OPERATION ft KINGXTRE

back wit sum new shi
follow my ig @ilyaugxstt

she always do tha most prod jugsta

ion expect alot from ts tbh but a ego boost if i'm lucky
very sad i won't be able to get as much clout as i used too

prod me

trust myself witha bear on my screen(test song tbh)

blood onma jeanzz ###2009💫🦴

prod him @05sjinx
mixx him @616juggn

cover by me

+ better + w zayyter #XVII

<<((purple sky))>> #angelboys

Both songs Prod -> me
Mix -> me

Mini tape 😸

-> -> -> CAN YOU STAY <- <- <-

no one deserves helpxd

текст: 
прострелили голову я умер ( думают )
они врут мне врут мне ( lier )
они лают лают
другие тают тают

прошлые суки резали руки
глотали таблетки и думали умрут
я не твой типаж
я слишком мелок
нахуй белок
лучше буду бледным

сори будешь ты не первая
сори будешь ты не первая
сори будешь ты не первая
явно не последняя
явно не последняя
явно не последняя
явно не последняя

сори будешь ты
сори будешь ты

прострелили голову я умер ( думают )
они врут мне врут мне ( lier )
они лают лают
другие тают тают

( семпл взял из песни ОСТАТОК СЛОВ И БЕЗ ЭМОЦИЙ )
( prod abu7e7ide )

врут мне ( prod abu7e7ide )

The storm split the heavens, lightning clawing across the night like fire upon parchment. For a single breath, the square stood frozen in that light, and all was revealed.

Grathok’s blade caught the bolt and drank it whole. The steel blazed white, then black again, as if it had been tempered in the furnace of creation itself. Sparks hissed upon the stones, yet none dared step near.

In that illumination, the truth was laid bare. Nathaniel Harrow stood across from the giant, and in his hand he held not pistol nor lantern, but a contract. His eyes widened as he recognized the script. The same hand that had carved death into ledgers and altars had written his orders. Each coin he had accepted, each note he had read, each step he had taken—funded by Grathok himself.

The contract was no longer parchment. It was thunder given form, lines of fire written in the rain. The letters crossed themselves out as he read, names of the dead dissolving like ink in floodwater. The tally was complete. All debts had been balanced.

And yet, one line remained. A single name not yet erased. His own.

The crowd, if it could still be called that, felt the weight of revelation without reading a word. Knees struck stone. Mouths opened in prayer or silence. The thirteenth bell tolled again, though this time it came from the sky, as though the storm itself were the belfry.

Grathok raised his helm toward Harrow. The gesture was not challenge but benediction, a gauntlet offered in inheritance. In that moment, the hunter understood: he had not been chasing a specter. He had been prepared, molded, summoned.

Chapter XV: The Contract Revealed

HEEBIE JEEBIES

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