Blue Crayon, by Apple Breath Chainsaw

Blue Crayon

by Apple Breath Chainsaw

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1.	Serpentine 03:14	lyrics	buy track
Apple Breath Chainsaw, give em’ what they came for, blood is what you paid for, and I bang more, cut your head off with a claymore, I am way raw, Iron jaw, with an open maw, slap you with an open paw, stop look and listen pa, you dont want it with the god, I’ll spit a golden rod, beat you till I’m bored, then I’ll rest on the 7th and beat your ass some more, I’ve been working on my core, and its hard on the floor, the serpent sliding in and out of your whore, the witch doctor spittin folklore, spittin at your folk till my throat sore, stab you with the tusk of a boar, I am fucking gore, burning trees sycamore, I am the avenger of the dead and the poor, dancing naked sipping venom from a skull at your front door, tell em they don’t really want a war, they wanna run the fuck home when the lion roars, monster in the deep, wolf among the sheep, ice cold I got heat, you cant even go to sleep, I got hooks for the meat, heavy metal when I creep, I lay em sweet, buried in concrete, Medicated Moses, I’m corrosive with the dosage, I got a pocket full of flowers, but there aint no roses, I keep my thorn the closest, so you can get it, at six hundred and sixty six rounds per minute, my clip be pregnant, and that baby kicking, jerk chicken, man just check whats in my mitten, and know that shit be hittin, you get what you be getting, and my vision is man listen, I’m about to eat ya ebt in one sittin, the giants always hungry, the jaws stay open monday thru sunday, and I’ve always been a people person Ted Bundy, Chichi get the money, fuck the yayo, that shit won’t pay the bail, end up feeding coal to a dragon underneath the jail, nowadays all these kids are so frail, raised on baby carrots and kale, while I was raised on bud light and cocaine rails, monster in the deep, wolf among the sheep, ice cold I got heat, you cant even go to sleep, I got hooks for the meat, heavy metal when I creep, I lay em sweet, buried in concrete.
2.	Rib Eye 04:12	lyrics	buy track
I don’t need Gucci cause I am, you get your Louie from a van, I got my metal by the can, if you meddle you get tanned, blam blam, you and ya man, sweet butter in the pan, spice hand, 100 grand a gram, Muad'Dib in the sand, wrapped in rubberbands, or a hair tie, hennesey and hentai, I spy, bluetooth and redeye, tell them kids its bedtime, Apple spit that dead rhyme, laser beam lens eye, stay focused, mortar and a pestle, crushed lotus, simmering the kettle, hymns to the locust, everything is hopeless, all you burners smokeless, lightweight you couldn’t tote this, couldn’t toke this, couldn’t stroke this, sweeter than a hostess, serving up martinis and mimosas, put the drinks up on the coasters, and get closer, get closure, as I brush the earth from my shoulder. Apple spit drip, hard cider pon your lip, gave my rib to this bitch, gave my rib to this bitch. You booty cheeks get clapped, first class you step back, when the coach put his feet on the map, follow the fucking track, don’t follow me cuz I don’t follow back, rabbit out a hat, in the stew where he at, in the pot next to the pot popping crack, dont take pop shots at me kids I pop back, don’t make me cock that, its shiny barrel watch that, it watch back, wind ya watch back, clean ya clock, in other words I lick a fucking shot, end up with the rabbit in the pot, a call back, fall back or I hope you run fast, Im uh hit you like a car crash, blood and smashed glass, he who laughs last, huffs gas, through a gas mask, I chew tacks and spit facts, if you trash, spit fucking last, and stay after class, cuz you ain’t gonna pass.
3.	Delphi's Python 03:45	lyrics	buy track
They call em bars cuz Im trapped behind em, I scribbled words on the paper then I underlined em, I buried gems in the mud you aint gonna find em, if them buildings look crooked I designed em, I grab two atoms then I intertwined em, I draw some circles in the sand and bind em, mortar and a pestle I will grind em, charting stars on the table I will timeline em, I’m shifting paradigms like a broke hymen, I’m just rhymin, with impeccable timin, you can watch the holes widen, I subtract and then divide em, add it up and times em, for that self portrait I’ve been painting you can check the lining, its a one of a kind an, I even got it graded and I signed it, if you think I’m off the rails I’ll kick flip and grind it, I’m the shit and all ya people opined it, I’m like a mint leaf and a pine hit, they say I’m uncut dope and you should maybe try it, try it, try it... Stay yourself, b(u)y yourself. Know thyself, grow thyself. Aces spit a bullet, crack the soundwave like a bullwhip, I’ve been so done with the bullshit, I’m going full grit, but still grease like some lotion, a penny for your thoughts here’s a token, of my affection in motion, where my thoughts become a notion, and the drops form pools bigger than an ocean, I will surf atop the waves, high upon the sea for days, soaking up the suns rays, I’m a potter with some glaze, my hands will form a race, and then the breath of life will fill it all with grace, shine the light upon ya face, bite ya lip cause I just need a taste, I’m puttin blocks in they place, with the alphabet and bass, I’m the god tattooed with a triple seis, hold a staff and a mace, respect plus love equals knowledge and faith, and those are keys that open all the gates, don’t you test fate, the bitch’s aim is triple great, great, great...
4.	Love Letter to a Blood Letter 03:07	lyrics	buy track
You feed me, deceive me, fuck fight and leave me, and all of it was greasy, I don’t need your reason, I don’t need your breathing, that was just treason, your words were hollow without meaning, but my eyes were in the stars and I kept dreaming, believing, that all was what it seemed and, you were just a demon, disguised as an angel, just playing at an angle, and I was just a donkey and you had a carrot that you dangled, then you beat me with the stick, like I beat you with this dick, caught a lick, when you sold all my shit, and then hit me with a brick, but I ain’t even stagger, you just added to my swagger, made me flip my pattern, you were from venus but I’m from saturn, the god is on a whole nother level, you tried to test my mettle, but bitch you ain’t the first bruja sent to kill me from the devil, tell him apple said he’s ready to settle, and I’ll meet him at the crossroads for the battle, What did you have before me, your horny, that shit is corny, I don’t need a shorty, bitch I’m forty, you can keep that sorcery, aint nobody forcing me, to act accordingly, and you can put that on my stone, I already carved it in my bones, elephant brain with a rhino tusk, you huff and you puff, but you don’t want no dust, and my heart is close enough to touch, but not close enough to crush, I’m the King of hearts with a royal flush, dirty enough, to make a red light blush, so let’s keep it on the hush, every word out your mouth was a crutch, and I hope it helps you stepping, change your address an, girl you get no sugar with this medicine, take it all up in your tummy, then look me in my eyes honey, you was always funny, you said you love me, but this bed is still bloody, and keep that money, its the only thing you can still take from me.
5.	Hallowed Points 03:32	lyrics	buy track
Apple spit drip, hard cider pon ya lip, gave my rib to this bitch, that’s why I walk with a limp, I’m so hip, I hop right in the whip, and dip, hold my dick, while you light my next spliff, thee original misfit, half cooked with the biscuit, I ain’t never miss shit, if your pussy hit, I’ll get ya clit wet, protect ya neck, there’s a vampire on the set, catch a hicky from the tek, and we ain’t even made love yet, we just met, but now you know you I got them heaters on deck, even if I mumble underneath my breath, you will still bow to the vet, ante up and bet, and now you got some new stress, well let me rip that heart right out your bloodclaat chest, now go fix yourself you look a mess, god bless, god is good but apple is the best, fuck the rest, Hallowed points, you wanna throw I got joints, alligator teeth, vulture beak, Hallowed points, you wanna throw I got joints, barracuda teeth, raven beak, Jack of all trades, fuck 50 shades, I got 69 blades, and some purple haze, call me bobby filet, circle round the pole for the month of may, first son of the new day, I came from the stars very far away, on a bent light ray, traveled one way, with a cactus and some oj, don’t make me cut a bitch and her mans, razor sharp hands, that snap like rubber bands, carving circles in the sands, with some cats from sudan, I put them goats with some curry in the pan, while I burn that afghan, if you got my back man, ain’t nobody robin you like batman, I take care of my fam, look out for my people, interlock my hands and build a steeple, stab a bull and paint its blood on the canvas and the easel, my flow strawberry diesel.
6.	L' Etranger 04:10	lyrics	buy track
look in my eyes, but I don’t look back, my brains in the stars, my trains off the track, I know I should care, but I just can’t act, I know this is real, yet nothing is fact, don’t tell me to relax, don’t tell me its emotions that I lack, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, I ‘ll sneak in your car, I’ll wait in the back, you’ll start to drive, and then I’ll attack, my hands round your neck, I’ll squeeze till you pass, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, I’ll close the trunk, I’ll lock the hatch, I’ll speed away, like I couldn’t crash, my heart beating fast, its all in the past, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, now that we’re here, its time to unpack, I’ll dig the hole, I’ll get the ax, I’ll start to chop, and I’ll start to hack, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, I’ll drag your corpse, just like it was trash, get tossed in a hole, and then laid out flat, throw dirt on the sack, then hold a black mass, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that, you don’t know me like that...

credits

released December 24, 2022

Produced by Franc Castle for Crime Central Productions
Written and Recorded by ABC for No Remorse Records
Mixed and Mastered by BPR at Studio 8 (The Tower)
Art by BPR for Bad Prod Rikordz