CRASH BLOSSOMS

Lyrics

[Intro: PK Shellboy] 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 [Verse 1: doin' fine] 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 [Verse 2: ilysm] 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 [Interlude 1: Rockin' Riley] 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 [Verse 3: Starri] 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 [Verse 4: ava online] 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 [Refrain: doin' fine] 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 [Interlude 2: Starri & SATURNULTRA] 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) [Verse 5: SATURNULTRA] 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 [Verse 6: zombAe] 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 [Verse 7: doin' fine] 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 [Outro: Rockin' Riley] 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?