KILL THE DJ

by theLAgirlz

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released April 15, 2011

Jorge Girl-Vox/Lyrics
Big Drew Casteneda-Guitar/vox
Rikk the Straightedge-drums/lyrics
Joey "lanky madonna" Taylor-Bass

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Whorhaigh K. San Francisco, California

Whorhaigh K. Is a folk singer/songwriter and graphic artist from Chula Vista CA. His first official release was "Kill the DJ" by the punk act The LA girlz, co-written by the current drummer of deathrock act "TFAN," Rikk Cavin. Rikk and Whorhaigh reunited in december of 2011 to record the eponymous Jorge & the NICOTEENS. The two currently work on separate projects, but plan to collaborate soon. ... more

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Track Name: Meet the Girlz (thelagirlz theme song)
Allow me to introduce ourselves

Everyone in this town
They gather here to bring it down
they run in circles to our sound
at our shows you must get down
i dont really give a shit
everyone get in the pit
bring your mom
bring your friends
its all the same in the end
We came out here to make a difference
With a name inspired by the adolescents!!

Cause We are theLAgirlz
Come on & meet the girlz (OH!)

We are thelagirlz
come on and meet the girlz
Anti-rave
anti-fame
anti-fucking-nazi-slave
What do you get with this fucked up blend?
Except for Rikk cause he's straight edge! (oh!)

we came out here to make a difference with a name inspired by the adolescents!
Track Name: Hair
Everybody wears their hair the same
everybody wears their hair the same
look at 2
look at 10
the only difference is the name
Cause Everybody wears their hair the same
look like a model thats the game
you can get dolled up
get dolled in rags
its getting worse
its a fucked up ego
guilty of swagger
i just bought new polished lipstick
i just got hair extension
they just got no definition
cause everybody wears their hair the same!
EVERYBODY WEARS THEIR HAIR THE SAME
Track Name: Rikk's Straight-Edge
Rikk's my friend
he's straight-edge
i got his back
till the end
still my brother
when i'm high
you fuck with him
you fucking die

youre running on a smear campaign
you question me i think its lame
yet i still look at you the same
(do you get it?)

You come to shows and kill the mood
NO ONE likes your attitude
yet you cant do shit with out your crew
(so when will you get it?)

that
Rikk's my friend
he's straight-edge
i got his back
till the end
still my brother
when i'm high
you fuck with him
you fucking die

Well I respect the X's on your hands
yet I choose love when life get's bland
what it'll it take for you to understand?
That i can do drugs and share the love
you be straight and rise above
there's no battle
it's already been won
when I say:

Rikk's my friend
he's straight-edge
i got his back
till the end
still my brother
when i'm high
you fuck with him
you fucking die
YOU FUCK WITH RIKK
YOU FUCKING DIE
Track Name: KILL THE DJ (Interlude)
It's time to learn to something.

Freedom from an oppressive culture cannot be bought at ten bucks a pill, 80 dollars a ticket.

hedonism solves nothing and does not raise your social status in any way shape or form. (no one gives a shit how often you fry)

Why be like everyone else when you could easily be yourself, without tacky looking bracelets, silly looking light shows, repetitive aimless music that you listen to thinking it'll some how get you tail.

You dont have to do what everybody else is doing.
Track Name: Punks don't like raves
pacifier at your neck
beaded bracelets at your wrist
come on DJ spin that disc
Closer closer to your death!

pacifier at your neck
beaded bracelets at your wrist
come on DJ spin that disc
Closer closer to your death!

SO WE KILL THE DJ
AND HIS PSEUDO-ART
KILL THE DJ
RIP OUT HIS FUCKING HEART

All the ravers on the floor
come and dance for me
hold on as I lock the door
you will cease to be
all the ravers hit the floor
bleed and scream for me
quickly i run out the door
now it's time to flee


So we KILL THE DJ
AND HIS PSEUDO-ART
KILL THE DJ
RIP OUT HIS FUCKING HEART

Everyone in the pit beat up the Raver kid!
Just fuck him up
make bleed
yea
fuck him like the little bitch he is
Track Name: LA Rave Riot
"looks like were havin candy for breakfast"

eyes like strobe lights
booze on your breath
dont fuck with me
tonight'll be your death!

LA RAVE RIOT

LA rave riot
now the DJ's dead
LA rave riot
I got his severed head
LA rave riot
it's time for you to see
LA rave riot
you shouldn't fuck with me

the end of real music is the end of the world
its a loss of creativity a loss of words
and tis the reason why i tell you this
it's the reason why you sit around
and pop another thizz
this is not a rave but you came for fun
this is a riot
and there'll be fuckin blood

LA RAVE RIOT

LA rave riot
now the DJ's dead
LA rave riot
I got his severed head
LA rave riot
it's time for you to see
LA rave riot
you shouldn't fuck with me

Now i may sound mean
just cause youre fourteen
but you should stay clean
I really think you should
you might get touched
sexually harrassed
you might get raped by things unseen
"cause it's a little dark in there"

LA RAVE RIOT

LA rave riot
now the DJ's dead
LA rave riot
I got his severed head
LA rave riot
it's time for you to see
LA rave riot
you shouldn't fuck with me
Track Name: Taxes
I dont want to pay my taxes
call me fucked up
sorry honey
that id rather
SPEND THAT MONEY ON DRUGS

I'm not going to take a stand
bomb Iran
or join the klan
I'm not gonna go to war
to prove myself a man

Never here for stupid fights
I never doubt God given rights
even if i shut my mouth
no one here would buy it

you'll tax me till i'm dead and done
you'll tax me till you think youve one
you'll spend it all on old cheap sluts
what have i done

When I should be free to smell like booze
yet you'll tax me on that too
no freedom in red white or blue

So you called yourself a capitalist
i called you a piece of shit
you called yourself a capitalist
i called you a piece of shit
your average bloody piece of shit

So I'm not going to Pay my taxes
call me fucked up
sorry honey
that I'm gonna
SPEND THAT MONEY ON DRUGS
Track Name: The Wallstreet Jungle
Survival of the fittest
below us lies the shittest
the force
the wonder
the driving crank
makes her act like your average skank
i know she does this to you in the least
makes you act like the average beast
you could dine and dash for another feast
or you could live it up on the street
ask for love as a matter of fact
like anyone else i'll stab you in the back
for in this culture you cant stay clean
no such thing as innocent beings
told like children once they'll stay
told the world would end this way

Thats right
to live you gotta
fight to survive
thats right
to live you gotta
fight to survive
fight to surve

survival of the fittest
below us lies the shittest
the force
the wonder
the driving crank
stressed on an image of being hated
thrown in a youth far to wasted
i conserved the system i was irritated
all my morals were underrated

so i get down
cause that's way i like it
on the ground
cause that's the way i like
thats way i like it
cause thats the way i like it
that's the way I fucking like it
Track Name: Schizophrenia
(I have)
SCHIZOPHRENIA
I wish i was dead
SCHIZOPHRENIA
i hear voices in my head
SCHIZOPHRENIA
I don't want to take my meds
SCHIZOPHRENIA
I wish I was dead!

trapped in a world all alone
yet someones here yet no ones home
i lost all the trust i had before
oh where'd it go?
Spiders spiders in my hair
spiders spiders everywhere
and i just want to die
i dont know why

Talk to me baby
talk to me please
talk to me like i knew you would
theres writing writing on the walls
and none of this makes sense at all
i'll kill everyone i met just to get out in the end
cause i just want to die
I dont know why

(Cause I have)
SCHIZOPHRENIA
I wish i was dead
SCHIZOPHRENIA
i hear voices in my head
SCHIZOPHRENIA
I don't want to take my meds
SCHIZOPHRENIA
I wish I was dead!

Somebody, please kill me
Track Name: Jacknife & the Razorblades
i was howlin at the moon
like a wolf
a dying day had bled so soon
to forget
all that i once knew and met
a second to late
sends you straight to the grave
a second to late sends you straight to the grave
tell me honey how'd you behave?

dead rising under my bed
a rush of blood goes straight
to the head
knife blade razor
feels so cold
sliding through her skin
she's gettin old
slip her the tongue
youth is wasted on the young
oh slip her the toungue
youth is wasted on the young

Locked in a room
hidden but theres
no place to hide
so help me God if im alive
its a deal with the devil
no contract signed
so help me God
if i'm ALive

I sold my soul to the devil
inevitably i lost control
so now she's burried
burried beneath the floor
Ive been to hell and back but what i dont' remember it all went blackkkk


Spoiler: Theres a secret track after this one

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