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Spectrophilia is my most recent kink
Those ghastly ghouls are so cute when they shriek
Rippin' off their spectral pantyhose to tease
I tried to grab some ghost meat but I fell right through
Hey you, Casper
What's your number?
Opened a portal on me and just laughed
Chasing me through phantom space in lacy bedsheets
Oh baby, I want a selfie with you in the afterlife
Ghost booty got me jumping through hoops trying to dine on you tonight
Just wanna spend a night with ya, might take my life for it
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Sign Here for Beef
02:03
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Super technical arpeggiated gnar-riffer from Oregon, you fucker, you're so cool
I probably fucked your girl and your ex-girl
The eagle tat on my left calf means freedom
The wolf on my right means I'll fuck you up
Leader of the pack
You screamed, I screamed, when Kelly Osbourne got her lips stuffed
And she claims she didn't get plastic surgery, yeah okay sure
Literally look at her lips before, then after
You thought I was gonna say I scream for ice cream
We don't suck that fucking much
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Squirrelly Saboteurs
02:17
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Squirrels pissing all over my fuckin' crops
Shiny badge screaming little dick, fuck the cops
Bottle kids smashing up my ride again
You fucking want one? I'll slap you in your grillpiece
Swear that one day I'll run the block and own a grip
Snatch and run at the 7/11 until then
Houndstooth short-sleeve drip
Looking like an even worse Josh Homme
Sixteen cats in my shed and all of them eat good
Bread heels and grease for breakfast, start the shit right
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Neo disco noir new wave blackened and skrambled bitcrushed
Acid-washed twice-baked down-tuned previously done
Sterile non-cohesive ideas with a mediocre take
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The moment they spin (the moment they spin)
His heart is uplifted, he himself is elated
Her hand is in his
Without, life does not exist
She makes his day without a doubt
The rosie they ring around holds secrets
"There's something about that Ryan
Staring at my Lily...
She... likes him too??"
Ted drops her hand in mid-trot, a ferret's gangly body crashing into him as he stands there
Then Ted walks away, he knows what he must do, "I'm crud to her!", he sobs out loud
His cabin is full of unmarked jars with pills, grabbing one and crushing the capsules
And after brewing lunch tea he ambles along the trail back to camp to poison them all
Everybody drinks and everybody sings, aha ha it's all so funny, heathens
"I can't believe it's this again..."
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Al Bacio
02:19
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Fucking "foodies"
Eat my food, go home, and turn into the grim reaper
Your words mean so fucking much, please tell me more
You're a blight, you're a blight on the industry
You're a blight, you're a blight on the industry
Get to work, a real job, fuck out of my industry
Get to work, a real job, fuck out of my industry
13 hour shifts almost every day for 10 years with no breaks just so
I can feed your stinkhole and you can shit all over a complete stranger
You aren't a food critic, you're a piece of shit
You don't know shit about food and that wasn't seabass you fuck
"No way this isn't frozen"
Serve him the dish
"Can I see the chef?"
Serve him the dish
"This is so umami"
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Neighborhood hermit doesn't leave the house except for school
No overnights with friends, all I need is the tube and Dew
Oh those were the friggen days
Take me back to Friday night faps
I wrote letters with a blue dog
I had pizza with turtles and a rat
Take me back to Friday night faps
I only want the toons, fuck friends
I ate sugar cereal with a tiger on Saturdays
I only wanted the best for M.A.D. Cat
I preferred the Digi-destined cause they could devolve
I tried every Lucas before it got banned
I ate cheesy crickets from a hot dog stand
Take me back to Friday night faps
I only want the toons, fuck friends
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Opened doors, sheltered minds
I don't care if you're nice, you're the reason we're in this
I don't care if you're family either, more of a reason for me to be ashamed
Being asked to wear a mask is not treading on your fucking rights
Ironically enough, most of the idiots dying are from your cloth
I'll buy Ivermectin for any asshole that wants it and I hope you fucking go blind
Cherry picking orange fat face
Choke on my dick and die
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Portable Prophet
01:26
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3AM, tummy beckons your attention
More than a store, it's another dimension
7/11 holds the key to your hungies
Lightning fast I rummage through the chippy section
I stop and pause as I pass by their yum confections (mmmmm)
Finally, prepackaged microwaveable burritos
But when I get there,
THERE'S NO MORE
BEAN AND CHEESE?!?! RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
"FUCKING BURN THE STORE DOWN THEN MAN"
I looked down and saw the convenience prophet
"DRINK ME AND GAIN THE STRENGTH OF THE SLURPEE GODS YOU PLEBEIAN"
I chugged and raged and ravaged through a varied selection of candy and nuts
I love 7/11 but hate their night-shift employees
Please restock the fucking store
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Beyond the Gnar
02:20
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I'm a darn tough lad, fucking censorship
You can't censor me, I like anarchy
Marching forward marks, marching forward, march
Putting bullseye marks on all the politics
Been suppressed my whole life
White suburbia was rough
Flex my scrawny legs as I slamdance right
Into your face with my heel
Fuckin' right I front that fuckin' band
If I talk like this am I fuckin' tuff?
If I dress like this am I fuckin' tuff?
"Nah, high school was for posers so I dropped out bro
So I got 42 tattoos and started eight bands"
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Toss and turn 'neath the sheets, but not from sex
Lava guts
Messed around and had dinner way too late again
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And I wanna see him cast as The Riddler before we all die
I wanna see it
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Wolverine Tears
00:42
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Through with wandering, he strikes as they sleep, robbing them of life and shelter
As Ted bunks down the images of her still plague his thoughts as a constant
Lily never leaves!
We think we move on, but we know we don't
"I can't sleep, she'll never leave.. she'll never love me"
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Litter Krew ft. Glitzy
01:37
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Rituals commence as we open the tuna
Glares from the box where the kingdom sits
Meownificent opus of furry heathens
Throw up on the carpet
Vomit forth! Summon more! They aren't listening!
Witness the most fierce of poop faces
Staring straight into your soul
Doody drop is complete
I left it uncovered for you to marvel
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You left me, I sat there, my eyes cried
I was alone for so long, I had to move on
You broke my fucking heart in more than two pieces
Now I can't even enjoy my favorite snacks
If I could take it all back, I'd say suck my whoop
I feel like shitty shit, and I'm all busted up
You ruined everything, none of this is my fault
I can't shoulder the blame if I'm perfect
You just suck
You crapped on my heart
Now it's brown and stinky
Acrid taste in my mouth from our last kiss
I actually just forgot to brush but I want to blame you still
I'm never gonna get over this
I spent my last check on removing your name from my hipbone
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Greasy Joe Marinara
02:17
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"Let's order some pizza! Doppio pepperoni from Joe's!"
Grinding of gears and screaming the orders, he zones, stares at the hook as it mixes the dough and kneads
Pizza time!
Who's ready for pizza time? (me!)
Pizza time!
Mushrooms on there (yeah!) Spinach boy (ooo) Maybe we'll do some buffalo chicken? (chickens)
Pizza time!
Who's ready for pizza time?
(oh no!) Pizza time!
Too many orders (can't keep up!) But Joe won't quit (needs that skrill) Smoke more skooma (pspspsps)
He just can't stand to see you leave unhappy
Joe Marinara hooked it up with some breadsticks
Extra dipping sauce, too
A true hero amongst mortal men
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Cara Neir Dallas
est. 2008 arlington, tx.
chris francis
garry brents
Cara Neir recommends:
Garry's nu metal project. FFO: Spineshank, Slipknot self-titled, Vein.fm, late 90's Fear Factory.
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Conceptual solo act from Garry of Cara Neir. Early 90's-inspired DM that takes the heavy yet melodic flourishes of Edge of Sanity and Dismember, blended with early Gorguts and Atheist.
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Saccharine Curses Exhaled in the Wind
by Perfumed Saturnine Angels
Dedicated to Brandon Nurick RIP, possibly Cara Neir's biggest fan. Originally going to be a duo between him and Garry. Sonically, if you want more of the Cara Neir Part III/Part IV sound this is it.
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Vous voulez gagner facilement un pari ? Demandez à quelqu'un de prouver que Sudden Deluge n'est pas un album parfait. Pariez ce que vous voulez : un euro, votre salaire, votre domicile si vous voulez. Le constat final sera toujours pareil : Sudden Deluge n'a tout simplement aucun défaut. Je pense même qu'il sera difficile de trouver du black metal qui inclue aussi bien la chiptune. Les trente-et-un invités (OUI : TRENTE-ET-UN) apportent tous leur pierre à l'édifice et l'architecture est solide !
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I always wanted to be a 'Dust Merchant'. I never had a lack of game cartridges.. it was just difficult to track down souls from other dimensions
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Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising.
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