aids in yer ear

by mikey n da twatslappers

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released 14 January 2012

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Track Name: i'm a ghost in your town
i flew into the outskirts on an illegal flight
cockpit dark cabin dark no runway lights
no customs no interview i didn't have a visa
my backpack on my shoulders i slipped into the sewers

i didn't have no contacts i sniffed that shit out on my own
i rolled a couple tourists for theire celurlar phones
i had a tight roll of bills, a pouch full o speed
i set up shop a couple blocks from where you sleep

* * * * *

my landlords were oblivious and so were my friends
of how this tale woud come to the most sorted of ends
you know that itchy burning? that s t disease
you got from off the toilet seat?
well that shit was me

i'm a ghost in yer town
i'm creepin through the stores
i'm touching every surface with my herpetic sores



i'm a ghost in your town
Track Name: dim sum at the chinese bakery
hey boy, what a town
hey boy, what a town
hey boy, what a town
hey boy, what a town
hey boy, what a town
hey boy, what a town
hey boy, what a town
say hey boy what a town

i like to stroll around maybe take in a movie
i got a penny and my prick in either hand
i went to johnny's cause he had himself a woman
we took the sweater of the old woman
yeah we took the sweater off the old woman
we did some things to that old woman...

she told me to stick my tongue right into her hairy cunt
you can't believe how fast i had my tongue
inside her hairy cunt!
she flipped herself right over so i licked her hairy asshole

hey boy what a town
hey boy what a town
hey boy what a sound
you make out of that old guitar
hey boy what a sound that's comin out yer bedroom
hey boy what a sound you make out of your bedroom

i had to find a little girl!
yeah!
i had to lock her in my room!
ROOM!
i had to lock a 17-year-old girl in my bedroom!
i had to try hard not to cum!
and for hours i had to try to convince her to give it up
but she wouldn't give it up
she said
why should i give it up?
cause ever since your granny, girl,
the rev's been out of luck, say!

hey boy what a town!
hey boy what a sound!
hey boy what a sound!
you make out of that old guitar!
hey boy what a sound
you make out of your bedroom!
hey boy what a sound
you make out of your bed room!

hey boy what a sound
hey boy what a sound
hey boy what a sound
you make out of that old guitar
hey boy what a sound
you make out of your bedroom
hey boy what a sound
come on make that sound for me
Track Name: lemme smell your drain (for sá)
i'm laying naked on my back
in my bed
you've got the bathroom door closed
snorting coke
it's 2pm
i'm listening to you inhaling intently
again and a gain
i close my eyes and i
can feel the clean burnin in my sinuses
can feel my throat constricting with the numbness
the cigarette is burning down to a column of ash
unsmoked between my fingertips

two sweaty lumps of meat in the middle of são paulo
and i can feel the cheiro of your ralo

i follow your naked body across the room
to the fridge
hear you crack your beer
you stand over me
lighting a smoke
you say you wanna have my baby
i was nervous before but now i'm hard
you take all my sweat and
you tell me to cum up inside of you
and i eventually do
you ask me if you can leave bruises on my face
i say of course

two beats to give a jerk, it's trouble to have fun
the cigarette's half-way done so i guess it's time to light another one


holler til your guts burst out
into the sink
holler til your stomach splits
and spills out the beans
holler til it bleeds
holler til it bleeds
holler til it bleeds
holler til your guts burst out into the sink
holler til your stomach splits
and spills out the beans
holler til it bleeds
Track Name: in bed with a rroach
we go swimming in the inkwine seas
racing out past the coral reef
we drink deep in the inkwine seas
sing sad songs sing sad songs sing sad songs sing sad songs sing sad songs
and cheer each other on

the waves forever break on the inkwine seas
and we just bob along

the river feeds the inkwine seas
flowing
swim! bob! drink! sad! sing! deep! waves! ink!
flowin from the mountain mountain mountain
flowin from the mountain, the mountain peak

i'll get comfortable with that barata

on my pillow


if it takes me weeks!

in bed with a roach
Track Name: trashed whites
yeah!
creamy gay prison sex with richard speck
tracin all the lines on his turkey neck
got his hand on my thigh
i got my dick on his tits he's breathin like a bull
in an aerobic trance
asshole leakin
the new pants

sure i'll give him a chance

well i'm the one who took his ashes away
they're on my cellblock walls form of natural paint
he's the soap in my shower
he's the stuffing in my pillow
i gotta rigid cumrag monagramed with his sinews
carved his visage in a concrete personal dildo
may be long gone,
clutches of death but i'm still having creamy gay sex with richard speck
yeah i'm still havin hot gay sex with richard speck

you got the blue panties on, richard?
cause i got the cocaine
and i'll give you some of this if you give me some brain
ha!



(yeah, didn't even give you a choice, did i)

i think you'll find the terms are fucking fair
i'll wake up one morning and you won't be there
and i'll be screaming "richard, where where where where where?"
richard!



it took her a while
but she's finally come
we can't save your nostrils
we can't save your lungs
might take a slab of that liver, too
there ain't much we can do
about yer kidneys, old boy
about your ruptured colon, your distended throat,
your receding hairline
the deep-tissue bruises
or your impending bloat