Limited to 240 copies, the 180gm 12" vinyl version of the album is being produced with colors at random. There are one of any 21 possible colors you may receive and no one will know, not even us as to which color yours will be.
**Note: This means your copy will be a **single** color opaque/semi-transparent, chosen at random (i.e. there aren't any "rainbow colored" copies).**
They always say, Seth, why don’t you just try a bit?
Just try a bit, just try a bit!
Now, Seth. Why don’t you just try a bit?
Shut up
If you take me out to dinner, I want burgers, no beginners
Want my meat pink in the center. If there’s mayonnaise I’ll be bitter
Because vomit is a symptom and I really wish they’d listen
But I will not be a victim of that mayonnaise in my system
Gross!
With my luck I’ll get the most. Look like I just seen a ghost
Take a bite, I might just fight the maitre d’ and end his life
Stab him with a butter knife, send a message to his wife
All this could’ve been avoided. Now he’s got to pay the price
Really started as a kid, I hated it
Felt like jumping off a cliff, who made this shit?
Tried to understand the Miracle Whip
Some of my friends would use it for dip
Not me, that’s nasty
Don’t even ask me if I want it on the side
Don’t even really want it on my mind
Let alone have it on food, am I right?
I got that quality pipe
Hella ho’s, follows, and likes
I plan on snatching the mic
If you don’t live up to the hype
People be thinking it’s nice
But that shit’s killing my vibe
Pitching and throwing them strikes
Hate Mayo more than Bud Light
Mayo! Keep away from me
I don’t want to see it in my vicinity
Wait. You agree?
Well, I get irate even if all that I see
Is an advertisement on my computer screen
It’s rare in life to meet someone similar to me
Where it’s failed to meet one that gets my proclivities
I have gone ballistic on my own family
Viscerally reacted, sometimes explosively
Once upon a time ago, I divorced a pretty girl
Who tried to feed me aioli and say it was the same thing
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat
Practically Simpatico
(How does she not know the difference... between condiments?)
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat. Hey!
Practically Simpatico
(I know the difference!)
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat. Hey!
Practically Simpatico
(That bitch, seriously)
(Eeew! I got some on me)
It means something, nobody's got to tell you
It means something, nobody’ll tell you why
It means something, nobody's got to tell you
It means something, nobody’ll tell you why
What an uncomfortable meeting with greetings of clammy handshakes
Angst hits the ceiling fan which it seems its blades can’t break
This buffet looks lovely but the conversation is crummy
So my girlfriend stays in the lobby
She can never handle these planned dates
Playing Plants vs. Zombies while I venture into this man cave
Engaging with the party peeps who can’t stand straight
Up goes the chatter while I garnish this platter
Consisting of beer-battered meats and the sweetest of plantains
The kid inside me, guides me back to Peter Pan days
Letting peanut butter smothered Ritz complete this campaign
In a room filled with belligerent mouthfuls, I’m not hearing it
I’m just running interference in an omnivorous landscape
It’s practically illogical, over treats so hot
Tactfully methodical, not enough to grease my thoughts
I've had about a stomach's full, empty talk leaves a knot
I’m unable to put stock into these over-washed, canned brains
Find my spot at the table, flop my plate down like a pancake
But my butter knife won't make the cut
In discussions tough as a flank steak
The stories they’ve chosen are so frightfully broken
Why can’t a silence that’s golden
Become somewhat of mandate?
No matter what I spit, unique is returned with a blank gaze
The crunch of chips to teeth echo over every damn plate
Condiments with no common sense cover stutters like Band-Aids
Our only common ground's the mustard in a feast that's free of Mayonnaise
Practically Simpatico (No Mayo)
Practically Simpat (No-no-no Mayo)
Practically Simpatico (No Mayo)
Practically Simpat (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat. Hey!
Practically Simpatico
(I know the difference!)
Hash tag, No Mayo, hash-hash-ha-hash-hash-hash
No Mayo
Hash tag. No Mayo
credits
from Visceral Candy Feat. Tim Stiles,
released November 22, 2016
Written by Seth Swift, Tim Stiles, & Jay Battle
Vocals by Seth Swift, Tim Stiles, Jay Battle, & Ian Hernandez
Produced by Jay Battle
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Jay Battle @ The Battlefield
Seattle, WA
Tim Stiles is an independent hip-hop artist historically known as the lead vocalist/rapper of the satirical hip hop band,
Passion Party. Tim is no one trick pony. He’s a clever, crafty wordsmith in his own right with an ability to adapt to just about any concept or genre....more
