PRODS BY SONG TIMES TOO(Prod By RiCh LoSeR / Fidi / IZES77 / Anxityyy / Saint Urya / BRONK3X /  IZES77 x2 / EREBUS / JACKSON / 8LEGS )
ART BY NOSOULTHEGOAT
[TIME STAMPS]
Song PT 1 0:00 - 0:36 Prod By RiCh LoSeR / Fidi 

Song PT 2  0:36 - 1:51 Prod By IZES77

Song PT 3 1:52 - 3:02 Prod By Anxityyy

Song PT 4 3:03 - 3:51 Prod By Saint Urya 

Song PT 5 3:52 - 4:51 Prod By BRONK3X 

Song PT 6 4:51 - 6:23 Prod By IZES77 

Song PT 7 6:24 - 7:01 Prod By IZES77 

Song PT 8 7:01 - 8:30 Prod By cuhclown

Song PT 9 8:32 - 8:49 Prod By Jack$on @yngwrth

Song PT 10 8:50 - 10:00 Prod By 8LEGS

Marilyn Monroe Was A Heroin Addict!

GEN 2 X HURT GANG 
@1qorii
@xelishurt
@hushinsilence

IDGAF! w/ XELISHURT (HUSHINSILENCE)

vacant mind, my conscience makin a firm split
trapped in lines, and steady spittin the worst shit
overthinkin time, ain't even taken my first hit
and truth will always rhyme, could give a fuck if it hurts bitch
understand beyond focus and make the words fit
fuck a reefer, pass the knowledge, thats that pure shit
doctors cheatin at they college, they can't cure shit
you couldn't take on a major, to even learn this
we can't vibe out forever, you pussies aint ever seen strife
platinum sellin record, on the wall inside my dream life
grippin on the heat, so we just waitin for the green light
pumpin fakes, don't even know what the team like
fuck a friend, they refuse to give back my energy
everyone left and im pissin up on the memories
im sick and fuckin tired, of my life hangin in jeopardy
mentally, shot hot, faster then fuckin kennedy
used to keep my men at ease
and all them fakin fucks, now live in cribs wit high amenities
yung kuma, ain't replacable, y'all couldn't find a remedy
respectfully, to be fair im just a fuckin entity
this the typa shit, that give me soul, its not a sedative
this is what im rappin, i dont care if it's repetitive
if you do not like it, suck my dick until it's sensitive
this is what i think, and i don't care if that shit negative
im burnt out, crashin in apartments like an accident
addicts quit, then they come back rushin for that catalyst
im bad at this, when the fuck i turn into an activist
i guess im passionate, but yet im very fuckin adamant
that shit will never work, 
me and you we not the same, we cut from different fuckin percs
since birth, never gave a flying fuck about this earth
and the worst part is, i never found out my worth
bitches be like akuma bye, stop playin
in the booth and we smokin on high octane
failed in school, but shordy givin me top brain
and i was fighting for blood up until the cops came
intrusive thoughts, i wanna kill him, let the demons do it
and he gon die in my head, long as they keepin to it
you rappers boring, that shit you droppin is sleep inducing
the mic won't work, unless you mothafuckas speak into it
but who am i right
while y'all been holdin it down and keepin the limelight
ever since december, been waitin until the time's right
thought this rap shit ain't forever, my definition is finite
but im the top best
and i don't even try, how is you not pressed
bitch, talk less
don't got time for this shit, bitch you a hot mess

yours truly (churchills down rmx)

Hostage Situation II ft. Kashimotu

DEADSTAR w/ Y$57, 914pxpe, & WhyTylxr

ROT IN MY ROOM

ALL PLATFORMS

ROT IN MY ROOM (PROD. INTRAWEBPRODUCER)

ART By @tntslinky
[LYRICS]
slip slide stoke
that’s I how I do it 
I’m fuckin yo hoe
i put my dick in 
I’m fuckin it RAW
I’m in the Walmart 
I’m smoking on za
fronto in bowl 
out a 4 foot bong
I’m with your whore 
and we getting freaky
9/11 the pussy 
i blow out her spine
nine in my pocket 
i up it you die
why you keep talking bitch
nobody cares
walk in the party 
and everyone stares 
(who brought the Glock in the party)
THATS Me
bullets go dance 
they fly everywhere 
I’m smokin a opp 
outta cubin tabacco 
popped a new pilly 
and blew out her back hoe
i think it’s a Rhino 9000
yea yea
slip slide stoke
that’s I how I do it 
I’m fuckin yo hoe
i put my dick in 
I’m fuckin it RAW
I’m in the Walmart 
I’m smoking on za
fronto in bowl 
out a 4 foot bong
I’m with your whore 
and we getting freaky
9/11 the pussy 
i blow out her spine
nine in my pocket 
i up it you die
I’m with a thick bitch
eat my pickle
i whip out my cock 
i give her a dick full
I’m like yea yea bitch yea bitch yea bitch 
yea bitch I gotta keep 
my fuckin stick
like a cowboy I keep that 
shit on my fuckin hip
got yo bitch goin YEEHAW
on my dick
i bust a nut and then I split 
pull up pants and then I run
out the muthafuckin door
pussy nerdy he a dork 
he be snitch’n like he pork
i copped a pint I poured a 4 
and now I’m leanin with your whore
i pop a molly go retarded
sippin wok bitch I farted
kill a cop
cool em up
now we eating 
fuckin bacon
got this freaky ass bitch 
wanna muthafuckin spanking
(wtf do you mean by that)
Yea uh Yea
got the Glock I let it shoot
just like a bomb that shit go boom 
fat boy Dj Khalid walk up 
and he shake the fuckin room
balls deep in yo bitch 
gorilla grip up on my tip
I vacuum seal and then I ship 
this pound a muthafuckin ZA
I got this Glock and it go pop
it got a red beam rudolf opp
bitch drinking cum like it’s shot
she throw it back and give me top
saliva on my balls a lot
it’s dripping down into my crotch 
my balls is muthafuckin swamped
wait hold on hold on hold on yuh
i sold that pussy boy arugula 
he thought it was an 8th of ZA
I got that shit up in my bowl
I’m smoking bufu lala pack
I’ll tax yo ass for a fuckin wrap
5 dollars for that swisher 
I’m in yo house I fuck yo sister
yea yea
slip slide stoke
that’s I how I do it 
I’m fuckin yo hoe
i put my dick in 
I’m fuckin it RAW
I’m in the Walmart 
I’m smoking on za
fronto in bowl 
out a 4 foot bong
I’m with your whore 
and we getting freaky
9/11 the pussy 
i blow out her spine
nine in my pocket 
i up it you die

CERTIFIED GANG MEMBER

CERTIFIED GANG MEMBER [p. STILLCANDY]

(I love you Hachi)

[238HACHIMAN]
I'm a bad tempered kid and I wanna do some bad shit
Bat shit crazy what they call me with a hatchet
A mallet, whatever work, I use it when I grab it
Like Raditz I kill my brothers if I'm feeling mad, bitch

And I never used to be this way when I was younger
Used to be a good lil' kid who would happily go slumber
Now I'm up all night, poppin' pills and worrying bout' numbers
When I wake up in the morning, pray to me that I don't crumble

(I'm my own God)

Bitch I don't give no fucks
Get your ass out the way
'Fore you run out of luck
I assume how you stand
Is how you gon' punch
Like a bitch in the paint
Or a fly or a bug

And I know that's what you want
You flaky like croissant
When you talk you change your font
I don't fuck wit none y'all

New year, new me and I got me a baddy
I'm way too hot like a bro from Cali
I wanted that gun-smoke, trigger happy
He wanted that gun-smoke, how he capping

I pound my chest, and I'm proud like a lion
I let out my scream, it sound like I'm dying
I love all my brothers, it's shoutout to Xion
We gon' be big, talking bout some Giants

And all y'all talking on my name, you ain't know what's good
Get my fucking cock up out your mouth, you cant suck my wood
Twenty DMs, twenty bitches, and they all got stood
I'm just a lil' kid and yall some olds, so I'm gon' be rude

[4NG3L]
I'm just a lil' kid I turn the corner from my whip, what's good
My pistol cocked, might pop your shit, my temper up, my aim so good
When I rap man I be on shit
When you tell me you good man, you ain't on shit
I don't care what you on man I stay in my own lane
Open FL man I spit on shit

He be talking the shit, we done spun the block on em' like once, twice, thrice
Put the gun in his shit he ain't talking no more, I done figured it out, I'm like Felix n' shit
And his homie wanna start to talking, I'm like the hell with all that just send me the addy
I'm not (a) normal man, I'm a bad tempered kid, I'ma send him a vid with his girl with that fatty

(Girl with that fatty)

I'm just a lil' kid I turn the corner from my whip, what's good
My pistol cocked, might pop your shit, my temper up, my aim so good
When I rap man I be on shit
When you tell me you good man, you ain't on shit
I don't care what you on man I stay in my own lane
Open FL man I spit on shit

[238HACHIMAN]
I'm a bad tempered kid and I wanna do some bad shit
Bat shit crazy what they call me with a hatchet
A mallet, whatever work, I use it when I grab it
Like Raditz I kill my brothers if I'm feeling mad, bitch

And I never used to be this way when I was younger
Used to be a good lil' kid who would happily go slumber
Now I'm up all night, poppin' pills and worrying bout' numbers
When I wake up in the morning, pray to me that I don't crumble

(I love you Hachi)

BADTEMPEREDKIDD [W/ 4NG3L] [PROD. CHASE NOIR]

YOU SEE ME FLEXED UP, AT THE CRIB , LIKE SETO KIABA BITCH
IVE BEEN ON THAT TRICKY SHIT, LIKE MAXAMILLION PEGGASIS
LAYED UP IN THE OCEAN, BROWARD COUNTY, CALL ME FLORIDA JIT
BASS SO FUCKIN HEAVY GOT IT SOUNDIN LIKE A DROPKICK

BITCH IM FROM ATLANTA, 21, LIKE ON THAT SAVAGE SHIT 
YEAH YOU THINK YOU HARD , BUT BITCH YOU KNOW THAT IS NOT ACCURATE
YEAH YOU SAY YOU GOT THESE HOES, BUT ALL OF THEM SO DAMN AVERGAGE
SMOKE MY BLUNT AND ACT A FOOL, YOU MOVE BITCH LIKE IM LUDACRIS

ASK ME FOR A FEATURE, TELL MY HOMIE TO DECLINE IT QUICK 
NO IM NOT YOUR FRIEND, I GOT YOUR BITCH, AND SHE BE DOIN SPLITS
YEAH SHE WANNA CALL ME DADDY, NO IM NOT GO BABSIT
FUCK THAT SHIT YOU CLAIM, YOU FAKE AS FUCK 
HOE BITCH YOU COUNTER-FIT

ACTIN LIKE IM NEW TO THIS
FUCK OFF WITH ALL THAT STUPID SHIT
SIT BACK AND SIP SOME ACTIVIST 

BITCH
BITCH

BUCK INSIDE MY MOSHIN PIT
SWITCH BLADES INSIDE MY OPEN WRIST 
JUST STAY UP FOR MY BENEFIT 

RICK OWENS LACED UP
RUNNING BLOCKS
LIKE PAC IN 92

BREAK YOUR FUCKIN NECK
WE GOIN DUMB 
LIKE WE IN SUMMER SCHOOL

WEED SO FUCKIN DANK
I HIT MY PLUG
LIKE ITS FROM ISTANBUL

TALKIN ALL THAT SHIT
WILL GET YOU DROPPED
JUST LIKE YOU JORDAN POOLE

(HOOK)
WHO THE FUCK WANT WANT WAR?
WHO THE FUCK WANT FAME?
WHO THE FUCK WANT YOU?
WHO THE FUCK WANT ME?

HELLS PARADISE (PROD. DECAYED)

(SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE)
this is a remix of the song “get crunk shorty” by nick cannon

232323(FREESTYLE)

how tragic, ducks down when the clout happens
shout latin, deny god, but never doubt magic
bout dragons, cut down when the mouth yappin
loud clappin, its my shots, if you out lackin
when they rap it sound satirical, so could you start up writin g?
cussin out my psyche, please, i know it's such a sight to see
its truly just a miracle, that i can even strike the beat
dustin off the mic to see, if i still got that fight in me
sip slow, out the wine glass
sit low, and tip toe, until the time pass
ride fast, at least the mothafuckin rhymes last
where my fuckin piece of mind at?
steady stirrin the pot, this ain't gonna end well
a soldier lost in our arms, give him a ten bell
his story lives on, but only if his men tell
your book of words, and how you always worked the pen well
the sky is fallin, caught jason, he in the pit pantin
bitch ass rapper, biggest opp is prolly chris hansen
that shit depressin, wont find me up in this bitch dancin
this shit a dream, i pull my punches, but aint shit landin
i lost my faith in humanity, thats the truth of it 
yall fuckas build careers, just to lose it over stupid shit
went on live and threw a fit, thanks and now you booted bitch
and for the next talent that's comin, ur gettin muted quick
what a shame, right?
any artist could be great, but they the same, like
they never changin, always stickin to the game tight
then they get exposed, and run away, upon the same night
pussy boy, better stop and listen
even as a child, never had a pot to piss in
we was throwin shots, til the fuckin choppa glisten
pockets ridden, we wasn't gonna stop, til the top was spinnin
keep a rocket hidden

IDGAF! w/ XELISHURT (HUSHINSILENCE)

qori.

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