Comes in clear resealable bag with jewel case containing a 4-page full color booklet of album art.
All orders come with 2 MFTG promo stickers.
Includes unlimited streaming of MIRAGE FROM THE GONDOLA
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Limited Edition CD/Magnet/Sticker pack combo
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Comes with limited edition CD in clear resealable bag with jewel case containing a 4-page full color booklet of album art.
Also comes with rare 4" x 5" BOXGUTS magnet (only 5 made!!) as well as a one of a kind sticker signed by Boxguts, and MFTG promo stickers
Includes unlimited streaming of MIRAGE FROM THE GONDOLA
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Watching veins popping from brains rotting
While I’m slap boxing rain drops with blade swats
to stain oxen
from lames name dropping to chain rocking,
game mocking, wannabe ballers falling all on the floor
when their change dropping.
My aim lock in, flame hocking, the thing popping
shots to stop, drop, n rock em
Knock em off with the spray til their broken legs hopping.
Now they gotta use a cane for walking. (it’s a shame)
Their just ain’t no stopping him from jotting them gems
Spotting bends in the lens, watching em blend…
Fresh blood, guess what..got thirst for the flavor.
Heads spread when I shred em. I got versatile razors.
They couldn’t step their shit up with a personal trainer.
Write raps with a protractor to circulate bangers.
Hollering hollow bullets…
I should be known as a shot caller.
Sicker than you ripping…Sicking on you a rottweiler.
Watch you drop yer wallet…
How it don’t got guala?
Box’ll eat you on the feature you just copped for top dollar.
I’m rock solid when it comes to setting skies.
It’s payday, whattaya say? Tryna get high?
I’ll turn yer neck into a runway just to make yer head fly.
(tryna get fly?)
Wildwest tongue-slinger, Bug-winged fungi eater,
Real humdinger, Seashell bell ringer.
Steam snails for dinner, fill my liver up with liquor,
N stay getting iller…
Get up n lay these tracks before I make my way off the map.
“Everyone’s so fashionable these days”. Look at that!
Swing baseball bats to mash faces flat, rock fades sideways,
n knock haircuts outta crooked caps.
It they’re What’s Up, must be yer ears that’s wack.
Who put yer asses down?
Shouldn’t be allowed any where near rap.
Now What’s Up!? You hit the ground…SPLAT!! …I hear that.
If I see your band popping bands, know I’m bound to snap.
Me n my team need c.r.e.a.m. so I’ma Take That!
Straight bashing snake cats n fake acts.
Laying smack from spanked ass to gaped gash.
Breaking break-pads, We make cash like Dame Dash, Raise flags.
All praises to the great Kane n Hash…
J23, B.A.G., BOXREB, M.C. We thrash!
