1. |
Patient Zero
10:01
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2. |
The Mask Slips
04:25
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Yes, I’m normal. I ate a Clif bar for breakfast, I brushed my teeth, I put on deodorant. That’s what separates me from the meth-heads. I wear socks, because humans wear socks. I go to my job where I work. I’m on the lease on my apartment. I drink coffee. Donut Shop Mocha Latte. Hopefully no one bothers me today. They’ll see inside me and see I’m not human, but a machine, a simple organism, pretending to be human. My cover only works for so long. I am completely empty and hollow inside. But, if I try hard enough, if I smile, if I say “good, how are you” and things of that nature, I will fool the humans. I have a trained reflex to smile when I make eye contact especially with other white people, so they will think of me as one of their own. I am not a horrible person because I can’t tell east from west, or left from right. Oh shit, here they come. Haha yes. Nice to see you, oh, you too. Have a great night, have a good time, now. Welcome to paradise. Another dime another dollar, huh? Different shit same day. I’m here for business. Because I’m a grown man, I take care of business. Here is my business. Thank you for your money, I appreciate your business, because I’m a businessman, and I say professional things. I work hard for my money, and even though generational wealth helps me. Yes, I have a girlfriend. She’s known as Critical, we’ve been together five I mean four I mean two years. I know that’s a normal thing that human people have, girlfriends right? Oh thank you, congratulations to you also, for your comments.
No, I don’t watch football. Hey, come on! Leave me alone! Alright Stop Looking at me. Stop it. I’m sorry, what I can’t stretch my legs? I gotta be your little bitch ass kisser? I’m Not Doing That. Sorry. You know, what, Fuck you, eat my asshole, and I’ve been stealing your silverware. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, alright? No, I’m serious, I’ll give you your silverware back. Take it out of my last check. But I can’t work with a bunch of neurotypicals looking at me with their dead eyes. You’re a cunt, and so is your sister. And your mother takes it in the ass. Goodbye!!! What the Fuck I needed that job! What the hell am I gonna do now, that job gave me $700 every two weeks to stand there and be nice. That’s all I had to do, stand there and be nice, and I couldn’t do it.
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3. |
Exorcism Slip A
03:56
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Like Roger Rabbit
Threw myself through a wall of bad habits
My eyeballs melt with vicious static that I'm
Rapidly spewing above the placement
How the fuck you gon' do that?
Tas the turn on the radio broadcast
The clouds of a legion of Chalk goblins
Frozen in a stance of erroneous problems
All spears in another gentrification
Which aligns with your heart and its fuckin' sickness
You make me fuckin' sick
With your "I don't hate black but I love white" bullshit
Put my hand in a blender
Tie my foot to the fang of a serpent
If you ain't hurtin', what the fuck you learnin'?
Your ignorance is increasingly apparent
And that's what the problem is
Shit's so fucked I don't know where to begin
The type of evil you inherit is the comfort of a cul-de-sac
The thumb of an aristocrat
As you watch it burn up like a pile of a putrid fire
Which melts under the barren land we live that
Judgement day is coming homie and it ain't
Being dished out by Gabriel or any other self-proclaimed angel
Body's still on the concrete
Trampled over by a personal paid police
Excuse me officer can you hold this grenade
While I buy a handle of liquor
And I promise I'll be back within the hour
And if I ain't just holdin' a little bit longer
Held down your knee to push out the breath
And the last puff came with the stench of death motherfucker
This devil within you controls you
This nation needs an exorcism
Put my hand in a blender
Tie my foot to the fang of a serpent
If you ain't hurtin', what the fuck you learnin'?
Your ignorance is increasingly apparent
Your catchphrase "I ain't racist but"
Needs to be punched right out of your fucking gut
This country is broken
They will leave you to die in the street
Kill a man just because
Kid is what made the bust
Get back home from the game
This nation glorifies pain
Trapped inside a membrane
Writing down trope mistakes
And all you can think to say
Is that it's not that simple
Death is clear, you can't hide
You're killing just to abide
If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times!
Go home racist
Go home racist
Get the fuck out of here
Goodbye
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4. |
Pigs on the Run
11:34
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Black! Black! Black! Black!
Hol up hol up hol up hol up hol up
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5. |
Transgression
08:42
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Wrong, wrong, wrong! That’s wrong. You can’t smoke in here, sir. I’ll show you the exit. And you need to be 25 feet from the exit if you want to smoke. You need to be off the clock if you want to wait in here. Excuse me, are you leaving? No phones, excuse me no phone, please. Sir? Sir, what’s that in your bag? Sir? Yes, Jimothy? Will you keep an eye on Mr. Babcock while I phone the police? Yes Mr. Detective Boot, I do intend to press charges. What charges? Well, let’s think for a second. Grand larceny is the first one, but I feel like trespassing and resisting arrest - yes he also spat on me, so add battery to the mix. This man is certainly dangerous, and I anxiously await your arrival so we can put this troublemaker in jail together. And this is rather off-topic, but I can suspect other crimes this individual is guilty of. Yes, I’ll hold.
Canceled!!! I canceled your punk ass! Returned, Erased, Held Accountable!! Better luck next lifetime! We’re not having any problematic problems like the likes of you stain our very noble and cultured Black Feminist Lives Matter Sexual Assault Mutual Aid rock n roll kegger at Gabe’s Lift Mill Mews Blossom in Iowa City, ask a punk, where no one gets hurt, and no one’s feelings get spiked. The bartender has a PhD in bein’ swell and if you don’t believe me, ask Mr. Max Wellman, who certainly hates you as much as I do. I’m better than you! I’m better than you I get more pussy than you, and you’re the one wearing women’s clothes. Consensual pussy that is, and I can prove it. I’m gonna blow off your show for 80/35 and cry like a bitch on Snapchat and continue the witch hunt against your friends. Don’t bother bringing that white trash around here, we’ll curb stomp your ass into submission with our smoking hot token transgender pussy.
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6. |
Get e.r.A.A.S.e.d.
03:45
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[Newt Grundy:]
Stop with a thin eye
Keep a space
Keep it up to fabricate
Death is too elaborate
The weight it falls on a stuck-eyed bark
Sticks for days and it went stale skart
You better back up when it begins to bark
I'm hype on the shit, hit it in the dark
I'm hype on the shit, hit in the dark
Absence a life is a loss of ownership
Propriety look familiar to you greedy fucking bastards
We're gonna take what we deserve
But we won't consider hide the fact you heard that
You pulled it out here comes the snapback
Didn't predict that this well
I saw that shit called ironic playback
Put that on my TV and play back
I suffer the baby of moral ambiguity
Yet sold my sense of any self scrutiny
Approach my mortal compass death over abyss
I cease and I desist to resist
My sense is violence
You disagree my john still with a wire
Makes it to the grocery store
Data is the stone fall into infinity
What would you find in each other's great company
You better back up when it begins to bark
I'm hype on the shit, hit it in the dark
In the wolf's mouth is a piece of a star
Shot from a gun to shot from a far
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7. |
Indoctrination
04:04
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Fuck you. I just wanted to fucking talk.
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8. |
Untitled
14:33
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Erases Eraser Denver, Colorado
Erases Eraser (T. A. Babcock) is an experimental electronic artist, visual artist, and computer programmer. He has been making music since 2014. He played drums in Tantrum Throwers and Culture Chester.
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