Aw Shit

It's already done son.

We're just... Building the pyre.

Maybe that was impolite.

Let's fucking do this shit. You know I love you man, I would be honored to make a CD with you. And burn the world down, like the Pemon indians burn down the Savannah now and then.

It would be an honor.

A goddamn honor.

i can write lyrics and i’m getting even better at that the more personal i get eirh it. i can’t rap well yet but it’s sort of passable. i need a good mic and some practice, but yeah. we all bring something great to the project.

capitalism baby.

Your lyrics so far are dope as shit.

i’ll make some more, keep improving then

Scary...

Ah, you said then, not them.

Thhe honor would be far too heavy if it weren't so light.

I can't wizzait.

This tree grows branches in sun glow my flow shows
My fly down I fly round town
Get down lay down these hoes pussy wet
I’m set with truth nothing left to do
So get it
I wreck it this world so fucked already
Keep breathing hold myself steady
Black lungs means facts son
Smoke in the throat till u choke on the dope
My shit my music my words amusing
Like my life my muse comes through
Aim to please while I aim for far seas
These trees grow deep earth roots
Viking truths I abuse signals lost on tv
Never came through NSA DHS DEA
Dept of education erasing brains again
And I seek the AI to fly by my high life
Record download the porn open honest
For children of corn
Minds all jellified lies for the lied wickedified
The lord just implored I absorb another shitstorm
But these hurricanes of truth won’t be red to most
No flood on my coast I boast a new relijun
Saturn Kaylin came to rake in with my Ray Bans
My shit got banned I didn’t get shy
Work twice as hard to just kiss this sky
Miss the fakers never take the take i’m soprano at my wake
FBI serial surmise files of secrets told
Eat this like vultures no Pezer on their payroll
No lezers on the stage so I left
Sought out mountains to contemplate death
Left the rest of my family in a desert cause i’m rapping
And they don’t so choke on the vomit like wallace and gromit
Farm hopping cows and pigs for dinner
Grind em up for burgers and bacon for this sinner
I winner cause I win her my love fit like a glove
Sometimes I doubt myself well
We all escape the same hell
We all berate run from the same smell
Burning flesh and ash in the pyre
Pure like pussy fire
Stir it like slow cooked bbq
Curl the back like Marilyn do
Make the tape get sued sell the tale
Get the tail squirrel away the nuts
Millions loaded in semi trucks
Racing across nations
Overrun with racists
Overcome with playlists
Downloaded to brains waiting for our shit to play with
Too bad philosophy got lost on me
When I won that game moved the porsche to the other lane
Ancient lands soft hands hold here around the story fire
I’m six stories higher my stories are boring to liars
Only devil I know is truth this world a god
Of gold and hard rods to rob the rich of jobs
Culture yeah maybe it’ll come back
With this gift that I give it with this rap

Shit yeah
Im Pe-za
I don't drink milk
"cept from te-tas
Then run the mill and kill Zetas
Implore the mill
To turn around and sit on my lap
They say "yeah, so hard you didn't have ta ask"
I'm Freddy but I don't wear a mask
In the glory of stories I bask
Made by straight hard motherfuckers who surf the a-jas
Then I tap ass
Not ass like you ever seen like sass
Not ass in a limousine with wine glass
Ass like the kind that sprang forth the Trojan horse
Ass like the one you loathe the most
Cause you know only Peza make 'er moist
I am the moist
Superducious capridocious magnicosious
Made for girls who want no mind or motherfucking heros
They just want the Evil shit and I make it forth like Eros
But more hardcore cause I'm bored no more
Dionishous

fkking rite. that’s some nice aw shit shit

Lol yeah, I've been wondering about the name.

We'll probably have to leave it to Fixed Cross to conjure it. Or maybe we stick with Aw Shit, iss nice. But can it carry forth the flag of an era?

Maybe only Aw Shit can. I dunno. I dunno.

In any case, welcome to Aw Shit. We've been expecting you.

i need a gas mask. fkkk

the massacre

good shit but




we better
like a good beretta
toke no choke
shots fired
hundred grams on the highway
oh well
pocket change we on fire
no dire when cops siren

piggy iggy bank

Bring it on like the ricky stank

Pezer wrote:

Bring it on like the ricky stank

Bring it on like rick
I roll ya zig zag unfold ya
Stuff the brain no thought into my game
Leaf playing my weed be saying
Cell radiation ur facing to sterilize another nation
Yo
My music face it my muses they always naked
Before truth my proof so no excuse
Bust a nut busy like business i move on through
Tobacco back door yeah I speak like Anselm
I rap like captain america yeah stare at ya that’s it
Thaw the city raw flow like 50
I show another religion now back to the 50s
Cause my cars hot my girls hot
My bank got more credit not
Over extend I bend to the real
Freud my loins clean my boys the new scene
My toys a new scheme I write to confuse dreams
I fight to impude seams break suits this ain’t lean
All fat dripping and all wet
Grill charcoal get
High with mics die like mike
On that tweaker shit grabbing electric fences all night
Ha what
Rock stuffed in the necklace bitch
Po Po already know this
So I roll past five oh liquor store my guy know
On my block he just show
The bourbon aged protected like no go
Like Sweden San Fran all Swedgen again
No bitches welcome just stay downstairs to scare doormats and rats
Implore democrats to switch sides to capital and checks
To real hoes and arched backs
I’m not calm don’t know why this take so long
My garbage get recycled quicker than I’m typing
My mics on backorder weed killer like blackwater
I’m serial all day like Tim Mcveigh
I stim on the stun drink the sun for morning fun
And I’m warning ya I’m pouring rain
Tornado NATO come again
Russia on the front what’s up
That’s what’s up Putin booting mother fucks
No stupid like loose ends got Trump friends
To sell again ride the Benz
High lens dark shades parades palisades
Paradise on ice live the life again anyway
Another day so stay away
Throw rocks Antifa fucks we leave ya bleeding all day
Got my MAGA shit right all right I buy rights
To set fireworks off any mothe fucking night
I like
Set my sights on tomorrow sigh and get high
Eight point five my Iggy simulate
In time another Disney rhyme
Vegetate thrice cause I’m great my shit stimulate
Rice on the plate with teriyaki no hate
Hot like u got shot
With adrenaline in the South African plot
PCP lace the reality no trace rewritten this pot be bitchin
So shut up and listen
I ain’t saying this shit again
You stupid Christian

We will be the meaning of the Earth.

hahaha

this town one big pussy waiting to get fucked


-50

Wah.

I can't type the noise my brain is mazzaking.

Shiet.

Hail the fuckin... whatever...

We got ambission mission
There will no longer be no intermission
If they be ready they be born four hundred thousand years from blast off
That's how I like to get my rocks off
That's how I like my rock, soft
100 high born bitches on my loft
Don't ask what we be doin
It's gloves off

oh shit
did you just do it
west side story this
ima real with it
no glory when bitches fold it
when they got no pizza so i’m on it
soprano piano i master the mastro
fast tho I don’t lie
I weak all week now tear up the sky
Test this u better best this
Or we gonna have some problems
I don’t play shit
I expect it
Lecture better like Ledger
Dead from the header
All drugs I’m drugging glee and flee the loving
no cops no bumming
All humming gas station loving
Donuts and hoe nuts to uniform cruciform
I’m serious this storm is mine u better count
Cause if not I’m bounding out
Told jenny off this time no doubt
Let the other one in full route
Speedway headway headlight never fight for rights
Only fight for the right to flight
30 k over and above ur burning city way
No service no electric no working
Eclectic so I guess you think u working
Beat some punk bitch in the street
Don’t mind me I’ll find my sublime
Where I count beats
1 2 3 4 no dope like those doors
implore i just roar i just score
weed inca indica indicates no forelorn
and no lock no pocket book i got
seven in the fifty heaven u better listen

I better listen he says I'm gonna cristen
This shit with blood piss
That I got from so much trekkin
I don't know Gods I know vast reken
I reken this one's gonna becon
Us to ride like we the fry of the bacon
No don't lie
Don't scry
Don't fake 'em
I like the best
The best
The fuckin breaken
Break the steak line
I'm on high grime
I don't like mundan
Unless it's full pran
I take the full can
I sip my aguardiente
And I watch you zip by if it's a sentence
But my oh my when we be peckin
There's no order there's just chorder
Let 'em border
I have lorder
Ouagh
I'm dirty like a fucking vulture's hom-a
But polished like your favourite stone gah
Spittin on your wheels of thread cause I want your thread
Bind it to mine for bitches make line
I ain't lain
Be best 'cause I want to take it
And I want you to make it so the taste is breakin
I want want want
I just see you so I invite you
To walk hand in hand with me through the baiou

What's taking him so long?
Is it so important his throng?
Take the world like Shenlong
Break the water like zom zom
I'm calm calm
Got strong balm
Got no alm

Shiet.
What's takin 'im so long?