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Wiki:
From 2023 album 'Music That Humans Can Play' Vancouver based band. alt punk, new wave since 2017. Jiffy Marx - vocals, synths, guitars The Silo - vocals, drums, synths, guitars CC Voltage - vocals, bass, guitars Lars Von Seattle - guitars and vocals Jiffy Marx - vocals, synths, guitars The Silo - vocals, drums, synths, guitars CC Voltage - vocals, bass, guitars Lars Von Seattle - guitars and vocals
Lyrics:
[Intro: Demetrius & Airborne] Shoe Gang My dude Airborne (what up homie) Y'all should've never put us together (haha) We 'bout to kill some shit, let's get it (yeah) [Verse I: Cameron Airborne] So ahead of my time man I'm talking light years Took a step inside my time machine and it brought me right here Now I'm the type to pick up a mic and you might fear Cause I'm like a knife in a fight with a slice I'll end your life here Bitch I'll go run up inside the church and kidnap the pastor Pull a gun from under my shirt when I burst I'll spark it at 'ya Uhh, then I'll go and confess my sins Drink some holy water then chase it down with some Gin Yeah, bitch we are so far from equal Take a trip in my cerebral you'll witness some pure evil My flow so dope bitch one dose of this shit is lethal Like the drug up on the spoon that you stickin' up in the needle Look, I'll leave your blood up on my shirt After I put you in the dirt just so you can be down to Earth I am not human I'm something much more diverse Bitch I cut my way out of my mother's stomach at birth [Verse II: Julius] I'm feeling pissy tipsy, let me finish this fifth of whiskey I'm a hit anyone within hittin' distance Ali mixed with Dempsey I'm sick and I'm mental really I got a lifetime subscription of issues, 'bout my issues like I'm tippin' Nipsey I'm starving, got a appetite for destruction We the new Dogg Pound and I'm rapping like I'm Kuruption Beware of my beast team, I carry a meat cleav-er Flow so scary the beat scream like Two pieces on my side no mistresses I tear rappers up like Christmas gifts December 25th, brain sharper than a prison shiv You don't know the plural of business, here's what the businesses (business is) It's Docta J, give me a mic and I don't play with it I'm 365 with it 24 hours a day with it J's a boss don't shit crack without J okay in it I'm no joke like spelling joke without J-O-K in it [Verse III: Kenny] Yo, thinking out loud A nigga probably stink I probably reek of that loud I get bud, B-U-D G-E-T, bud-get fitted in my B-U-D-G-E-T, budget Rather a nigga flat broke or got dough I got smokes See my cash low my gat low my hat low, Uhh Kiss my ass is getting old Look it, tell these bitches to-kiss my tuckus I'm on some goon shit like (D-E-B-O) Dressed in all black like that DC hero A nigga trying to ball like CP3 though And drape myself in gold like C-3PO I don't want much maybe a three freak trio, E-E can show them my freaky estilo Dive deep right off in her deep sea Nemo Beat cheeks right after I skeet skeet G-O [Verse IV: Demetrius] The Headless Horseman, a resurrected corpse on horseback clapping a torch then Gift wrapping abortions, now sit back and imagine Dracula kidnapping an orphan then raising him into me But see let's get back to The Horsemans cause I'm the fourth one The apocalypse now, knocking a smile off of your face, even Rocky'll bow Bow a (Balboa) nigga in the mouth In my pocket's the POW, cock it and BLAOW, Godfather Mafia style Hold up the sickest soliloquies slippery slick with delivery slipping a syllable clip and I'm ripping my enemies The clip is my memories, see I mentally rip a serial killer Siri'll killer Ask my phone how to murder her even Siri a killer Yeah, while y'all party dancing in part mansions I'm Charlie Manson partly handsome hold your daughter for a hardy ransom Send you a part of your daughter if you though of being tardy when you brought the ransom I'm ill nigga kill niggas your name on this bullet I'm autographing [Verse V: Dice] Yo I creep in all black, creeping through the back woods No urban community but I stay in black hoods Y'all niggas fake, acting like a rap Suge You should star him in his tomb cause you niggas act hood I got a problem with you rappers rapping major weak Put you in a wheelchair just so you can take a seat We taking over your block when my niggas rape a beat Getting off the freeway cause we finna take the streets I'm known as still rolling and known as the omen you fear it You caught the holy ghost with a blower, holy your spirit Blow a hole in your colon I'm the shogun, of lyrics I'm on one, bitch niggas don't wanna hear it I'm a Psychopath Killer like KXNG CROOKED and Em I mean Tookie and 'em, my team looking to win You seem shook when I enter the vicinity nigga By myself I can put an end to The Avengers