pink maggit - the dog that hasn’t barked

Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by myself. Fourth substantial release under pink maggit. Released on November 16th, 2025

1 - the dog that hasn’t barked

  • My gaggle of old friends

    Feed upon the throats of the young

    Were to you ask why

    I’d answer with some kind of explanation 

    Insufficient and full of fragmented thoughts 

    The young are not to be trusted

    For they prey on those like you and I


    We, We’re not so different

    I feed you my rotten soup

    Sup, sup away

    Futuristic mind virus

    Latched onto you


    My gaggle of old friends

    Shoot babies in the street

    I giggle and shout

    Until the they return

    Don’t count your chickens before they roost

    I think that’s what father said


    Prideful folks have much alike

    With the pedophilic hegemony 

    Death from above will rain down

    A thousand plagues unleashed


    Aliens and foreign bodies

    Colliding with our soil 

    Feed them to the hounds and maybe

    Our plans will not be foiled 


    Baby won’t you dance with me 

    Tonight this one’s for free 

    Cackle as the light leaves their eyes

    They still think they can leave


    You Are A Threat


    Take em by the dozen 

    Put them in the oven

    Fuck a sanctuary 

    They’re just ragamuffins


    Keep them salivating

    Jesus is awaiting

    Watch them cry their eyes out

    This is captivating


    Kill em cuz you want to

    Fuck em cuz you can do 

    Anything you want to do

    To anyone and


    He died but I don’t care

    Cuz he knew what he was  

    Doing and he knew what

    I was doing to them


    He is going to fuck your children


    I just shot a tranny on a busy street

    I just robbed a bank

    That was kinda neat

    I just want you all to believe in me

    I’m your king of kings

    N’ I deserve a treat

2 - trainhopping

  • Take me to the city

    Where the crows fly low as hell

    Take me to the city

    There, I’ll be treated well

    Fry a steak in oil

    Feed it to the pigs


    Taste the earthy skies

    The dirt of spirits and flames alike

    I said taste them earthy skies

    Hair on my chest and ass alike

    Take the oil 

    Pour it down the drain

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