Bazooka Tooth

Y'all made Bazooka Tooth.

Bazooka Tooth is an American progressive rap artist from Greensboro, NC.

the debut album, entitled GUTTER MAGIC, is separated into two halves: "Brains" and "Teeth", the first half is rap tracks, with intricate and verbose lyrics. the songs on this half tell stories within each track. the second half is experimental spazz rock songs that build to a climax and tell a singular story. more to come, kiddies.

HARDCORE SICK WHALE

jump guns when the media gets hold of what you're after; blast into the office so you can get sent to the clapper; so write a book about your experience; you'll never get more than the occasional hook in some popular artists' song cadence; kill 'em all slow; in the meantime, i'll be trapping wild wolverines to hunt wolves in the snow; christening some warm red into the soft winter glow; severed heads stalking after the fresh meat they can smell when new blood enters the equation; caught in the k-hole, trying to scramble out into the gnashing teeth just to feel any sort of sense of sensation; sensational stories cause growing pains in the head of any new celebrity, it goes one of two ways: basking in the glow of the camera lights, becoming a whore or punching out photographers, just making the rest of those shallow-hearted jackals beg for more; and you can jump 40 stories after; no one said we're ready for a Jefferson Pilot disaster; or you can always overdose in your home, secretly foaming all the way out the lips from the molars back and have the landlord find you in the midmorning chill all alone with a note to your family that says, "i love you, but don't come looking for me, you'll never find me where i'm going."
slacking on the treble clef, composing a symphony with that month's supply of lithium combined with all the Oxycontin you might happen to have left; like god is the referee in a losing game of "smear the queer" and you're getting destroyed by the opposition; like you're trapped on a thousand year mission and the world just won't let you die; like you just have to shoot for that golden-haired Claire in the sky, those diamond eyes; cinema shy, intimate iris of the needle; not strong enough to die for a cause but you'll sit outside or make a drive just to make a smile appear,; step out of the doorframe, higher than the stars you could compare her beauty to if you were that sort of pathetic little romantic like you know you are accustomed to becoming;
shot down; jump guns to the ninth round stage; shot down; drop bombs on the landmine's cage; shot down; watch it go up like the underbelly flipped like a rock smoothed with age; and bazooka tooth fires off not only the truth, but what you need to hear, dude; Jeff Bridges could only hope to compare to what you've achieved through starvation and pill abuse
[naturally gathering followers, bleeding sincerity from every crevice, catching shallowers in your teeth like magic bullets; but you can't set fire to a dirt empire; iron-cold fins don't perspire in the heat, just burn through loose-leaf corpses, calling you "sire"; but you can't set fire to a dirt empire]
hiding in a sentiment's fire, send me a wire from the iron-cold chevy attire, hiding in view like your cinema shy, intimate eyes with a venom hidden in the teeth; one bite might kill lesser men than me, but i revel in the poison, having built up a tolerance beforehand; you beautiful commitmentophope; wither before you and probe the corners of the letterbox, searching the footnotes for signs of hidden water mocs; they say the squeaky wheel gets the oil, but i've found in these situations, he who bitches never wins; disregard females, acquire currency, this is a flawed system; becoming a man who has everything, but at the same time has nothing; drop plates and drinks on the floor from the shaking in your hands, not from anything in your system, but by the one sitting not quite as close as you were wishing; feeling aged as the wine you were told was good by the man you bought it from in preparation for a romantic evening alone; spoiled all to hell by one call on the phone; "and she told you to go pick up some friends while you were on a date? what, do you think i'm stupid or something? do you think one night might be too much to ask? ah, whatever, you go get 'em anyway, you know it won't hinder you in the future; you needed some time to muster up your courage, obviously"
[naturally gathering followers, bleeding sincerity from every crevice, catching shallowers in your teeth like magic bullets; but you can't set fire to a dirt empire; iron-cold fins don't perspire in the heat, just burn through loose-leaf corpses, calling you "sire"; but you can't set fire to a dirt empire]
keep a jackal under your tongue to spit with related reasoning; like the company i keep is the shit!; semi-wishing for the eye in the sky to throw a line; missionaries doing the work on their own at the same time; stomach full of diner food and beer you stole from the grocery store, the same one you bought this notebook from; because you're a petty crook pretending to be a whore; it's a lifestyle, baby; amphetamine heart racing with thoughts of pacemakers, cigarettes, pills and landlords yelling for money that doesn't materialize on it's own; i spend my last dollar on me!; one-upped for my family, should have made time with them, attachment is the trap that coincides with suicide within