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1. |
Fuckery
03:21
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Fuck fuck fucker
Of the arts
I’m rarer than k marts
About to outsmart
And outwrite motzart
Tomato, tomata sonata
Esto no es nada
I’m a black heart
I sit alone in the dark
No Otto von bismark
Aber Deutschlands Liebe ist stark
I think but Renee descarte
I don’t know where my car is parked
Clueless let’s do this for Lewis and Clark
Fuck fuck Fucker of the arts
One of many trademarks
Trust no bitch fuck a narc
Here you’ll find me on the chart
That’s how you can tell us apart
Return your fucking shopping cart
I’m only getting my start
I don’t leave my house for all the haters
I’m a doctor followed by curators
Give them defibrillators
The others take turns
In new great herds
We’re not on the same terms
A flame burns
You’re all like tape worms
The tables will turn
They gonna learn
It’s none of your concern
Screen monkey killing a Christmas fern
Go find another germ
There is no hook
Look
Go read a fucking book
I know these references got you shook
Fuck every class you took
I’m just smarter you overlook
Fuck can’t be fucked I swear
I don’t motherfucking care
About your robot mixtape claire
Spotify
Said I’m disqualified
Can’t say I tried
I’m crazy eyed
I think therefore my brain is fried
I gotta fight
For my right
On a fucking website
I got banned from Twitter forever
I don’t tread light as a feather
They said don’t tread I never say never
What’s this thread
Fucker out of our shit go to bed
My music never said hail satan
If anything it says godforsaken
Sorry boys I’m taken
In a break in
Mistaken
Ha no one’s gonna pay shit for my dumb ass
Antiques road show said pay us, we’ll pass
I’m a fucker take a class
You don’t like what you hear think fast
Because
I’m crass you won’t last nearly past the outcast, hey ya got it
No don’t ask, knuckles made of brass
with a gas mask
my music is chemical warfare
No Claire
That’s not on your list
They don’t like a fist
Fucking swung and missed
Industrial metal rap dismissed
Fucker of a genre that don’t exist
I’m on a waiting list
Take me to my psychiatrist
Fuck fuck fucker of the year
Come near
Hear ye hear ye…hear
Trap xylophone the crowd shall cheer
They jeer
I went from reading a Pap smear
For my career
To being a mutineer
Banned from a fucking medical career
I wish a fucker would, my dear
I’m just a fuckery engineer
Maybe I’ll catch your ear
Or maybe I’ll disappear
I’m no sonneteer
My soul needs an auctioneer
Bring it on is my peer to peer
I’ll never be crystal clear
But I’m not swinging from the chandelier
Bitch I’m too old, you hear
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2. |
I Want to be A Rockstar
03:31
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I want to be a rockstar
I want to change the radar
I was born a scar
I’ll tell you what you are
Tell me I’ll go far
I used to sing in the car
Now I rap with a guitar
Dumped the bitch with the swear jar
I know I’m bizarre
You could write my memoir
I don’t try, or try to raise the bar
I just wanted a sitar
To produce for Kendrick Lamar
Make me something obscene
I am unalike and still unseen
I want to be coming through the screen
To tell kids not to do drugs while they scream
Gaga and Manson somewhere in between
Would be the version of me but pg-13
I want to move to Europe to be the metal queen
All hail all hail all hail kerosene
Envy would no longer the noun for my green
My grass always blue the other side a dream
A wet dream with my therapist and the palm reader Helene
A hearse will be my limousine
I want to never be played on the radio because I’m unclean
Play me in a bdsm club when electricity is the theme
They fear me for my talk of a guillotine
They say I belong back in the time machine
I’m cold; my blood amphetamine
I am a Phoenix fuck Joaquin
You can’t write your own words
What are you trying to say to the herds
Well all I really have to say
Is I write circles around you all day
I want to make it big
You know rig
I know dig
I’ll rap I’ll sing I’ll play a sonneto
I have nice falsetto
Never forget though
This ain’t the marionette show
Like hello
It’s me
I write my own shit
This ain’t we
Tell me which part of myself to be
Powder me up but anymore and I leave
Fucker of the arts
Has the smarts
To know she can play all the parts
I got a BS not a BA
So I know when your shit ain’t ok
Play me on the station, cute
You got the punchline but not at the root
Oh these people are not astute
Music made for the people is dilute
Words are just there to help compute
Whether or not we give a hoot
Though they sing as though mute
In doodly doot
There is no dispute
I eat the forbidden fruit
Yeah guys, think I’ll scoot
You can’t write your own words
What are you trying to say to the herds
Well all I really have to say
Is I write circles around you all day
I want to make it big
You know rig
I know dig
Make me a rockstar; I care
I’ll fuckin smash everything I swear
But first I’ll say what I dare
No one will understand it, they can’t bare
I’ll get despair, a scare, and glare from Spotify Claire
Adele would cease to shriek on air
Billie lellish would shave off her hair
Lil wayne wouldn’t get the pun there
I dominate, call that a punnet square
Behold the girl out of nowhere
Don’t bother with Psychological warfare
You’re all so stupid yet you’re all a millionaire
Count your days though I don’t think it’s quite fair
For me to come and you to fold like a fucking lawn chair
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I’m running and changing my name to Helene
The grass on the other side was blue not green
I’ve lived life wanting to go unseen
I woke 10 years ago no longer the dancing queen
What kind of bullshit would I even dry clean
What do these symbols even mean
Dirty thirty coming to your home soon
I guess I’ll die alone one fine afternoon
Fuck this life heretofore
I’m moving to Europe once I get off the floor
I’ll be the queen of metal the masses adore
Once I get back in shape it’s over for you whore
When I turn 30 I’ll be happy like before
Or maybe that was just me knowing how to ignore
Dirty thirty coming to your home soon
I guess I’ll die alone one fine afternoon
Ok this song won’t end up sad
I’m not sad I used to be mad
Broke bitch gonna get a job might I add
Take that shit down on a notepad
My dreams went bad
I lost what I had
But I’m moving on now and I’m glad
Dirty thirty coming to your home soon
I guess I’ll die alone one fine afternoon
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Depressed depressed she’s depressed
I’m not blessed
I get no rest
Are you not impressed
Fucker of the arts triple charts
With no head starts
only thing my head got is smarts
if you only had a brain I’m breaking all these hearts
ima go straight into their carts
all these wherefore arts
ain’t where it’s why and why, no lie, is your end is nigh
Your’e musty and your music dry
Im knuckle dusty and not afraid to die
I’m crazy, you’re lazy
lay-dies are pimps too ask Jay Z
Go tell your ghostwriter this is how you do this shit
I made this song in 3 hours, go on and quit
My therapist got me fucked up
I get out of bed, isn’t that enough
Oh she’s manic oh it’s rough
I made two songs today, that’s not a bluff
No bitch, no time for other stuff
I sit the the dark and hope I cause a spark
Hit a mark
Fuck I’m ready to drown a shark
This is a walk in the park
Pick a genre or a landmark
UK and NZ say on your mark
Radio says hark
Behold label-less, unstableness, but ableness
To show you how it’s done
Shit was made in a basement hun
All by me for fun
I write poems around your ass like English 101
You have a dry spell I have no dry run
Bills lellish is no one
The US many a shit for brain so I don’t care if they shun
They don’t like how I’m NOT spun
Don’t get my lyrics
Have you heard of a pun
Yeah, zero fans can be outdone
But how many of their songs are actually well done son
And who wrote those for them, chum
Call that the ghost writer no brighter
than the foo fighter who grew whiter
And didn’t have to fire
Kurt cobain
he did that and not with a flame
and what I’m trying to say all the same
is music died and you’re to blame
Did you get the pun; I put it plain
probably not herr shit for brain
Go tell your ghostwriter this is how you do this shit
I made this song in 3 hours, go on and quit
So I’m depressed well no not quite
I didn’t see daylight but I got my pedialyte and my cats are alright
9-5 more like through the night
All I know is write
The doctors all afright
They’re not at my height
Radio called me a genius, is my future bright
This life’s a China shop to my bullfight
Girl outta nowhere
I don’t care
If they don’t spare
A like now, or dare
To hear me and even go there
Sorry Claire
Why don’t you blare
Adele and maybe she’ll care
To release a single song
Before too long
Like years, am I wrong
Her shits gonna sit atop the chart all year long
I’m a bitch not meant to belong
But I’m coming on strong
And my music is unalike
I didn’t learn to ride a bike
But I never even rode a trike
When I was a tyke
I did whatever and without a Klondike
I’m different what’s your counterstrike
Same shit, different day?
You really find that ok?
How to save a life like the Fray
Your music is 50 shades of grey
My dominatrix friends and I say
You don’t know what you’re missing mkay
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Coming of Age
03:18
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I lived I lived in a god damn cage
Explosion girl hit the page
The day the sadness met the rage
Killing my jailer was coming-of-age
Zero sum my life had become
Numb I beat it numb
Not deaf not blind not dumb
I am where did she come from
I loved I loved in a god damn shell
Shot gun maybe sea but one from hell
I put it against my head, it fit well
It was just me in the end I could tell
A fucker looked at me
Took to me
Smother
Another hook
Look
I’m a book
But you can’t read
They shook
Deaf blind dumb
They mistook
I am an explosion
You’ve known one
But I disown some
Parts that don’t take to arts
They’ve been excluded
From this poem, denuded
I tried, I secluded
Rather they are mine
But people take time
To wear off your shine
To say you’re fine
They say this belongs now to me
I say does the jailer go free
When I have the key
Not under my tongue
But in the jugular where I swung
Because I climbed every rung
And I was still the girl unsung
But there’s no end where my hat is hung
And you’re fucking means
And what I mean is that you’re not keen and what you’ve seen
Is a single surface scratch
and like a match
It only takes one and it’s already begun
So if you put me back in a cage
You’ll be met with a rage
You’ll never disengage
And so take a page
From explosion girl’s book
And if you’re the jailer then look
At her eyes
When she finds
Another deaf dumb and blind
Big girls don’t cry
I know bad guy
When I see him die
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Redgrass
03:06
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I have country roots that go down deep
Somehow they grew past my black sheep
Georgia girl no southern belle for your upkeep
Play anyone else’s bluegrass and I’ll fall asleep
Play anyone else’s country and I’ll call it cheap
I shred the blues guitar and all the ladies weep
You want blue grass well mine is offhand
I came from metal this is a one night stand
Fucked around and made my own brand
My grass ain’t green it’s red, understand
Your percussion is stupid, I program it on a dime
You play so fast it’s like you ain’t got the time
Go back to the mountains and we’ll all be just fine
Or Alabama with your banjo, hipster ass by design
5 simple notes well I have no punch line
But that’s not when I end and I don’t start at nine
You want blue grass well mine is offhand
I came from metal this is a one night stand
Fucked around and made my own brand
My grass ain’t green it’s red, understand
You stole from the blues and made it lame
Country, bluegrass, Zeppelin did the same
Sure yeehaw but, dear, I’ll put it plain
I don’t like this genre; this is a numbers game
It’s white trash classical, but all the same
I was born to put you fuckers to shame
You want blue grass well mine is offhand
I came from metal this is a one night stand
Fucked around and made my own brand
My grass ain’t green it’s red, understand
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7. |
Plain Love Song
02:46
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This is not a song this is a poem
If you have vivid show some
If you have daydreams know them
I am a figment don’t go numb
My eyes are not a window
You’re under my skin though
In love in love must be dream-wise
They always say be wise
The girl has green eyes
There’s a hope to how she shies
This is just a plain love song
I won’t be here very long
When I dream they ask what’s wrong
I just think I missed out all along
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Vultures
03:02
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The weather changes like whether
You and I were ever together
I brave it I am jagged as ever
Two birds one stone of a feather
My heart is black as a shadow
Vultures are how I know where to go
A lie was not so white
what are we tonight
I fas finite; wrong light, wrong life
I forgot what love was like
We still talk but I disappeared to try to get away
I came back even though I didn’t need to as a stray
She said she wrote a letter hoping I’d come back someday
If I had to write her a letter it’d be blank or maybe just say
You broke my heart and made me think I was to blame
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No and Fuck You
03:53
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Finally gonna move away from the thief
I lost it all, to be brief
I don’t have a home or a belief
Here all I’ve known is grief
Please let me in for the time being
I’m running free I’m not fleeing
The girl left too, it all comes in threes
But I lost count after being brought to my knees
She used to say there were no guarantees
Try try again well I walked a trapeze
Please let me in for the time being
I’m running free I’m not fleeing
What happens when you say no
They say go
Get your shit and know
You will get
A fucking hit
to the way you grow
We don’t fucking care though
Ok now show
The class how your ass
Is gonna be grass
He laughs
I am trapped
I was kidnapped
Before, I was untapped
Now, the girl that snapped
I didn’t adapt
I didn’t say please
No thanks I won’t appease
You know nothing like Socrates
But are there guarantees
Are there forests without trees
I walk the trapeze
With no expertise
But I would fucking kill you just to put myself at ease
That’s right
I don’t fight
Fair like you
Or take it too
But I am inhumane
My hatred sits in a fucking gas main
Push me and see if I can contain
Because now my name
Is defamed
And my life will never be the same
My dream got left behind like sixes mine
in 49
because the wasted time
read a sign
and now I rhyme on a dime
and climb each rung to leave behind
and keep sound my mind
because it is mine
and I find no one gives back in kind
and it’s no crime to unwind
someone’s lifeline
Steal from their gold mine
steal their shine
I redefine
I am serpentine
Redrawing the starting line
not followed by the blind
I am not inclined to resign
I rebuild, redesign
If you fear me, get in line
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Verse Chorus Unversed
03:04
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I’m never the one to break a heart first
I used to think that love hurt the worst
I’d have a get drunk and fuck outburst
In this verse I admit I am unversed
But I still think I’m a little bit cursed
I always get blindsided by a hearse
I’m a mess, nice to meet you too
The grass on the other side was blue
Is it that color for you
Did I miss the bus, did I miss a cue
The mirror asked do I know you
I go for older women don’t ask me why
I know why and I will lie
Though I am probably surveilled by the FBI
I need someone to care for me and stand by
They always want to oversimplify
I am hard, they eventually vilify
I’m a mess, nice to meet you too
The grass on the other side was blue
Is it that color for you
Did I miss the bus, did I miss a cue
The mirror asked do I know you
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11. |
Wolf part II
03:15
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Oh mademoiselle may I come in
The rain has come and I am lost again
The wood is a winding eye within
I’ll introduce myself but how to begin
Sheep black as a pot calling a kettle
The wolf came and I let him settle
He never blew down my house to get inside
I said a visitor at last, welcomed him with pride
There is a place in me I let him hide
Who am I now that I died
I don’t wear sheep’s clothing anymore
So dear I am the wolf that came to your door
But you let me in and I sleep on your floor
Sometimes you want what you never ask for
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I broke up with my therapist today
She put me in a box right away
ADHD, Bipolar, and gay
Don’t know what the fuck patient’s trying to say
No charge for the freak show, my spirit is free
I’m not whatever you’re trying to make me be
I used to be a doctor but they said I’m on drugs
My tests are negative, the medical board shrugs
Fuck off I tell all the lady bugs
Life’s a bitch and it sure as shit slugs
No charge for the freak show, my spirit is free
I’m not whatever you’re trying to make me be
I’m just 28
Don’t hate
This is a long wait
Basement bitch fate
No trick, cheapskate
A cut ties rate
Is this a debate
Can I stay irate
Can your head go on a plate
I’m gay trying to get it straight
I’m missing a due date
Somehow I got here late
If there was a floodgate
It didn’t work great
And I came out of a grate
To ask some girl on a date
What is sex
for anymore whore
if not to frustrate
Qui sait
My soul mate
Was solely click bait
I fixate
On a fixed date
Fixed rate
Fixed trait
It’s great
It’s shaped
To no shipmate
Shit faced
To get raped
This waste
This age
No quick save
Just bricks laid
In this state
A bit late
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13. |
Ice Tray Curse
02:25
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I’m a fucking champ let that sting
Oh wayyyy oh like the Offspring
I rap but do you guys know I sing
I made a new song out of nothing
What would you call this mess
I’m a deconstruction in progress
Midnight train out of Georgia express
No more name and address
Fucked up by the Voodou sorceress
Used to be a dominatrix adulteress
It’s a wild ride I guess
The curse is broken waiting for the spell
It’s been dry going through hell
I’m waiting for the context of the word to spell
K-I—S-S-I-N-G in a tree and I fell
What would you call this mess
I’m a deconstruction in progress
Midnight train out of Georgia express
No more name and address
Fucked up by the Voodou sorceress
Used to be a dominatrix adulteress
It’s a wild ride I guess
Broke bitch got a job, tell ice trays bye bye
I learned what money can’t fucking buy
I’ve wandered around life like a housefly
At the end of the month Ima cry
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Pyrophoria Atlanta, Georgia
The one woman band from Atlanta, Georgia.
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