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KILLIN' TIME TIL IT'S KILLING TIME

by PAULY CREEP-O

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Pauly Creep-O "LORD OF THE TRASH" Pile up the gristle and race to the top. There's Nazis in the pigpen, elitists in the slop. Social media heroes in a false Saving grace. Why don't you go Murder the police, and shoot nazis in the face? When it all comes full circle it bites back with rows of teeth. Shatter worn out notions, discard old ideas, burn down dead beliefs. Slave to the grave, Heard like mentalities walk a path that's been paved. Bloody knees you beg for your scene to be saved. Just become a dirty kid when there is no longer a rave. Lowering the standards of a mundane lifestyle. Status quo justifies filth as a need. Consume everything to satisfy the hunger and greed. A parasitic life form, a human disease. Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat. Victimize you? Victimize this, I'll victimize you will my fucking fists. It's all about you on the Internet feed. It's all about you and your corporate greed. It's all about you on the cell phone screen. Devour rotten harvest from a ignorant seed. Rewarding mediocrity with a fistful of cash. Messiah of empty praise, Lord of the trash. Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat. -PAULY CREEP-O 2017-
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Pauly Creep-O "LORD OF THE TRASH" Pile up the gristle and race to the top. There's Nazis in the pigpen, elitists in the slop. Social media heroes in a false Saving grace. Why don't you go Murder the police, and shoot nazis in the face? When it all comes full circle it bites back with rows of teeth. Shatter worn out notions, discard old ideas, burn down dead beliefs. Slave to the grave, Heard like mentalities walk a path that's been paved. Bloody knees you beg for your scene to be saved. Just become a dirty kid when there is no longer a rave. Lowering the standards of a mundane lifestyle. Status quo justifies filth as a need. Consume everything to satisfy the hunger and greed. A parasitic life form, a human disease. Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat. Victimize you? Victimize this, I'll victimize you will my fucking fists. It's all about you on the Internet feed. It's all about you and your corporate greed. It's all about you on the cell phone screen. Devour rotten harvest from a ignorant seed. Rewarding mediocrity with a fistful of cash. Messiah of empty praise, Lord of the trash. Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat. -PAULY CREEP-O 2017-
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All I want for Christmas is more dead cops, more dead cops,… More dead cops. All I want for Christmas is more dead cops, in a pile at my feet. And may all their skulls pave my way every day to victory. Using logic and reason it’s always in season to murder the police for Satan. With all them hoof prints around your bed, it’s true you fear the boogie man until the day you were dead. Punished and plagued with this obsolete Jesus, drowning in piss in this social abyss. Jesus spat from a rotten womb, it’s truly the season to consume.
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Pauly Creep-O “Mediocrity in the 405” If this fucking songs easy enough for your simian mind to digest I hope you fucking choke. Well I stayed up all night bitching about the things I want, the things I like, and doing too much coke. And if the next day I were a dog I’d be a melancholy, especially with all the whining, moping, and wallerin’ round in my own fucking filth once again. I got diarrhea because that coke is fucking lame and it’s cut with all sorts of nothings that aren’t cocaine, so shut up mom get out of my room. It’s not my fault I’m 32. I’m doing coke with my friends! And we’ll all get shitty fucking wasted on 3.2 again talk about “remember whens“. If I had faith in anything, it would that one day I will be eliminated from this earth from a nuclear attack that could come at any moment, oh I wish it would come. Then we can wither away from all the filth and decay. Because the human race is here to die. I don’t care, won’t even cry. If this fucking song is easy enough for your feeble brains to digest I hope you choke while you do your fucking coke, drinking 40s, hanging out with friends. And you can sniff all the glue that you want! Sniff all the glue that you want to, if it gives you a fucking idea that is dead. An idea that is already fucking dead. And if gets to be enough for you, remember every single fucking thing that you do will be absolutely forgotten one day. And I’m sitting here at 32 on the edge of my bed just kinda’ wishing I were dead. From last night doing too much cocaine and now I’m shitting myself. And my friends all got wasted, hey because that’s what best friends do when you’re a 32-year-old punk rock guy. There’s nothing else to do with this fucking town but get drunk. Get in a fucking fight and get drunk. The when you wake up you’ll do a little blow and probably get diarrhea again. ‘Cocaine in this town is cut so fucking much, and if I have to drink another 3.2 I think I’m going to lose my lunch, so shut up mom get out of my room I don’t need your dinner at all. And the next time that you pray for me will you wash out your filthy mouth? Because the cocaine in this town is absolute dog shit and you’ll probably going to get diarrhea again and the 3.2 makes me sick. And my friends got shitty wasted, 32-year-old puck sitting on the edge of his bed with the cocaine blues again.

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released September 11, 2017

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PAULY CREEP-O
(est. 2011)
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Washington State/Oklahoma VooDoo Gospel

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