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G.U.T.S.
02:47
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i prefer the solitude
of carnival dystopia
molecules accounted for
survival is euphoria
Apocalypse a motherfucker
Every day's a hundred summers
Every night the camps reek
Of family versus hunger
i wonder if the burden
Is the boredom or the gutters
Cause everybody's asking
For a gas leak or a plumber
I'm as flustered as they get
I wish I called my congressman
Before we slept in tents
I use to hate religion
Now I worship ancient texts
I pray to God all night
While German shepards ate my friends
The only plus sides my sex life
Everybody's desperate to
Aggressively forget strife
Anywhere a cesspit and
a vessel for the next high
That's why the herpes on my body
Signifies the best price
and the worst parts the meal plan
I loot homes for twinkies
With a ski mask and beale bag
Though It makes me feel bad
ill never be those cannibals
Who love to eat their deals hand
Down by the steel plants
Cigarette in mouth
I pretend that it's lit
Bottom of a stairwell
I give myself a pinch
Can't tell if I'm here
And other than the flies
I'm learning to enjoy
blood taste like wine
The murdered crows flare
'cross a piled up freeway
Deserted baby carriage
With the skeleton in PJs
Earth's decimated by a heatwave
I keep sane with the mutant
Cannibals and eat brains
cause peace reigns where the food is
Neighborhood pirates use to
Be the most prudent
Now scorched by this ruin
Morality excuse it
This devastation elevate me
Better than shrooms did
all my days are judas
And my meek ways are ill-suited
Feel foolish roaming round
My city as a mere human
I'mma steer the unit
Morph into a saber cat
Corner all the puppies
Hiding on their safer paths
So now I'm walking with my tail up
on the prowl for anything
that challenges these whale guts
and the frail jump as they
Come to know my teeth rot
Foaming from the mouth
There's a comfort in my bleak thoughts
In a billion years we'll be wiped
As the sun explodes
Tell me why to feel for this carcass
Without a soul
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Poodle Dick
02:35
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My grandma thinks shes on pluto
Piss on the floors in her group home
I swipe her debit for new clothes
And thank the lord she’s been frugal
Around eleven i’ll go down
To the drugstore at the corner
Get my prescription addiction
Fix the same one that i’m bored of
Head to whole foods to short em
Their hot bar prices are border
Line modern-day robbery
I’ll robin hoodwink your properties
My therapist tells me exactly
How i should think
I’m airing out grievances
Weekly but i still stink
Apparently errors of judgement
Are mine to sweep
Under the rug -- I’ve been humping
For fun princess leach
I date a girl with large pupils
Who treat my dick like a poodle
She grew up shriveled and fancy
Then blew the roof off her daddy
we snack the acid like glass chips
And fuck inside of her mansion
a hanging man in a painting
is winking at us us us us
Next day i woke up she’s not there
And in her place a red fox stares
A dragon crawls out my nostril
I chase it down to the brothels
My therapist tells me
Exactly what i should say
I’m tearing up journals
Revising what i portray
Inherited barrenness
Parents was heartless strays
My narratives smell of
dead deer and pitch black bouquets
I lit the candles for dinner
Their flames a meaningless specter
Across the table a mirror
A jigsaw puzzle between us
I slice the goat meat for no one
And drink the milk of psychoses
The floor dissolves now I’m dropping
My free fall captured in snapshot
Gallery for the stupid
Erupts in cheers at my plunge
exhibition in flames
Wake in my tomb as a star
My therapist tells me
Exactly when i should die
Im fairly sure this is
not normal but i still might
Life is surrender
The abysmal altar of flies
My shiest nature is what
Got me here i decide
I’m eating plastic in public
and smearing shit on my stomach
a doctor with broken fingers
beckons me towards a brick bucket
the ballroom reeks of a stillborn
who left the womb speaking tongues
I consume with strict prejudice
six elixirs of blood
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3. |
The Lighthouse
02:19
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4. |
Abracadabra
03:10
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Abracadabra...
Abracadabra...
Abracadabra... abracada (voila, voila)
Abraca, abra, a-
Abracadabra... abracada (voila, voila)
Abraca, abra, a-
I'm out of my head
but inside of a twister
Residing wherever
I'm sought for a picture
Stretching my spectacle
one dollar wizard
Tainting the temporal
mud in my innards
Yo
How many times
can I die in the same day?
How many lies
can I write on a blank page?
How do you find
what's behind of a fake face?
How do you sign
when you forget your name change?
Voila, voila
Persona non grata.. drawn to collusion
I'm a gossip column!
Voila, voila
Persona non grata.. the don of delusions!
Abracadabra... abracada (voila, voila)
Abraca, abra, a-
Abracadabra... abracada (voila, voila)
Abraca, abra, a-
My persona's a film that's been sold to a niche
Red carpets of filth this tuxedo was cheap
My ethos is feast on the crumb-fed romantic
Speak in a tongue of a billion accents
I'm getting older that's no fun
Scoop my salsa with a snub-nosed gun
Smoke my drama with the ugliest lungs
Chipped my tooth on the ruse that I spun
So I met with a dude
on the swindling trail
where I fetched like a sleuth
on my empathy's scale
he said "toddler with nails
its the costume that failed
poke out the stitching
and form a new shell
Ta-da! Ta-da!
Persona non grata.. drawn to collusion
I'm a gossip column!
Ta-da! Ta-da!
Persona non grata.. the don of delusions!
Abracadabra... abracada (voila, voila)
Abraca, abra, a-
Abracadabra... abracada (voila, voila)
Abraca, abra, a-
Abracadabra!
Corrupting the data!
My atoms exposed!
I'm outside of the fathomed!
Abracadabra!
Dust off the magnum!
Cup my blue balls!
Throw a Hollywood tantrum!
I often succumb to a diet of trash
My best writing comes when I'm not trying to rap
Like bodies in bags I'm the traveling hunk
With charisma alone I'm the gallery skunk
(Tip toe through the tulips on top of a balcony
Drool in the moonlight - rot with the alchemy
Caught in my faculties, batteries popped
If I slow down enough I can hear my heart stop!)
Haha! Haha!
Persona non grata.. drawn to collusion
I'm a gossip column!
Haha! Haha!
Persona non grata.. the don of delusions!
Abracadabra... abracada (voila, voila)
Abraca, abra, a-
I'm abracadabra I'm abracadabra
I'm abracadabra I'm abracadabra
Tattoo indecision
So I move by a smidgeon
Cooped up in proof of
A late blooming mischief
A to Z deficient
I'm vitally stuck
minor key played
As the piano rust
fiasco plucked off
my final form's feathers
Animal covert?
People would never!
ego that measures
My greatest disguise
I hate to say it
But my anus divine
I don't know my roots
But I do pick my war (voila, voila)
Abracadabra
Identity slips
I don't play the flute
But I did go on tour (ta-da, ta-da)
Abracadabra
My DNA tricks
I don't have a boot
But I do build a fort (ha-ha!, ha-ha!)
Abracadabra
My polygraph slick
I don't got the truth (voila, voila)
But I do got a spork
It tells me at night
To stay shapelessly formed
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5. |
Reputation
02:31
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Commit suicide in a bathtub
Brain bits mix well with my dandruff
Left no note they consider it random
Facebook quotes celebrating my phantom (duh)
Tracing the chasms of limbo and nowhere
Skid row desert, I arrive as a folktale
Motorcycle smoke trail, devil whiz by
Surrender my thumb, I needed a ride
My legacy ain't sacred
Please destroy my reputation
Study me when I’m wasted
And enjoy the education
My legacy ain’t sacred
Please destroy my reputation
If you see me out in public
Exercise your reservations
Dickhead discoloration
Every salad has its worm
If you ask all the right questions
Your boots will track in my dirt
Sudden heart attack when I’m jogging
Coroner on the case inspects rotting
Dead state throbbing — knife slice through stomach
Mechanical liar — exhumed meat puppet
My legacy’s debated
Please destroy my reputation
The secrets in my heart
Don’t leave a space for explanation
My legacy’s inflated
Please destroy my reputation
The punchline ain’t a laugh
I've got more grimmer revelations
Nice guy need renovation
Every romance has its fall
I don’t trust the squeaky clean
Unless it never learned to talk
and as I stood there
halo of flies
center of a frying pan
this running yolk
of morality
dripping from
fingers
a crow with
a purple heart
accepts my gift
stoically
Stuck in train tracks
Down by river
Ponder life
Rob the giver
Plague my saints
Sung as a sinner
My insides are fried
I'm the winking lizard
This Death horn cackles
Sip my snapple
Pinch myself
I'm not an asshole
Capture days
I’m not trying
Bitter youth
Old man flying
My legacy ain’t sacred
Please destroy my reputation
I’ve only washed my hands once
That is not an estimation
My legacy ain’t sacred
please destroy my reputation
My head is bumping ceilings
Fuck you think I’m levitating?
Consume self deprecation
Every temple has its curse
And I hope that when I die
The trash is filled with all my merch
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Estevan Muñoz New York, New York
Estevan Muñoz is a botched love spell eternally pregnant with his imagination. Born in Albuquerque but now residing in Portland, Estevan channels his perpetual dissatisfaction with nothing and everything into a mosaic of mediums quite typical of the attention-span obliterated millennial. Stay tuned for new music as he continues down his path of making love to his disappointments. ... more
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