(lyrics generated by shitty AI, then shuffled around)
What more could you ask for?
I'm rappin to the booty
The cloaca drops deep as does my banana
I never dropkick, 'cause to dropkick is the papa of anna
The cloaca drops deep as does my banana
You can take the crusty bear trap
You can break my booty
Like I'm made of hamburgers
Like I'm made of hamburgers
Like a crusty bear trap
Oh so crusty!
Like a supple John Cena action figure
They get on with life as a grandma
They're a sad kinda type
They like fappin on Sundays
They like nappin in the week
They like to contemplate hentai
But when they start to daydream
Their minds turns straight to Jesus
Straight out the salty dungeons of rap
It all began on a lonely December midnight
I was the most depressed sandwich artisan around
He was the most dead former person
supported by 7 fans who also own “Deep Sea Squeeze Trees”
. Several of these guys I see post all the time, some are my friends, and others friends of friends. Congrats to all of you, regardless. You're all very talented musicians and I wish you success where ever you seek it. Amazing album guys. Jay Ashborne
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Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022
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W-Wag takes us back to 2008 where the music was all garbage, but the scene was fecking great. Except this is a very fun EP and the most intensely Nintendocore thing that Michael has ever released. Anybody who whined about the atmospheric and music-y qualities of Twenty Years of Snow might want to apologize, say their prayers, and eat their vitamins. Arjax