Evasive Backflip's Turbo Chili Children

by Evasive Backflip

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I want it quick They keep in governed That makes me sick But, I'll keep them sovereign They twist my nips They keep it playful I need their touch They keep me grateful And as they give, they gladly take a quick pick of the pocket and a gentle handshake Handled by the state sanctioned by the Faith Stimulated, stiff and wet they keep us in the Bay sitting in a drink we find ourselves terminally thirsty
WaspspraY 00:33
Gotta ballbat off the mallrat, Fuck this place, a case of coldpacks. Push the asshat, cul-de-combat, Nanny's backside on the bathmat. Swat and miss and hit the range, Mother might not sit for days. Otis' face has quite the stain, Right on his face, run old man! Guess the flu is not for you two, Broken mirror, crack the Roku, Got my sight, align the clear view, Now I traumatize the nephew. Guess he knew to stay away, Fuck with bees another day. Motherfucker almost tried to sting my face, Run, old man, run! Run! Run! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!!
People are automatons The stars are holes in the sky There's no parlay, fabergé
Why don't i throw myself out the window? I'm gunna sleep right here in the crawl space I must of really let my hair down And the people they talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk Train ride Time test Light beam Wants to arrive late It's going to blind my eyes I'm being caught off guard, I'm going to Breathe out The equations are there, but I lack the experience My father took me out back and shot me through the eyes My dog took my mother by the leash and set her free Make haste We shorten Faster We shrink Conductor! Correct me Caress me Ride me off the track!
Taking medication cause I'm anxious Folding back the edges of my business cards I'm making invitations for my parents Tightly holding on to their birthday cards Take me by surprise, blow the candles out Softly sing separately through the silence
Cracking the egg, perilous yolk Brunch time, not quite enough Save the memories they’re Passing you quick, rushing the door Cut time, brash little move South paw, smell the ashes Call 4 your dog, give her my love Regret pulling her leash Not my, greatest moment Pouring my heart, making mistakes Call back, got the machine Leave a message when I’m Sucking my fist, playing it cool Throw up dozens of worms React never lonely In Out Push Pull Clock Say Tick Tock STOP
Take my clothes off Throw me down the hill Someone's always rolling away Cover me in all your rock and roll Spread 'em, Insert, Test me, unclean Facial, Too far Makeshift Backflip Not good Enough Slay me Take me Yadow!
Strangle Hide the body Under these floorboards End their Constant Calling Hang them up by my tie Gotta get a little (Bird off your shoulder) Weak knees, rough night (Open the ribcage) Gotta get a little (Bird off your shoulder) Steel keys lock tight (Open the rib cage) I took a little (Bird off your shoulder) Poultry taste right (Open the rib cage) I took a little (Bird off your shoulder) No bleed, less light (Open the rib cage)
Ol' Big Chubbo. Sundried fries for hands. White cotton Reeboks, and mammary glands. You're a homemade turkey. Potatoes and hams. All beef retreats, cheese, and calorie plans. You'll eat the feet of your maitenance man, and save for pie! So hey slack-jawed smile. Your slobberin' frown tastes the meat and throws it back. I'd knock you down, just to roll you around, throw you into a wall and flatten almanacs. Oh, bless yer heart...
Draining my clip everyday I'm numb So dry Filling you up gets me down Let's turn that around I'm hung like a noose Ha ha ha give me head So come with me And we'll share a small death We'll bang bang bang Til we blow the whole clip Such a big gun Makes my pussy so wet Feel it deep inside my Bread I found you Squeeze, please me in my sleep I need you to Destroy me Draining my tub everyday I'm shocked but not electrified Filling it up gets you down Let's turn that around


After a year of playing a boat-load of shows, composing a soundtrack and mostly collaborating with other projects, Evasive Backflip has finally released a new full length. This time, the chums in Enhansive Fartsnip have aimed their sights on fresh territory and have also procured some new instruments (a double-neck guitar/bass, an old keyboard and an E-lectronic drum pad). Although the direction is different, their Evasive personality is ever-present. Constantly shifting, always evolving.
Produced by Brian Fox @ Two States Audio. Cover art by Nnamdi Ogbonnaya. Released by Grandpa Bay Recordings.


released August 29, 2016

Yoshi Perfect: Guitar, Keys, Vocals, Fan
Benjamin Karas: Drums, Electronics, Vocals
Jamarcus Drake: Doubleneck Guitar/Bass, Vocals, Loops


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3 folks pick up instruments and lose their minds.

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