8corpses

you past tense this right now

https://soundcloud.com/markveins
mixed and mastered @ Thornwall Studios

One Down

Spotify

SNXP - ONE DOWN (Prod. by Mark Veins)

Artwork by: @mental_foundry

Lyrics:
It’s that old school boom bap defibrillator 
Been cooco long before I left the incubator 
Came a long way from 
Losing at shoots and ladders 
I just want to fuck and get high 
But mainly the latter 
ask me about my personality 
It’s a disorder 
Went from happy hour 
To I want this 
To be over
At what point 
When Will I be hopping 
But no longer 
hip when I’m rapping 
I’m a pending tombstone 
But luckily what I rap about
Isn’t fools gold
Fuck writers block
This is ad hoc 
My life is macabre  
I’m so couch locked 
Off the dome 
Like call of duty 
WE ARE THE REMNANTS
OF THE STONED APES THEORY 
PEOPLE FORGET THEIR ROOTS ENTIRELY  
it’s apparent  
Most these artists are just parrots 

Academy award goes to these 
actors 
making music 
cruise control bitch 
candid as it gets
This comes easily 
Cause I’m not making up shit 
when i’m not high 
 i am off pitch

PLEAD THE 5th
TILL I CEASE TO EXIST 
Used to do card tricks 
3 CARD MONTE 
TYPE SHIT  
Card mechanic 
Sometimes I disassociate
AND become catatonic 
Other times I can’t sit Still 
No matter if I wanted 
Guess to some people
I’m outlandish 
people always judgin
reachin 
Leechin 
seeking attention 
I’m Not scared to merk a person 
I’ll cross a motherfucka out like it’s bingo
I’m a Lunatic Gringo
Psilocybin albino 
Disintegrated my ego 
If I die, we both go 
Tryna destroy these thoughts 
Not myself though
Now Suddenly 
Cause I got attention 
People got their hands out 
 tryna fish for dinero 
But I’m the type break your Marrow
Leavin you more broke the you came
I’m trying to ascertain symmetry 
Have an affinity for apathy
When it comes to my wrath 
I am petty


I am the oops
They couldnt undo
Most the time I hear
The Words how are you 
They really meant 
Hi BYE NICE TO MEET YOU 
RARELY HEAR
The words
 I LOVE TOU 
USED TO THINK 
my only source of joy 
came from a kilo 
or a needle 
Alot of what comes outta
 people’s mouths 
Is fecal 
Keepin my head on a swivel 
Analytical 
Open minded, 
vision isn’t just tunnel
So elated 
They granted William Leonard pickard 
Clemency 
I’m not superstitious 
But I Feel like I manifested that honestly 
In the meadows I walk 
Gloomy in the midst 
Of the negative talk 
FUCK THE NOD 
IT WILL BLITZ YOUR WHOLE SQUAD 
Seeing visuals
Aesthetic like a koi pond 
It’s okay to admit when you’re wrong
So many things in my life are gone
Gotta hit the bong
Thought my past 
Was water under the Bridge
But The trauma makes me 
wanna fuckin binge 
After a while 
It can get tiring 
being a fiend 
And frying 
Seem calm on the outside
But chaotic on the inside 
Corpses 40 hands 
That Junkyard steppa
Risk taka
Pep in my step mothafucka  
Sometimes I’m lackin Stamina 
Fuck these Child ass motherfuckas 
Actin like they still got the pacifier 
Like Friedrich 
Nietzsche
Ima be Ya teacher 
DOSING SHROOMS 
Like a GOLDEN TEACHER 
Straight to the topic like 
Occam’s razor
Or whatever
Fuck being a people pleaser
I already put my coins in 
So I guess 
Imma finish this game then
Fuck the fake interaction 
Before a person asks for a favor or a transaction 

Luckily I’m not spewing ipse dixit
I’m a sceptic 
Yeah i find it 
plausible for there to be cause to this 
But it’s definitely caustic
Cause if there was a Big Bang 
something had to of banged it 
But if they exist
Then they’ll have to 
beg for my forgiveness 

My brain,
Feeling like a parallax 
Going on a trip like 
DMT from the gland

I come from an era 
Way before social media 
Fuck propaganda 
Mute the media
 we’re grasping at straws 
for a full proof remedy 
People shouldn’t be locked in cages 
for smokin tree
or tryin live oppression free 
we got rapists 
gettin off Scott free
With that being said 
Humanity needs Lsd
no one is born with racial bigotry 
That shit is taught 
But not love 
Open your mind or not 
Im a Boom bap 
EMT 
This beat be the gurney 
Resuscitating
rap lyrically 
Fuck corruption till the death of me
And I guess the rest 
Is history

EMT (Prod. Kuzy)

Prod. CL!PPED
Mix and Mastered by Xstitch

Lyrics:
On some spitting rhyme shit
Sweating in the sunshine
Grinding on this rap track
I'll be ready when it's time
Tryna get a healthy state of mind
Always staying hungry
Ima lion my own pride
Made myself a promise
Never doubt myself
Let others do that for me
Y'all will rot in hell
Frozen if you won't dwell
Regretting your own sorrows
With the problems you create
Shoulda stuck around
If you wanted to be saved
Now the last thing you will see
Is my red katana blade
Don't be shy
She tryna play
This is not fight you will win
Kneel down and pray
Pray to your gods
I will show mercy
Only common courtesy
Unfortunately
I am not so merciful
Uncommon don't you see
Thrust my sword up out its sheath
Do you have any last words
Shut the fuck up
I don't care
Dog eat dog world
No one playing fair
Congrats bitch
You caught me spittin facts
Normally don't speak mind
Too complex for this time
No one understanding
Where ya boi is speaking from
Coming to destroy the game
Even if I die one day
I will still be dropping bombs
Call it martyrdom
Locking all my demons in a prison cell
Feeling like I'm bout to lose control
They shaking up the cage
Crazy temper burning rage
Taking it to the big stage
You never know which direction I will take
Making the bread, it's freshly baked
Got your bitch up on my dick she wanted all my
Icing on her cake
Money talks
Listening to what she had to say
She say keep grinding
I won't be in your way
Bet you're scared I'm not afraid
Best beware, I'm here to stay
Taking care of my mistakes
Do not fuck with me
I will cook you well done
Feed you to my dogs
I'm rapping in the sun
On the beach
Need to teach you pussies
Once the darkness is released
Guarantee you'll be deceased
All your plays we be decreased
Never ever face defeat
Bitch I'm Grinding to the top
Laughing at you while you cheat
I'm Riding in the front seat
Driving high Behind the wheel
With carbon steel
This ain't a game
You can't heal
I will keep it real
My Katana blade
Don't play nice
Want a taste
She gotta real kick with some spice
Killing you would be my vice
I'd advise
Taking my advice
When I tell you keep talking
Or I'll catch you by surprise
Hunting for a fight
I'm lurkin in the night
I despise
All you little flies
Quit buggin
You ain't thuggin
You just bluffin
Bitch you're nothin
And I'm reaching new heights
You coulda been right by my side
Fortunate you didn't ride
You made your choice now you die
And I'm still going
Keepin the flowin
Know what I'm knowing
I am chosen
All of you rappers
Just don't know it
Rapping treason
Death penalty receivin
Hunting season
What you're saying
Ain't appeasing
All your tracks
Will be deleted
Once I get my point across
All your fans will be your loss
Know the difference of a leader and a boss
And I'm both bitch
Told myself to practice
Better get used to it
Success can be a coin toss
Slowly grow the green like moss
97Ares hunting down you motherfuckers
Skinning you alive
Laughing as you die
No one is gonna cry

Demon-Stration of an Underdog Mentality (Prod. CL!PPED)

LYRICS:

I TRIED 
TO KEEP YOU ALIVE 
BUT DEEP DOWN YOU REALLY WANTED TO DIE
I can’t say that you’re selfish 
Cause I know that feeling inside 

Mind stuck
thinking about suicide 
ITS this THIRST THAT YOU CANT QUENCH 
WITH EACH DAy GOING BY
TRYNA STAY ALIVE 
With THE EMPTINESS inside 
I really know how it feels 
To wanna die 

I’ve grieved many many loses 
But this one hits different 
Cause That pain 
Was probably eatin at you every second 

I AM SO HURT 
THERES NOT ENOUGH WORDS 
TO EXPLAIN THIS FEELIN that I MOURN
HERE COMES THE SHOULDA 
COULDA WOULDAS IN MY HEAD 
I JUST CANT BELIEVE  
SOMEONE SO 
Special LIKE YOU IS now DEAD


You said you wished
 you could believe in yourself 
Like I believed in you
MAN YOU 
HAD YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU 
Wish you saw the potential I saw in you

die [Prod. DUMBCHILD]

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

Realitystrike (prod.fubar)

AMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVYJjyeMimQ

feat. @haarper
prod. @jordandf


LYRICS:

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT

COKE SMELL
WANNA FUCK ME?
OH WELL
BLOWIN UP THIS HOTEL
IM ON ACID OH YEAH

FUCK YOU AND YA WHOLE BITCH
SWITCHIN FLIPPIN RODE SWITCH
MR GET IT GONE SHIIIT
OFF THE WIRE OH SHIIIIET

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT


(haarper)

Been a good minute since I poured gasoline on the things that hold back
Ima set ablaze the whole track then I whip out my cock she can hold that
She suckin on my john and I'm Feelin so calm
Scales passin the baton now I'm rippin off yo arms
With the prowess of a beast full moon in the east
Shut ya fuckin mouth when I speak
Ima come through with the terror
Tearing through yo brain until it's hollow pantera
I be getting bread like a fuckin panera
She givin that head that make her eyes all sclera
You should be embarrassed when you walk up on the terrace you will perish
When I get the galick gun to ya tum fucking heiress
Cut out the lights now blood on ya night gown
Another pussy boy, another bitch, another stye down
Run when you see me bleed
Shape shifting with the sky I breathe
Fire out my lungs, death to ya pedigree
I don't give a fuck about the things you speak
You need to fucking stay in ya own lane
You wont see the light of day
Bringing you a hell where no one can hear you pray
Another hollow shell laying lifeless in the rain

ALBUM ART BY @PAYSTRUP
WWW.PAYSTRUP.COM

HOLD THAT FT. HAARPER (prod. Jordan)

WHATCHA NEED [PROD CHRONIC SHNXMAN]

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]

ENGINEERED BY @PRODJORDANJAY
Lyrics:

￼Bitch
 I’m the tatted creeper
Suicidal reaper 
Behemoth stoned cracker
Make you meet your maker 
Master manipulator 
Social Engineering Hacker
Avid scary motherfucker 
Leavin people taking cover
Feelin like the DC Sniper 
Wanna rampage
 child molestors 
Most of y’all are faker
 then a catfish on tinder
I’m a danger 
Filled with anger 
Barometric Switch 
Imma blow you up bitch 
I’m a Maniac 
Insomniac 
Carry burden 
Like a piggyback
I will never be the Zodiac 
I’m just a discrete psychopath 
I don’t talk about my intentions 
Just for attention 
With a wrath 
Imma find you 
and say
Nice to meet ya 
But that’s really code for 
It’s time for murda
Imma let it spray 
And I’m not talking canisters

I’ll leave your carcass on display 
Like a science project in 4th grade 
An assortment of chopped up body parts 

Then I can I say, 
I’m really doing street art
Long story short 
I’d love to try a different kind of tag, 

and put your ass in a body bag 
But there ain’t no tag backs 
Cause motherfucker you gon have a toe tag
your body is your temple
So Imma shoot it up 
9mm to my dome 
Cause I don’t give a fuck 
Use all the hair on your head 
to mop up the floor 
Swipe that blood 
Back and forth 
I got this psychosis 
And it’s only getting worse
I’m the type to bomb 
your fuckin hearse 
Like a grand finale firework 
You ain’t really living if you don’t hurt 
Cause I don’t think you’d know the difference 
if you didn’t learn
Rip out your eyes and turn your life into 
a game of Marco Polo
The Freak motherfucker psycho
You know how it go 
It’s a creepshow

Creepshow (Prod. LFTD HGHTS)

prod. MANUEL
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCT3-XIWcgc4NX1l_4lzyRaw

mix/master @spyce-sakryn
art by @whoskryo

lyrics

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

you aint spittin bars that you livin 
yeah i really been a felon for some fucked up aint kiddin
and the shit i got away with it would put me in a prison
im just better than you bitches, stop the hatin take a visit
to a psychopathic schizophrenic 
fuck around and get beheaded
thats what they expectin me to say because im white and rapping
if u hit me w them expectations im gon put yo life in fractions
split the scissors slice in back wit hammer torture fight the bastard
like yp capping what you really sayin is just hype imagined
i done had it, fed up wit the bread up bitch i gotta have it

smack bitches...wit the dirty pussy money act different 
mad pimpin when i fuckin pull up see yo stacks missin
mad women hiding cocainia in they fat prisms
scatt did it fuck around w scales n you get BLAPPP wit it
whack bidness what you been promotion ion spaz wit it
whack bitches what you tryna fuck just cause you rap wit it

tf you look like dressin all black just to rap to fuck a 2 dollar bitch
fuck outta here this my life

try to call me god try
kame hame ha kame hame ha

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

STAND UP GUY [prod. MANUEL]

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]

*AMV ON IDLEGLANCE’S YOUTUBE*

Violent
Whole gang riding
Really wanna kill a motherfucka but I’m vibin
Whole thang sliding
Back when you bust it
People got clout but they only on fuck shit
Minds don’t function
I can’t stand it
Quick scope the pussies like a motherfucker planned it
I feel stranded
Deep inside my brain
I don’t even miss reminiscing back up on the days
When things was easy
Sunny day breezy
Now I take drive as I’m puffin on a bleezy
Inhale exhale take a deep breath
Depression is a feeling got a feeling in my chest
And I don’t feel to worthy of this life of living breath
I get stuck up in a cycle repetition is my end
Track after track I’m broken broken
Lil Pisces i be stuck in the ocean

Mind on hold when the line go flat
Said Shine don’t hold when the mind go bad
Got a damn gold mine in my mind hold that
Take a piece at a time when I write cold raps

Wanna live wanna die
But I know I will survive
So I’m  sticking  to the grind I’m about to multiply
I be stacking up my pockets till I double double back
Me and flowers made a brand now they gripping on the sac

Mind on hold when the line go flat
Said Shine don’t hold when the mind go bad
Got a damn gold mine in my mind hold that
Take a piece at a time when I write cold raps

Goldmine

Goldmine (Prod. F L O W E R $)

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𝗜𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: contact8corpses@gmail.com

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