DeathDeliveryDookieDiscovery V.1.1.

Acoustic folk ballad featuring a solo male vocalist and a fingerpicked acoustic guitar, The vocal performance is raw and conversational, utilizing a wide dynamic range from soft, breathy passages to strained, high-register belts, The acoustic guitar maintains a steady, rhythmic fingerpicking pattern with prominent string squeaks and percussive fretboard noise, The recording has a lo-fi, intimate quality with natural room reverb, The tempo is approximately 75 BPM in a 4/4 time signature, performed in the key of G Major, trap drum beat, heavy metal chugs undertone, and nu-metal-trance dj scratch and chops the last word of each sentence

V5.5

[Intro]
[fingerpicked acoustic guitar]

[Verse 1]
[soft male vocals]
If you have time
Would you try and remind me
If you have the time
Would you try and remind me
Remind me my friend
I'm sorry that I'm so forgetful in the end
If you please could
Please could remind me my friend
Remind me that I need to
Wipe my ass
After I'm done taking a shit
I always forget
Man, why can't I remember that one easy thing?
I just don't want to stink
I don't want to stink anymore
Please just remind me when you see my shorts hit the floor
In the bathroom
Or in the public bathroom especially
You see my feet under the stall
You see the tighty-whities drop
Then you know it's about to go on
I'm about to leave brown unwashable stains
I might even shit on the top of the toilet
In the gas station
'Cause why not?
I'm not human
I'm not human when I'm in a public stall
I might just take the bag out of the trash can
And shit in the can
And then I'll put the bag back on top of it
So when the clerk goes to change the trash can
He pulls it out thinking this ain't too bad
Then he sees a big pile of stinking shit
Underneath a perfectly clean bag
Like why the fuck would you do that?
Just because I wanted you to have the worst night possible
I did it just for that
Fuck you, you stupid fucking gas station clerk
Now I might smear it on the wall
Put a little on the mirror
Ask you if you have any more TP while I'm in here
But I've already smeared it all over the wall anyway
I don't know what makes me do this
As soon as I get in the stall I become an animal
I go back to my animal instincts
And it's starting to stink, I gotta get out of here
Before the stink latches onto me
And I can't get up off this seat because I'm crusted
Crusted to the toilet seat
And then I leave and I walk up to the clerk
And I hand him the key
And I say, "Man, somebody really fucked that bathroom up really bad"
"They must have had some Taco Bell before they come in there"
"And you might want to get on that 'cause it's gonna get really, really, really bad if you don't clean it right now"
And then I walk out
And on my way to the car
I can hear the clerk screaming
Like he got hit by a car
The scream is so loud like he got cut in the throat
His vocal cords are about to expire and shred apart
He tries not to scream because he can taste it when he breathes
And he hates his life
He goes back home that night
And he fucking kills himself
How do you feel now?
How do you feel about yourself?
How do you feel that you made the gas station clerk kill himself
Over you spreading shit all over the fucking bathroom 'cause you're a fucking piece of dog shit
I fucking hate you, I hope you feel really bad, you go home and kill yourself 'cause you made the gas station clerk kill himself
I really hope that learns you a lesson
You fucking piece of shit, I hope you die
[spoken] Archangel, don't do that shit

[Outro]
Archangel on the track
Make sure you bring a second pair of underwear
In case you shit yourself
Maybe bring some Dude Wipes
If you're about to ride down that Taco Bell pipe
Make sure when you tell the clerk, you make sure you mention that it definitely wasn't you that made that mess
Now I'm out of here, like I said before, don't fucking do that shit, Archangel

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[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar] [Verse 1] [soft male vocals] If you have time Would you try and remind me If you have the time Would you try and remind me Remind me my friend I'm sorry that I'm so forgetful in the end If you please could Please could remind me my friend Remind me that I need to Wipe my ass After I'm done taking a shit I always forget Man, why can't I remember that one easy thing? I just don't want to stink I don't want to stink anymore Please just remind me when you see my shorts hit the floor In the bathroom Or in the public bathroom especially You see my feet under the stall You see the tighty-whities drop Then you know it's about to go on I'm about to leave brown unwashable stains I might even shit on the top of the toilet In the gas station 'Cause why not? I'm not human I'm not human when I'm in a public stall I might just take the bag out of the trash can And shit in the can And then I'll put the bag back on top of it So when the clerk goes to change the trash can He pulls it out thinking this ain't too bad Then he sees a big pile of stinking shit Underneath a perfectly clean bag Like why the fuck would you do that? Just because I wanted you to have the worst night possible I did it just for that Fuck you, you stupid fucking gas station clerk Now I might smear it on the wall Put a little on the mirror Ask you if you have any more TP while I'm in here But I've already smeared it all over the wall anyway I don't know what makes me do this As soon as I get in the stall I become an animal I go back to my animal instincts And it's starting to stink, I gotta get out of here Before the stink latches onto me And I can't get up off this seat because I'm crusted Crusted to the toilet seat And then I leave and I walk up to the clerk And I hand him the key And I say, "Man, somebody really fucked that bathroom up really bad" "They must have had some Taco Bell before they come in there" "And you might want to get on that 'cause it's gonna get really, really, really bad if you don't clean it right now" And then I walk out And on my way to the car I can hear the clerk screaming Like he got hit by a car The scream is so loud like he got cut in the throat His vocal cords are about to expire and shred apart He tries not to scream because he can taste it when he breathes And he hates his life He goes back home that night And he fucking kills himself How do you feel now? How do you feel about yourself? How do you feel that you made the gas station clerk kill himself Over you spreading shit all over the fucking bathroom 'cause you're a fucking piece of dog shit I fucking hate you, I hope you feel really bad, you go home and kill yourself 'cause you made the gas station clerk kill himself I really hope that learns you a lesson You fucking piece of shit, I hope you die [spoken] Archangel, don't do that shit [Outro] Archangel on the track Make sure you bring a second pair of underwear In case you shit yourself Maybe bring some Dude Wipes If you're about to ride down that Taco Bell pipe Make sure when you tell the clerk, you make sure you mention that it definitely wasn't you that made that mess Now I'm out of here, like I said before, don't fucking do that shit, Archangel

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