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FUCK UP
02:34
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Bring it on
Bring it on
I’ll leave you leaking stab your brain with your nose bone
Bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on
I’ll leave you leaking stab your brain with your nose bone
Bring it on, on, on, on, on
I’m a fuckup
Yeah I’m a fuckup
And I like doing lots of drugs just to get fucked up
And you a sucka
You a sucka
I’m like Dolemite on that ass
So dance motherfucka
You better learn
You better learn
I’m a cannibal who can’t cook
And your ass get burned
But I’m the king
Yeah I’m the king
But I still gotta stay on my job
So yo bring it on, on, on
Bring it on
Bring it on
I’ll leave you leaking stab your brain with your nose bone
Bring it on, on, on, on, on
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2. |
HARPERCORE
03:12
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Well rapture christian
On a suicide mission
For that fucking final war
On the plains of Armageddon
While you punks just pissin’
Your drugs up in the kitchen
Stop your bitching
It’s time to get a fisting
From that old time religion
Old time religion
Old time religion
Old time religion yeah
It’s Harpercore, Harpercore
Get off that fucking pipe and get to church you whore
Harpercore, Harpercore
Strap on that fucking jammy pack it’s time to go to war
Now what?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
For Armageddon, armageddon, armageddon, armageddon yeah!
Too many years
Of these Liberal tears
Get that civil society bullshit
The fuck outta here
If you can’t afford
You ain’t down with the lord
This is Stephen Harper’s ark
Now get the fuck overboard
In the middle of the prairies
It’s really fucking scary
Bunch of born again assholes
And their mitts is all hairy
Don’t drink, don’t smoke
Just McNuggets and Coke
Jesus on the roof
With a fucking long range scope
For this
It’s Harpercore, Harpercore
Get off that fucking pipe and get to church you whore
Harpercore, Harpercore
Strap on that fucking jammy pack it’s time to go to war
Now what?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
For Armageddon, armageddon, armageddon, armageddon,
You gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta, huh!
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3. |
FENTANULL
01:45
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Hey kids have you heard the new craze?
Don’t need to tie it off with a shoelace
A straw, tinfoil, some pills and a lighter
Aw shit, shoulda known you were gonna die here!
Fentanull, fentanull, fentanull, fentanull
Not tryna make fun of the dying
But what kinda printer ink is China supplying?
They’re training the neighborhood with naloxone
So you can save your neighbour from an overdose of this
Fentanull, fentanull, fentanull, fentanull
Huh, huh, huh
Don’t forget to breathe now
Huh, huh, huh
Don’t forget to breathe
Fentanull, fentanull, fentanull, fentanull
Hey kids can you believe this shit?
Hooked on death right from the first hit
Whether you’re a stupid ass rocker or a club kid
Better get a kit to test your drugs with, for
Fentanull, fentanull, fentanull, fentanull
Huh, huh, huh
Don’t forget to breathe now
Huh, huh, huh
Don’t forget to breathe
Fentanyl, motherfucker it’s meant to kill
Motherfucker you crush those pills
Motherfucker you smoke fentanyl
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4. |
YOUR BAND SUCKS
02:05
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Really can't say
I'm a fan of your music
Never catch me listening
To auto tune shit
You’re soft like a grape
If I squeeze it'll bruise
Not up for debate
Just stop it!
Cause your bullshit too soft
Please fuck off with
Your bubblegum pop
Your band sucks
Wish I could wash it
Away from my thoughts
But it stinks like my socks
Your band sucks
Yeah I'm old and bitter
Sitting on the shitter
Listening to Midnite
And Bash N Pop
Ramones and Replacements
MF Doom, HNIC,
Prodigy,
Maybe even Talk Talk
But your bullshit too soft
Please fuck off with
Your bubblegum pop
Your band sucks
Wish I could wash it
Away from my thoughts
But it stinks like my socks
Your band sucks
Na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Your band sucks!
So, fucking tired of trap
Yeah I used to rap
But the shift in the culture
Is the reason I stopped
There's nothing that I like
Since two thousand ten
My heroes are all dead
Cause they ran out the clock
Cause your bullshit too soft
Please fuck off with
Your bubblegum pop
Your band sucks
Wish I could wash it
Away from my thoughts
But it stinks like my socks
Your band sucks
Na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Your band sucks!
Na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Your band sucks!
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5. |
NAPOLEON/WEED AND PISS
01:53
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Napoleon wasn't that short
But this song is...
Are you feeling this?
My hood smells of weed and piss
The last two summers the weather was a bummer
We were choking on the clouds of smoke
I got a new job and I couldn't do a runner
So I had to cool my heels and cope
Pay rent to a slum lord get like dumb and dumber
As we deaden our depression with dope
But even in this situation couldn't stop blazing
Cause it's better than death from a stroke
Are you feeling this
My hood smells of weed and piss
And if it didn't rain so much
It'd really fucking stink
So when you feel like shit
Time to take another hit
Of the East Van chron
So you don't lose your shit
When you feel like shit
Take another hit
All winter it's a cancer
Feel it in your pants
And the city's like a bowl with a lid
While the pain still smells like the people that sell it
For the hideous horror they hid
Medieval brutal waste pit breathe and you can taste it
Shitty little moral abyss
Any angle to escape it kids get wasted
Spit at you and call you a dick
Are you feeling this
My hood smells of weed and piss
And if it didn't rain so much
It'd really fucking stink
Are you feeling this
My hood smells of weed and piss
Are you feeling this
My hood smells of weed and piss
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Dio slashed my uncle Donny's tires
Cause he wouldn't serve him after hours
Punch knife in his pocket
Five foot little rocket
Donnie still drove home with the sparks flying
Holy Diver!!!
Dee Snyder destroyed my uncle's ceiling
With a mic stand cause he wasn't feeling
Playing in small clubs
And not in stadiums
Donnie said "I didn't fuck up your career!"
Stay Hungry!!!
Rest in peace to Ronnie, peace to Dee
That shit is funny retrospectively
BFG's were in a rage
Threw a TV off the stage
That shit was normal back in the 90s
Alcoholiday!!!
Dio slashed my Uncle Donnie's
Dio slashed my Uncle Donnie's
Dio slashed my Uncle Donnie's tires
He slashed his tires!
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7. |
CARNY ASADA
02:48
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When I was sixteen I worked as a carney
At Maple Leaf Village on Clifton Hill
Running the kids’ rides from six PM to midnight
Working the Gravitron was a living hell
Niagara Falls was like one big sideshow
Arcades and gang fights and Louis Tussaud’s
I met the Misfits and didn't recognize them
Cause they were dressed in their civilian clothes
Nineteen ninety, nineteen ninety
Sideshow carney is where you'd find me
Nineteen ninety, core blimey
Carney life is fucking grimy
What kind of parent puts their kid on a ferris wheel
At eleven PM in a place like this
Where skinheads brawl with knives and chains in the food court
And all the carneys are wasted teenage pricks
forty degrees and the tarmac smells like vomit
Billy Idol blasting White Wedding Rebel Yell
If there's a hose attached right to the side
Someone pukes every time you know, that's how you tell!
Nineteen ninety, nineteen ninety
Sideshow carney is where you'd find me
Nineteen ninety, core blimey
Carney life is fucking grimy
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8. |
HOLE INTO HELL
02:00
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North Bay may not be a hellhole
But it’s next to a hole into hell
Uranium for the bomb for the World War
Sulfur got a horrible smell
Manitou as the Natives call it
Sacred island of an ancient god
Never go there they used to tell us
Drag me to hell to the land of the lost
Hole into hell!
Hole into hell!
Hole into hell!
I hear that Russia is really a hellhole
And they also have a hole into hell
Uranium for the bomb for Chicago
New York, gonna bomb ‘em to hell
Hole into hell!
Hole into hell!
Hole into hell!
You got a hole into hell
You gonna burn in a hell
You got a hole into hell
You gonna burn in a hell
The Russians dropped a microphone in the hellhole
And made an album of the sounds of hell
They’ll probably play it when they bomb the US
And we can watch the orange glow down south
Hole into hell!
Hole into hell!
Hole into hell!
You got a hole into hell
You gonna burn in a hell
You got a hole into hell
You gonna burn in a hell
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9. |
INDEPENDENCE DAY
02:04
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Well I,
Saw it sitting there in the free box
With a bunch of used undies
And some dirty old socks
Some VHS tapes
And some beaten up vapes
And I knew that it was made for you
And I,
Knew you were the one for me
When I gave you the alien
From Independence Day
Even though everybody else fucking hates
The alien from Independence Day
Well it’s got
Multiple tentacles
And moveable appendages
A pilot that pops out too
And even though the batteries
Are old and dying
When you shake her she screams at you
And I,
Knew you were the one for me
When I gave you the alien
From Independence Day
Even though everybody else fucking hates
The alien from Independence Day
Alien invasion!
Can’t we all just get along?
I want you to die!!!
Well I,
Saw it sitting there in the free box
With a bunch of used undies
And some dirty old socks
Some VHS tapes
And some beaten up vapes
And I knew that it was made for you
And I,
Knew you were the one for me
When I gave you the alien
From Independence Day
Even though everybody else fucking hates
The alien from Independence Day
Alien invasion!
Welcome to Earth motherfucker…
Now die!!!
And I,
Knew you were the one for me
When I gave you the alien
From Independence Day
When I gave you the alien
From Independence Day
When I gave you the alien
From Independence Day
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I’ll fight the alt-right
All fucking night
I’ll fight against the alt fucking right
All fucking night!
Well I’m up all night in the comments section
Spreading hate online like a ill infection
Dog whistle politics and Pepe the frog
Get cold boots to the noggin till off you log
I’ll fight the alt-right
All fucking night
I’ll fight against the alt fucking right
All fucking night!
When I see a stormfront I hit ‘em with chemtrails
When I see a tiki torch I know what it entails
Sneak up on your rally with a sharpened pencil
Stab ‘em in the heart, disembowel your entrails
I’ll fight the alt-right
All fucking night
I’ll fight against the alt fucking right
All fucking night!
Your momma never loved you and your dad was a nazi
You grew up on KD, Different Strokes and Fonzie
And for some reason you still love your country
Showing up at games in an all blue onesie
I’ll fight the alt-right
All fucking night
I’ll fight against the alt fucking right
All fucking night!
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11. |
NOT GOOD PEOPLE
03:12
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I used to feel like a loser, like I didn’t exist
I used to feel like a nerd
I used to feel like a loser, like a pitiful prick
But now I don’t give a fuck!
All of these stupid motherfuckers used to tell me, tell me
How I should live my life but you know they can smell me, smell me
Because I know the truth there’s nothing you can tell me, tell me
I know the truth, is that
You are not good people
You are evil
You are not good people
You are evil
All of the doctors, judges, lawyers, all the politicians
The people who run the world
All of the brutal, violent, awful, sexist, racist bullshit
It is all their fault
The world ain’t dying it is murder but don’t stress it, stress it
Because those murderers all have names and addresses, dresses
And all of them are gonna learn their fucking final lessons
Down in hell, because
They are not good people
They are evil
They are not good people
They are evil
I used to really really love to watch some standup standup
I used to love Dave Chappelle
But twenty million for a Netflix special damn it damn it
Fuck off and burn in hell, because
All of these assholes think they’re edgy but it’s bullshit bullshit
There are some lines you shouldn’t cross but they just push it push it
Talking like preachers from a pulpit claiming free expression
Fuck off and burn in hell, because
You are not good people, You are evil
You are not good people, You are evil
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12. |
BLACK POWDER
02:03
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Must take the breach
Can’t face defeat
Must take the breach
Can’t face defeat
We rise with red eyes at the dawn to face our certain death
The bodies of our cousins buried bloody under foot
Black powder burns on our hands and our faces
Sixty thousand of us slaughtered on the first charge
Our nation still die of drink in their fifties
Killing themselves just to prove that they’re hard
Must take the breach
Can’t face defeat
Must take the breach
Can’t face defeat
The final chapter just a patch of shit, mud, blood, death
Shit, mud, blood, death, shit, mud, blood...
Black powder burns on our hands and our faces
Sixty thousand of us slaughtered on the first charge
Our nation still die of drink in our fifties
Killing themselves just to prove that they’re hard
Must take the breach
Can’t face defeat
Must take the breach
Can’t face defeat
Shit, mud, death
Blood, shit, death
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Guitars and vocals by Vyvyan Bastard
Drums by Kevid Bastard
Bass by Pee Pee Bastard
Lyrics and vocals by Davey the Mick Bastard
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