[Blake Ambrose Hook]
cannonball run, computer on board
What else you gonn do feel stupid and bored
Scattered dead time, when you wanted more
Laser with the focus bust the hinge off the door!

(Claud Six)
Sabotage the power grid, cause I can’t turn the TV off
I’m seeing all the bleeding caused by people thought to keep the law
I’m Stephen Hawking speechless, obedient as we’ve been taught
Like everytime a bell rings, Pavlov needs to feed his dogs
Decondition, I see to serve outside of hedonism
Hit me with them weak opinions, I can spot the fecal in them
Pin’em to the mat like I’m Hacksaw Jim
Have em looking like the vermin that the cat hauled in
This ball spins like it’s shaking us loose
And all we’ve offered as a counter is to see what thoughts and prayers can do
American views, American pie, Let the American arrogance fly
That’s a very merry American time (ay)

[Kurn't Cobain]
I keeps it real live but y'all don't realize
You probably think I'm a dead guy
I'm not a dead guy
In fact I just saw your mom and I said hi
And she said hi back
A dead guy couldn't do that, no
You know I'm kicking it with animals like taxidermists
But never pigs with guns that shoot you just for acting nervous
I drink a lot of beers and often feel like crap on purpose
I'm at your service, actually no I'm mad allergic
I'm not Cobain, that's why the N apostrophe
Does it even feel rebellious streaming All Apologies?
I feel galaxy brained when I make fun of astrology
Please just leave my fantasy football out of this
It's all I've got

[Happy Tooth]
The only advice I’ll give you is unsolicited.
I wanna break out of the box that they’ve come to stick me in.
If you wanna live forever then you gotta die a meme.
No one reads the credits roll after the final scene.
We find what’s cheap, cause the devil’s in the retail.
And heaps of receipts sure do leave a neat trail.
Buyin it feels good, doesn’t it?
Your mothership didn’t come equipped and those who did love to rub it in.
Sixty percent of my body’s water and I”m drowning.
All my heroes got canceled so what’s that say about me?
I’m throwing adjectives at a broken masochist.
Changed my name to Happy and I’m hopin that it sticks.

(Dug)
whimsical and cynical aren’t mutually exclusive
when I’m not hypersocial, I’m usually reclusive
I just want to exercise and drink water like Gucci Mane
drive around the country in a van like the Scooby gang
never found a reason, so at least I’m not Hoobastank
there’s still air in my scuba tank, and I’ve got you to thank
as for all the moves I make, crooning through the huge mistakes
get the system booming and illuminate, something something
studied for the acid test
haven’t framed the mattress yet
the rent is always going up, we move like every half a sec
maybe I’m just bad at this, never felt acclimated
try to keep it rap-adjacent, that’s the way I’m navigating