you hate ya life, and all them people made you rush up
waste it all, by jerkin off, and always gettin fucked up
and it's gone, can't get it back, you got the tough luck
so if they piss you off, you tell them pussies shut the fuck up
if you do not wanna listen, then don't spend another second
i don't give a shit, cuz time is simply just a weapon
if you can't enjoy it, then your time is being threatened
cuz in the end there's always death that's left to step in
check-in, what's that little set you always reppin
talkin bout ya tools, ya always walkin wit the f-n
im bettin, when you grip the pistol u be sweatin,
actin like a fool, you stop the act past it's set in
my head is bangin, think i need to take some advil
or a scrip of xanax, and the bottle for the fast kill
but if i die then i can't leave no fuckin cash still
maybe i could run away and duck in asheville
a thousand bodies, they spiral-droppin in unison
and all you seem to do is stare just like a hooligan
now where the fuck, do y'all dummies be gettin schoolin in
praising on the devil, fuckas acting like they cool wit him
you tryna sell ya soul, for the riches and the money
for the fame, for the game, and for some bitches to get lucky
but he already got it, now you rappers lookin funny
and now you know that fuckin devil ain't ya buddy
first pussy boy that wanna talk better run up
tried be more peaceful, and i put the fuckin gun up
now everybody and they bitch just wanna jump up
so if you really want it, kill the fuck, and leave em strung up

time (prod. ntrovurt)

you be worried bout a bitch, the way her ass shaped
you should be worried, as to why she say her back ache
boy i make you eat this bullet, leave a bad taste
put your nose up in my shit. i leave you half baked
merk, put a mothafucka in the dirt, 
on my momma, any pussy boy can come and catch the work
hurt, push a muhfucka in a hearse
if he talkin, and he leavin hella blood up on my shirt
im tryna live, tryna get up on my wealth
lil boys sneak dissin, better worry bout yaself
i don't give two shits, bout ya life or ya health
lets get down lil boy, imma send ya ass to hell
these bullets aint cheap, so ion shoot for free
and if he aint payin money, take his shoes and leave
when the plug pull up, i choose the trees
bitch im on some shit, get used to me

molly, ayy
i got molly, i got molly, ayy
i got molly, i got molly, yeah
i got molly, i got molly
i got molly, white girl
call it dolly white
dolly white
molly white girl, call it dolly white
dolly white
i got molly, call it dolly white
dolly white

i got molly (xxx rmx)

im rollin blocks, like raw papers and blunt wraps
i gave ya homie a jaw breaker, his luck passed
i must ask, have you been stuck up, or had to duck gats
since rug rats, been fucked up, and paid the plus tax
this shit unbearable, bro yo music is terrible
if i hear that shit again, ill make ya face become wearable
we are uncomparable, to the game, bitch im marital
you ain't no competition, bitch these verses are parables
it get lonely when you movin, and they plateuin
and the flow they used, is corny, and its mad stolen
i thought it'd be alright, if i just kept the cash flowin
protect yourself, or you gon end up wit ya ass showin
astral projectin, came back for a second
and realized my life was much better in heaven
this is a lesson, about hate, love, and oppression
none of this shit matter, if the casket's where you steppin
cast a sigil, its intention to prey upon your demise
i despise, any fucka, who look at me in the eyes
tellin lies, actin like they ain't wishin, akuma dies
while he cries, sittin, bitchin, and shootin up at the sky
i, pray these kids continue loving life
and i also pray that they don't meet up with a cutting knife
you won't win the fuckin race if you ain't runnin right
and you'll get passed up every option, if the sun is bright
so whats yo motive, why you waitin, why you holdin back
start yo dream, and don't be chasin trophies or a golden plaque
time is passin, so don't get closed up in a culdesac
acknowledge it or not, that is truly just the repulsive fact
momma asked if i'm scared of dying,
the more i think about it, inside i be hiding
maybe that's because, im pussy, and can't be compliant
but i'm just lookin for an answer, while im near rhyming
used to spend my time alone, sittin in the mirror crying
i couldn't stop the pain, and so i kept tears slidin
now i, smoke a bowl, and play the music, get my gears grindin
death ain't comin long as doubt's filled, and fear's hidin

invision (steelo rmx)

a shitty fuckin life, don't got nobody else to lean on
i was just a kid, and they still just sent police on
black raches, wit the independent tee on
and the custom jeans, i came to flex on all you peons
demented mind, bendin bitches, like a dented sign
my mental fine, but i struggle with a friend to find
spend my time, tryna write through the indented lines
to skip the line, and spread cancer, like i'm benzidine
i know you pissed, and i get that too
im more confusing, kinda fucky, then some sex taboos
and i'm spinnin blades, you better step back too
i treat ya homie, like a pussy, he a temp tattoo
apply with pressure, my words are corny, kinda clever
but you don't even care, to ask if i been feelin better
im still fresher then the air, and a jacket made of leather
know you love my execution, imma pull up on this lever
more shock-value, then ten bundy
runnin from 12, pack up, with my best buddy
we was just existing, wasn't out to make a difference
but these piggies kept, persistin, bitchin, twistin up the vision
post apocalyptic maniac, i run and snatch ya chain up
rappin since a youngin, momma told me fuck the game up
i was beatin up the bullies, better patch his fuckin face up
he never looked the same, told the fucker get some make up
im collectin all the diamonds, to sell em and build a island
me, my little world, and some weed, enjoy silence
don't worry bout ya 9-5, or the early mornin siren
nothin gonna bother you, to even stretch ya eye lids
me and brothers strapped up, like some tyrants
flow up on this beat, like akuma been invited
i bet these rappers really gettin fuckin frightened,
like they boosie, gettin told off by tyson
i can put the earth upon the palm of my hand
start up a couple fights, and drop some bombs on the gram
i hope that he get tough, cuz he'll get caught in a slam
and i could really fuckin sneak him, while he's calmin his man
damn, i really fucked up this time
catch me in the alley, drinkin cola wit rich wine
i switch rhymes, but bitch i keep up the same flow
i throw around the cash, and earn it up like a game show
she was bouncin on the dick, made her legs begin to shake and lean
no we can not make up, shordy this is not no maybelline
im tryna get the weight up, started poundin only steak and beans
so if they tryna run up, i can cock up and then i make em scream
i smoke the pack and then grind it right out the ziplock
i lived thru the streets, ya life was made of hip hop
and bae was built offa dickin, and watchin tik-tok
how many mortgage payments for that shiny little wrist watch
and don't you get this shit twisted, like it's some dreadlocks
i wish just one of y'all walk up, bitch you could get got
bitch i'll get thru this game, and straight up the tip top
and ill bag up ya wifey just for some quick top 
call cthulu, and sink the city like rapture
and you a fool if you thought these bitches was rappers
i smoke the nibxl, ya energy has been captured
better cry to god, cuz im endin right on ya chapter
i took ya bitch, she made me dinner, and got oriented
had the bitch rub my feet, yea the whore she splendid
one shot from this pistol, and ya story's ended
bitch i slice him from the neck, like im cory kenshin

living contradiction (prod. introvert)

hollup let me turn the mic on
lemme grab the blunt, and fuckin load the python
an icon living, lemme put my stripes on
fightin for a living, paint ya body like krylon
and by dawn, ya body fuckin lesser, then thy god
never let a opp bygones be bygones,
keep eyes on, pull the fuckin trigger,
he dies on, another fuckin dummy
tryna sneak with the lights on
smokin the gas, bitch im smokin the diesel
bitch i'm the shit i ain't talkin bout fecal
double-tap bodies, like resident evil
medieval, fuckin yo bitch under steeple
lethal injection, i brought me a weapon
im pointing my blade, right up into yo section
in yo direction, im makin connection
right into yo chest, like im doin dissection
corny ass flow, but i do it so proudly,
horny ass hoe, but i do her so loudly
im up in yo outy, i crash then im outy
pulled up on yo hoe, i told her say howdy
smashin this bitch, now im passin this bitch
this how it sounds, when im rappin for kicks
you pussy boys, walk around, actin and shit
i got some weed stuck up into my keyboard,
flippin the pack, bitch im tryna go resource
i take ya life, and again when u reborn
and i'll come back, if i find out you need more
take a chance, try to see what i reach for
all for yo wifey to turn out a cheap whore
if she ain't easy, then what she on her knees for
why she be fuckin, and yellin for please more
told her top me nicely, suck a dick politely
bet she goin home, if she ain't exciting
bitch i hold ya psyche, keep grippin tightly
keep the finger itchin, while i aim precisely
bitch i brought back the lick flow
we was poppin them shots, made em dance like a disco
bitch we lightin yo kinfolk
stomp out a boy in my muhfuckin rick o's
hold up, my soldiers marchin in this bitch
so much mary jane, im catchin arson in this bitch
you is just a rookie, im the seargeant in this bitch
catch me with my dogs, bet we barkin in this bitch

cutthroat (prod. skotskr)

bloodshed (prod. luke g) *old*

Management told me to tell you guys I don't really smoke bath salts...
#ZAESZN
sorry I haven't been the most active Ive had 0 beats lmfaooo 
lots of new music coming 22 tho :]
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Artwork by: @Fuckdisturbed & @Killazaezel (follow us on ig)
Produced by: @Mathiastyner
Engineered by: @Moonsonthetrack
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here are all MY links
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[Lyrics]
MY BITCH DONT 
REALLY LIKE IT 
WHEN I WALK ROUND 
WITH THAT WEAPON 
UH 
3 STOCKS
OFF HIM 
WITH THESE BLASTERS 
IT GET HECTIC 
UH 
THAT BOY PLAY WITH FAIT 
WE MAKE SURE HIS ASS 
SENT TO HEAVEN 
UH 
GOTTA BAD MOOD 
IN THIS BITCH 
WIT A STICK 
AIR IT OUT 
IF A BITCH GET RESTLESS
UH
BATH SALT 
BATH SALT 
WE SMOKIN ON SOME SHERM 
HEAT RIGHT ON HIS HEAD 
LIKE WE DONE GAVE THAT BOY
A PERM 
SHE NOT REALLY YOURS 
LIL NIGGA 
IT WAS JUS YA TURN 
UH 
BA BA BA 
HE GON CRY BOUT A BITCH 
I COUNT THEM RACKS 
SMOKE A BLUNT 
THEN I DIP 
I KEEP THAN 9 
POSTED RIGHT ON MY HIP 
JUS LIKE A HOODIE 
THAT BOY GETTIN ZIPPED 
UH
BITCH IM THE GOAT 
NEVER MISS
BAG ONNA BAG ONNA 
BAG ONNA BITCH 
YO BITCH A SLUT 
TURN THAT BITCH TO A TRICK
FEEL LIKE IM GROOT
I DONE CAME WITH A STICK 
RICK ON MY BOOTS 
223S IN THE CLIP 
THAT BOY HE MAD
CAUSE HIS MANS IN THE ZIP
Uh
that lil nigga dissin me
wont say shit in person
draw this shit out any time 
and im not talkin cursive 
voices in my head the only niggas i converse with 
i cant trust no hoe no more 
no that shit is not 
workin 
GLOCKY B MY SHAWTY 
ONLY THING I PUT MY TRUST IN 
SLITS AND SHIT ALL ON MY WRISTS 
MY DIAMONDS NEEDED CUTTIN
THAT BITCH HELLA BAD 
BUT I THINK I FUCKED ON
HER COUSIN
ERICA THE CHOPPA 
I WALK IN AND IMA 
buss it 
BATH SALT 
BATH SALT 
SMOKIN ON SOME SHERM 
UH 
HEAT RIGHT ON HIS HEAD 
LIKE WE DONE GAVE THAT BOY
A PERM 
UH 
SHE NOT REALLY YOURS 
LIL NIGGA 
IT WAS JUS YA TURN 
UH 
ALL MY NIGGAS 
ANARCHIST 
WE WANNA SEE IT
BURN 
BURN 
BURN

BATHSALTS (MATHIASTYNER) FOLLOW ME ON IG @AZAEZELX3

the beginning of my sporadic journey
enjoy a small taste

lyrics:
scrap apologies, y'all didn't even love right
start a years amount of arguments in one night
and then probably, can see the fact your son's bright
mind my business, and happiest when the blunt tight
can't wait to see what god's plannin
i plant my feet, and sock the lights until he's not standin
feast your eyes upon his hot planet
ah damnit, y'all cannot tell me this is non-canon
wear a mask, and leave your pain on the shelf
and you could say you beat depression, but you wasn't yourself
keep addictions, leave a stain on ya health
while steady battlin the question, is it worth it for the wealth
took a, step, and found some growth, yall wouldn't like that
im tryna rest, to gather hope, until the light's back,
pain and stress, i ground em both, know where my fight's at
i reach for pep, more rather soul, or else i might snap

sample: destiny's child - she can't love you
manga: vinland saga

no love (prod. salem)

1 year clean, chasing my dreams :), dedicated to my beautiful girlfriend

https://soundcloud.com/kon4dence/sets/sober-now-1

LSD [PROD.SIXXNIGHTSS]

MISS ME? #S4S #SLUTTYWORLD (REPROD. MVRK)

a tunnel through my mind right now. enjoy my friends <3

bloodshed (prod. luke g) old

SALEMKUMA

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