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JUNK HE SAID

by G'Odd

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A MATE WORSE THAN DEATH They all Sayin I’m too old for you When you know it’s true I’m good as gold for you There a burden I can take it, I can shoulder it for you Do these things that no one else has ever done to you There she go again yeah she fallin out When you close those sweet eyes what you dream about? 9Wanna know what I’m thinking while I’m on the nod? Think of all the places I’d rather die than to live with G’Odd maybe that sound like a strange thing that she’d say But I swear that sentiment is echoed almost every single day Cause the inspiration that just brings it out If she gotta life, then she wants me out If I’m the alternative, she’s fine to do without Better off to tell the story than to stand round and pout Day that we met offered my hand and I bowed said I heard you running with the wrong kind of a crowd As a gentleman, I must insist that that’s not allowed Been beggin for a change, but you just why’d and how’d Get what you see here a total act of class Even take it well if you’re rejecting my pass If she just knew the fate that later befell Woulda told me right then you can go to hell If I gotta give it up to get some that’s all fine and well Let’s get an early check in at the cheap hotel I was up front girl, I was straight with you Told you each and every thing I planned to do to you put you in that trance I guess it didn’t get through Cuz she say… 33Rather die in an unnamed sandy grave For a Saudi prince to give the order, go and kill this slave 3 weeks in a dungeon can’t brush my teeth or shave Watch from a tower giving me the finger while he wave Better than enduring the way you behave To Bear your appetite and all those things that you crave That the first time someone say that’s what they’d do? Actually, my love there’s been quite a few It’s about the way I talk, and think, and everything that I do tell me rather die than to live with you Early in the day and you already number 2 Describe a gruesome death, say prefer that to you They tell me rather die than to live with you Describe a gruesome death, say prefer that to you At the bus stop with a lady on my lap Just gave a little wiggle then I caught a slap Some might run after, find some fence to mend I look for another, no making will bend Take a look at that what do we have right here Not hallucinating and she’s coming over here I thought you might be slingin’ but I really couldn’t tell I said baby I share but I never, never sell Spent the whole day back at the hotel room Might as well have been her final resting tomb Cuz she say I’d rather die in concentration camp, have my body turned to oil burned to run some nazi’s lamp Than have a letter addressed to me where you lick the stamp Rather smash my skull in a vice grip clamp Than let you in down here where it’s moist and damp Not Auschwitz, but the Hilltop I hope that’s close enough Regretting day she met me, sniffed up all my stuff must make a strong first impression but a few hours later then they overcome by the depression something in the reflection from the mirror hung above the bed overflows their mind with this sense of dread But to get what I desire I’d take some gold and stack I’d buy up each and every bag of any ice or crack like a certain type might call them morally loose But they end up saying they’d prefer to be lying in a puddle of some dumpster juice Give them everything I got, up all night and then Then they start talking bout being dead in the recycling bin For a normal man this might start to get inside his head What can I say it just illustrates the life I’ve led Always hearing this shit they say I’d rather be thrown into the depths of a snake pit With 1000 vipers and drink up all their spit Then to put with you G’Odd and with your weird bullshit Simple explanation nothing more to it. Rather get shot in front of a firing squad Than be known again as some girlfriend of G’Odd rather be crucified up on a cross, Than endure another day like the one I just lost Get lit on fire by every lighter that Bic has made Than relive the perversions you think are getting laid Telling truth it hurts so good, good so hurts Ends up rather badly when accepting my flirts
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“Junk He Said”

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G’Odd
“A LITTLE ROCK WITH LIME (I SPOKE TO SPOON)
The Junk He Said.


1. A Mate Worse Than Death
2. Jack The Dripper
3. Counting Sheep
4. Dallas Uber Alles


Junk you say? Indeed. As them Arkansas induced madness continues, and the personality splits down the middle, the warring factions within G’Odd’s mind continue to do battle.
All of the summer’s goofy songs seem to have been corralled now, and makes sense to assemble them into one release. Jack The Dripper ’23 has already seen light of day as a video, as did “Counting Sheep”, but here find a new Sheep mix by Yann is the Bastard from his sheep farm in Bordeaux. Dallas Uber Alles, began long ago in CF Hawn studio and now this track, with a subtle tip of the hat to the Dead Kennedys (from Dallas, ya dig?) finally sees light.
Leading off is the newest, hot off the presses track from the Little Rock set up of MECCA mobile. It is more or less a documentary of the little down time I take here.
Massive points, if you get what the first line of the title refers to.
You scumbag….

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released September 5, 2023

track 3 beats by Code, mix by Yann is the Bastard, all other music, production, mix and mastering by G'Odd

artwork by SSexD

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