FUCKFUCKFUCKKILLKILLKILL

by Celebration Anxiety

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you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot airport stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us belkin now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you linksys cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot stop us now you cannot netgear stop us now unless you know what you're doing songs about broadband part one

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released May 19, 2016

Communist song production vibez

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Track Name: Cultural Slurry Riddim feat. Harvey Price The Original Rudebwoi
It's laid on fire say nothing is left
Flying funeral pyre lost all youthful zest
Melancholy moon aesthetic distress,
Sedentary thought groomed there's NFA,

Moonlit night old-skool acid test,
Unorignal sight no-one knows it best,
Monkey suit onesie with a monogram chest,
No royal decree built resentment nest,

Crib notes made for future reference
(Keep your weapons hidden)
The shit got me not feelin right
(Start the war and use the prisons)
Smoke till I forget my preference
(Mouth of fruit that's so forbidden)
But now I'm feeling waved and this vapourwave got me like-
Track Name: Now In Glorious Technicolour
TELEVISION'S NOT ARTISTICALLY VALID
TELEVISION'S NOT ARTISTICALLY VALID
No.
Track Name: If You See 'Em In The Streets Give 'Em Kanye's Best
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best
Why? They mad they ain't famous (God damn)
They mad they're still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he's up!
I just wanted you to know
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin'
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin'
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die
I just wanted you to know
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
'ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin', how you feelin, how you feelin' in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can't do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can't stop the thing now
'ey what a bam bam
Man it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late you can't fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Track Name: We Invented Fuckin Internet
He dont mind what you do till your all on your own workj your fingers to the bone
throw your knees to the ground lookin up lookin down theres a crowd all around its a sight too loud
voices hit you fast with no time to grasp what they mean not a thing even empty thoughts dream
quick get your man on the phone you just saw him chirpse that hoe and she a stupid cunt FUCKFUCKFUCKKILLKILLKILL
choose your vice and ill choose my breath talk is cheap im flat out broke in the open and i still cant cope with how you chose to cope thoughts all mapped out across my face see my self cut in those scars see my self cut in those scars
Upload to the cloud cats in hats watch that fatty fall down dislike unfriend validate me again
get your eyes on my page cus im fucking great im so filled with hate and no urge to create
caught that tube of a bloke fucked on dope im offended distended and so dependant
share what i found so the world knows im set decked and sound and they a cunt FUCKFUCKFUCKKILLKILLKILL
fade to black in a big white world exorcist of my own skin cut myself from the inside out fuck this place were living in black's the new motherfucking black get your teeth into this cunt get your teeth into this cunt