PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

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Perfect Timing *(DOCUMENTARY IN DESCRIPTION)

The Sun goes down
And so do I
Searching for ways
To pass the time
Bloodshot eyes
Venn Diagram for why I wanna live
And why I wanna die
Circles back to
Not giving a shit
They say I'm a bad influence
Cause Im under it
Can't blame me
Life is exigent
I'm the product of an accident
Often feeling
Home yet alone
Like that movie flick
Wanna take a gun to my head
And empty it

I'm a keep my head up
When I'm fed up
Click the hammer back
Its lead ah
Simmer down is simple said ya
But I wanna go into
Attack tack tack tack
Tryna pull the slide and make it
Clack clack clack clack
I been tryna pick up all the pieces that been broken from me
Fail to find the feeling thats essential for a human to bleed
The body lose the seed
Hunger is lost to feed
Shout out hypocrisy
Hail the atrocities

The mirror showed me
Who the real devil is
Cracked skin
Show the blood of the hellish
Devilish switch faces when it's time to go places
Never safe in my presence
Hide and seek with my patience
Suffer this fear on the daily lately
My head in a whirlwind
Rounding thirty sunk in
Where I stand is on quicksand
Off in the land of no hope
I swear I see a checkpoint
Wearing no name tag
Feet in the sand
Looking around complacent
I made it

Nipping at my heels
Feel the devil take the wheel
I don't feel ok
With the way that things are fucking going
Tried to slow down
But it's pedal to the metal
Gas is flowing
Flames are blowing out the tail pipe
I fail right before I start to climb
Fuck the demons in my mind
Whispering I fall behind    
Feeling like I'm driving blind
Into the darkness while I try to find the lime light
My Psyche right behind me
Gripping tightly
Can't keep fighting
Slightly think I might be dying

Cracked Skin

Cracked Skin Feat. 8corpses

8corpses Lyrics:

Bitch
I’m a pothead
Till I dropdead 
I got highdeas 
Goin on in my head 
bag full dro
bag full doe 
If a bitch wanna beef 
Then I bag up that hoe


BLAZED OFF THE 
RAW CONE
KUSH HIT THE DOME
NOW IM MOTHAFUCKIN STONED
Sippin on a 40 while
 I wait for the next toke 
Push my face 
through the weed smoke 
wish this was the epilogue 
But it’s really just a monologue 
Logging words monolithically 
with my fervent tongue 
I do this for the old and young
Do it for homie
 who wanted to be hung
You never know what’s in the minds
Of others we walk among
admitting wrong 
Is The first step 
To humbling one 
Even if you don’t want to breath that phrase 
Out of your lung 
Got hella Weed smoke in my lungs
Hitting that top shelf outta the bong
My Lifes been shattered 
Scatter brain 
Brain scattered 
They said
I needa get it together 
My brain feels like pieces of glass 
Duct Taped together 
Hate feelin
under the weather
I’m insane
Insanely toakin 
on the reefer
Why the liquor taste better when your life is shittier 
Chronologically
Smoking chronic 
chronically 
Undoubtedly 
Trying to figure out 
What helps me 
Coming loose at the seams
Life isn’t always as it seems
Taking a brisk walk 
On this beat 
try to walk on me 
You will get
 briskly beat
Not here to deceive 
Imma step on any motherfucka
that try to test me
Feelin frisky 
Dont frisk me
Everything is risky
Risking my life with every
 sip of the whiskey 

Bitch
I’m a pothead
Till I dropdead 
I got highdeas 
Goin on in my head 
bag full dro
bag full doe 
If a bitch wanna beef 
Then I bag up that hoe

Bearded Legend:

Coming back from a mental block,
Gotta keep it all moving like the hands on a clock,
Better know your damn role, I ain't talking bout The Rock,
If you're smelling what I'm cooking, I'ma put you in a headlock,
If you really wanna know, I ain't getting bored,
Tell you 'bout my life, I ain't talking in a metaphor,
Lonely motherfucker like the Beatles singing Eleanor,
Getting what I wanna and you know I'm always getting more,
People telling me I'm crazy, maybe,
They won't ever get it 'cause them motherfuckers lazy,
Ain't no telling where the mind of this man goes,
Moving so fast like I'm playing on a banjo,
It's another nice dream, we awaken,
Looking all around, realize it's amazing,
You hating, all the while you're feeling complacent,
Shut the fuck up or have a date with the pavement,
Still gotta stay sane, I'm okay, otherwise I'm gonna turn into my own worst enemy,
Still gotta stay sane, it's okay, otherwise you're gonna turn into your own worst enemy

DERANGED (feat. Bearded Legend) [Prod. scaryplain]

Lyrics-

(shoot dope not schools bruh
Yeauh, I get bags when I go outside yuh
I shoot dope like its Columbine yuh
They said Revy where yo head go?
Lock down fuck a .44)

I get bags when I go outside Bitch
Imma shoot dope like it's Columbine Bitch (grrraa!)
Yeah you heard what I said, get bread then I dip
Really smoked out smoked out shawty want a hit uh x2

Damn ayo Rev you a psycho 
crawling on the floor yelling where the fuck the pipe go
I might go, off the fuckin edge when I bang on a zip
pussy boi red dot you could never hit
I'm on that other shit, you could never fuck with it 
Zeta coppin 28 I told him not to fuck with it
Wap drop headshot caught up on a run
took 3-4 shots to wake a mothafucka up
Can-Can hit em with the Can-Can
Bitch I can't lie, can't die fuck a type beat
I don't give a fuck if anybody ever like me
Get it understood don't no pussy ever bite me I might be UGH
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh

BLOOD MONEY(PROD. UNREMORSE)

"UNTIL THE BONES IN MY FIST HURT" - SANTOS SANTANA X SECT UNIT X FACELESS 1-7

[PROD. FALLEN]
LYRICS:

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

Pop you like some Meds 
Bowling ball severed heads
I got voices in my head 
And in yours I’ll put some lead
Everyone I meet I can’t help but picture
Dead
I’m the demon that this population should of never bred

So much of who I am 
was formed 
around survival
USED TO CRAVE IV’s 
NOT TALKIN NUMERALS
OH MY FUCKING GOD I WANNA KILL PEOPLE

OH MY FUCKING GOD 
I WANNA KILL PEOPLE

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

Hit ‘em with the Lysol 
Hit ‘em with the pine sol
They will never smell 
The fuckas body it’s the right call
Catch em at the car show
Blood on the whitewalls
Never found his body
They’ve been looking all night dog
I LET IT RIP
Off of the hip
You ain’t a juggalo homie
Then nobody tellin me shit
Ooo
And that chapter who I’m with
And that Hatchet who I’m with
Psychopathic till I rip 
Run that MOTHAFUCKIN bag up 
Get the money counter
Booty motherfuckas hatin on me
Need some baby powder
I can get the sucky from your baby momma
I don't think I wanna
but she’s tryna holla and 
 I’m slanging chowder
And it’s like that.
8 Corpse bring that hook back

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

depressed out my skull 
CARING ISNT Feasible 
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT 
All them mothafuckas killable
KILL THAT MOTHAFUCKA 
BROAD DAY 
MMM ITS THE RIGHT WAY
You can’t Save this life
Even if you listen to The Fray

PSYCHOTIC THOUGHTS 
ON REPEAT 
NEVER SILENT 
Wanna DECAPITATE 
the head of A tyrant 
REFRAINING MYSELF 
FROM VIOLENCE 
IS A TALENT 
They should thank me
For not being defiant 

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

IF HOMICIDE WAS AN OLYMPIC SPORT (feat. Ouija Macc)

LYRICS:

people are dense 
Id feel more productive 
talking to the absence
Reminiscing 
Used to be codependent
With the fever dream of relevance 
Now I wish mental illness 
Didn’t take over 
Like pestilence

Chilling in little Bangladesh 
Smoking potent hash 
And so it begins 
My thoughts and inner self clash
With each endeavor
My mind 
Swiftly likes to counter
With a choice a words 
only congruent 
To that of a Debbie downer
Reeking of death in the ether
Grimacing at the thought
Of losing another
Once upon a time was a
GRAFFITI WRITER
No remorse as a bomber 
Hit everywhere 
And vividly remember
Perpendicular to grand park 

Tagged the precincts 
 police cars 
Just some Light work
Some obscenities
Or whatever
in regard to 
The DRUG WAR 
and abuse of power 
But my energy remain the same 
As I’m moving forward 
just another tallymark
We ain’t in the same league 
Let alone ballpark 
Bridges been burnt
Doing me till I’m ash in an urn 
Keeping to myself
Cause I don’t get along with everyone
on earth
I’ve seen the prana
Leave so many bodies 
Swifter than candy from a piñata 
Tryna keep my head up like a king cobra 
This is ones for the books
We are earths fauna 

As long as the 
sun sets today
World peace 
will never see 
the light of day 
MAKE PEACE 
WITH YOURSELF
SO YOU CAN PROBABLY
SEE THE NEXT DAY
No matter how you look at it anyway
Death don’t 
discriminate 
Sometimes 
I’m
Feeling lost
 like I’m living in second person
Life is a precipitation of chaos often

Often feel alone in this grief 
Like a widow 
Haters on me
Like a bimbo 
If you don’t like me 
Then it’s hasta luego
Beating up this beat
Like the groin of a nympho 
Corn on the cob from the elotero 
then 
Some Zinfandel and Fettuccini Alfredo 
Lunatic Aficionado 
Let myself go
Like Ages ago
Tryna rebuild myself 
like my thought process 
Legos


walked in puddles with more depth 
Then some of these people 
Internet Gloating is 
Almost so Palpable 
I’m Culpable of being sullen
I know deep down I am filled with the ambition 
I’m still searching for the reason to keep kicking 
Mood fluctuating 
Wild card fashion
Subverting the opposition 
That’s a knee jerk reaction 
Went a separate direction
Like nuclear fission
Tryna send a message to these folks
Like a carrier Pigeon

8corpses x LUGA - Grit

JMattson X Jupiluxe - BREAK THE WRIST, WALK AWAY (Prod. Nekk)

BROKEN AND DEAD

Dont Ask Me For Help

THIS IS A SINGLE OFF OF THE ANTI CHRIST EP

FEATURES SOUNDCLOUD: @ Alexander D Gr8

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

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𝗜𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: contact8corpses@gmail.com

8corpses x LUGA - Grit

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