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8corpses

WASSUPB!TCH PROD. DUOFACIES (throwaway)

written & performed by fxckjamie and dollbreaker
produced by sxreph
cover art by 6a6ayaga

(Lyrics)

[DOLLBREAKER]
ay, ay, yea
ding dong, got a problem i need to solve yea
steve jobs how i’m gettin all the guap yea
sent my music to yo bitch and turned her on yea
me and FXCKJAMiE gonna kill em all yea (x2)

[FXCKJAMiE]

I don’t give a fuck, imma chop em up yeah
Why you actin tough, You is just a punk Blade tucked  And 3 Bodies in the trunk
Blade tucked Pussyboy Don’t test you luck

Hellbent and I’m here to bring death
Wrong step put my gun right to yo head
I’m Fucked up from the blood that I shed
Razor blades and a bottle full of meds

we the wave quit comparing us to the others
Me and fangz doing drugs with your mother (x4)

[DOLLBREAKER]
ay, ay, yea
ding dong, got a problem i need to solve yea
steve jobs how i’m gettin all the guap yea
sent my music to yo bitch and turned her on yea
me and FXCKJAMiE gonna kill em all yea (x2)

THE KILLING (FEAT. DOLLBREAKER) [PROD. SXREPH]

WHITE GOLD [PROD. TRULIFE]

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

I feel fucked
Never felt the same when I was 13 hit the blunt
Now I'm feeling withdrawals and I'm itching at my lungs
Bitch I hope it kills me bitch I hope I smoke a ton
Come and meet me in the pit and imma leave your body slumped

Hit that motherfucker with the 30 from jump
Got that ski mask on my face I x them out love when they run
All black robes around around my body got me lookin like a nun
I don't know how else to say this bitch you ain't the fuckin one

Bitch I'm coughing up my lungs I put in his body in a blunt
On bad lil bitches known to stunt I stand on business what you want
And I don't fuck with none these others they can stay put in the gutter
Dying breed too fuckin rare Ill make them know me and my brothers

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

anatomy of a leech (prod. zodiacc)

WILL SMITH W/ BUMBOI & CTRL GANG (PROD. BUMBOI)

LYRICS-



MILITXNT-

I need to cope
Lay In the water and watch as I float
Lay in the grave and come up as a ghost
Rotting in hell imma roast
Spitting up blood from my throat 
All of my hope is revoked imma sit in the dark all alone
I feel alone I have run out of hope 
Tying my neck on a rope 
Hanging me down on a pole 
Devil is taking a toll he’s lighting the fire like coal 
All of the angels will go up in smoke 
The deal we have made is a hoax 
I need to go 
Haunted by choices 
Keep hearing voices 
Actions bring habits I’m tryna avoid it 
Gray all around me the rain keep on pouring 
Filling my cup with a tear of importance 
I’m feeling pain 
Mask on my face got me feeling like bane 
The demons gonna dance in the rain 
Shake out these shackles and bust out these chains 
Come from the ground with a crown on my brain 
I feel insane 
I need to empty my head 
Put the beam to my skull make it red 
Leaking out brains on my bed 
All of the blood gonna spread 
I need some meds 
Put him in a bag hear a zip
Toss him in the back of the whip
Ready hear a blast from my blick
Knife to the vein on ya wrist make it drip
Running out of time kill him quick
Blade on my back 
Pick up the Mac add a Mag then attack 
Grind up his body and pack like a jack 
Cut off your head then I toss in a sack 



PROPHET-

Nail me to the cross 
Cuz I’m one of the gods 
god of the bloodshed 
kill for a cause 
Drag you to the woods
& your bound to get lost 
Leaving no evidence 
Case getting dropped 
Cock the Glock back
& Im letting it off 
Creep in the fog 
Cutting your throat 
when you get to the car 
See them in person 
They’re acting real hard 
Till I act up 
with the pistol 
and spark 
Choppa gets lit up like 
Candles in dark 
One in the head 
And put 2 in yo heart 
You talking hot 
And get shot on the spot 
Tighten the noose 
When I wrap round the knots 
Fuck all the feds 
Give a shit bout a cop 
Cut up the carcass 
And leave it to rot 
Serial killer 
My victims I stalk 
Follow you home 
When you go for a walk 
See me behind you 
Keep running don’t stop 
Leaking his brains 
& they outline in chalk 
Your time is ticking 
Always on the clock 
Call me the scarecrow 
always round crops 
Selling a bag 
I just re up’d the stock 
I hit the block 
With the crack in my socks 
Trap house is booming 
From cooking up rock 
Whipping the Pyrex 
Im stirring the pot 
Imma stay here 
Wether like it or not 
I’m taking everything 
Give what you got 
Stolen whips in this bitch
all of em hot 
Stole em straight
out of the parking lot
If it goes wrong 
I’m down to flock 
That’s what i do anyway 
to the opps

OMERTÀ- MILITXNT X PROPHET (prod.ARAGOTH)

Hefty

Ice (Exo Feat. Kan3)

cover art by yours truly
produced by the amazing @0186

Lyrics : 

[NECROLYNN]

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out 

spill your guts on the floor it's too late now
when you look down the bore it's too late now
when my face stained with blood it's too late now
gotta fist full of gore it's too late now

they call me heart seeker, I am your fever
Bloodletter make it flow let you weaken
ain't no soul reaper I am your terror
Gagged & bound her it won't get better

nightmare ethereal
I am visceral
fade to oblivion
and delirium

[FENRIR]

Running through the six 
And i got your fucking bitch
I dont talk to no snitch 
Hope u leaving feeling sick 

Boy im selling bricks 
Boy u know i got dat stick 
You are acting like prick 
Load the pistol hear a click

Bursting through your fucking door 
Shooting out hit the floor
Talking shit u want some more 
I dont care you fucking whore

Swish and a flick vingardium leviosa
Harry potter shit boy im a fucking loner 

Firing bazooka 
Cat piss super soaker
Got u in my scope yuh 
Kill u make u float yuh

Got the money in the bag 
Now im running from the twelve 
Im about to give you hell 
Getting locked up in a cell 

Cut on my wrist 
Suicide make a hit 
Dead in a ditch 
I got Knives in my kit

Røykt meg dum 
E så ung 
E så tung 
Trenger bom

Men an bør være god for eg skal dele an med 2

Make that fucking pussy suffer 
Dump the body in the gutter 
Tired of this cookie cutters 
Cut their stomach like it butter
Magic fucking cock 
I got rocks in my sock 
Lack emotions like im spock 
Born in blood no i wont stop

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out

GUNS OUT FT. FENRIR [PROD. 0186]

Featuring @Cxrpse
Produced by @Cxrpse
8corpses engineering by Jordan Jay

Lyrics:

you want war want smoke pussy nigga he gon fold
under pressure
watch his brain
collapse and you don’t even know
told her she the one i want 
my blood cold my heart is froze
keep it in the down low 
isolate don’t let me go 
im feeling down so ima sleep
not gon eat and i’ll repeat 
hate you niggas so much
like why the fuck you even breathe

empty the clíp until you bleed
i got ashes on my jeans
smoke a cigarette and leave 
the empathy inside of me
leave that shit inside a box
and disappear with fucking ease
girl i hate this fucking scene
you know that you the one i need
they gon listen when i’m gone 
but for now i’ll write this song
found my partner like a swan
i shoot a nigga like im spawn
now his body on the floor 
told him he ain’t want that war 
don’t call my phone i’m gone ignore
im not the nigga you adore


If we die there ain’t no rain check
We ain’t coming back
You know you’re fucked
When the drugs stop bein fun
I’m a woebegone 
Seeing red like ob1
Just like with everything else  
Imma die out
Only thing left will be these lyrics from my mouth 
Don’t wait for the hearse to take you away from the church 
Bound for the dirt 
I’m a pending corpse 
Paul Revere with this hip hop 
These raps are a cake walk 
Cause everything I say is real talk
2 steps ahead 
never acting primitive
The walking Skeleton 
Putting out more than arbitrary expletives 
I get sensitive 
Because my life is often negative 
Between my psychosis and dead relatives 
Vicious cycle gets repetitive 
 depressions my impediment 
My life is tentative 
But I love my medicine 
Getting lit like Edison 
High off these sedatives 
Got a limp like Bonnie 
But corpses needa shawty 
Like Bonnie to Clyde 
A real ride or die 
But I still covet 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 
I’m in the process of doing 
that dying 
shit or whatever 
Love the people you love before they’re gone forever
MORTE be the forte

Cxrpses (feat. Cxrpse) [Prod. Cxrpse]

Featuring: @mvkotsunami
Prod. @c-o-r-p-s-e

Lyrics: 

[Mvko]:

Lose my fuckin mind I'm breaking down I feel like brittany spears,
Always high I'm sleep deprived im up all night ain't slept in years, 
I'm down to fight I grab my knife I'll end your life I have no fear,
Knoose tied tight around my neck goodbye I'll shed my final tears,

Run your mouth we'll leak your address leave you doxxed you getting hacked,
8corpses in the front seat we got 8 more in the back,
We drivin drunk dont give a fuck we ridin till the tires flat,
Put out the poison set the trap we weedin out the fuckin rats,

Drop bombs down your chimney on Christmas, 
Got the blade up in my sleigh the evil saint nicholas,
Hhm is foaming at the mouth we sick and viscous,
Time to put you kids to sleep My choppa blowin kisses,

Ain't that a bitch,
Steppin out your door feel my motha fuckin fist hit the side of your head,
Gotta Pump in the trunk and I'm parking the whip I'm taking it out need one shot and you're dead,
I hide in the shadows I hang from the rafters one with the static take a bite from your neck,
The bombs in the lunchroom the heads that I've shot through this ain't a costume I'm the angel of death,

[8corpses]:

Deep in thought like I’m plato
Imma make you bleed out like Padre Pio 
Scalp you 
I won’t stop till you’re mildew 
Gut your insides out 
Like Okinawa Seppuku
I don’t give a fuck 
Residue
 lookin like an octopus 
Leave a note for your woes on papyrus
Whiskey flooding up my hippocampus 
Nail your carcass 
to a cross just like Jesus
Shit aint a boomerang 
You aint coming back
when you meet my strap
Playin darts on your corpse in your pad
Vinyl in ya room 
Playing spirit in the sky
Clapping along 
cause I wanna die
Hit a Bullseye 
on both your eyes 
Rip them out of their sockets 
juggle them like it’s a circus 
Taking pleasure in turning you inanimate 
I’m so erratic 
So manic 
After going postal
Use your skull to eat a bowl of cereal

Spears (Feat. Mvko) [Prod. Cxrpse]

Art by Shadow Puppet Design

[Baker Ya Maker]:

Lost hope closing down on the attack 
Better watch yourself cause I’m creeping from the back 
Quick tell ima thrash just wanna get the stash locced out smoked out clickin in my monster mash 
2 stoned just wanna find home I stumble through lust for the blood in my Zone 
Breaking through is the bone 
Catching up is the fear 
Better watch yourself cause the devils in my ear
Can’t wait for the day can’t wait to be crush 
Watching with a smile while the world turned to dust 
This is all I seem to know devastation to my foes 
Kickin up stones on the graves of the froze
Many men have fallen take a step to the door
Smoke another bone while i meld to the core
Never run away conflict I absorb 
Tell it to my face and I’ll end it hardcore  
The evil inside the darkness it hides 
No place for me to go In the shadows I reside 
Take notes blowin smoke as I ride
This is just another day in my life

[8corpses]:

Commandeer your fucking life
I won’t think twice 
Murder be my appetite
Nothing else will satisfy 
I’m that motherfucker 
Bringing Cataclysm Alive  
I’ll look you in your eyes 
As I twist the fuckin knife 
Young Ed Gein
I’m a rare breed 
Psychopathic Butcher
On a killing spree
Fuck y’all 
Who have doubted me 
Murphy’s law epitome 
Im allergic to sobriety 
Ive been loco
 ever since an offspring 
Never gave a fuck about a damn thing
Knock out your teeth 
So you can’t slander me
Turn your skin 
Into a screen 
Aim a projector 
to watch a movie 
Corpses tip toeing in lunacy 
To get sober 
I don’t need no 12 steps
I just take one 
then Im dead 
I prefer death
over going straight edge 
It’s sacrilege 
I’d rather spread eagle off a bridge 
Yung outlaw 
Living faux pas 
Just put me in a coma 
Smoking on the Indica

Abaddon (feat. Baker Ya Maker) [Prod. Baker Ya Maker]

Lyrics:
I’M THE MOTHER FUCKING JIGSAW.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I MIGHT JUST RIP YO DICK OFF. 
PLEASE JUST WATCH YO MOUTH BEFORE YO ASS GET CURB STOMPED. 
IM IN THE FRONT, AND YOU IN THE BACK SO YOU BETTER WATCH YO SHIT TALK. 
I'M ON THE GRAM AND THRILLER AND YOU STILL ON TUMBLR AND TIK-TOK. 
WE ARE A DIFFERENT BREED YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE CANT TALK. 
IF YOU GON OPEN YOUR MOUTH THEN YOU BETTER BE READY FOR BIG COCK. 
I'M ON ROLL YOU BETTER BELIVE THAT I CANNOT BE STOPPED. 
YO BITCH THINK IM PRETTY. 
WHEN IM UP IN HER IM MAKIN HER JAW DROP! 

STILL COOK DOPE, IN THE KITCHEN, YO BITCH STILL, IN SUBMISSION. GOT DEM CHICKENS CALL IT KFC BECAUSE ITS FINGER LICKIN. 
HATE MY SELF, YES I DO. WANNA DIE, NOTHINGS NEW. 
TAKE A RAZOR-BLADE INTO MY VEINS TO SHOW MY BLOOD AIN’T BLUE. 
Smoke exotic, then some crack. 
I ain’t never comin back, level my lows with my highs a perfect relapse. 
Go to sleep, take a nap, i can get higher than that. Kinda tried of people talkin when they fell off the map.

I’M THE MOTHER FUCKING JIGSAW.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I MIGHT JUST RIP YO DICK OFF. 
PLEASE JUST WATCH YO MOUTH BEFORE YO ASS GET CURB STOMPED. 
IM IN THE FRONT, AND YOU IN THE BACK SO YOU BETTER WATCH YO SHIT TALK. 
I'M ON THE GRAM AND THRILLER AND YOU STILL ON TUMBLR AND TIK-TOK. 
WE ARE A DIFFERENT BREED YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE CANT TALK. 
IF YOU GON OPEN YOUR MOUTH THEN YOU BETTER BE READY FOR BIG COCK. 
I'M ON ROLL YOU BETTER BELIVE THAT I CANNOT BE STOPPED. 
YO BITCH THINK IM PRETTY. 
WHEN IM UP IN HER IM MAKIN HER JAW DROP!

Paranoia

Jigsaw [Prod. Cole The King]

Lyrics:

Panama Red 
Dab Pen
And some needle point 
Now let’s flip a coin 
Where do I go tonight 
My failure to die 
Is my kryptonite 
No refill 
This life doesn’t 
come with a sequel 
Might die by a needle 
Dilated pupils 
I try to stay tranquil 
But bitches are deceitful 
So I aint peaceful
Diabolical individual 
Tired of it all
I fuckin hate people

Whoever
Shot up my whip 
you missed 
sorry  
I still exist 
Even when I’m shooting up dope 
Motherfucker I don’t miss

NICE TRY
YIPPIE KAY YAY 

Touché 
I also wanna be morte
Long gone 
Like the fucks I once gave 
I know you wanna see me die 
But I wanna be the 
one taking my life  
IM ROCKIN
DONT NOT RESUSCITATE 
UNO REVERSE CARD 
MIGHT OVERDOSE ANYDAY
People will say 
bad things happen in 3’s
Until they meet me 
as I piss 
I’m Sippin on a 40 
In chaos 
There’s opportunity 
You should know that 
I’m the hell spawn 
Epitome of Murphy’s law 
Engulfing Alcohol
by the crack of dawn 
No one will miss me
 when I’m gone 
Imma die young
LSD TABS 
UNDERNEATH MY TONGUE 
TAKING HITS FROM THE BONG 
Going out like Chris Farley 
If he was introverted and unfunny 
Fuck a filter 
Imma blunt motherfucker 
Imma tell you how it is
never a sugarcoater
Fuck euphemisms 
You’re a cunt 
That’s an aphorism 
Baligerant 
prime example of alcoholism 

Middle fingers
Are my mannerisms 
Walking cataclysm 
Fuck the system 
Fuck the catechism 
Fucks given
in the minus 
Coke up in my sinus 
Actavis School Bus 
Drugs are my favorite apparatus 
My brain is a circus 
Mixing chemicals 
Like It’s science 
Getting so high 
You can’t even
see my iris
Wanna Escape 
this crisis 
Turning down the brightness
Fuck a bias 
Never been pious 

Fuck the self righteous 
They’re annoying as tinnitus 

People have always 
pulled a Judas 
So spineless 
Better practice silence
Nothing is priceless 
We all pay a toll 
With our soul 
Feelin like Daniel Victor Jones
Feel failed by everything that I know
Just wanna take a round to the dome

Clouded mindset 
Like a cataract 
A 9 Millimeter ￼
round salad 
Sounds immaculate 
Always remember
Don’t put all your eggs 
in one basket 
I’m Bound for a 
premature casket 
KindNess is something 
Life doesn’t practice
We all get shoveled in the end
Doesn’t matter if we like it
needa goth bitch 
But for now 
My Switchblade 
stays my side kick 

Not much of a difference 

cause they both cut shit

When it comes to acid

Better know I’m loving it 
Like McDonald’s 
but we talkin psychedelics
Bitch ya know I’m strident 
But Ironically 
I Fucking hate 
being conscious 
It’s not contentious 
Y’all make me so nauseous 
Hit the blunt 
so I’m not anxious 
I’m precarious 
Voices in my head 
are nefarious

Diablo (Prod. bhasper)

Lyrics:
Bitch I’m hungover 
Manic motherfucker 
laughing like the joker 
Just wanna be 6 feet under 
I’m Tired 
Running low
like a flat tire
Poppin hella tranquilizers 
People in my dms asking for my Visualizers 
I’m not 
someone to Admire 
Heart got an aperture 
Dropping hits
 from the tincture
Imma prematurely call you Casper
Cause I hope I see you get murdered
This is the genesis
Of even more anger 
When it comes to death
I’ve got extreme hunger 
When it comes to giving a fuck
I ain’t got the desire 
I’ll never be a one hit wonder
Just like how 
I’ll never be sober 
my entire life is a fuckin blunder 
Better know I’m a crazy Motherfucker 
when I’m done with the blunt 
Theres nothing left over 
Bitch I’m schizophrenic and bipolar 
I’m a heavy smoker 
That mad lad toker
Lacking composure 
mediocre loner
Wretched stoner 
The way too lyrical rapper 
Fuck a promoter 
A&R’s hitting up my line 
But I ain’t got that kinda time
I just wanna die
I’ve got an Achilles heel 
Like Emil Mătăsăreanu 
My brains 
lack of stimulus 
will probably be the issue 
Feels kinda weird 
Cutting through human tissue 
But you gotta do what gotta do
I love to say the words
Fuck you 
Told myself I would never be a simp 
But I kinda wanna 
go meet my dead relatives
I’m craving death 
Oblivion sounds kinda sex 
But wtf is even my definition of it 
All I know is past tense 
STUCK IN THE TRIAGE 
HABITUALLY SAD 
MACDONALD TRIAD 
WISH I WAS FUCKIN DEAD 
My life is a contronym
I really wanna die off on a whim 
LOADED OFF SOME VICODIN 
LOOKIN UP A TEK FOR 
Some PSILOCYBIN 
My eye lids are twitchin 

Pupils dilating 
I’m fuckin tweakin
Posted with a 40oz 
Seen a shawty 
Tryna flirt 
But if she wanna trick
Imma make her hit the curb
Swerve 
I’m a emo motherfucker
With roots of hood 
And hippie under my covers
Eatin a taco 
They call me the 
Hollywood psycho
I said it before 
And I’ll say it again 
This ain’t a phase 
I’ll Set your shit ablaze 
The arson Klepto
Take ya life
Turn this shit into Waco 
Motherfucking wacko
Fuck bein vulnerable 
This my audible manifesto

Stoned (Prod. bhasper)

FEATURING @threeordie & produced + engineered by @threeordie

LYRICS:

[8corpses]:

If hell is where I’m headed
Life is just a tailgate 
Hearing voices 
Telling me to go to decapitate 
Fucking lacerate
Find a motherfucker to amputate
I can snap 
at any time 
you don’t needa speculate 
I’m neurotic 
Suicidal on the fence like an agnostic 
Fuck a gimmick 
Turn your death 
Into a lyric
Brain chaotic 
Shit is chronic
Hedonistic
Monolithic 
Misanthropic
Alcoholic 
cryptic 
mystic 
cynic 
Gothic

With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin 
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin

[GAZ]:

G A Z
Hangin' out the window goin one hundred
Full speed
Fucking flames blazin from my head 
Hellraiser
Don’t you dread the dead
We take the pedal push it deeper
Like a finger in your skull
I’m the grim reaper


[BLANXX]:

Cut ya head off
Chicken run
Windshield bloody from the scum
Run em' over 
Let the body count rise
Have some fun
Spin the tires 
Burn the rubber to the bone
Heathens crawlin out the pile up 
Ready set rile up

With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin 
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin


Everybody on the left and the right
Better duck
Cause tonight
Slappin' every bitch in site
Talk that shit
You'll be out like a light
Fuck your codeine
Fuck your sprite
Mother fucker
Pass the pipe
Shut your mouth bitch
Be polite 
With my glock buckin
Told the bitch to keep suckin
I'm a punk mother fucker
In the Left lane trucking
Down 66
Puffin
Pussy boys fuckin bluffin
Blanxx stare into the dungeon
I'm a dragon straight puffin

With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin 
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin
With the glock buckin
Bitch the whole block duckin

[REDDOT]:

Got the block dumpin’
Emergency service rushin’
Pumpin sumthin’
Cross and the bow set up
Believe you me homie 
Death approachin’
Totin’ demon traits 
Set em’ straight
Levitate 
Poof 
Gone with the wind 
Heathens winnin again’
Eat my dust 
Fuck ya crew 
Lemme die then begin
Dottin’ up ya whole block
Reddin’ up ya whole sock 
Reppin’ all ya fake top
Blank faces stare, STOP.
Handin’ over souls
Persecute them who will know
Chicken fucka
Rubber ducky 
Grab and drown em’
Crows feelin’ hungry

Chicken Fight (feat. THREE OR DIE) [Prod. 3OD]

@8corpses on social media
𝗜𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: contact8corpses@gmail.com

Spears (Feat. Mvko) [Prod. Cxrpse]

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