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my geetar is untitled by flewmanchew

This song was recorded back around 2008. It used to on this page before but I removed it. Now it goes back on to get less plays that it had before. ah geez.

Hopefully will have lyrics on this soon.

lyrics oh baby I am deep in the shit invisible viruses out to hit a lick well everyone i know is already sick oh the fucking government larping bitches on my nuttz with that keep your distance because i'm contiagious wuhan motherfocka beware of the flewmanchew oh no little gatesy why you always be acting so so crazy putting dead babies in your pepsi the plague is the media and the media is our plague turn off your set go outside and fucking get bent get that money spent before it ain't worth shit jack motherfocka oh so you know it's the joocoo

Free the world's money from Zionist Control.

Dedicated to Rose Rich, may she rest in peace.

produced by flewmanchew mixed by august west self released 3-25-16 oh big me i had to kill my t.v. didn't like what it had to say to me fuck all your programming lobotomize me tv lobotomize me tv lobotomize me tv lobotomize me for free oh yes me god is in the tv lives in that tiny little box i told him we should have a talk shot it with my 44 i'm just like elvis .......

august west and i were trying to play square bohy songs off an old myspace page when my phone recorded this conversation.

vocals - Kat M. guitar - flew additional vocal backup - random people in hotel spa

this is a second mix of oh you (i love false starts) drums / backup vocals - chilli b. guitar / throat - flewmanchew written and produced by flewmanchew Lyrics- cant tell me. wut to do. cant even change my point of view if its askew. oh you. (it's what I meant to do) tell me. wut to do. cant even change my point of view if its askew.. oh you. tell me wut to do. oh you. (the shit is good to play yo) tell me?? i was bred there. i rocked it twice. grew a grey hair. like old grey beard. in the backyard. heating up his trick. with the old school fix. i bet hes got. a thousand golden pieces. tucked away inside of his head. i wanna see the treasure. the treasure. oh let's rob him! this shit...get down to see mah man...put that shit in mah hand.. in mah hand ..all day.. all night.. cold mic.. mah man.. chilly b on tha drums gets down like fuk u all.. word no bohy$ yall

drums / vocals - chilli b. guitar / vocals - flewmanchew lyrics- time to get bent with the cold limp (x2) oh my basket so fantastic (x2) i can fuck with a mic in a basement (x2) kicks like the old school they think they're soo cool (x2) oh we used to steal.... up and down your block like mother fuck a cop oh my basket so fantastic (x3) time to get bent with tha cold limp say it twice amigo

one take freestyle jam. dumb-dub in action. drums - chilli b. guitar / throat - flewmanchew lyrics- oh no it happened again i took it all feel so fucking dead again i didn't mind to sleep all that time never leave my bed again so close the shades block out the light leave the door closed i wont never mind to sleep all the time but i wont ever leave my bed wont care i wont care wont go and whoa oh so bloodthirsty i wont care i wont mind

this is our b-side to raw meat. it was recorded around the same time. spring of 2014. the image was taken off gratiot ave & st. aubin st. in detroit mi. drums / vocals - chilli b. guitar / throat - flewmanchew written by flewmanchew and chilli b. lyrics- cant see me while caught in tha nile cant see me while you copy my style one two with the big guns you cramp my style you drive me wild you cramp my style but you drive me wild (think paul's boutique man) you cramp my style you drive me wild you stole my style but you drive me wild one two with wild one two with the big ones cant see me while you keep all my style cant see me while you give me the wild

drums - chilli b. guitar / throat - flewmanchew lyrics- 75 miles to go nothing to show dirty shoes holes in my pockets empty sockets u need yer fill lost my way out into the sticks painted my squirrels all for kicks got so old into the mirror couldn't be no more clearer dirty shoes holes in my pockets empty sockets u need yer fill you know? its hard even for me to do... wish i was drinking pop back in the 70's cut myself razor blades couldn't see the look on my face turned away couldn't be the same mistake i made again da dah da

drums / backup vocals - chilli b. guitar / throat - flewmanchew produced by flewmanchew lyrics- cant tell me. wut to do. cant even change my point of view if its askew. oh you. (it's what I meant to do) tell me. wut to do. cant even change my point of view if its askew.. oh you. tell me wut to do. oh you. (the shit is good to play yo) tell me?? i was bred there. i rocked it twice. grew a grey hair. like old grey beard. in the backyard. heating up his trick. with the old school fix. i bet hes got. a thousand golden pieces. tucked away inside of his head. i wanna see the treasure. the treasure. oh let's rob him! this shit...get down to see mah man...put that shit in mah hand.. in mah hand ..all day.. all night.. cold mic.. mah man.. chilly b on tha drums gets down like fuk u all.. word no bohy$ yall

drums - chilli b. guitar / throat - flewmanchew lyrics- master can i go outside and play it felt like it rained all day, didn't wanna sit alone in the room looking around at my sad in bloom wanna make mistakes and make em all cry so i can understand why...locked me the box threw away my key kept me for yourself as your little pet peeve ill kick your chair i'll tell you when to leave always be there tugging at your sleeve... if it's not nice if it's not nice better ask twice....

this one has had a few different names over the years, its old. i was finally convinced to name it from a line i heard in purple rain .. where after one of prince's shows kinda goes flop and he's in the dressing room, walking around back and forth with a mad prince look on his face... and someone walking by sees him making the mad prince face shouts "prince no one understands your music but you!" i always agreed with that statement for lots of different songs of my own. haha i can make a mad prince face too. thanks for the drum programming - skank mcnasty r.b. lyrics - though sometimes we don't act like we've known each other but we've known each other, for so long and it sticks and it burns. like other sides of the fence. and we see each other, on those other sides and it sticks and it burns. and we see each other on those other sides like we have never known each other. could i be this empty? when i give to you my love? could we be our insanity working us into a frenzy? she's not the one to ask but i'll be the one to blast drive it straight into my head. please baby, tell me you'll be my everything. everything. everything. everything. though it sticks it and burns, we live with regret. just different sides of the fence. though it sticks and it burns. just different sides of the mirror.

this is one of the oldest songs i have on this page. it might be older than me. drums - jon e powerhouser guitar / vocals - flewmanchew my name is justin and no I ain't a boss d.j. but i'll still spit on this mic today but i ain't got much to say... no i ain't got nothing to use no i ain't got nothing to prove no i ain't got nothing to lose no i ain't a boss d.j. but i'll still spit on this mic today give me something to use give me something to abuse give me something to use give me something to ... abuse i'll take it all. i'll take it all. i'll take it all. i'll take it all. i'll take it all. i'll take it all.

written, recorded by flewmanchew lyrics if you say to me, i'll be the one, to show you fun, when you please. and you, tempt me, all the days, you are free. but it's out of my head the freedom was said and it's out of my head it wasn't just pretend if you are closed, it's ok. i could care less, what your pages read to me. and it's outta my head. the freedom was said. it passed down to me. i give it for free. i get it for free. i give it for free.

guitar, production - flewmanchew