t'be straight
When a raccoon scooted at me an' fuckin' punched me in th' brains
Ah fell right down a mountainside fum mah rural southern home
Into a patch of cackus weed an' old discarded blow
Th' raccoon tumbled down af'er me, he lan'ed on mah face
Luckily ah had mah shotgun, so ah blew him clean away
But then some dirty mexicans came out fum behind th' trees
Might haf been apaches, doesn’t mean a fuck t'me
They were carryin' rifles an' dressed like cartel guys
Ah rushed them wif mah tresty colleckshun of various huntin' knives
One came at me wif a tomahawk, an' believe me ah got him good
But befo'e he died he slashed right through mah leg right whar ah stood
Af'er ah killed t'other two, ah thunk t'use moonshine
To cauterize th' woun' befo'e ah jest up an' died
Luckily fo' me it wawked, an' ah set about gittin' back up
To mah house befo'e th' Nascar race started up above
Ah made a ladder outta rope ah took fum th' mexicans
But befo'e ah c'd complete it ah had t'fight ten sco'pions
When all of thet was said an' done, an' th' ladder was completed
Ah thunk at fust mah inergy had finally been depleted
But ah remembered mah sister was back up in mah house
An' ah climbed right up thet ladder, jest like ah larned in th' scouts
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6. |
The 27th Coming
02:20
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Lyrics:
He was born as a man so he could die for our sins
And then three days later he rose up again
But all too soon, he had to head
Up to his home in heaven, but he said he'd be back again
And he did! He returned, and we were all overjoyed
When he took all the good little girls and boys
Up to his mansion in heaven with him
And he said that he'd soon be back again
Well he kept his word, and repeated his shtick,
And then he kept coming back every now and again
Until the people stopped caring and ignored him at last
And then he said that only once more would he come back
Well, he came back packing heat
He came back loaded to the teeth
He came back for revenge
God’s son, the revenant!
He said “I preach these words unto thee, the stupid unwashed masses-
I've come down from heaven to kick all you motherfuckers’ asses
I've got guns and knives and bombs, and god’s final truth is
That this used to be salvation, now it's a fucking execution!”
The survivors rose up from the ashes, said “that was really something”
They'd never forget the painful deaths on the 27th Coming...
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7. |
Yay.
00:06
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Lyrics:
Yay.
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8. |
Klezmer Interlude #1
01:44
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Lyrics:
None.
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9. |
47 Shooters
01:19
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Lyrics:
November twenty second
Nineteen sixty three
In the middle of Dallas Texas
Frame three hundred thirteen
The president was murdered
In broad daylight
Oswald was arrested
But before he could testify
He was shot in the street
Like he had done to the president
Now you see, it couldn't have
Been done by only him
There were 47 shooters
There were 47 shooters
There were 47 shooters
There were 47 shooters
10 from the mob, 15 communists
5 Cuban exiles that didn't exist
2 flying saucers and 10 fucking Ghosts
And the whole secret service decided to unload
There were 47 shooters
There were 47 shooters
There were 47 shooters
There were 47 shooters
10 from the mob, 15 communists
5 Cuban exiles that didn't exist
2 flying saucers and 10 fucking Ghosts
And the whole secret service decided to unload
There were 40 thousand shooters
There were 15 million shooters
There were 7 billion shooters
Everyone was a shooter that day
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10. |
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Lyrics:
Well, I was walking, I was walking one day
When I saw the baby by the way
I shoved him over, and he cried
We all go a bit wrong sometimes
Well, I was walking, I was walking by a stream
When I saw a young couple living the dream
I yelled a rude comment about the man's size
We all go a bit wrong sometimes
Well, I was walking, I was walking through the town
When I saw a young bride in her wedding gown
I ran right up to her and I punched her in the eyes
We all go a bit wrong sometimes
Well, I was walking, I was walking on home
When I saw a guy who was walking alone
I pulled out my revolver and shot him and he died
We all go a bit wrong sometimes
Well, I was walking, I was walking along
When I saw a crowd of schoo... school...
*Josh get's confused and thinks he screwed up the line*
Well, I was walking, I was walking along
When I saw a crowd of school children on a lawn
I set them all on fire and laughed as they cried
We all go a bit wrong sometimes
Well, I was walking, I was walking by the den
When I saw a nice building full of all these orphans
So I called the president for an orbital strike
We all go a bit wrong sometimes
That was Josh Towns and Aidan Robinson performing We All Go A Bit Wrong Sometimes
*Breathing*
I can’t whistle! Whoo!
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11. |
Good 'Ol Charlie Manson
02:24
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Lyrics:
A boy born on the run
One place to another
Guitar in his hand
Father and mother
Sent him away
Because he had a dream
To institutions
Where he pleaded and screamed
He never was happy contained
So they all called him insane
Locked him up where he couldn't be free
He just couldn't get them to see
Eventually made his way out
Found others who thought like he did
Expanded his mind
Took the whole world in
Let go of his society
Watched the colors of the air
But society couldn't let him
Just live without a care
He never was happy contained
So they all called him insane
Locked him up where he couldn't be free
He just couldn't get them to see
He struck out
At society
He dealt them
A blow
They had called him names
Cast him out
Made him fend for his own
But now that he was happy
They just couldn't let him be
So he had a few people killed
To try and make them see
Now he's locked up forever
He never could make them all see
Good ol Charlie Manson
He finally got to be free
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12. |
White Boyz In Da Hood
03:04
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Lyrics:
Honda civic in your hood (yuh!)
Give your bitch my five inch wood (what?)
We be comin wit da Mac (Mac!)
Show up at school like crack crack crack (crack crack!)
Ridin in my golf cart down the middle of the street (street!)
Watching little kids and beatin my meat (my meat!)
White boyz, white boyz, in da hood
Fuckin yo hoes just like we should
Play yo bitch just like lacrosse (woo!)
2 GPA straight like a boss (boss!)
Suburban Privilege driving down
Dartmouth crackers in your town (represent!)
Give support to Donald Trump
Bitch pull up, copped my dad’s pump (pump)
White boyz white boyz in da hood
Fuckin yo hoes just like we should
I just made a couple bands (woo!)
Kill the browns, Afghanistan (yeah!)
I did 3 years for statutory rape
But now I run a store that sells vape (vape!)
I jacked a stack of cash and jumped in my dad’s boat
My bitch was in the backseat so I nutted down her throat (throat!)
White boyz white boyz in da hood
Fuckin yo hoes just like we should
.6k on a pair of bron bron kicks (kicks!)
Slide my dick between the titties of some fatass picks (oo!)
I’m like nascar cause I got lit tracks (lit!)
You can see me from space, wearing my shorts and snap backs
All the haters hunting me cause they can smell my axe (ooh!)
Pull apart that bitches lips and eatin my snacks
White boyz white boyz in da hood
Fuckin yo hoes just like we should
Spent 10k on League of Legends
Black spray paint, now my airsoft ready
Tell all my homies about communism
Get drunk on Budweiser and Jenkem
Only ever listen to Post Malone
Got a platinum and cum encrusted apple phone
New model on my dad’s paycheck
My aunt and my mom are the same shit! (My aunt and my mom are the same shit!)
Blacks all avoid my direction, ay
Acne makes up my complexion, ay
Children give me an erection, ay
I've never talked to a Mexican, ay
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13. |
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Lyrics:
Never fit into German society
So he thought he'd go join the KGB
Maybe they could help him find a place
But all he got was shipped away
To Espoo, Finland
To live in normalcy
He lived relatively faceless
But he saw a girl coming down his street
She always passed him by
Maybe it was his age, maybe his fucking crazy eyes
But one day he decided he
Would take her life away in secrecy
Hans Assman
Hans Assman
Hans Assman, Assman, Assman
Hans Assman
Hans Assman
Hans Assman, Assman
Later he grew dissatisfied
With only having taken one life
So he took a short walk away
To the nearby lake
Campers at lake Bodom
Two dudes and two chicks
Hans crept up behind their tent
And stabbed 3 to death
One survivor, but Hans was never caught
He had an alibi, solid as rock
So I guess this all just speculation
But wouldn't you kill too if you had the name
Assman
Hans Assman
Hans Assman, Assman, oh, Assman
Hans Assman
Hans Assman
Hans Assman, Assman, Assman
Ass-man
Yes I know it's pronounced Assman
But I don't care
Cause it’s funnier for a famous uncaught killer
Fucking Ass-man
Hans Assman
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14. |
Unimaginably Heavy
02:46
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Lyrics:
WE ONLY KNOW ONE NOTE
NO, WAIT, HERE’S A NEW ONE
UNIMAGINABLY HEAVY
UNIMAGINABLY HEAVY
3, 2, 1 MOSH
MONGO METAL
MONGO METAL MOTHERFUCKER
MONGO METAL
MONGO METAL MOTHERFUCKER
WE ONLY KNOW ONE NOTE
NO, WAIT, HERE’S A NEW ONE
UNIMAGINABLY HEAVY
UNIMAGINABLY HEAVY
3, 2, 1 MOSH
MOSH
MOSH
MOSH
MOSH
MOSH
MOSH
MOSH
MOSH
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15. |
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Lyrics:
Erreesh
Son, you have to keep it down in here, your mom’s having her book club downstairs and we can hear you fapping.
Excuse moi? Mon ami, mon amour? You come in here saying you’re my dad? With your yee-yee ass nappy ass fucking haircut, my shoes cost more than your fucking rent, and you’re out here saying, oh, you’re my father? You’re my genetics? How dare you? I fucked your wife bitch! I’m your dad! I… I realize that doesn’t work, but you understand what I’m saying, right?
First of all-
It was your mother! Reverse or- reverse roles. I- it was me and your mother. I am your father. Don’t even come here disrespecting me. Die, please! No one wants you.
Ok, first of all, I know you have no idea what any of those french words mean, and two of them aren’t even real. Second of all, you’re about thirty years younger than me, so how, please, explain to me how you are my father. And also-
Excuse- excuse moi, me llamo Jeff, uh, je m'appelle your mom, bitch.
I was there when my, when your mom pushed you out of her vagina, I saw the whole thing. Please explain to me how that happened in some other order.
Bitch, you read books?
I do read books.
What, what’s wrong with you? What’s with the fucking questions? Why you need to know information like “oh, look at me, I’m, I’m Aidan Robinson’s dad, or not, possibly”
Aside: May, may I just say that this man is probably not my father.
“Look at me, I like absorbing information through text and other… means.”
Look, I know, I know you didn’t pay attention in Biology class, but this is not how things work.
Bitch I know more about biology than you do, I know the biology of deez nuts!
What’s this?
*zip*
*laughing*
I’m not looking at your dick, please shut this recording off, this was a bad ide-
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16. |
Arkansas
02:22
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Lyrics:
Yee-haw!
It's the spirit of the meth heads and the spirit of the racists,
It's the spirit of the fucking ozarks
It's the spirit of the shitty, spirit of the one city,
It's the spirit that's in every trailer park
It's the spirit of the white trash and the spirit of the oppressed blacks,
It's the spirit of 1956
Oh Arkansas, oh Arkansas, Arkansas can suck a dick
It's the spirit of humidity, it's the spirit of heat
It's de facto segregation everywhere you look
Oh Arkansas, oh Arkansas, Arkansas fucking sucks
It's the spirit of the forest, and shitty ripoff chuck norris,
It's the spirit of poverty and drugs
It's the spirit of pride, and by that I mean white pride
It's the spirit of confederate fucks
It's the spirit of our cattle, it's the spirit of our dogs,
It's the spirit of the horses that we fuck
Oh Arkansas, oh Arkansas, Arkansas fucking sucks
Oh Arkansas, oh Arkansas, Arkansas fucking sucks
Oh Arkansas, oh Arkansas, Arkansas fucking sucks
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17. |
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Lyrics:
And now, for the continuation.
Dude, this is why the church rejects you, you bitch, I hate-
Come here, come here!
Uh huh… Aghh! Jesus christ!
I’ll teach you to talk down to me you spoiled little fuck!
Ugh… goddamnit…
No!
No…
You listen here! You need to calm your nuts!
You know what?
No!
You know what?
No!
No, no, no!
Come here!
You’re gonna listen to me, dad! No, stop hitting me. I hate you! I take back everything I said. It’s, it’s, I’m not your father, I’m my own father. You are irrelevant. You have done nothing. You Judas!
So you think this is some, like, Marty Mcfly shit? I’m going to pick you up and throw you out that two story window.
We don’t live in a two story home, you don’t have a job, you broke as bitch I-
Neither do you!
I’m the- I’m a drug dealer, I’m the breadwinner here but for myself, I’m my own dad, I’m my own mom, I am me, I am god, I am the god of lean sales to ninth graders.
How do you think that you could still be a drug dealer if I wasn’t your main customer!
Ha ha ha! So you’re in ninth grade?
Look at this! Look at this plastic mask!
How can you be-
Does this look familiar to you? Yeah, that’s right, it’s Billy! It’s Billy you dumb fuck!
Ugh…
Get out of my house!
If your in ninth grade-
Get out!
-how can you be my father, you class of 21-
I’m not!
Class of 2021-
It’s just easier to get my crack!
OK, I’m sorry dad, I’m leaving…
Get!
No… I’m sorry…
Oh, one more thing!
I’m sorry!
One more thing!
Oh…
I was gonna hit him. I just wanted to hit him again.
Do you think that people buy drugs in plastic masks Josh?
No...
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18. |
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Lyrics:
Should I just start right after you do the 4 count?
Do it now.
We are Blink 180-Jew and this is our song about moms!
MOM
WHY’D YOU FREEZE THE GODDAMN BREAD?!?
NOW I’M GONNA STARVE!!!
MOM
WHY’D YOU FREEZE THE GODDAMN BREAD?!?
NOW I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO EAT AT LUNCH!!!
That was Blink 180-Jew performing, uh, fucking, Mom, Why’d You Freeze The Goddamn Bread. Everybody clap.
Whistle, whistle! Whoo!
Two honks.
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19. |
Anti-Vaccination Nation
03:18
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Lyrics:
Let's take it back to the past
Before easily curable diseases
My kids don't deserve the best
They deserve polio and measles
Needles and evil pharmaceuticals
Medicine poisoning our kids gene pools
I'd rather have my kid die of the Black Death
Than let a fucking doctor take care of my health
Let's make an anti-vaccination nation
Cease the devious creation
Of vaccines that give our kids the ‘tism
Let's make a nationwide revolution
To stop medical evolution
I'd rather have polio than an autistic kid...
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20. |
[hidden track]
01:48
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Lyrics:
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
I try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I love goes away
In the end
And you can have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt...
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RAT TRAP Columbus, Ohio
RAT TRAP is a duo of mannequins brought to life by an alien wizard beast. They also happen to make music, or at the very least, "music." RAT TRAP play punk (sometimes). They also consume aborted fetuses for Moloch, and are big fans of cereal. RAT TRAP consists of 2 members- Joseph Snodgrass on bass and vocals and Aidan Robinson on guitar. ... more
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