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Scrap Metal

by Pyrophoria

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1.
Scrappy 02:27
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Get up Yup This a roundup From the ground up you look like a book shut, stupid and cookie cut, you might can read somewhat No if and or a but, badmouthers get what? cut down with an uppercut Don’t interrupt You’re teething and I’m seething, not breathing, leaving is my greeting, my rhythm is a beating This room ain’t for seating, you’ll be retreating, cheating is competing if your opponent’s bleeding before conceding My life bears repeating The story of defeating The girl unheeding I’m a shrapnel put me back in one piece I’m a fire that don’t cease I’m metal like sheets The word on the streets Anyway It’s garbage day Get your shit in a bag and go sit cause you’re going away Your tooth ain’t cut Dumb not dumbstruck You’re a child I wish they’d abduct because fuck you gonna get bucked off the garbage truck if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m a shrapnel put me back in one piece I’m a fire that don’t cease I’m metal like sheets The word on the streets My mouth tastes like metal I am loved me not like a petal I unsettle, heart black as the pot and the kettle I’m scrappy don’t meddle Got a task for a gas pedal Put me back together Two stone and a bird not of a feather Please ask me about the weather and whether I’m at the end of my tether High boots in all leather My life is all never My close ties all sever I am whoever is most clever Scarlet is not red letter You are who? not better You’re a truck I’m a wrecker You fight like a beggar In the story I’m the header Put me in the shredder I’m a shrapnel put me back in one piece I’m a fire that don’t cease I’m metal like sheets The word on the streets
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Don't Do Drugs Kids 03:38
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They say not to choose violence but In the silence those who choose defiance get them down like to a science I am a fucking noncompliance At war with no alliance Time bomb ticking to the tee In my life an absentee How did I end up with me when who I see in the mirror broke free And left me like a cat in a tree We all go down don’t you see We all go down like in history But I’ll go down in infamy The Oracle was no hyperbole I am the drug that devours you I am a bullet through and through They say to pick your battles But like a cage that rattles Your bones break, stone like a shrapnel I grapple You come right off your axle I’m not a hyder like a jeckyll, jackle Fire spits like this; doesn’t crackle You’re a broken off shackle Barely worth the hassle I don’t do a tassel if the loser skedaddle I don’t dabble or hear a gavel I’m the road never travelled Cut like diamond, dazzle I came here to razzle but you already frazzled My gun brand new like cattle Get up off the gravel You gonna get a paddle This the part where you unravel I am the drug that devours you I am a bullet through and through So don’t do drugs kids as they like to say But my eyelids close when I make way For the day they drag me like a cigarette; ashes to ashtray A drug is child’s play Mainline the time I found a rhyme and opened up like it was a crime to open fire with a carbine when you were in the line and on fire for a rule of nine I am not fine I am a warning sign I have landed like a mine somewhere undefined I do not want humankind I do not want peace of mind I’m a drug that scares you blind Don’t try me; don’t get behind You want what they don’t want you to find They prod me for how I was designed I am disinclined I remind that I am a drug that’s cut and closed shut I am not who I am what Flicked off like a cigarette butt I am abrupt and I self-destruct You and whose army are fucked You and whose army awestruck So I guess your out of luck So don’t do drugs kids and I struck
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Don't Grow Up 03:42
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4.
Ice Cream Truck 02:13
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Ice cream truck rollin out It’s December but it don’t give a fuck bout winter it can hardly remember what temperature to keep its shit at The vender was in a fender bender last September Street race winner Like me it is cold inside and has probably also seen a body, like, that died My brain is not frozen it’s fried Man fell out van, van now mine Time for joyride Blast the music making turns all wide While the children who ran outside cried I am god dam bonafide Smacking gum summer fun pigtails liquor store run The ice cream truck is fun Ice cream truck don’t give a fuck about your kids Pullin up to pick up a push up pop Child we ain’t got that shit chop chop About to close up shop No complete stop at the sign in front of a cop Fuck you I got Some soap for you to drop (Incognito turn the music off) Hot shot I don’t get caught You get smoked and taught how you ought To address a lady causing onslaught In a nice vehicular establishment stocked With tweeties and a glock This is my block Go police the crosswalk Ima take a dollar and be a mauler for the the road block Anyway do you have a light Because it’s lights out for you goodnight I fuck like I fight Always out of spite Ice cream truck rolls off into the night
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Ain't Shit 02:51
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Yeah I’m mental Be gentle The look not coincidental These friends are a rental Menthols, resentful I take the fall I had potential after all I am inessential and I brawl Don’t fuck with crazy unless you bravely don’t fear for your safety Motherfucker I didn’t come here to be a lady Lately I’ve been stewing in my own gravy namely Ending these old navy fuck’s careers fresh as a daisy and they’re so lazy they didn’t see it comin im lovin the way they say uncle but it’s too late now not to buckle, fumble words, or bungle Thought I wouldn’t be disgruntled You opened the floodgate More clever? I think you might be late Let me publicly humiliate That’s right bitch haters ARE gonna hate Cause I blew you out the water Took you like a lamb to slaughter My words worth more that your estate Devastatingly first-rate Not lose-lose, but lose some weight I’m serving, have a plate How many ways can I say checkmate This cunt is so dumb I am wondering how scum grew two thumbs How did your actions become zero sum You reap what you sow so you’ve drowned where you’ve swum You can’t run, hun, too much fun, I’m not done, even when I already won Check one check one two Is anyone home or did you miss the cue Because you just eat glue and spew a slew of *fuck if I know if it’s really true* We all know now sue I’m going to play a kazoo at your debut As a clown that got cooked like barbecue I know you’re salty but what can I do I stumbled upon a goldmine of no fuck YOU You lied because you ain’t shit Find a book and maybe look at it I may be crazy but I’ve got grit You’ve got tax fraud in the northern district You’ve got no rights to the lies you licked You my good bitch cower like a drug addict If you don’t want beef then don’t ask for it Fucker you ever heard talk shit get hit Please sit, you will now get ripped, like RIP You’ll see if you haven’t seen You’ve played with fire miss smokescreen Fucking Kerosene All hail the the Queen Blue not in your bloodstream Yeah you’re mean but not keen Your skin cries nicotine You don’t wear sunscreen You teeth could use a clean You’d drop kick a vending machine I’ll bask in your hate now I think While you sit there and just blink You’re dirty, dump you in the sink Clink I turn to the camera to wink I found the weakest link The bleakest little chickadee No one expected it to be me Crazy knows no bounds, it runs free And goes on the wildest spree of fuckery Now let’s try the spelling bee F-U-C K l m n o Peak High Peak High So I’ll take this shit to court in reply And you’ll pay me to watch all your dreams die So ta ta for now, goodbye
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See You In Hell 02:29
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7.
White Girl Music 02:53
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Oh good god you wrote your own god damn song I’m clocking in at 3 Hundred of my own and goin strong Tell me I’m wrong but is a sing-a-long supposed to hit so wrong Was it written with a crayon was it a play on words because I’m a hate on it gets worse when you wait on something to applaud To nod your head as if she ain’t just said Oooh oooh oh oh on god Choppy choppy choppy Your songs all copied and sloppy Came up in the scene all cocky I’m coming like Nagasaki You should drink your coffee Back to your shitty music again Whoever wrote it must now leave the playpen How much you pay him to be so fucking dim I can’t swim for a synonym Which is dive But you’re so shallow that as long as I’m alive Ima drive down your top five songs played live til they prescribe me a better way to describe the way I feel inside because music died And in my stride I will strive to survive without losing my mind when I cannot only run circles around but also while blind and maybe I will find a radio I can get behind Choppy choppy choppy Your songs all copied and sloppy Came up in the scene all cocky I’m coming like Nagasaki You should drink your coffee But fuck all I have now is this shit, tswift Billie I am edgy and probably shoplift Ed sheeran with the gayest shit on the list Justin Bieber maybe gayer but maybe that don’t exist A Grammy for which goddamn ever loser I missed What’s this Yeah that’s me sis I’m broke yet you miss every shot that made you a joke Amiss You can have the limelight but choke On your sub par song you never wrote I don’t care about autotune just the quote You leave behind on a bad note So stay pretty or they’ll demote Stay plastic or they’ll cut your throat You are nothing under a trench coat You are nothing cause you don’t rock the boat
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Orange Is The New Apple 02:33
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Early Late Twenties 02:47
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Sweet Jesus I am almost thirty Yet this basement is so dirty The job app wordy my eyes blurry I think I have scurvy I’m in some kind of hurry I worry that I’m so bloodthirsty and yet feel so flirty Autistic or quirky the water is murky How to sleep late too early Roll out like a derby I am controversy Firstly I would not like to thank The spirit of the bank Where no check deposited was once blank That’s ok but I go bitchcakes I get a bellyache and just break How am I broke when I woke with a stroke of genius of note Pendejo you are like poison oak, you get my goat with the dumb words you spoke, you motorboat the coke, choke on smoke, and then redeem daddys bank note What the fuck go deepthroat on a boat that don’t float in a raincoat as yellow as a yolk, faggot drop the soap cause nope I’m beyond your scope End quote I just walk the broke bitch tightrope Haters gonna hate Broke bitch gonna get a cut-rate I’m just gonna miss the due date That shit can wait ima sleep late I left my car door unlocked as if to prove Thieves gonna thieve if you let them boo What a dick move My social security card we’ll disregard Not sure if it’a lost can’t find but won’t try hard You can have my identity Let that bitch go free Fake my own death and flee These bastards keep robbing me blind I’ve been fined I never signed to be left behind not in kind I gaslight myself when I can’t find These effing kids with their bibs stay out of mine and in your own cribs I have dibs on my things but I don’t know what a mortgage is or brings to the table I am not able to be stable I don’t pay for cable because the bill is not like goodwill where the colors get me price cuts and always will I am colorful like a pill Moderately mentally ill I am in a pickle dill Bad bitch and always will, rap is yet another skill, I dress to kill you kill time still, of your own will, chill with the thrill of going down hill, I was born in a landfill, this is not a drill, you scared cause I eye you still Haters gonna hate Broke bitch gonna get a cut-rate I’m just gonna miss the due date That shit can wait ima sleep late You drive like you want to race son Talk shit get hit and run You’ll be like a spiderweb tailspun I wouldn’t curse in front of a nun But hun You’re getting fucked if you pull a gun Roll out cause you’re out done Longshot got you on a long leash for fun And it’s just begun I won you must have overslept Even when you overstepped There’s a secret I’ve always kept Always capitalize with the inept In a new white corvette, accept the bet, you sweat, in debt, dead set to follow through with a threat, don’t forget, says the brunette, we just met but you’ll regret I am 27 and some kind of adept A fucking street racer prepped Jesus wept Haters gonna hate Broke bitch gonna get a cut-rate I’m just gonna miss the due date That shit can wait ima sleep late
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Scrapyard 02:38
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A punchcard to the junkyard I am scarred, barred It's not hard to stay on guard When the back and forths are at large And I'm alone and in charge I'm a phone Call you never saw I am a bone Picked raw I'm in half You have the saw. I'ma laugh ha Mr. man of straw I'm the outlaw Of Arkansas So yeehaw Hold my bra No gun draw Broken jaw Blah blah blah They stood in awe I'm the jigsaw All say hurrah I am made from trash and there's a gash That I rehash Bat no eyelash Platinum blonde getting cash She's got red buttons to mash She has a paper stash Receipts for a gash Plastic and ash Made a dash from a car crash, whiplash, road rash, flashback or back in a flash I'm getting smashed In a wrecker In a double decker Let me go on record And say I am ok I was meant to be made of gray And die out in an ashtray I am shiny like a night's freeway Cemented over in a driveway My heart burns like pepper spray I am a fire that likes to play That's probably it for today Which parts of me are free Lead heavy as can be I carry on, I don't flee Carry on with your jubilee What's it like to be me Junkyard rambler Junkyard scrambler Back together piece by piece The drive in me needs grease I am bound by a lease To a home I'm locked Out of and I knocked Like I had no doubt of Clocks ticking loud enough For life to move on The girl is gone There is no one home for a thrown out woman all grown but not shown, monochrome and alone, blown out, monotone she should've known the Phone rang til it had enough Why can't my life pickup The plastic gonna slough But I am tough Made of scrap metal not precious I am deathless Not worth a penny but of the many I am twenty Four seven Sweatin Seven day Making way For myself to come back and stay

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released May 19, 2021

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