1. |
Love Sick
02:02
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I’ve got pus in my head
I’ve got pus in my bed
I’ve got pus in my mouth
I’m not allowed inside the house
I’ve got fever, I’ve got sweats
I’ve got rash all around my neck
Let me, let me kiss your mouth
As I wear your mother’s blouse
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
I’ve got cuts I like to hide
Ulcerated from inside
Head buzzing with internal flies
Hold me down and tell me lies
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
Can’t you see the sagging rot
Glue factory filly with a broken trot
Wallpaper splattered with insides
In the corner where I like to hide
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
Infect me, Infect me
Make me bleed
Make me cry
Inject your seed
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2. |
Angry Little Man
02:07
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He'll grab a forty and take a swig
Stompin mother fuckers like Glenn Danzig
There’s no way he’s gonna let it slide
Angry little man won’t take no crap
Prepare to hear the sound of a loud glove slap
You better stay on his good side
Won’t be the butt of no jokes Angry man
Running circles all around the bigger folks Angry man
When you see him on the street, you better bow down at his feet
Or his angry little wrath you’ll meet
Been pissed his whole goddamn life
Even got a little pissed off wife
Somehow they seem to get along
Angry little man ain’t got no class
Stick his size 6 sneaker up your big fat ass
He’s so right he can’t be wrong
Won’t be the butt of no jokes Angry man
Running circles all around the bigger folks Angry man
When you see him on the street, you better bow down at his feet Or his angry little wrath you’ll meet Or his angry little wrath you’ll meet
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3. |
Validate Me
01:39
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I need you to validate me
I need you to validate me
I need you to validate me
I need you to validate me
Like me
Subscribe me
Can’t you see
I need you
to validate me
Like me
Subscribe me
Can’t you see
I need you
to validate me
Come on
Share it
My squad
VSCO
Like me
Subscribe me
Can’t you see
I need you
to validate me
Like me
Subscribe me
Can’t you see
I need you
to validate me
I’m not real
What’s the appeal
I’m not real
Can you feel
I’m not real
What’s the appeal
I’m not real
Can you feel
Can you feel
Cause I need you to validate me
I need you to validate me
I need you to validate me
I need you to validate me
Like me
Subscribe me
Can’t you see
I need you
to validate me
Like me
Subscribe me
Can’t you see
I need you
to validate me
Validate me
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4. |
Rec Specs
01:35
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I got rec specs so my eyes can see
as I jam around with maximum agility
Looking to my left, peering to my right
even upside down my shit stays on tight
Rec
Stands for recreational, not to mention that I look sensational
Spectacles is what the last part means
A spectacle when I get extreme
Maximum protection when I'm rolling in my car
Decked out like Kareem Abdul Jabar
People often wonder how does he dare?
Walk around town in such high tech eye wear...
Some mother fucker tried to give me some flack
Slapped em off my face but they just snapped right back
High tech specs meet my daily demands
I’ve even got some bad ass matching wrist bands
Rec
Stands for recreational, not to mention that I look sensational
Spectacles is what the last part means
A spectacle when I get extreme
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5. |
Abuse You
02:08
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Well I’ll abuse you
Yes I’ll misuse you
I will confuse you
I wanna screw you Yes I do
Somebody’s trying
To steal my girl
It doesn’t matter
She’s got the cutest curls I know
No it’s not funny anymore
Two weeks dead lying on the floor
Decomposed body starts to smell
Lies to each other we can tell
Well I’ll abuse you
Yes I’ll misuse you
I will confuse you
I wanna screw you Yes I do
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6. |
Trampoline
02:02
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I might have just ruptured my spleen
Jumping on my friend’s new trampoline
I think I finally lost my mind
Last night alone I got tazed ten times
Sometimes you know it’s hard to compete
When you’re always posted up in the way back seat
Had a dream last night that I got pulled over
And for once in my life I was stone cold sober...
Made the drive all the way to Tennessee
Then I wrapped another car around a goddamn tree
Momma always told me I was born to lose
Got toes popping out from under both of my shoes...
Next time when I hurt myself
Pull my old crutches down off the shelf
Stumble down the street past my old high school
Hope the new kids all think I’m cool
Maybe I’ve been a little out of sorts
Fell out of the window of my kid’s tree fort
Burnin rubber up and down the goddamn street
I got beer cans rolling under all four seats....
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7. |
Meh
01:37
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I don’t want you
I don’t care
I don’t want you
Meet me there
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Real
I don’t want you
I don’t care
I don’t want you
Meet me there
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Real
I don’t want you
I don’t care
I don’t want you
Meet me there
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Real
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Can you make me feel
Real
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8. |
Off The Squad
02:15
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Way back in 1982
David Crosby got busted with some ludes
And Ozzy got arrested
Pissing on the Alamo
About then I started thinking to myself
That I don’t want to be like everybody else
Trying out and hoping to make the team
Cool kids are hangin out in the quad
I’d rather be off the squad
Fast forward to 2019
Stupid mother fuckers still trying to make the scene
Updating their status and
Posting their endless tweets
And even though we have some tattoos
We don’t want to sound like Blink 182
So we’re putting out music
Sticking to the old school beats
Cool kids are hangin out in the quad
I’d rather be off the squad
Just rockin in Mom’s garage
We’d rather stay off the squad
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9. |
Mastermind
02:17
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I’m the mastermind
Gonna take out all mankind
with Some diabolical shit
Turn of the screw, flick of the switch
I’m the final one
To kill James Bond with my golden gun
A mad devious plot
To incite a war with the first gun shot
I’m the evil axis
I’ll destroy the masses
Blanket the earth
In poison gasses
Release the vapors
Dispatch the fakers
Send some motherfuckers
To meet their makers
Just having fun
Hatching a plan to block out the sun
And when the sky turns black
I’ll turn both keys and launch a missile attack
I’m the worst kind of friend
Cause I ended up being a dick in the end
And I won’t even give a fuck
When I’m writing my name in the god damn dust
I’m the evil axis I’ll destroy the masses
Blanket the earth
In poison gasses
Release the vapors
Dispatch the fakers
Send some motherfuckers
To meet their makers
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The Dilrods Spokane, Washington
30 minutes of cheap basement racket guaranteed to make you feel like Aunt Mildred’s dirty ashtray after a hot night of bingo bashing. A three piece of sticks, strings and spit wailing like a hound in heat. Put on your best pair of skivvies and get ready to be inseminated with earwax melting, amp rattling, PNW punk and roll. ... more
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