8corpses

Only Warning - @CoaastGxd and @Sixthells
Produced by @Sxmpra
Mixed/Mastered by @Netuhbeats and Sixthells
Art by Halo Black

lyrics

[CoaastGxd]
So I said follow me (Follow me)
Now they all borrow or copy me
So much for obvious flattery
Had to be sad to see family suffering
Happily slashing 'til throats open sputtering

Lower than guts on the floor laying dormant
Lower than moss on the corpse of a forest
Lower than hell to exist for the torment
We the lowest that low gets

Bitch, we the lowest that low gets
I been draining your corpse like an orange
The blade penetrate you like four inch
I fuck her face
She was Mormon
Bitch we the lowest that low gets
I been scrubbing this blood out the foreign
Boutta dip its like 4 in the morning
You can consider this your only warning
Do you wanna play a game?
It's called "How many bodies can I fit at the bottom of the lake?"
Have I ever been sane?
I been running with the devil ever since i learned to think and lost faith
When every day's the same
The hurt, the pain,
The church, the shame it don't change
So i cursed the light and chose the flame
The dark rage stoked what became
A life lived inside of a heart-shaped cage
I evicerate you fully like a sarlacc pit
and then I spread your severed body on the tarmac pitch
Leave you leaking like a faucet from the off-hand stitch
You said you wanted to be dead well mother fucker here it is
I don't give a fuck about a change of heart
I can't stop once I start fuckin tearing you apart
The way I flay and then display you is a work of art
Grind your body to a powder
Load it
Smoke it in a cart

[Sixthells]
We're the undertaker
Life just get so bitter
Me and CoaastGxd ripping you apart
Better hide your sisters
No manners yea we hopeless
Take a glance fuck grasping at your heart

Fuck a pussy bitch up
Can't stop killing
Gas to the dome
Might grip on the chrome
Your faith just dropped to the floor from the ceiling
Opposite of basic
Flashback acid
Life's distorted
Living Maverick
Fuck what they think
And I think they just average
Facing the facts that they can't achieve greatness
Envy the past then you wanna feel nothing

Only Warning

Only Warning w/ Sixthells [Prod. SXMPRA]

MOBBS RADICAL x LOWEYEZDUUG- HELLZONE(PROD. KRONA)

Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread
Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread

Scarred indelibly 
Ego conditioned me
To be hesitant to show vulnerability
I would shed skin before tears like leprosy
Illusion of toughness 
With leather on my body
But lethargy corrupted me
Bottles did a number on my body  Bodily
Body isn’t happy with me
Feel like my life is like a boat that’s capsizing 
And the mirage is tantalizing 

Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread
Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread


Life loves to hit you with things you won’t see coming
Like a limnic eruption 
This is my lamentation 
No exacerbation 
The sorrow within torments me 
No exaggeration 
Lets assess the situation 
Up and down with my moods like a piston
Made some scathing 
Rather erratic decisions
Depression be my affliction


Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread
Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread

Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread
Drugs were there when I didn't have friends
Drugs are what killed all of my friends
Got this illness in my head it wants me dead
Pushing myself even though I retread

Addiction [Prod. Blxxdmage]

Pull up the chop
Put a dot in the scope
Bored with your comments
I’m smoking this dope
Aye I hate my life
But it won’t let me croak
I live for my family
That do it alone
Shoutout my abuela
She fresh off the boat
Brown in my skin
But it’s black in my soul
Run with them demons
We came up in snow
Raised in the frost
Hard to dig up them holes

Snakes in the grass
And they venomous
Checking when smoking
My cannabis
Shaking the bag up
Like can it hiss?
Doubling down when I’m spitting
It’s effortless
Here with the crown
Interrupting his excellence
Therapy? Talking to objects
Inanimate
Rolling a blunt with no seeds
Cause I planted it
Really be off of that shits
They can’t handle it

Pick me up and rush me to the charred
I be the blaze
Swimming like a shark to eat the shawty
In my gaze
Never know just what to say
Until I get her in a grave
I’m a demon, I’m a barber
I be running all them fades
Sweeney Todd a motherfucker
That be stepping out of place
Slice a neck and then dissolve
In the bottom of the bay
Till I’m burning all the photos
And the bodies looking gray
Go to sleep and then I’m dreaming
About them carving up my fate

Cashapp when I’m feeding
That’s a bonus
Mixing up that bud
In my components
Mixing all the blood up
Like I’m Kronos
Condiments and condoms
In her lotus
She already know
That I’m the coldest
Baby girl I wanna know
Your motives
Looking all my past up
Like it told us
Burning from the warmth
I hope he hold us

Glock got a switch
In the back of my pack
Put two in his face
Then I’ll say it’s a rap
Tripping on shrooms
In an alley, all black
I just ate up your bitch
In the dumpster with trash
Light up a blunt
Then I smoke till it’s ash
And then roll up another
I need me some hash
I’m deep in my sorrows
I can’t wait to pass
Asleep at the gallows
Rope tighten up fast

Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment
Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment bitch

ZORITA (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

PRODUCED BY BHASPER

LYRICS:

I’m falling outta love, hard to give a fuck : open up the gates and now we bringing through the flood / sipping on this mud, ask me what it does, when everyone around you saying that they fucking done / cus I don’t even know, where else I could go, but I know I don’t wanna be here no more / keep it on the low, send it all below, I ain’t ever feel pain like this before // gimme a minute to hop in the zone, lately I been feeling so alone, I know it’s taking a toll on my life, how in the fuck can I wrong my rights? I know it’s not okay, that Im feeling the need to always be gripping a knife. Paranoia that be filling my mind, preventing me from sleeping at night

I won’t compromise again, y’all are not my fucking friends, thought you loved me you just added to these voices in my head. Texting me asking for shit, you just be adding to my stress, at least just ask about my day before you ask me for some bread. People never gave a fuck about the shit I tend to struggle with, so I hit the studio and just record another hit, I think my shit dope as hell give a fuck if you fuck with it, you never paid no bills no wonder you don’t look at numbers kid. People always try to demonize me, cus they jealous of me, that’s just what I’m realizing? It takes a lot for me really fucking feel lively, this world is dangerous me and my peoples still thriving



Searching for my act 5 scene 3 
Romeo Echo SIERRA Tango 
IT’S HARD FOR ME 
Charlie Chaplin 
In the way that I move 
Cause it’s Silently
I have my Hustle down to a T 
Hope you caught that wordplay
Cause hustle 
has a Silent T 
Here’s some tea
PROVERBS 18:2 
IS IRONIC you see
Because the pious
will never understand me 
Flooded by these thoughts 
when I’m sleepy makin me hollow 
Might blow my head off 
Leave me like sleepy hollow 
IMPROMPTU MOVEMENT 
IM JUST GOING WITH IT 
NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE GIMMICKS 
LIKE A gaff deck SHIN LIM SECRET
 8 EVADING 12 
like the Fibonacci Sequence 
 acquiescence of my essence 
lifes a calamity exhibition 
Almost died 
Like that pool
 Scene from final destination 
the way I sat and drowned myself with the Jameson
Not tryna pencil in 
Reasons to be negative 
Propensity to be pensive 
With the pen I’m killing it
Almost like what happened to me with the Penicillin 
I’m not Jason Veritek the way I catch feelings
Makin moves 
Like Patrick Swayze 
Shredded hardwood dancing
Wait a minute 
It’s been a minute 
Since I actually took a minute 
To really ponder on it 
IM Flooded by these thoughts
Like 2023 MONTPELIER VERMONT

Ethan Ross & 8corpses - FLOOD

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MY CITADEL RACKED UP NO BACK UP ITS JUS ME N REVY ROCKIN SHIT
ROLLIN OFF THE DIRT IM UP TO LONG LIKE I DONT NEED A BED
HOLLA AT MY DEMONS HEARIN SOMEONE CALLIN BACK THE WIND
PARANORMAL VICES IM THAT PHANTOM WITH A SILVER WRIST

LEG SWOLLEN 
FLUID POURIN 
POTIONS GOT MY SHIT IN MOTION 
HEAVENS METHOD 
KEEP MY WEAPON 
FUCK THAT BITCH I LEARNED MY LESSON
HOT SHOT JUNKIE I AINT GOT NO TIME FOR FUCKIN FEELINS
HONOR ON MY BUSINESS IMA PUSH THAT PRESSURE TO THE LIMIT

DO OR DIE
IM BONA FIDE
KEEP THEM RECORDS HIGH
BREAKIN BINDS
CUTTIN TIES
ONLY STAIN TO RISE
KEEP ON RUNNIN JUGS SMOKIN BLOOD PLAYIN WITH THE KNIFE
CANT STAND NEXT TO US FUCK YOU THOUGHT BETTER RECOGNIZE

ELEGANCE ON MY GLORY IM VEXIN UP TACTICS FLAWLESS
THE WAY I KICK IT IS PERFECT COMPARE MY SHIT UP TO PROPHETS
ITS THAT REVEREND FOR THE MENACE MOVIN WICKED WITH MY MOTIVE
TAKE A PAGE AND LET IT FESTER PASSIN DOPE TO MY REFLECTION

IM THAT BAD ADDICT IM NOT BAD AT IT I GOT BAD HABITS 
REAL STATIC GETTIN REAL RAGGED YOU JUST REAL AVERAGE
FOLD MAGGOT MORTUARY LAVISH BODIES TURN TO ASHES
NAUSEOUS OFF OF THAT COFFIN POPPIN GRAB THE SHOVEL IM SICK OF TALKIN

NINETY FOUR TONE AND MY BASE DIVINE
HUNNID BODIES IN THE PACK DROP AN EIGHT IN THE SLIDE
SIX BLADES ROLLIN FACE BITCH IM PAINTED TONIGHT
KEEPIN THAT POLISH IN MY POCKET OUT THE GUTTER DEIFIED

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MFA

RACKS (prod. REQUIEM CULT)

Coca-Cola

THIS IS A SINGLE OFF OF THE ANTI CHRIST EP

FEATURES SOUNDCLOUD: @ Alexander D Gr8

GXDZ OF ANARCHY W/ AleXANder D Gr8 (PROD. POLOBOY81)

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

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]

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]

Autumn

Autumn (feat. Witchouse 40k)(Prod. Esthetic Gloom)

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

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

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