Back in Chennai cops would confiscate my doja
Aint get a bite cuz monkeys nabbin' at my dosa
Can’t keep me down though, man – I’m Michael fuckin' Jordan
I’m so ill
Terrific scientist or scientific terrorist?
Sometimes you fuckboys ask a lot of stupid questions
Like, "Where you work at, Seven Eleven?"
…Nah man.
I’m so ill
I’m so illegal…
Some fuck
Called me Aziz
Dude, I aint that guy on TV
This job
Fuckin' sucks
Blunts to the head then I piss in a cup
Deport my ass now I’m fuckin' crammed
Six Brahmins in a tuk tuk
So what?
I’m uncut
You got jokes, bro? Shut the fuck up
No S.P.F.
At the beach,
Just four doses of a rabies vaccine
Stray dogs always on my ass…
Fail a piss test – you’re fuckin' canned!
You’re fuckin' canned.
Dark and seething post-punk from Cincinnati that's appealingly janky enough to make a tired genre feel fresh and urgent. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023