PROPHET

purge! x R i c o x TH3 KXD - HEARTSTOPPER [prod. SoundsLikeRico]

prod nug
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
I came out the gutter
I stayed with my brothers
We put him down under 
The shotty like thunder 
Said fuck all your honor 
yo bitch in a collar 
she turned to a crawler 
She sucked for a dollar 
she fucked for the guala 
fucking on somebodies daughter 
don’t know her name 
Cuz I won’t even bother 
I been a menace 
Even since a toddler 
crazy and manic 
I play with my choppa 
No nle choppa 
But I’m with the shotta’s 
I know y’all pussies 
cuz none of y’all shot us 
Bust his head open 
like fucking piñata’s
do what I wanna 
& do what I gotta 
The fear I will conquer 
Sit with my thoughts and I ponder 
How did I end up here?
Sometimes I wonder 
My demons i conjure 
Won’t live to much longer 
Only reason I’m still here 
Cuz I’m stronger  
Humans cannot stand the curse 
Of the father 
Drinking his blood 
turn the blood into water 
First imma stalker 
And then imma robber 
I am the hunter 
Welcome to the slaughter 
Suicide ritual 
I will not stop her 
See you In hell 
you will suffer 
I hope the devil accepts my new offer 
You’ll see all the power 
There’s blood in the rain 
So I wait for the shower 
I am the king at the top of the tower 
Emperor prophet was born to devour 
I come alive at the witching hour 
Try to fight me but I counter 
Scream the war cry
it can’t get and louder 
Turn him to ashes and powder
I am the leader
Take care of my scouters 
watch out for prowlers 
I can’t associate with any cowards 
Dig up a grave 
And you turn into flowers 
I'm with a pack of the wolves and they're howlers
Spewing this hate and the taste is so sour 

Sword and a shield 
With the rage that I feel 
It’s a war in my head 
And I’m hungry for kills 
Take out the dagger 
And peel 
Visual memory
Nothings more real 
It’s so intense 
It’s surreal
Welcome to battlefield 

Welcome back home
To a world thats unknown
To a place that’s so cold
I can feel it in my bones 
The devil took my soul 
Now it’s his own
I’m in the zone
Better watch your tone

Welcome to The Slaughter

For All The Dogs

IDGAF (feat. Yeat)

prod diklordefenil
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/_lost_amaterasu_/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
I was never happy whatchu talking about? 
bitch I’m with the gang so we all hopping out 
put him the ground he’s with the worms now 
Pulled up with a rifle shoot the whole crowd 
Everybody yelling out get the fuck down 
Put a 12 gauge right inside of your mouth 
Fucking on shawty I’m fucking up on your spouse 
Creeping In the house bitch I’m quiet as a mouse 
Light up the gasoline the house doused 
Shut the fuck up don’t make a damn sound 
Shawty got lost and never got found 
Blunts to the face I just smoked a pound 
need a whole p ain’t copping a fucking ounce 
Everybody knows me I run this town 
I can turn a mutha fuckin smile to a frown 
Gold on my body like a king and a crown  
Don’t follow me into the water cuz you’ll all
drown 
Spinning on the block like a merry go round 
You belong in a circus you’re really all clowns 
I’m with the dogs yeah the mutha fuckin hounds
Got guns like a Texan but I’m not from the south 
So many bullets inside you lost count 
can’t wait to meet the opps 
& show em what I’m about  
Automatic rifles when I shoot shits loud 
I am a legend it got me feeling profound 
Every time I drop a track all I do is astound 
Drop to your knees for the prophet & bow 
No squares in my circle that shits not allowed 
Imma do yo ass foul 
& bitch we ain’t buddies 
No you’re not my pal 
They talk about you 
I say who? Like owls 
If you ever mention you
You should be proud 
Like the dragon born 
Every time I shout 
Send you up to heaven 
Cuz I live in hell
The carcass gon rot 
It’s a foul smell
Will I ever stop killing?
Only time will tell

VAMP GIRLS!!

Cocaine blower, bumps of snow
Sneeze-sniff-go, invigorate the nose
I can’t smell what you’re cooking now
Cardiac Arrest, imma burst a valve
Acid Blotters, Looney Toons
Seeing stuff move inside the room
Decorated squares of assorted paper
Put a couple drops on it now or later
K lady, Special K
Bad memories, dream-like states
Kidney problems and stomach pains
Inhale slow, exhale the same
MDMA E-Bongs
Buyin' 'em all for the soccer moms
I lost a bunch of my appetite
I’m so depressed, I ain’t feeling right because

I want to die tomorrow
And you're really in the way
And I seek comfort in sorrow
And I know you feel the same

Embalming fluid, rocket fuel
Let’s smoke some right after school
Now the world seems a little free
I don't really think about self injury
From the floor to infinity
From next door to infinity
From one whore to infinity
I wanna die like a Kennedy

Tomorrow comes today
Taking everything I can take
Nothing ever does come my way
I'll scream the sun away (Huh-oh)

I want to die tomorrow
And you're really in the way
And I seek comfort in sorrow
And I know you feel the same

Huh-oh, Huh-oh
Huh-oh, Huh-oh
Huh-oh, Huh-oh
Huh-oh, Huh-oh

ZillaKami - TOMORROW (Prod+ Yung Germ)

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

Flex Up

Lil Yachty, RD, Lil Boat

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