Everything Bad at Once, by Mystery Kid

Everything Bad at Once

by Mystery Kid

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1.	Silhouette 01:18	lyrics
I’m filled up with everything bad at once Got blood on my hands and burns from the blunts Guess I’ve come see the worst in the best of humanity Just a pessimist, stressing reckless profanity Knot the noose — plumb the depths of depravity Then kick out the chair— the rest is gravity It’s savagery, look in my empty chest cavity You can’t be mad at me, I’m an out-of-power battery I don’t care, flattery will get you nowhere No fair — this house ain’t my home like an au pair Look at me and see another loser lackwit A backlit silhouette, always doing jackshit The odd man out, the lackey, the small fry The hand of the king, the patsy, the fall guy All rise for the honorable idiot Intolerable — don’t save the world, pity it
2.	Crush the Tape 03:25	lyrics
You know I’m dark as night, like the denizen of Wayne manor Spray your brain matter in an insane manner Like it ain’t matter — then I crush the tape You better pump your brakes before I punch your face My crew a bunch of apes — this is relentless hate Sip blood out of goblets — I’ve got expensive tastes I don’t play games, I name names I make flames and take aim at lame brains This is rage music, rat in a cage music Jump off the stage music, burn a bible page to it My veins are putrid, filled with self-loathing The rap game Judas, the wolf in sheep’s clothing The sky is set ablaze, when I bend a phrase Pious Christians start to pray like it’s the end of days So roll up a blunt, fatter than Chris Christie The Kid is back, bitch — did you dicks miss me? Put your hands up, put vice over virtue You know the Kid is always out past curfew Put your hands down, I don’t want to hurt you This is my church now, I will convert you You know I’m over the median, I’ll beat it in, it’s no hoax Make ‘em laugh, the comedian with no jokes Unabashed businessman, out for the bills First-person-shooter nerd, out for the kills Boom, headshot! You lost your fucking mind Praying for my downfall — a waste of fucking time I’m on my fucking grind and I never fight fair Oh, dear, that’s like your worst nightmare, right there Ahead by light years, I’m the dark that light fears Slit a couple emcees’ throats, then drink ‘em up like light beers I’m odd, not even, make you stop breathing I’m all grown up now — I want to stop teething And I’m not leaving, ‘til you all love the Kid Don’t even have to say it — you all know what you did You all know what this is — this is my goddamn moment So I’m gon’ take a hold and I’ma goddamn own it
3.	Electric Eel 03:38	lyrics
Out of the depths, out of left field The electric eel, the eclectic feel In your ear of dispersed perverse sentences Cursed pestilence, rehearsed reversed messages I’m blessin’ this — this is my come up This vampire shit got you waitin’ for sun up Put your guns up and your heads down Fire a round into the sky, leave this dead town There ain’t nothing for you here, burn it to the ground This is a song for singing, you better learn the sound You better learn the sound, shout it at the mountains A hymnal for the godless, Thomases are doubtin’ You better learn the sound, whispered under breath Let your problems drown, do it unto death One more step, one more test I’ll give you motherfuckers one more guess It’s the twist of the knife, the kiss of your beloved It’s why you hate your life, it’s the feeling that you covet Used to think I was above it, now I know that I’m below it Got one last chance and I’m hoping I don’t blow it If I’m coping, I don’t show it — this is my cry for help I know where evil hides, it’s what I find inside myself I know my friends, I know my nemeses Evacuate the embassies, ejaculate on enemies We are the ever lost, we are the never found This is a song for singing, you better learn the sound You better learn the sound, shout it at the heavens Struck it from the record — fuck it, forget remembrance Even if it deafens, you better learn the sound Leave it at eleven, we’ll never turn it down Wonder where the days went — much to my amazement Caught the eye of a jumper as he crashed into the pavement
4.	Bear Hug 02:47	lyrics
I’m from Gotham — Big Apple’s rotten Winners write the histories, losers get forgotten It’s time for line-crossin’, smokin’, coughin’ often You pussies playin’ possum, lookin’ awesome in a coffin I’m a merciless simian, born into oblivion My militant minions don’t listen to opinions I open my pinions and embrace you in a bear hug Fuck the NSA, I’m the one you should be scared of The Kid’ll pick you up and stick you like a cork board Forlorn warlord, put a fork in your dork, I’m bored So take your wack ass back to the cul-de-sac Rhys the troll of rap spit shit to make a boulder crack Reefer, then I’m burnin’ it — money, then I’m earnin’ it The Mystery Kid, I’ll take a burner to the firmament Straggler — stagger in with a magnum I ain’t braggin’, I’m a goddamn cromagnon Don’t push me, cuz I’m close to the edge I’m ready to cut off your head Don’t push me, cuz I’m close to the edge Satan brought me back from the dead I was raised on Pulp Fiction and Beakman Freakin’, smokin’ weed, out late night creepin’ Grew up to be a dick — it’s unlikely that you’ll like me Might be you’ll fight me — front row like Spike Lee Aight G, you know my peoples always sparking pot Set off like a pipe-bomb in a supermarket parking lot They got murderous lies sold like burgers and fries But to their total surprise they never heard of this guy So I wear a disguise — this is Hip Hop Anonymous Stay away from prying eyes, these motherfucks are onto us Red tide rising, it’s the season of the witch Demons meet and greet and leave you bleeding like a bitch Rock like dolomite, fatal strike Kumite Kid of Mystery, known to wear a mask like Dumile Master prototype, metal pipe bangin’ Kid of Mystery, known for mic cord hangings
5.	Douchebag Genius 03:28	lyrics
First verse: planet Earth is in shambles So I let the herb burn like 16 Candles Well, shit, this is one for the annals Leave your rassclot fans in their bloodied-up flannels A cannibal with the world in his clutches All the girls say they like the way he twirls Dutches A bonafide pothead smokin’ in the back A lifelong heretic broken on the rack I promote sin, akin to what the fiend did Off the rails — leave a trail of dead scene kids Attracting many murder groupies with the gory flow Catch me ‘fore I cease to exist — cool story, bro Look into the sky and tell me if you’ve seen it It’s my time to rise and I’m headed for the zenith Look into my eyes and you’ll know I fucking mean it I'm a star, I'm a douchebag, I'm a genius Excellent, it’s Nemesis’s replicant Lost testament — the world is made of excrement The next estimate? More dead babies The game ain’t changed, I’ve spread dread since the 80s Shady, involved in cover-ups and sex scandals With no angle, kill your grandmother with death panels That’s life: it’s betrayals and hard tradeoffs People paid off, stickin’ blades in Bernard Madoff It’s chaos, so I strike on the mic With a style like smart bomb explosions at night Make blood spill like oil in the Gulf Now who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? Inscrutable — I demand my suitable kudos With a mind like knives, I’m as brutal as Brudos In time, my rhymes will grind your spine into a fine dust No conciliating, I’m facilitating mindfucks Find us, I’m unbalanced like blind winos Tired and sick of these pussies like nine gynos Read the signs, say the words, record the omens It’s trife, cut down the tree of life — man, forget the slogans I want to see the sunrise, but I’m a vampire This is a ghost story, gather round the campfire I’m a damn liar, with a forked tongue High-strung, no lie, I’ma die young

about

Debut mixtape from unknown rapper.

"I ████ this album" - ████ ███████ Jr.

credits

released August 19, 2014

All tracks produced by CHill (twitter.com/CHillthemonster)

Engineered and mastered at Soap Mouth Records

Mystery Kid logo by Dan Arena (dormitiondesigns.com)

Cover photo by Pruitt Kerdchoochuen