Kill That Shxt

THE FLOOD

My brain is  to fast really sloppy and all over the fucking place just like these songs hope you enjoy :) (all beats produced by Bronkx3) shout out the homie Bronk for sending the most gas beats I've heard in a while

The Mind Of T.J.R (prod.BronkX3)

NORTHSIDE W/ Gooside [PROD V O i D]

(INTRO)
Fuck 88, fuck 88

(HOOK)
Life is a maze I'm Henry H. Holmes
You disintegrate to smoke up in my lungs
Opp pack stacked, I'm smoking bouta ton
Get you all wacked, I'm rolling up 'ya moms'

(VERSE 1)
Street nigga always in a fucking band tee
Bitch I'm one man deep
Cause this banger handy
Kicking down doors, I'm in 'ya fucking pantry
Getting top from 'ya auntie
Bust them cheeks no sandy (Bitch)
Walk in the rain, rinse blood from my hands
Get in my way, I promise your end
Enemies decay to mark my intent
I am not ashamed, remorse has long left
I am not your kind, I'm built from different cloth
Weakness in design, this whole generation soft
Act like you're divine, rely on an absent god
There's something in the sky and it clearly don't give a fuck
The messenger relied on a sword that he would thrust
Everybody dies nothing can save you from what comes
I'm doing just fine when I decide to slice you up
Clutching on the nine with your life I play god

(HOOK)
Life is a maze I'm Henry H. Holmes
You disintegrate to smoke up in my lungs
Opp pack stacked, I'm smoking bouta ton
Get you all wacked, I'm rolling up 'ya moms'

(VERSE 2)
Who else in these streets coming tactical (Tactical)
Who else up the beam laughing manical (Manical)
These seven six twos eat like Hannibal (Hannibal)
AK rip 'ya flesh off, like a cannibal

HENRY H HOLMES

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UNDEAD PAPI - HENRY H HOLMES (PROD. 88VLEXX)

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝙰𝚛𝚎𝙽𝚘𝚝𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚝. 𝙽𝚡𝚕𝟷

PLEASE WALK UP - JATAN'S HATRED X VOMIT DASTARDLY

[Verse 1]
Clatter of sabers in pews...news crews cue the halo spin,
Label the table of truth as “treason,” they staple sin.
Paper-thin faith with a flag stitched in, grafted on grace like a plastic grin,
Asking Him, “Sanction my fences,” when gospel says, “Gather them, let ’em in.”
Massive grin, masks and hymns, cash in tins...Mammon in sacristy;
Passing the plate to the palace while pallets of rations lack dignity.
“Blessed are meek” gets muted when market moods demand dividends;
Citizens sip a cinnamon spin, while venom invents their dividends.
I’m flipping the diction like benches in temples...rhyme as a remnant revolt;
Not militant, but vigilant...pry the lie from the cult of control.
No idol patrols, no rifle patrols in the soul’s cathedral aisle;
Our creed isn’t greed...plant seed, meet need, bleed speed to reconcile.
Beatitudes blaze like braille for the blind...the signs are tactile truth;
If power preys, then praise is a cage; if love’s alive, it cracks the roof.
Church of the new millennium’s medicine...mercy is militant tenderness;
Heaven is present in evidence: strangers embraced, not fenced as a threat to us.

[Hook]
No crowns for conquerors, only towels and basins,
No thrones for oligarchs inside sacred spaces.
If faith is a fortress, the poor can’t face it;
If love is the law, then the law must grace it.
We tear down the altars of nation-as-deity,
Break bread with the broken, betray false divinity.
Truth isn’t partisan...truth is proximity:
Hold the least close and the King shows His dignity.

[Verse 2]
Pseudo-prophets funnel fear into funnels of funding and power,
Thunder and gunmetal prayers, but the Son settles storms by a flower.
Hour by hour, the algorithm baptizes bias in bite-size clips;
Whitewashed tombs with like-count perfume...hype-house doom in righteous drips.
Pedigree pageants of purity nagging the widow’s mite;
Politic pulpits that weaponize scripture and privatize living light.
Listen...the mission’s not tribal admission to kingdoms of gated lawns;
It’s tables of fishes and loaves, it’s coats when the night is raw.
Make peace? That’s treason to tyrants who diet on deified flags;
We kneel to a suffering King, not emperors dressing in drag.
If borders define your belonging, your gospel is smaller than God;
We cross every line with a lifeline...neighbor is name, not a nod.
Bitter rhetoric fizzles when literal miracles multiply meals;
Give up the myth of dominion...domesticate steel into yield.
Faith is a furnace for fear, refine it to courage and care;
If your revival’s survival of strongest, the Spirit is not in the air.

[Verse 3]
Call me a pacifist pugilist...punchlines pummel the principalities;
Uppercut comfort, confront the corrupt, love’s knuckles in legalities.
Rhythm and remedy, liturgy’s energy...centuries crush in a bar,
Wherever a child gets a blanket and meal, that’s the flag that we are.
I’m threading a needle through steeples, unseating deceitfully seated elites;
The Kingdom advances by kindness...no boots on throats, but sandals on streets.
If truth gets censored by sponsors, then prophets repaint the wall;
Graffiti of grace on the gate...“Let every lost be found and called.”
Cathedrals collapse if they balance on violence...stone can’t shoulder lies;
The only foundation unshaken is love cruciform and alive.
So sing it in 4/4 fury, sermon in snare and kick:
No nation can own salvation...the cross already did.

KING SHOWS HIS DIGNITY

Put It On Fire

Caution XXXTENTACION (extended version)

LYRICS HOE:

SNAKE BITCH
ON SOME FAKE SHIT
COME TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING LIFE
NOW FORSAKEN
MUST BE MISTAKEN
AINT A BITCH WHO WONT TAKE NO ACTION
IF YOU WANNA TALK THAT SHIT
TURNING SUPER SATAN

GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY WAY
I WILL KNOCK YOU OUT ANY FUCKING DAY
PUSSY BOI TRYNA PLAY
MEET ME IN THE MOSH
THROWING FIST AT YO FACE
DEMON KING TERRORIZE 
CAME TO END YOUR FUCKING DAY

PIT SHIT
FLIP SHIT
THROW THEM FUCKING FIST IN THE MOSH PIT
TALK SHIT
CAUSTICS
GAS YOU LIKE ITS AUSCHWITZ 
AW SHIT 
POP SHIT
GUN EM DOWN UNTIL THEIR HEART IS STOPPIN
MOPPIN
BLOODY TEARS WHAT IM FUCKING DROPPIN

$UPER $ATAN

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Macho!

Ed, Edd n Eddy (Prod. Kreepy)

LYRICS: 

Fuck nigga,
Why is you bent?
Shut the fuck up muhfuckin repent
Punchin’ the skull and I’m leavin’ a dent
Fuck nigga,
Why is you bent?
Shut the fuck up muhfuckin repent
Punchin’ the skull and I’m leavin’ a dent

If you see me better duck nigga 
Ay
Imma make that tummy tuck nigga
Ay
If you see me better duck nigga
Ay
Imma make that tummy tuck nigga
Ay

Movin too fast
We gon’ motherfucking crash
Keep the blade
Imma slash
Roll the dope
With the ash ay

She gon’ smash 
And I flash with the cash
She really trynna fuck, but Imma fucking dash yuh
Fuck a blade 
Put a rash on the gash
And the lil’ bitch staying with the motherfucking cash yuh

Fuck nigga,
Why is you bent?
Shut the fuck up muhfuckin repent
Punchin’ the skull and I’m leavin’ a dent
Fuck nigga,
Why is you bent?
Shut the fuck up muhfuckin repent
Punchin’ the skull and I’m leavin’ a dent

If you see me better duck nigga 
Ay
Imma make that tummy tuck nigga
Ay
If you see me better duck nigga
Ay
Imma make that tummy tuck nigga
Ay

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