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Dear Rudiff

by Prilly T

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Spritzer Great story and super catchy songs. Prilly is such a silly guy. Favorite track: Washing Machines.
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Donald Wilson The first time I've ever heard Justin rap! It's as amazing as I'd hoped it would be, amazingly heartfelt, and deliciously gruesome! Anyone who listens to Hungry Lights might pair my favorite track to "Second Best' in the Three Gods And Me album. While they are very much the same, they're different enough to enjoy them both. I'm sorry I caused such a fuss over it when that album came out. So very eager for Dear Rudiff 2! Favorite track: Pulse.
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hungryhippos_evanblake I love this glorious piece of art. That is all I have to say. Everybody buy this album. I hope one day there's a Dear Rudiff part two. Favorite track: Silver Lining.
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1.
Deaf Parrot 05:05
Dear Rudiff, I’m writing ‘cause I think I got a whole lot of nothing in my mind And it’s starting to consume me The blank page taking over the sketch I regret to inform you that there ain’t much left of me But still, I hope that you can vouch for me When I’m gone, I wanna’ be remembered for all that I am Not the good, not the bad—just the middle -In between the fence of right and wrong A fine rope strapped to one edge of the cliff And the other is a riddle taking form of a noose around my broke neck A sick head kicked bad from the mirror man Still hanging in my office where you left it—never clearer, man But that person staring back is rude -Telling me lies all the time, and I’m closer to believing him So I hope you’re closer to retrieving him See, I was under the impression you was’ just taking a break Made mistakes that you wanted to repent for And I was all for that repentance, But now it’s been so long that I think you might be running towards an exit And if that’s true, it’s not on accident... It’s been a while, you’ve been giving me the shoulder I’m waiting for this whole dang thing to blow over I wrote you three or four times And I checked, but you never hit me back -Just assumed you too had been consumed by the pollen of the bloom But I know you better than that I check twice a day, ‘cause I know you better than that Don’t mean to scuff up your shoes or scratch upon your new ride Where black and white once were just gray lines, Is now a mess of paint and strange ink blots Shaped like plastic soldiers And we’re older, so the whole world’s looking mighty colder -A bold move Yes sir, I remember the old rule “Never meddle with affairs outside your own room” But I just can’t help myself, man It’s not Tru! All the stuff that they been saying about you It’s got me seeing red, I’m the bull—I’m the monsoon I want you to understand that I never once thought a single word had any merit I kept myself perched up high—deaf parrot Staring at that billygoat reflection The mirror that you gave me’s like a spreading infection Refracting what I want to see, but that ain’t me What’s the guarantee if I return it to you that I will be free of this curse? Getting harder not to hurt myself with each and every verse -No virtue Don’t mean to alert you, But if I’ve gotta’ keep on looking, might desert you I’m like a cartoon living in the same reruns that been showing for the last ten years Where you at? Could you take a fucking second just to hit me back? Dear Rudiff, You know I get covert sometimes And that’s work tryna’ flirt with the murk of life But we was equals… I never meant to diss you I never meant to turn it all around—that’s not the issue I miss you You left this thing with me because you thought that I could handle it I guess you thought wrong I’m a walking bomb, ticking wicked clicks Just a thought and it’s all gone Quick tip: never put your faith in my agenda We both know that I do not care where I could end up I don’t know when this negative flow started Pent up aggression leaking from my naked fists I am the center, I’m the beast The puzzle piece missing -Lodged under the cushion of the couch Sucked up by the vacuum cleaner hose and thrown out three towns away So there’s a hole now How you hang that up to show and still be proud about it? I’m writing ‘cause I think a whole lot of nothing And my blood’s running black There ain’t no coming back It’d be nice to hear your voice once more before it’s over But I’ma do what I’ma do, I’m sure you know that I guess I just want your approval -Tru
2.
Drought 04:51
Dear Rudiff, I’m a clown in town—not turning people’s heads On the prowl, I’m weaving like a thread About time that someone end up dead… But instead, I keep my posture, keep my cool Keeping simple, keep it loose Got my hands all in my pockets—my gesture for truce Just like you taught me, I know how to blend in even though I do not fit in It’s a costume—only pretend In the end, it gets the job done And these people think I’m one of them They treat me like another splash of gray atop this palette of paint Understand I do this ‘cause sometimes I feel trapped Being alone under the city starts to make me retract my claws So I gotta’ get out to keep them sharp and alert It’s like flirting with the victim you about to make still and inert And it’s worth it, you know? Kinda’ gives me a purpose, you know? If it was not for this monthly stroll, I’d start to feel a bit worthless, you know? And I’d hurt myself—desert myself Give birth to the extrovert That has been lurking and jerking these strings inside of my noggin This world is drying up with one possible outcome -To put a hole inside my head Forty seasons—going on more Cannot remember the last time we spoke I got urges for insurgence And words stuck in the back of my throat Choke ‘em down with a glass of mocha Oh my god, it’s hard to stay low-profile I think it’s time that we both try to meet up Agree at a place I can see ya’ I been writing, you been working? I figured as much, since I haven’t got a letter back My mom tried to say that you a “fair-weather friend” But fuck that bitch, barely got it together, man She wasn’t there! We was out in the cold—in the trenches You kept me alive, that’s real friendship! All she ever did was eat up my pension When I talk, bitch don’t even pay attention But you do, that’s why I keep writing Yesterday, I guess was alright This nigga tried to drop me in the alley That shit that you taught me has started to rake up a tally I got a talent for blood But remorse keeps nipping at my ear Feeling bad for these faces Hope the feds can’t trace this… You’s the one who told me to embrace this I’ll be honest, I’m feeling alone Like, gimmie’ a sign, man—throw me or bone or something Every day is a struggle That mirror you gave me is nothing but trouble Another dime, another a day Back to back—a domino, I sway I’m starting to mind, if I’m taking your time away Just let me know, and I’ll cut with the bullshit! And if not, then I don’t mean to push I know you a busy man, no need to rush If I’m talking too much, I can shush All these emotions—I’m tryna’ flush it out or crush it How long until a man fully drop down Before he hit bottom? -Before I hit bottom This world is drying up with one possible outcome -To put a hole inside my head I think I’ve had enough, and I’m ready for no more Let’s put a hole inside this head I was feeling good in the moment Thought if I owned up to it, I’d show my true colors Just tryna’ be honest I’m like a comet, leaving a trail of blood behind me Hey Rudiff… Do you remember that time we picked up that slut on the side of the road? And she tried to do us both, but you wasn’t having that—no You wrapped some barbed wire ‘round her throat And you pulled, and she couldn’t scream She was choking… that was the first time I saw someone croaking Back then, I was real soft-spoken I guess I’ve changed a lot And the doctor says not to strain, but ah! I’m in pain! I’m not going back to that place! She can’t fucking help me, she just keeps on playing it safe! ‘Cause she’s afraid to dig down deep where my real issues sleep Down with the shit and the sulfur and tar Down where my real demons are She just pumps me full of meds And hopes that I’ll be docile ‘til I’m dead Hope’s I’ll feel awesome ‘til I’m obviously so fucked up I can’t possibly hurt no one no more! Well, she was wrong, Rudiff… This world is drying up with one possible outcome -To put a hole inside my head I think I’ve had enough, and I’m ready for no more Let’s put a hole inside this head -Tru
3.
Trophy Case 04:40
PRILLY T: Aye bro, is that your car? MAN: Yea. PRILLY T: Well, can you move it? This is where I usually park, thanks. Shit… why am I here again? I don’t even know, I hate this place. Is this your first time? MAN: What’s your problem? PRILLY T: My problem? Umm… I got a call from my shrink, She said she think it be time for a checkup I told her no more medication That’s how she keep me in inviso-fucking handcuffs Get down to real deep shit Bitch, you better man-up! I said I’m not going back, But she be pulling like crack rock Attack dog—I turn into if I don’t listen I got a creature in me, and he been sneaking around Saying things, doing things you would probably frown upon, bro MAN: You’re crazy, man. PRILLY T: What, you think I’d make that up? MAN: Yea. PRILLY T: Nigga, fuck you. I got real problems. MAN: Whatever you say, man. PRILLY T: You’re my biggest one, right now. You and this nasty elevator. This elevator smell like piss and smoke You’d think they’d keep it clean, Lest they wanna go and trigger someone Last time I’s here, I heard they had a situation One of the doctors had been fucking with his patients I know, it’s messed up! Like, how you get your license and shit? You’d think they’d have a test for that And we’re the stupid ones? Shit, all these doctors, bro, they be on the same boat They helping us to help themselves not to knife their own throats Ice cold—I’m told, but they on a different level A flip switch—clicked She said it hit like a rebel Revel in animus An animal standing this close to the glass will crack And that’s why I’m a stupid one BARBARA; Hey, Prilly. PRILLY T: Hey, Barbara. BARBARA: How are you? PRILLY T: I been pretty great. BARBARA: I’ve been calling you. PRILLY T: I know I haven’t picked up my phone—I been a’ flaking… BARBARA: Are you avoiding me? PRILLY T: I’m not avoiding you. I just got more important shit to do BARBARA: Like what? PRILLY T: I don’t know, like… shit? Still writing Rudiff, yea Naw, he hasn’t wrote me back He’s a busy fucking dude! Ain’t got time for my bitching and complaining Entertaining as it is, I’m like a fucking cloud puking problems on his head Completely understandable, the nigga wants to bathe in some sun Let go? Bitch, I’ve excommunicated like… everyone I write to Rudiff ‘cause he understands He was there! You was sitting in your comfy doctor chair Eating snacks, tryna’ crack people’s heads If I told you half the shit that I thought, you’d probably end up dead I don’t want your medication, bitch Do your fucking job! I don’t wanna be a zombie, I just wanna feel normal again Ice cold—I’m told, but they on a different level A flip switch—clicked She said it hit like a rebel Revel in animus An animal standing this close to the glass will crack And that’s why I’m a stupid one We can’t let of our problems, they made their home We like to hold ‘em like a trophy -Keep ‘em close to our hearts Makes me feel special Knowing nobody else has seen what I’ve seen And that’s why I’m a stupid one I could take you down deeper... I could be the escort... But when that darkness gets thicker, don’t call mission abort I’m sorry, but if you really wanna’ help me You’ll try to tag along So take a breath, we going under... When I was seven years old, I took a slingshot And killed a baby robin—shot a toad with a pellet gun It’s not that weird, children do that all the time What makes me different is I kept the bodies in my pillowcase... I thought the smell they made was soothing And Rudiff? He lived right down the street He was also into killing helpless animals And people start to notice when their pets is going missing That’s when we started up the fishing See, people throw a fit When Mr. Fluffles has his fucking head ripped off But no one cares when you cut up a fish, Rip out its guts, stomp it, smash on it tree Yo, Rudiff took a bite and had the gills between his teeth But it wasn’t enough When I was just seventeen, We found this hooker, and we picked her up off of the street He strangled her, and sawed her head off with a butter knife Then he stuck his dick inside her throat hole and climaxed And me? I watched it like a fucking imax I was so impressed! Thinking, “Man… I need to try that shit!” That’s why I write him, fuck! Got me excited! Nobody has the bond that we have Nigga, we brothers for life Ice cold—I’m told, but they on a different level A flip switch—clicked She said it hit like a rebel Revel in animus An animal standing this close to the glass will crack And that’s why I’m a stupid one We can’t let of our problems, they made their home We like to hold ‘em like a trophy -Keep ‘em close to our hearts Makes me feel special Knowing nobody else has seen what I’ve seen And that’s why I’m a stupid one Hey, guess who’s getting fucked up tonight? Fucking bitch
4.
For real, this Renekton shit is awesome! I- I feel like I’m seeing the whole world in a bunch of different colors Bunch of different… colors Umm… And I stall Dear Rudiff, I pre-drank my fall Guess what? The cost of a lesson learned is not always forgiven, But I’ve driven passed the point of no return Can’t see me running out of words, And sure, I could probably even sketch you something It’s a regret every time I see this salt-water reflection Looking pale, I guess I misplaced the directions to my soul Ha,results of insurrection But I wish you’d seen it when I marched into that room "What's howlin', ladies and gentlemen? Welcome to my Christmas! Watch me separate these shifting fingers from this fist-less paw” Then they all jumped up to resist me, But distance was too far- Oh! And I tried to move the bottom of the sea -Couldn’t get a grip This one’s kinda’ hard to explain… But I mean… between you and me, I wasn’t seeing things straight That shit she put me on was not agreeing with me I’m still feeling a tinsy bit out there... And it’s hard to get close now, for me ‘Cause some people just seem like washing machines I was at the laundromat hoping you’d hit me back So to kill some time, I try to unwind by talking up this cat He had this interesting padlock on a belt, and a mohawk -I don’t really affiliate with people like that But goddamn, this guy was so cool! Free-throws with his laundry just like he was swishing hoops -Got that plaid interior inside his combat boots Stomped across the aisle like he was shooting up a school I said, “Dude! You’ve got to meet my buddy, Rudiff! The next time he’s in town, I will be sure to introduce you to him” Gave me nod of respect, and then went on with the rest of his set I regret even talking to him See, I don’t put myself out there Just ‘cause people only pout and bitch about shit I wish I gave a fuck Went into my trunk to get a bucket He kinda’ pissed me off, I wanna’ slice open his stomach Make him watch as he bleeds out And laugh as he freaks out How funny would it be in this scene To watch his bowels explode in the shape of a <3 Is it just me, or are people not that friendly anymore? And it’s hard to get close now, for me ‘Cause some people just seem like washing machines Makes me sick to the bone to believe There are people who settle for being washing machines Long story short, it was time for a reckoning I beckoned him over, prepared to full-force wrecking ball his face His eyes went wide, the time was nigh! “And now, you die-” Wait! But then he started sweet talking “Weren’t you the guy that broke into that corporate office with the cat? And you tried to makes its fingers disappear—just like that! Yo, I heard you got arrested…” I said, “It was just magic, but I guess they weren’t impressed with it” Then we talked it up for like an hour or two Uhh… I guess he is my friend (but he’s got nothing on you) The point I’m trying to make Is that this person (give or take) was really great And I guess I kinda’ learned something Some people seem like they’re useless ‘til you give them a use Like, what’s a washing machine if there’s no laundry to do? I’m pondering truth while I am writing to you Because honestly, I can’t be open about this with anyone else -Tru And it’s hard to get close now, for me ‘Cause some people just seem like washing machines Makes me sick to the bone to believe There are people who settle for being washing machines
5.
Apathy Dose 03:59
Yo, I gotta’ turn this click-track down This shit’s too loud Oh, I forgot the words to the song… Umm Dear Rudiff, The alarm went off, I let it ring I don’t even wanna get up to see this world Don’t wanna try—subject to all these thoughts of suicide And I wanna die, but I can’t ‘cause I owe you my life And that’s fine I guess it flies, so I’ma do this one more time Feels like I’ma throw up Aye bro, what’s the hold up? Waiting on your approval, But I know that shit won’t show up Can’t find the motivation to even get up out my bedroom Looks like the sky ain’t falling, but I been struggling for headroom I’m back on medication They don’t want me going apeshit—uh The doctor said it’s not my fault I’m trapped in palliation But unless she wanna throw me a more permanent solution I’ma need to find a real way to sift through this dilution, bruh Ah—I been puking lightning bolts These pills is gold, nigga Ah—I fucking hate this world On the floor, lying in my own drool And I’m just about ready to slice open my motherfucking stomach It hurts to feel it merge into my body But it suppresses all the urges of this sociopathic mind The doctor says I’m doing fine—so fine But I’m not… I’m living in a dome inside my head, And I’m fucked I’m not talking to my mother I’m not talking to my pa I stopped talking to pretty much everyone but you, man -Here’s applause I keep looking up to sky, Surprised it still hangs there After all the bullshit that we been through? You would think that shit would fall But it’s clinging like a spider clings -The proof of room for lighter days I might just make it through all of this fluid coming out my fucking mouth Ah—I been puking lightning bolts These pills is gold, nigga Ah—I fucking hate this world I can see the gravedigger watching over me Black-holing me, And showing me ways to take control of the creature that’s inside me But who else to confide in? You never hit me back, So this voice is like my best fucking friend Call it counter-productive But fuck it These pills don’t make the voices shutup They still be talking—just at a lower level Got me feeling all dishevelled and shit That’s a big word for someone as retarded as me It’s like a party in my body, and they kicking me out I’m feeling naughty, but my shawty, she done peaced the fuck out Because I stabbed her in the throat with a ballpoint pen Shit… I need to take my pills again -Tru Ah—I been puking lightning bolts These pills is gold, nigga Ah—I fucking hate this world
6.
Pulse 04:12
Dear Rudiff, You know, I’m thinking that I’ve had enough secrets I been open-handed, and I got nothing to lose But what’s left to gain? Is it worth all that shame? In this world, I feel intangible, not tethered to reality Brushing your mirror ‘cause it’s taking my place right here for now It’s glinting so clear, every star I see is full How churlish of me not to ask permission… Been preoccupied with wishing that Earth would take existence from me I’m hardly outside my head anymore Still waiting on your approval More times than I realized, I was left unfinished—diminished I still don’t get it yet ‘Cause I give my everything, But it seems even you don’t have my back... And I’m left in the corner, pushing harder—a martyr! -The promised fracture No, I shouldn’t step forward I done lost all of my nerve Before my innocence splintered And then blew away, I was dreaming better days But no, that’s something I cannot relate to No pain—can’t feel anyway My turn to escape was a rat, and it’s been displaced I bent this way ‘cause you’re the only person I can trust! I’m hardly outside my head anymore Still waiting on your approval Well here I go, writing letters to ghosts I just don’t understand, where have you been? Now, I planned the way this will shoot Flirt with a lie, man—that’s what I do If I can see it, then I can fear it And if I owned it, I could just tear it down Instead of staring me down, Why don’t you help me by clearing this out? If I can’t see, then I won’t fear it I always thought you would be here for me It’d be nice to finally hear a friendly voice just like my own I shouldn’t be ashamed... A life—a pulse, what more could I ask for? Maybe I’m just feeling aged Maybe I’m just lonely -Tru Innocence splintered and then blew away I was dreaming better days, But it seems even you didn’t have my back I’m hardly outside my head anymore Still waiting on your approval And here I go, writing letters to ghosts I just don’t understand where you have been
7.
Response 05:24
Dear Rudiff, I wish I listened to you when we was on top, Back when we was still soldiers Iraq felt quick, we let that slip And you was right, man… things have never been the same Since we last spoke, I have been struggling I guess it kinda’ bugs me that you just stopped responding But the other day, I got this letter… It was addressed from you to me, And I thought it’d get better I didn’t open it at first, no I kept it on my kitchen floor, walked around it real slow Just had to soak it all up The fact you finally got back… I was unsure of myself Alluring it felt to sit and watch Waiting to see if it would just start to open itself I was afraid, man We haven’t spoken in ten years and sixteen days, man I been counting… “I don’t advocate it Tru, you go do what you got to do If you feel you’re so alone” I don’t know what to think… Like, what the fuck you tryna’ say? That if I offed myself, you would not give a shit either way? I guess I’m confused, I feel used Like, what the fuck am I supposed to do? I was expecting more from you, Rudiff Put up a fight or something This isn’t right... There’s nothing in those empty words! You just dismissed me! You’re acting like you won’t miss me Man, all you did here was diss me… I’m hurting “I don’t advocate it Tru, you go do what you got to do If you feel you’re so alone” Dear Rudiff, This will be the last time that I write you If there’s one thing that I’ve learned, it’s that I’m not like you Different people, different strings, all that I guess it doesn’t matter, but aye, don’t try to write me back I would not want you to waste the stamp I won’t be around, so that shit just get returned to you Anyway, thanks for finally getting back -Tru P.S. Asshole “I don’t advocate it Tru, you go do what you got to do If you feel you’re so alone”
8.
PRILLY T: Fuck off! MAN: Hey, what happened? MAN: Hello, hello, hello, hello! PRILLY T: Yo! Fucking weirdo… BARBARA: Prilly? PRILLY T: Hey, Barbara. BARBARA: Wait, what are… Is it raining outside? PRILLY T: Yea, it’s raining outside. That’s why I’m soaked. BARBARA: Are you crying? PRILLY T: No... I’m not crying. BARBARA: Well, why is your face wet? PRILLY T: I just told you! It’s raining… BARBARA: Well, how did you get here? PRILLY T: I walked here. BARBARA: Well, why didn’t you take a cab? PRILLY T: I just wasn’t feeling a cab. Didn’t want the whole human exchange... thing. BARBARA: Prilly, you know you don’t have an appoint until spring- PRILLY T: I know I don’t have an appointment until the spring. There’s just a lot of shit that I need to speak. So can you listen? BARBARA: Uhh… I’m kind of swamped. PRILLY T: I insist. Can you do your job? For like once? BARBARA: Okay… PRILLY T: Thank you. I finally got a response back from Rudiff BARBARA: Oh? PRILLY T: He pretty much told me to go get lost BARBARA: I’m sorry, how do you feel? PRILLY T: It’s like a fire inside of me Has suddenly turned to an ash I’m trying to look on the brighter side of things, But all I feel is alone How can a person that you idolized Not be the person that you thought? There’s so many twists and little turny roads And I guess I just don’t know where to cross But I’ve seen the other side And it’s got me feeling down I figured, why should I end my life, When another me’s crawling about? I don’t get it, and that’s too bad I’m all thumbs now—not going back What I’m feeling is not okay O’ I’m suffering, and you’re to blame! BARBARA: Okay, you need to calm down. You’re being violent. PRILLY T: I’m not being violent! I’m just… excited I guess. ‘Lotta feelings. ‘Lotta prickly little feelings BARBARA: Okay, can you describe me these feelings? PRILLY T: It’s kinda’ like… like being inside an enormous wasp nest. And they’re all like… really, really upset that I’m there. BARBARA: Well, have you been taking your medication? PRILLY T:I stopped taking my medication. BARBARA: When? PRILLY T: I don’t know, like two weeks ago… BARBARA: Prilly, you can’t be off your medication. PRILLY T: I know, but it makes me feel all fucked up. And I’m already all fucked up, So it just kinda’ like… double-fucks me. BARBARA: Prilly- PRILLY T: Barbara, I don’t wanna’ be double-fucked. O’ this foundation inside of me, Just got the most miniscule crack! And all the tarry, gooey shit that surrounds Is starting to ooze on in It’s funny how this all worked out I’m stunned I couldn’t see All of its buried right under the ground that I stand on And I never thought to dig… Bitch, what is in that box on the table? BARBARA: It’s nothing. Tell me more about this ground- PRILLY T: Woah, woah, hold on, hold on. Lemme’ see that. BARBARA: I don’t think that’s a good idea- PRILLY T: Bitch, lemme’ see it! BARBARA: Prilly, I… PRILLY T: These are my letters... BARBAR: I can… I can- PRILLY T: These are my letters to Rudiff… BARBARA: There’s- There’s a perfectly logical- PRILLY T: How did you get these...? I don’t get it, and that’s too bad I’m all thumbs now—not going back What I’m feeling is not okay O’ I’m suffering, and you’re to blame! Okay, you got… You got ten seconds to explain yourself BARBARA: Why don’t we just- PRILLY T: No, don’t- Don’t look at the door. Don’t look at the door. The door doesn’t have the answers, bitch! Look at me. Look at me! BARBARA: Prilly, wh- PRILLY T: Why do you have these? BARBARA: I... PRILLY T: Why the fuck do you have these?!? BARBARA: I- PRILLY T: Is he your patient too? BARBARA: No- PRILLY T: Answer me, you fucking whore! Why the fuck do you have my- Oh, you’re gonna’ cry? You’re gonna cry? Ahuuhuuhuu Aaaahuhuhu, I’m crying too, bitch! I’m crying too, bitch! BARBARA: It was Rudiff!! PRILLY T: Wh- Th-this was his idea- What are you two together? You’re lying. You’re lying! You’re- you’re a fucking liar! Aaaahhh! O’ don’t even try it, you’re dead bitch! C’mere! What is that? Oh, a pencil sharpener! A brand new pencil sharpener! You know, lemme’ borrow it so I can use it to fuck you up! Yea, you like that? Aww, look at this! Look at this, you got some brand new holes! Some brand new holes to join the other ones! Who’s in whose head now, bitch?!? No, don’t- don’t- No, no, no! Don’t die yet, don’t die yet! I mean look around, we’ve got this great office With sooo many wonderful toys! Oh, lemme’ just grab this stapler, So I can staple your fucking eyelids shut! Read my tells now, I dare you! And you’re next, Rudiff!
9.
Gutter 05:16
Dear… Rudiff, Nah, that’s not good enough. That’s not good enough. Dear... Dear bitch, I guess I changed my mind It’d be anti-climactic to drop this on a good line I been thinking a lot ‘bout what you said to me And the more I thought, the more you end up dead to me Your words pricked like a viper’s bite I might suck out that venom just to use it for spite Uh—that’s why I write this -To let you know I’m coming for you You got another place to stay? Because I’m gunning for you Running all the way… I’ll be there in a day or two... I’m not your friend, So I don’t know who the fuck is praying for you I’m not delaying, I’m just giving fair-warning Got one chance to leave before I show up and start goring Dig—boring my nails through your cheeks And pull out your teeth with the bent end of a tire-iron No need for pliers—too quick and too painless Was gonna drop a chorus, but don’t even wanna sing that shit I just wanna string you up I wanna push weights on your legs and bust your kneecaps out Shove needles in your pupils, And drag ‘em ‘round the iris Get that disinfectant ‘cause I don’t want you to die yet Blood and bile as you puke up worms Lap it in a glass and make you drink your own vomit Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter Dreaming up your funeral while I throw you in the gutter, cunt I been crafting up and scheming And thinking of all the many ways that I could stop you from blinking Man, you gonna’ see the full show! And I’m counting down the hours and minutes before it’s air-time Ahh, you hear that? The sound of your cries, As I’m burning off your cuticles with a soldering iron And I don’t mean to be critical, I’m kinda’ analytical Admit I’m going too fucking far But I been off my meds for three fucking weeks Man, this feels great! For the first time in a while, I can finally fucking think My shrink’s been telling me to stay on ‘em ‘Cause she can’t do her fucking job, She said it’s not her problem The trauma you gon’ go through When I show you pictures of her But you the main course, call that bitch an early dessert I’m being literal, I’m really gonna’ eat ya’ Rip out your esophagus and wolf it like a pizza I just wanna bleed you dry Bloat your fucking body, fly you like a kite I’m in your skin I’ll slip my tongue into all the little muscles and fibers -Loosely holding you together Blood and bile as you puke up worms Lap it in a glass and make you drink your own snot Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter Dreaming up your funeral while I throw you in the gutter, bitch Hey, I’m being saved now There’s a warm, bright light creeping ‘round my ankles It means there’s still a chance to rise to Heaven Forgive and forget and never regret And as iron sharpens iron, so man sharpens man -Proverbs 27:17 I understand now I have been changed—my soul has been lifted Because of you, man… all pain done shifted Sike! What you think, I believe all that? Ain’t no “God” gon’ stop this fucking demon attack Ain’t no Heaven for you, ain’t no Hell for me When you die, you gon’ end up on a dirty fucking street corner Where I drop the trash bag with your body parts shoved in it You end up in the sewer when I vomit you out ‘Cause I can’t properly digest your fucking bone marrow And once you’re dead, I’ma break and fuck the glass of your mirror too I’m only rolling in one nigga deep I don’t mean to preach, but I’ma wake you from your sleep And rape your faggot ass with a pitchfork Just one time, so I can live it back and masturbate to it Blood and bile as you puke up sperm Slap it on a plate and make you eat your own shit, bitch Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter Dreaming up a funeral while I throw you in the gutter, motherfucker -Tru
10.
Hallowed 05:34
PRILLY T: Hey, Rudiff. I brought your mirror, But I got some shit that I gotta say to you first, And umm… I can’t have you walking away from me So… [shotgun blast] RUDIFF: Ahh! What the fuck, bro? PRILLY T: Shutup. Umm... Ice cold—I’m told, but you’re on a different level I flip switch—clicked Shouldn’t this hit like a rebel? Revel in animus You’re an animal Standing this close to the glass, Shouldn’t it crack? Wouldn’t know, I wasn’t stupid enough And that’s the issue, I been doing this for years Wrong side of the track, so no one’s getting anywhere -Stare like train is coming Called my fiction too fast, Then “forgot” all my letters ‘cause I put you on blast? Look at you act surprised! Like you would never strike the ground with your fist And crumble under pressure As for punishment? Oh… let’s let “God” decide whose reality is flawed ...like He gon’ talk shit I keep my head pointed up incase this stratus clears up Better days—medicate like it gon’ heal your fucking problems right up Feed on that bullshit! I’ma keep on pushing words deeper into your skull, like a contusion Begin to question the stressing that you done been through Defend from these shots—act shielded and offend-proof But don’t pretend you had never meant to leave me your baggage Uh-oh—surprise! I brought all back! In fact, I tracked your lack of passion back to the “good ol’ days” When life wasn’t tragic Imagined the look on your face when I passed it like traffic And it’s a bit amusing See, ‘cause that shit was just so accurate! It’s all immaculate—just the way that you left it The same day that you stepped out of my life And told me it didn’t matter I couldn’t shatter this mirror ‘cause I knew you was near You left a hole, I’ll fill it up with your crocodile tears, bitch In my heart there’s no violence You were dead-set on fishing it out Like a shadow in darkness, Kept the truth buried—hidden And I am the shovel that’s digging it up No, your ground- Your ground wasn’t hallowed enough Say it’s not my problem Say it’s not my fault Say you’re gonna’ make some time for changes after all Say you’re gonna’ accomplish things Say you understand We both know that’s bullshit We both know you can’t Nigga, fuck you! Throw that in your system of files I can’t talk to you anymore I don’t know—it could end up archived And that’s fine… but get no respect from me Build up your collection! I poured my goddamned soul out But apparently, I’m just another project to you In my heart there’s no violence You were dead-set on fishing it out Like a shadow in darkness, Kept the truth buried—hidden And I am the shovel that’s digging it up No, your ground- Your ground wasn’t hallowed enough You couldn’t see it How the fuck you supposed to be it? What the fuck, you chose to be this! Now you acting like you somebody else You want my help? Oh, where were you when I was you? It’s like that I wrote you a thousand times You told me, “Do what you gotta’ do” And I been doing! Once more, I’m holding true inside my soul -Inside my mind But it just seems like part of me’s leaking out Corruption, doubt, resentment without a cause Strike me down if that’s what changes y’all! I’ll be your mirror I’ll reflect it back at you -A full-on psychological assault to crack you I tracked you down to let you out We’ll set this ground up with a solid foundation, Then break you down There’s no escaping how I hate you now! You’re fake! I can’t take looking at you! You’s a fucking disgrace! The shell of a man I once knew and loved… Dig a little deeper—might just end up above it all This bomb inside’s a ticking clock And it’s been slickly tricking seconds of our lives away The longer we keep sitting here debating, the more it’s all degrading It’s entertaining We can blow up the entire world If that will get you to admit that you have got a fucking problem I can’t stop it—ah! I must be outta’ my fucking mind But still, I dropped this And doubt that you’ll ever get me… All you do is upset me... So let me be the first to say I’m digressing… Peace, man In my heart there’s no violence You were dead-set on fishing it out Like a shadow in darkness, Kept the truth buried—hidden And I am the shovel that’s digging it up No, your ground- Your ground wasn’t hallowed enough

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This album is part one of a two-part concept about a guy, "Prilly T." who is struggling with depression, solitude, his friends and family have abandoned him, and therapy and medicine are not working, so he writes a series of cathartic letters to the one friend he has in the entire world, but that friend never seems to write him back.

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released March 8, 2017

All songs composed, written, recorded, and mixed by Justin Bonitz. I also programmed all the drum/orchestra MIDI and drew the album artwork!

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Before anybody throws a fit about my use of the word, "Nigga," understand that I am half black. While it should not matter (because I am not using the word in a derogatory way), people are presumptuous. My biological father is 100% Jamaican, and even though I am passable as "white" I AM biracial. Getting upset by me using the word is denying the black half of my family's culture. ... more

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