Red Crayon, by Apple Breath Chainsaw

Red Crayon

by Apple Breath Chainsaw

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1.	Serpentine 03:12	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.	ABC's of RIP 02:57	lyrics	buy track
I turn this bitch into alphabet soup, for the loot, ride into town on a back of a moose, burn down the booth, from here to beruit, when I expose my black tooth, I don’t drip kids I juice, swing my chains like a noose, got rhymes to bury mother goose, you don’t wanna see me loose, stumble down the route with a deuce deuce, thats the caliber not the proof, but its granite when I shoot, gracey, and all you fools swazey, now you a duppy, get bagged and dragged in the duffy, now thats the gospel trust me, or you can try to dust me, but I dervish with the cutty, and I spit so much wet that this whole place muddy, put my foot in it, from the start to finish, you diminish, but im master with the p and the a to the z kids I got no limits, when I spin it, if you grab and bit it, you gone wish you ate your fucking spinach, these the a.b.c’s of r.i.p, get a s.t.a.b. in your f.a.c.e. right in the middle of your e.y.e. don’t you t.r.y. me I put some fingers in your pie, what a good boy am I, cyborg eye, thieving magpie, with a trunk full of lye, for dem that want to try, I’ll have your pallbearers wearing tye dye, ya babies crying why god why, let me solve that riddle, everybody got hot alloy to they middle, terminator with the liquid steel spittle, leather jacket and the sawed off in middle of the hospital, the serpent when I wiggle, its lightning when I strike, it’s just like, 10,000 knives in flight, try to bite, but your trapped in the darkness there is no light, I got that fucking get right, enough for all of yall tonight, inside this mic, there’s 20 tons of dynamite, plus my tongue is like the primer when I breath I ignite, watch the thermal levels spike, the temp levels hike, when I speak divine mantras and everything goes bright.
3.	Alphanumeric 02:40	lyrics	buy track
She asks me if I love her, yes I mutter, and then I throw away the rubber, death to another lover, we’ll both find another, it’s just guns and butter, my engine sputters, turn the key again, I ain’t dead, eyes red, I’ve been planning with the voices in my head again, drop dead Fred, pharmaceuticals dripping out my pen again, I’ve been spitting lead, and I’ve been crushing lotuses everywhere I step, I even plucked the petals off of all the ones I kept, but you give what you get, and I ain’t never left, take the next right, next time I’ll get it right, right now I’ll take some empanadas and rice, such is life, there ain’t nothing nice, among fleas and lice, check my mic, then I roll up my dice, I hope you enjoy the spice, have the time to take it in, deep within, underneath your skin, grow a fin, then learn to fucking swim, it’s do or die, it’s high tide, so keep your eyes up on the sky line, and try to bide time, cause I don’t ever fall... I just skydive. Blade runner, top gunner, number one stunner, concussive, sharp knife but it’s rusted, but you could still get your stomach gutted, get fleeced, fuck peace, feed the beast, I got eat in these streets, goats or beef, either way I’m waking up alone with bloody sheets, hit me on the hip and tell me where to meet, I’ll bring the heat, with a joint pinned between my teeth, ain’t nothing sweet, so pucker up, when I’m done I’ll kiss the body and drop a buttercup, sharp shooter, flying on the back of Garuda, back to the future, to charge up my super, I’m in my final form, I don’t care what kind of shit you on, I got drills on my arms call me Megalon, count my bars and you dead and gone, I don’t pen songs, I puke and bleed psalms, and carve pentagrams in the center of my palms.
4.	Love Letter to a Blood Letter 02:46	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 02:15	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.	New Again 02:36	lyrics	buy track
I’ve been here near four solar cycles, threw hands with the archangel michael, fought loki and belial, did it all with style, aggressive with a smile, this dog was always known to bite, in the jungle the lion sleeps alone tonight, but tomorrow we hunt and we fight, till we get it right, its stays death on sight, apple breathe death on the mic, leave a plague in my wake, I strayed a bit from the path but now I’m moving straight, don’t you travel down my lane, its full of drugs sadness and pain, a peak inside my brain, has caused better girls than you to go insane, I ain’t never been plain, I ain’t never been simple, look between a psalm and a riddle, I’m somewhere in the middle, like the buddha, light the buddha, I’ll show you the karma sutra, my hands all in your middle throwing mudras, Lemme go, lemme go, lemme go… I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go... It’s the dawn of a new day, a new sun ray, a new flight pattern and a new runway, I’m a leo so worship is on sunday, or when you see me you’ll get baptized, I wrote a book of lies, by the river bank with the sands in my eyes, and when the planets align, then chakras in your spine, will form a straight line, with the ones in your mind, you’ll understand what I’m speaking, then you’ll lick up all that blood that I’ve been leaking, it’s the knowledge you’ve been seeking, welcome to the meeting, I’m glad you made it, I’m glad you tuned the vibration, lets raise a glass and toast to your salvation, lets toast to temperance and patience, to knowing when to pace it, when to take it, when to fake it, when to strap up and fucking lace it, let’s face it, life is full of changes, and knowing one’s own fate is strictly for the graces.

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released March 27, 2022

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by STK for Halfbreed Productions
Written and Recorded by ABC for No Remorse Records
Cuts by STK for Halfbreed Productions
Art by BPR for Bad Prod Rikordz