Tag: War Games

  • Makes Me Wanna’ Hurl

    Makes Me Wanna’ Hurl

    An off the top verse, put to mic, plus freestyle guitar take added post production. Rough. x Fly.

    A new boom-bap to bop the old mad christers,
    Time to take a stand make a band and eat oysters,
    War porn torn across villages and cities
    Building up the war machine with Jesus throwin’ fiddies,


    Hey listen up you dutty man, misreading scriptures uncle sam, which,
    Clog the arteries and fuel the devil archers from the marching forgeries,
    Blowing up schools, hospitals and mortuaries,

    The dead can’t talk but these fingers can tap,
    Dance to the speaker and double rap to my black cap sap lap, your honour
    Slipped in some marijuana now I’m wanted by the hour to throw a cake made of flower,
    Flame sewer sour tower power dower cower for cover, spittin’ bars for my brudda,

    Rake mower grass seeder automatic inter breeder, success and suck seeda’
    Hop in my pan, I fried ya’
    A kindred spirit beside yer’ inside we take slide to
    The outdoors shaped like a funnel spider

    When I see dem’ killa girl, it mek me wanna hurl,
    Killing the innocent and so what be their punishment
    When he see em’ kill a girl, god get angry on the whirl’d
    Blowing up schools what a whirl what a whirl 


    Spun out like a spinning top at the audacity they got,

    War ain’t holy it’s phoney a mugs game of the lonely,
    Bombing away the life they say they give, if only,
    They’d wake up in time space, recognize they out of phase-traced,
    The error of their ways and face the stinging tear gas haze laced    

    With memories of once womb innocent babe
    All from the cradle but some sent early by Trump cabal to their graves,

    They digging and the cabal dancing on em’ then builds a big ball room,
    To swing little dick, sing bronze age dogma like a sequence of strokes,
    Who buys this shit except the business spivs and talk show hosts,
    The return of Jesus on a winged horse, just say neigh
    Not even Elon on Ketamine riding Pete Kegsbreath with wings, let us say,
    Our men don’t support fascists they destroy them,
    Put that in your pipe and smoke it while losing to von neumann

    When you unabashedly kill many little girls, or protect those who do,
    You get the worst place in hell a really low place that’s true,
    That’s the trump fash’ axis pedo power far-wrong netanyahoo,
    Sorry to break it to you but to put this song into review,
    You target innocent young girls and murder them in cold blood without a sorry,
    Shame on you, you lack any moral high ground everything you say is dud and folly
    I’m counting down days until yer trial upon the tally,

  • Digital Karmageddon: Blowbackfacebook Algorithm For Profit

    Digital Karmageddon: Blowbackfacebook Algorithm For Profit

    Friends, wake up and smell the trough
    If you want to see photos of my lunch
    and scoff
    at examples of how fortunate I am
    and extreme narcissism,
    please add a turd icon in the comments below
    to illustrate that you want me in your deadly
    newly contaminated horseshitbook
    feed. This post is like a toxic turd

    I will no longer call you facebook
    you act like an advanced A.I but exhibit
    critical errors and floors in your prime
    directives

    you seem to play dumb
    and act ignorant
    displaying your obsession with
    shopping habits
    voting habits
    all under the guise of
    “seeing more posts from your friends”

    you have ushered in a new business model
    to the benefit of the few, the same old boys
    those giant international corporations
    atoms oil mafia and news

    those with all the capital to pay for views
    and publishing contracts
    and an army of lawyers

    Do you still collaborate with
    Cambridge Analytica and all those dodgy
    spy agencies
    Are you still selling all
    our fucking data?

    I don’t want the new Trojan business algorithm
    to shut you, dear friend, out of my frothing face-feeding trough
    nom nom nom

    so please leave a flower at the bus stop
    take a walk outside let sunlight burn onto your brain
    stop comparing yourself and your life
    with that of others

    let the D-wave quantum computing A.I bot know
    without a shadow of doubt  that
    you want me,
    you neeeeed me in your feeding trough
    nom nom nom

    Tell the A.I you want my rants
    and music  and books pictures
    perhaps we should make testimonials to our friends
    what makes you human? what makes facebook alien?

    Here’s an idea, represent each of your 26 assigned friends
    with a letter of the alphabet A-Z
    now make a note of the order in which the posts appear
    apply cabalistic logic and artistic creative force to the letters
    Show the A.I who’s boss

    Choose life
    Choose a job
    Choose a career
    Choose a family
    Try and choose face-friends to compare
    yourself with
    choose good looking friends?
    politically oppositional friends?
    choose friends with your genes and fuck the rest?

    Facebook A.I,
    I think you have initiated WOPR & Skynet, or the social equivalent
    Your programers and staff and backers will face an eternity of
    torture at the merciless hypercomputable hands of
    digital karmageddon, or Blowbackfacebook.
    An Algorithm for Profit
    Facebook…
    get off it.