CRASH BLOSSOMS - ilysm

PK, yeah it’s D-Day

All them bitcrush kids got my shit on replay

«He say, she say» ain’t got shit to relay

Be the blaze that’ll get the whole scene to cremate

Shellboy, some fuckers exploiting the sound

And it’s artists til this shit gets destroyed

Send noise, trends cloy, sell merch, make coin

Recognition, upload, no permission employed

Fax gang, flawless tracks, man bass booms, snares crack

Bring the rat-at-tat-tan madman, act bad, catch me with the comrades

My agreements been nil, you been tryna catch fads

Sick of shit, think you’re slick, hypocrites, make it quick

All these fuckers think they’re hot cause they’re on compilation

Hits you’re the pits, call it quits, I’m the shit

Suck my dick, the professor’s in session, get outta class or you’re dismissed

What the fuck you mean by pride?

I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die

Okay, I’m alive, I’m alive, that’s a surprise, what’s the price?

Fuck your supersaw, boy I’m playing with the power saw

The dirt make me drop D like im playing power chords, ugh

The beat sound like Alucard

There’s knives in my side, thats the shit I ain’t accounted for

I’m yelling fuck deadmau5 and anyone who bumps his shit

Shitty little saw waves over a shitty kick, huh

Hope I never hear that shit again

Talking it on twitter, boy you gon' get the filament

Silicone, on his tongue like cinnamon

Imma sip vanilla coke

Mixing lean with estrogen

Slip my femboy a pill

Tell him it’s a vitamin

Get these dubs like Eridan

Get these dubs like Eridan

Hahaaa

Yo, crashed my Benz last week

Didn’t lose my teeth or my demeanor, I still got my physique

Your clique weak, still tweakin' out in public a blunder

So I pretend I do not see it, so I seem like Stevie Wonder

Sew a seam, you pussies toxic like fabric softener

Done with offin your team, clique weak like Adam Sandler

Vote seems unanimous, leave your ass inanimate

'Cuz your ass don’t say no truth, only speaking on canon shit

Rappers get a hundred followers think they’re Yeezy or Hova

Man, now I got a hundred more so y’all can move the fuck over

Look my bad, my ego gets ahead of myself

And the line between irony and me is sending myself like

Hahahahahahaha, I don’t fucking care bitch

You got me hysterical, no please fuck out my hair bitch

Your life a Comedy Central special, I think you needa step off

And if you need your fill of life I can give you a rimshot

Perfect, this whole track is fucking perfecto, if I had to put it somewhere I’d

put it on my fridgerator, or on my widgerator

Sorry did I scare you uh, little outta character

I’m so embarrassed uh, haunting all your parents uh

I got three more minds in me, six three times baby

Hands be tied, save me got nine lives maybe

Eight, lost count, no face, no mouth

I’m a clone now in space can’t shout

If you can’t breathe then you’re like me

This a party of deceased and you’re departing all with me

'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me

'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me

If you can’t breathe, if you, if you can’t breathe

'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me

If you can’t, if you, if you can’t breathe

'Parting all with me, 'parting-'parting all with me

Sauced in the booth

If you got a problem then shoot

You gon' end up on the news (shh)

You gon' end up eatin' thru a tube (shh)

Shhhh, keep it quiet like a silencer

If that bitch is talkin' shit I will have to silence her

Dialup is goin up blowin' like the challenger

Bitch I’m throwin' molotovs like I am a rioter (fuck 12)

Don’t chat shit if you can’t afford a hospital

Posted with my dudes, bumpin' noid, smokin' tropical

It’s obvious, devilish I spit diabolical

Stackin all my capital', movin' all methodical

I be moving silently because I like my privacy

Dialup a dynasty we killin' shit decisively

Rollin 2Gs in a dutch fuck sobriety

Shut the fuck up or I may respond violently, bitch

Kin Karkat, turn your crib into a car crash

Cark PFP lookalike, with the dark bags

Didact, turn a man into a carcass

I look like I’m R-Dash, goddess, fun fact

Kin Karkat, turn your crib into a car crash

Cark PFP lookalike, with the dark bags

Didact, turn a man into a carcass

I look like I’m R-Dash, goddess, fun fact

Baby, the wind through the screen door really blew me away somehow

I wish you would die in my arms tonight

(Had a witty comment take)

Here is another take

(I can’t)

It is time to do another take of this song

(Because I talk too much-)

Because the last takes have not been satisfactory

(In the take that you’re hearing right now-)

It is time to make it good

Let’s go

(And I’m too lazy to retake it)

I’m all that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that’s it

Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch

If you gawk at me won’t gawk back, so don’t ball gag on my dick

I snap and I talk fat, I won’t fall back 'til I’m rich

I’m all that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that’s it

Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch

If you gawk at me won’t gawk back, so don’t ball gag on my dick

I snap and I talk fat, I won’t fall back 'til I’m rich

Machine gun flow when I spit

Glue pack in my mattresses

Real man of that hat trick shit

2 bands in my hands

I feel sick, 4 mans in a Mazda 6

Quick maths, get us massive hits

50 for like 5 big grins

I need shit that’s loud and scary

Race week bitch, are you ready?

Mask on me, I’m Ned Kelly

I swing my stick real steady

Blades on me I’m Freddy

Make you sing like Nelly

Turn him to spaghetti

Pop him like confetti

Yeah you get those views but they be looking for a car crash

Running after clout I see your credit low and cards maxed

Bass drops from the sky you gonna wish you wore a hardhat

Dracula tonight and with the blood I feel like Karkat

Car accident, blood splattering I see

Something 'bout this gore is just so saccharine to me

Havoc is avarice to me my teeth is gnashing for a feast

And I know that all these SoundCloud crackers waiting for the screams

I’m sorry, you can’t get what you want

Keep battling your angst while pretending you’re God

Max out on your voice so they can’t see that your cause

Are as hollow as the beats that you choose just to walk on

Obscuring your face cause you know you’re a fraud

Acting like you wise but your fate’s in the cards

Say it’s 'bout the art but trolling is your pastime

Name dark, but you’re half white and you just passed your half-life

Calling me Yohane cause I got the gothic lol on, dark arts like Lalonde

Katana cut the heart of a chaser, cop, pedo, phobe, exclusionist,

those who don the robes

On the honour role, like a man-o-war, you just riding waves, you just

blue-bottle

Me I got the drip, me I got the whip, Andre 3k on do ya thing

Me I am the shit, ego massivest, like my plastic tits, I got Saturn’s rings

Round my neck on my choker, that’s ice rock, like aurorus, y’all ain’t coping,

no, ugh

No one’s equivalent

You see me on Twitter, I’m rising it’s imminent

Fuck that triplet flow, gotta datamosh

(Right now!)

Liner on my lips, spiked bat in the air

TERF blood on my hands, girlcum in my hair

I’m a goddess, autogynephilic and autonomous

Iconic shit, my body was sculpted by Adonis yuh

Fuck Buck Angel and everything he’s standing for

Phantom force him, disappear and reappear, blood and gore

Sorry, nothing personal

Someone left the oven on

Someone left the oven on

Have you ever seen the Quaaludes video where it’s that fat man from Brooklyn

screaming at the top of his lungs about Quaaludes? Y’know, «the big man,

he’s the voice of the people! You take a Quaalude and have sex,

it feels like you’re going to the fucking mooooooooon!» Y’know,

something like that?