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Shark My Words

by Fubar

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Verse 1: I'm the messiah with a crown made of thorns until I'm gone I'll grab the devil by the horns and rip them off spitting with the force to finish all ran up to the doctor the moment I was born and split his jaw people in my path can get it you're standing alone in Pitch Black with your back to Riddick I was trapped in prison in a bad position until I escaped it looked as if Rambo did it incredible speech, with the intention to reach the metaphysical with multi-dimensional schemes demented indeed you got beef? I suggest that you keep it to yourself and address it in dreams your girlfriend will need a medical team the way I'm all in her guts like a parasitic intestinal leech listen you are not a threat in the least you're walking a dog, I got a Tyrannosaurus Rex on a leash Chorus: I existed prior to the digital age old as fuck, with a hyper analytical brain so on a typical day I'm like cancer in a critical stage if you combined it with a biblical plague mystical sage with sinister ways every minute engage with opposition to administer pain twisted insane even the Devil May Cry when I sever using Dante's original blade Verse 2: we are not the same type atypical techniques, Karate chop your face twice I jot insane lines beyond terminal illness, the cancer that I got is stage five I'll drop you with a left, clock you in the chest until barely any oxygen is left make a voodoo doll out of you that's anatomically correct just to kick it in the nut sack and drop it on it's head I be cooking, chop you up store you in a box up in the shed just don't forget to compliment the chef got a negative nature, ominous as heck but I'll beat you with a magnet 'til I'm positive you're dead I promise I'm the best die after you Dance with the Devil, I am Diabolic with the pen I've said many things, a lot of it in jest you would think the Old Testament god was in the flesh Chorus: I existed prior to the digital age old as fuck, with a hyper analytical brain so on a typical day I'm like cancer in a critical stage if you combined it with a biblical plague mystical sage with sinister ways every minute engage with opposition to administer pain twisted insane even the Devil May Cry when I sever using Dante's original blade
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Verse 1: I'm lost, really I just happen to seem fine driven, but blind to traffic and street lights I see what I want, I'm the grab it and leave type the problem? yet to see a path during these times invade my own thoughts kind of like a tactical team strikes anybody trapped in my dream dies my destiny is: rap 'til I cease life and navigate a ghost ship armed with a cannon on each side sanity, everyday it sinks a little bit amounts of alcohol that I drink's ridiculous it's funny how I think I'm killing it convinced that I'm fly until I fall like the Wings of Icarus I'm heated, had a meltdown from the moment I embarked yet it feels like I'm frozen in the dark I just focus on the bars thinking of my dad knowing never again will I hold him in my arms Chorus (Dee) if I could spread my wings and fly I would open them if I knew that my love would die I would've spoken then but you can hear the silence in the dark that we have lost and we'll put the pieces back together at any cost Verse 2: I've embraced I'm the Lord of the Flies it's strange every door that I try leads me to pain like a torture device I've been betrayed, tried to walk away with a sword in my spine there's no escape from the storm in my mind I am consistent at least, dependably heartless endured some incredible hardships I'm done with the missions, there is nothing left to embark in except trying to write this intellectual garbage sold my soul in exchange for a plentiful harvest I deemed it an acceptable bargain I was looking for a vegetable garden or an edible carcass and instead ended up in perpetual darkness I am not gonna waste time still trying to learn how to stop and embrace life I use my dad's death a lot when the hate strikes imagine a farmer growing crops on a grave site Chorus (Dee) if I could spread my wings and fly I would open them if I knew that my love would die I would've spoken then but you can hear the silence in the dark that we have lost and we'll put the pieces back together at any cost Outro (Fubar) wrote a lot of bars and I spoke of it as art hatred on a page, I know that I'm bizarre looking at myself, I was focused from the start didn't like my reflection so I broke it into shards
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Dis track for the ever-so-wack: Julius Sleazer aka Don DeMartino lyrics Verse 1: mad blood on the pen tip here we go another wack fuck with a death wish trying to act tough with a clenched fist let's get him stabbed up in the entrance it's time to mummify, I'll leave him wrapped up in intestines quick discussion, big for nothing I'd bet money that he's married to a distant cousin really thought he was equipped but wasn't lost to Jai Pera it was honestly a bit disgusting I'm practically battling his ashes thinking he ran shit, was never even actually a captain living in a fantasy he magically inhabits typing away with the personality of cat piss born destined to die 'til then I'ma spit heat able to scorch enemy lines when you appear a little more dead than alive I'll carve a swastika on your forehead with a knife Chorus: you're never feared or trusted hear you bluffing you can never be dope as the squad, zero gumption you white supremist, of course you got the purest substance only dope lines you've ever had was on a mirror busted Verse 2: the name's Lord of the Flies, you ain't morbid as I you've waged war with a guy who may force you to die I'ma get your face torn with rhyme and then I'll die of old age trying to wait for a reply now try and listen to this idiot's flow but without fantasizing of running up and slitting his throat simplest quotes, not even a little bit dope feels like somebody is playing some ridiculous joke I'm trying to figure out the issue and it has to be drugs started typing on his keyboard and tragedy struck battled so many wack fucks I'm practically numb this is light work and in all actuality fun let us have a bar fight to the death sharp knife to the chest, followed by a shark bite to the neck I've been dealing with a lot of dark nights with the pen someone finally got me to start writing again Chorus: you're never feared or trusted hear you bluffing you can never be dope as the squad, zero gumption you white supremist, of course you got the purest substance only dope lines you've ever had was on a mirror busted
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Verse 1: I'm tired, feeling like I can't be myself at times it's like my only fan is myself listen, but try and understand me as well curiosity's the devil that I dance with in Hell now back in my high school days I used to write during lunch time until I was nice with the punch lines actively trying to cut ties kind of a rough life where every single night was a drunk night I'm very surprised I didn't die in the front lines thought I was invincible and kind of a tough guy really I was blinded and young, right? thought I was equipped for battle and brought a knife to a gun fight lost in the maze that I built being chased by the angel of guilt looking to strangle me still you have a closet full of skeletons, my fucking basement is filled looking to die, yet afraid that I will Chorus (Beth Gibbons) I can't hold this day Anymore Understand me Anymore Verse 2: most of my youth was me spending time with my dad and his drugs now it's me feeling stranded and stuck tragedy struck, woke up in a bath full of blood questioning everything, never got an answer to none now I stand in the front being told I'm as bad as they come for not believing any magic and stuff not gonna lie, it felt like an ax to the gut that's why I'm negative with every single track that I brung born in Hell, that's why I never brag where I'm from I keep writing just to throw it in the trash when I'm done now I'm ready with a mask and a gun willing to jump inside a get-away car just to crash it and run damage is done, every single fantasy crushed and now my life has a hole about the mass of the sun hoping to influence the path of my son there are times in life where being blind as a bat is a plus Chorus (Beth Gibbons) I can't hold this day Anymore Understand me Anymore
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released March 8, 2022

Mixed & Arranged by Fubar
Mastered by Subcon
Cover by Edd Bundy

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