grantp330

original version from 2017.

conTRoL + ALT + DETH -=- MONSTER MASH b_w BIRDIE ( REMIXED by grantP )

from the dope folks records release. smoke for the smell of it did this for the hell of it. but i love doing it even if its rough out the bucket.

Aasim D'Xpicit = = Fly Shit (3Dozen Remix by GrantP)

CAMP LO = = SPARKLE HIGH NOON MIDNIGHT REMIX BY GRANTP

judge judith shitdog the people are ill the cases are real the case with the most beers wins take a stick pop it out the taste is gonna rule you when you pop it in your mouth the rulings are final this is her courtroom twenty-one-year-old assembly asshat operator tuna buja beta is suing the father of her son twenty-six-year-old machine gun technician blur robbie woosey cuff for the return of her furniture and for breaking her off something like robbie is counter suing for careems he inherited from his deceased brother order all rise your honor this is case number 206 on the calendar in the matter of buja beta versus woolsey cuff parties have been warning you may be seated builder bait are you and the defendant lived together for a couple of years well over a year ago how was it shaking up with mr wussycock yes your honor so you snuggled and you got knocked up and made a baby how old is the baby almost two at the defender bender you for furniture you sit your fetish on i switched shifts to second shift full assault that you say he perpetrated upon your biggest causing you to have a broken bond he got possessive and some bumps and lumps monks mr wursikov says that the furniture was fluff i went out one evening after work with a couple friends and he says you walked into a stop sign yes your honor and that caused whatever injury you had as a matter of fact the charge in that case he says he accused me of cheating on him at the sign and you forgot your shit after that and i come home the next day so tell me because i was too drunk to drive and the door locks were changed at the sign and you formed there was the door locked from the outside your honor we're dismissed because you have knowledge to the court what difference does it make you were dismissed because you have knowledge to the clerks i don't know day care or do you even care how do you know where the door is do you go to dorky or just look for a knot i guess i'm not your honor sure when you say that you were too drunk to drive what are you talking about what was going on he was going out of town and i came home one night and he changed the law we'd been drinking i'm a little girl your honor day care or do you even care how do you know where the door is do you go to dork you or you just look for a knot oh okay sure when you say i don't know what you're drunk

If your chest ever stops, If something stops burning in your veins, If your voice in your mouth goes without being a word, If your hands forget to fly and fall asleep, Matilde, love, leave your lips parted because that last kiss must last with me, It must remain motionless forever in your mouth so that he also accompanies me in my death. I'll die kissing your crazy cold mouth hugging the lost cluster of your body, and looking for the light of your eyes closed. So when the earth receives our hug we will be confused in a single death To live forever the eternity of a kiss.

"Come on everybody lets scream and yell we're gonna do the shuffle then ring ya bell Come on everybody lets scream and yell we're gonna do the shuffle then ring ya bell we're gonna do the shuffle then ring ya bell" (46 ZONE HORACE GRANT REMIX) #chicagoBEARS #shufflin'REMIX #46zone #chicago #windycity #superbowl shuffle

remix from THE RAWEST MIXTAPE https://soundcloud.com/dethstarkillah/sets/the-rawest-mixtape

Special Remix of "CRAY ZAY" via DEATHSTARKILLAH's new mixtape "420 VOLUME 3: QUARANTINE DREAMZ" hear it all at : https://soundcloud.com/deathstarkillah/sets/420-volume-3-quarantine-dreamz

original produced by Yeshua daPoED dead poets society =-= dont quit [grantP remix]

messing around

Act I: Blastoff Scene 1: The Event Horizon Buffet—where black holes serve singularity stew and quantum quiche. Our forks tremble, and the waiter (who’s actually a gravitational anomaly) winks. Scene 2: We sip Hawking Radiation Smoothies, our existence evaporating with each gulp. “Doctor,” I say, “we’re light-years from the nearest crumpet.” Act II: Warp Whimsy Scene 1: The Quantum Quiche wobbles. “Careful,” warns the wormhole whipped cream. “Careful,” its frothy swirls concealing interdimensional sprinkles. “Too much, and you’ll taste alternate timelines.It leads to parallel dessert universes.” Scene 2: We pirouette through spacetime waltzes, our bowties askew. “Easy, Doctor,” I say. “We mustn’t disrupt the fabric of reality.” Act III: Celestial Tea Party Scene 1: We arrive at the Cosmic Tea Room, where constellations clink teacups. The Milky Way swirls Earl Grey. Scene 2: “Where are we?” you ask. “Pure imagination,” I reply. “And the dress code? Nebula chic.” And then—the finale. The audience? applauding silently. The program reads: “A cosmic comedy in three acts.” THE END (of a black hole). Applause erupts from collapsing stars. We take our bows, and the universe whispers, The curtain falls, but the echoes linger.