This beat has such an uncanny valley type of vibe.

you've really grown since the start man, there's so much progress that is very obviously present man,, you've grown well through the music man❤️‍🩹

I told you i was done with hate even if i got to force myself im still gon make it great

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!

HAHA FT ISSBROKIE! [PROD @DIEPERRY]

JENX2 & XO DRU - DONT EVER THINK [BUCKX2]

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]

w/ @ikariiraki & @daddyslammer600

https://www.instagram.com/btna._
https://www.instagram.com/ikaribewild
https://www.instagram.com/krix_hell

HOIST THY HANDS W/ IKARISRAMPAGE & KRIX BRIDE [PROD. NXCTURNE]

<3 

LYRICS

hands up
dont mistake it for politeness 
asking kindly
put your hands up

and i
just dont care anymore

i dance around the house by myself

and she-

SHE SAID THAT SHE WANTS A PART OF ME

TELL ME
WAS IT REALLY FUCKING WORTH IT
CAUSE IM FEELING FUCKING WORTHLESS
WOULD YOU TREAT ME AS A PERSON
INSTEAD OF TREAT ME OUT LIKE AN OBJECT
WORTHLESS
YOURE SO WORTHLESS
I HOPE YOU FIND THE REASON FOR STAYING ALIVE
CAUSE LATELY IM UNCERTAIN

i still-

hands in the sky 
what a ride 
its been
a hell of a time
what a hell of a ride
and im still a bit nervous
and i still fell uncertain
with
you--

bombs in her house again

IN HER HOUSE AGAIN
BOMBS IN HER HOUSE AGAIN
IN HER HOUSE AGAIN
BOMBS IN HER HOUSE AGAIN
IN HER HOUSE IM WITH YOU
WITH YOU
WITH YOU
WITH YOU
WITH YOU

--

bombs in her house again
in her house again
bombs in her house again
in her house
im with you
with you
with you 


<3

WORTHLESS

lyrics:

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(kami)
i keep on moving i’m never gon rest bitch
i just sold fentanyl percs to a sped kid
stay with the poles like a fucking election 
call me a tutor how i’m finna test him 
Pull it with no hesitation
rocks on my neck, all the diamonds caucasian 
fuck that bitch once ain’t even know what her name is
then i’m gon give her the kick like i’m sheamus 
my fabric designer who the fuck gon tussle
This chopper here lift, i let it burn like Usher
got 2 twin glock, they never separated i guess you say they in love with each other
did all this shit on my own need no manager got VS1 diamonds they colder than canada 
walk in and the ice on my neck change the temperature 
oh that’s yo bitch? sorry brodie i handled her 

(vooted)
strangle her 
beat on that pussy lil bitch ima damage yuh
she do what i say like im mothafuckin manager
me and kami gonna step on the scene its a mothafuckin massacre

(kami)
what the fuck is blud waffling bout
i don’t talk on twitter i just shoot unannounced 
we came strapped we not playing around
yes this choppa finna make a hell of a sound

(vooted)
my niggas dogs in the pound 
try to run up and you lost and not found
gun make yo body hit the mothafuckin ground
and vooted inbound to your town
i pull up at night like a fucking hellhound
i skin his mothafuckin face off
decapitate that nigga wita chainsaw
i am a mothafuckin outlaw
and ill kick that nigga he get lockjaw
bitch im incredible 
making her scream lika festival 
money on decimal 
money get flexible 
yes it get stretchable
he acting skeptical 
aim with the reticle 
turn that lil boy to a vegetable 
make em forgettable 
he need a medical 
soul is no longer accessible 
i done came in this bitch to go murder
i fuck on his bitch then i dip ima dirt her
he act like a bitch cause he know ima hurt her
im talking about him cause he pussy indeed
im never alone all my niggas in 3’s
i keep a gun on my dash
if he want the smoke thats his ass
when im grabbing his face ima smash
oh she want a pretty little mister
blade in her man he got stabbed like a splinter 
tryin to prevent a
mothafucking end yuh

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(hachi)
Up that stick
I'mma up that bitch
I'mma pull with the gang, we gon' fuck that bitch
It's a gangbang hoe we gon' run this shtick
If you fucking wit' us then you gon' die quick
It's over, I got the sun in my hand
And I blow it right over
Hellstorm 'n' tornadoes break his composure
Yo' buddy is dead thought I'd give you some closure
He mediocore
Schrondinger model, I'm dead and alive
A hypothetical but look in my eye
You'd fuck with a god but you don't wanna die
I know that he cry, he ain't tough he lie
He ride with the set but he ain't wit the way
He just like a surfer, the beach, the wave
Rapping the words that he get told to say  
Ye' ain't mean this shit, so just walk away
Hunnid drums mean a hunnid rounds
Times a hunnid thou
In the backseat
Like I'm Xvooted I fuck in the backseat
Red dot, his face, look like it's acne
Like he an Indian
He getting sent to Samadhi
I ride wit' my blood don't just ride
Wit' nobody
I Need some help cus I'm rowdy
I'm descending to hell cus I'm God, I embody

FUCK YOUR PHiLOSOPHY w/ 238HACHIMAN

prod VLCHEMI$T :3 (im gatekeeping so its not but it is shut up)

words (ik lyrics fuck u) :
> slide onna nigga like a skate park
u could lose yo
u could lose ur body partz
we ran out of gas, so we gon chemical crash
and she said that im lost, i alr knew that

bitch im snakeslutz, u alr knew that
yo bitch is a shirt, way she give the crewneck
fuckboy bitch
make a nigga 2-step
and why tf it smell like some1 dyin in here ?

she told me to watch
xo let it pop
xo robocop
xoxo x but its still fuck the cops
she could give me head nd have like all her friends watch
and ill fuck up the meds and ill still be alive

bitch im not real and ive never beeeeeen
hc23 hypervigilannnttt
yeah
pop ngaz like ritalin
she gon tap out, but im not even finished yet

tap out
i could body 3 ngaz im not even maxed out
wrd to bro, ima cannibal nga no mad cow
tool up in da bag, make a bitch sit down

um yo bitch gotta knife kink :3 i got her to vibrate
and bitch i ain scared nga u kno where 2 find me
nd we @ top golf, she gon take her top off
nd i dont use lube nga, i use hot sauce

bitch im snakeslutz, u alr knew that
yo bitch is a shirt, way she give the crewneck
fuckboy bitch
make a nigga 2-step
and why tf it smell like some1 dyin in here ?

bitch im snakeslutz, u alr knew that
yo bitch is a gun, we spin her like roulette
fuckboy bitch
make a nigga 2-step
and ion even like her, i nut up in her hair bish

i am a surgeon (x8)
yea u kno i put in work (yah yah)
dat bitch fna eat me lika dessert
(she gon give me) she gon gimme head @ church
aint talkin sprite
but ill make a bish 
piss her pants :3

all plats >//<

TAPOUT ☆

i don't like to rap in public, keep ya muthafuckin freestyle,
at least while, im tryna write this shit, so u can keep down
jersey representin, grimey fuck straight outta p town
eastbound, im rappin on this shit so they can see how
take a thousand breaks, still come out smokin on this beat loud
please stop talkin shit, just be proud
left my house today, to get my muthafuckin feet out
let this hate of mine just seep out
swear i know at least one person's got it out for me
fuck a clown, thats why i keep em out, cuz if its bout to be
like we in theater, keep your shoutin please,
fuck the fame, you can take ya fuckin clout and leave
go ahead and keep on countin up ya plays bitch
i ain't fakin, we ain't focused on the same shit
you just trace shit, follow steps and try chase hits
spaceship, ya mind is stuck in fuckin outer space bitch

doggin'

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

god's seat

mood swingin in, and my thoughts are constant cavin in
savin skin, im caught inside the web, and got crocheted in it
told my brother we gon stay akin
keep my focus, lookin forward til the day begin
keep the peace, and leave my anger to bottle
y'all gon push me to the edge, but ill try not to throttle
they told me leave it in, i feel like im beginning to swallow
bleach my eyes, but i cant stop myself from seein the hollows
i told you i was done with hate
even if i gotta force myself, im still gon make this great
even if these mothafuckas, still tryna eat off my plate
im still gon make that fuckin weight
i keep my chin tucked, and im crossin wit my arms up
rollin wit these punches, you could never crack the guard of
yung akuma, lift ya soul, and give that hard love
now its time to get them flowers that im starved of
im not a man, but you'll see how far this road goes
oh no, saw his cursed energy, like gojo
i won't let em fuck my mojo
all these bitches i be baggin, woulda thought my name was frodo
bartender, can i get me a drink?
servin straight sewage, came from out the bottom of sink
straight pissed, if you a gangster, then we prolly could link
you prolly shootin, if you watch your homie caught in a blink
any rapper worth his salt, is gonna keep it a buck
and if you tryna make a hit, then im not givin a fuck
now you feel that you stuck, and now you think it all suck
so you tryna make the best shit, but ain't sittin in luck
man fuck the liquor i ain't offa the drank,
still ain't no time to bicker, bitch im leanin offa the stank
well look who's coughin today? this pussy lost in his state, 
you too green, ill have you runnin, you get caught in this rank
you paranoid, your hands are shakin, and you scared of noise
ain't no time to be fakin, now get to squarin boy,
i take a knock at ya teeth, my brothers share the joy
lyin in ya despair, i let you stare the void

prey

SALEMKUMA (IG: @SALEMKUMAA)

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