“The Shitlib Zone” Pre-Release!

Big news! A pre-release acoustic version of the cuckservative anthem, “The Shitlib Zone“, is available for your listening pleasure.

Harry spills the deets,

Pardon the 4mb load of bits! I’m sure the boys down at Le Chateau’s service entrance are saying WTF!?

I couldn’t hold off much longer. Here’s a mellow cut from my first collaboration with a local ‘producer’ after a couple of snow-delays. I just resurrected my own multi-track recording gear over the weekend and could create a bit more polished version with more time.

Feel free to use this in whatever way it is deemed fit. I can’t commit to producing anything cleaner or with video for the next month but I didn’t want to sit on this much longer. I do have a country-fried, shitkickin’, Big Bad Johnish rendition that could knock some socks off. Especially if I can convince my long-fiddlin’ wife to lay down a righteous Chuck Daniels-like interlude!

Again, stellar job on the lyrics and the solid stream of incisive goodness that is CH!

Harry

I can’t get an audio player to upload, so go here to listen. Lyrics are reprinted below, (you may want to keep two windows open to sing along. It’s cathartic.) Well done, Harry!

(FYI, “The Shitlib Zone” is a reinterpretation of the original “The Twilight Zone”, by Golden Earring.)

The Shitlib Zone

Somewhere in a hostile press room
There’s a cuck starting to realize
That sucking up has not worked out for him
It’s two A.M.

It’s two A.M. my honor’s gone
I’m sitting here waitin’ the stool still warm
Did you know that Lincoln was a Republican?

Yeah, my daughter’s burning coal, dindu in my bed
Bareback my nation, all community dead
Cannot realtalk, my whole life trained to be a toady

Help, I’m steppin’ into the shitlib zone
This is a bathhouse, feels like Lindsey’s home
My scrotum’s climbed up, under flabby gut
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone post-op?

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone

I’m sticking to the Narrative, demographically doomed
Double crossed middle class gettin’ the screws
Can’t get no election, can’t get through
To Pablo’s crew

Well the cocktail parties ease his coward’s mind
He swears no child left behind!
When the third world comes
He knows damn well he’ll be retreating

And he says, “Help, I’m swishin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a cookhouse, feels like Mexico
My nation’s been sold to Mark Fuckersperg
Where am I to go when the white vote’s submerged?”

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone

When the shiv has hit the bone

{shredding break}

Help, I’m prancin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, feels like anal fun
My dignity is gone, an eager tribute
Who’s gonna do the jobs that Americans won’t do?

Help, I’m cuckin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, can’t stop being prone
My manhood’s been moved, under Jenner’s dress
How far am I to bend when they call me racist?

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When CH has raped your soul

When the shiv has hit the bone, oo-ooga!
When the shiv has hit the bone
When the shiv has hit the bone, sha-lom!
When the shiv has hit the bone

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