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AYO THIS IS THE START OF MY JOURNEY DOING EVERYTHING MY SELF!

Prod. TEDDY SLUGZ
Art by. TEDDY SLUGZ

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DESTROY

DESTROY (Prod. TEDDY SLUGZ)

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SCRIPTZ x SALIVA GREY - DEATH WITHIN REACH (PROD. OKRA)

Coffin Symphony feat Warlord Colossus prod KevThaKilla

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Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

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

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

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-OSCAR MEYER! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

KLEPTO

@velsser2x

Lyrics:
Cause When i walk up in this bitch 

You bet not say shit 

No ion wanna shake ya hand 

Not a fan 

Im not one 

For what you saying 

Got no time conversation 

Dont know who 

they think i Am 

Cause i am

The one thats go let it blam

Let me take em to the basement 

Yea i see they all looking

All shooken 

Now they think im off putting 

I aint worried bout no placement 

Ever since i touch that guala

On my momma

Im just focused on my dollas 

I aint worried bout no 

Fake shit 



See they wanna come around and act like they aint say shit 

Thinking that its sweet 

Like who the fuck you tryna play with 

Fuck about a hoe 

They want my heart to try to play 

But got a bitch she bad she better than the basics 

Swervin lane to lane 

I grip the blunt like its a hot pocket

Might go cop a whip 

Where they could see me 

And just drop top it 

Glock a make em dance 

A make him jump 

Just like he hopscotching 

Said it once before

Ill say it twice 

Lil bitch im not stopping 



_____________________



Dove up in that water 

Wasnt set for repercussion

Id bet a 100 billion dollars

They aint touching nun 

Off a smokey pack 

Recording songs until the sun was up 

Now that i got music down 

Im tryna put 100 up 

Yea my bitch on fleek 

Yea she so sweet 

just like a honey 

Yea i might go down 

Might chew that pussy 

Like its bubblegum 

 In the booth im crazy

Dropping tracks 

I got 100 of em 

Hear they talk 

bout sending shots

Bro   pull    up 

Pop 100 of em 

Yea they mad 

that They cant be like me 

Because i say so 

Today they got the orders 

Velsser spoke 

And what he say go 

Bringing up that shit 

Thats from the past 

Well now the case closed 

Talking while im talking 

No respect 

Thats why i hate hoes 

Speeding of the gas 

Might be to fast 

I needa slow down 

Fuckin up the city 

Prices low 

And still could go down 

Hear  my name

Could act like they don’t know

I bet they know now

Hold up bro stop talking 

Just keep quiet 

Dont make no sound

GRAVE WALKER ( Prod . Blackfard )


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$UICIDEBOY$ Ft. GHOSTEMANE - Meet Your Maker

It’s not hard 
to be hard on myself
Woke up and I’m tired of my mothaf*cking health
Oh well 
Everyday is training day 
No excuses to made or we living in hell
 

It’s not hard 
to be hard on myself
Woke up and I’m tired of my mothaf*cking health
Oh well 
Everyday is training day 
No excuses to made or we in living hell

 Something I learned as early as the sandbox 
Not every person will like you 
No matter if you talk 
You can be modest and still be hated 
People infatuated with being opinionated 
hella notions outdated 
It’s a cold world that masquerades that it’s not dilapidated 

It’s left me in a pit 
Rather pitiful 
Wanna go out high 
Like I’m Richard Russel 
death is no longer a surprise 
I see it all the time
I hear it every night 
USED TO
Hit the corner store
To get me right 

a Twisted tea
I’m twisted can’t you see  
I’m desensitized to the streets 

Desensitized 

Crossing my T’s DOTTING MY I’s
Seen so much shit 
Through these eyes

It’s not hard 
to be hard on myself
Woke up and I’m tired of my mothaf*cking health
Oh well 
Everyday is training day 
No excuses to made or we in living hell

My only gripe is I don’t get enough sleep 
The biggest flex is remaining low key
Privacy is Peace
 Peace is privacy 
Empirically 
Against all odds
Imma walking anomaly 

I speak morbidity 
 fluently  
Not here 
to hear the double speak 
Leavin people Bewildered is my favorite thing 

Getting flashbacks 
Like Harry Potter  
In the order of the Phoenix 
Watch my eyes go black like Jean Grey 
The dark phoenix 
Might go out like Jimi Hendrix
Or river Phoenix

I Lost my marbles 
These thoughts are nocturnal 
But they aren’t innocuous 
 knock you out of ya reality 
Like you’re playing Oculus 
People are prompt with their 
unkept promises 

Thinking ahead like Prometheus 
Death is promiscuous 
The graveyard is calling out to me by my government 

It’s not hard 
to be hard on myself
Woke up and I’m tired of my mothaf*cking health
Oh well 
Everyday is training day 
No excuses to made or we living in hell


It’s not hard 
to be hard on myself
Woke up and I’m tired of my mothafucking health
Oh well 
Everyday is training day 
No excuses to made or we in living hell

It’s not hard 
to be hard on myself
Woke up and I’m tired of my mothafucking health
Oh well 
Everyday is training day 
No excuses to made or we  living in hell

HARD ON MYSELF (PROD. BHASPER)

written / performed by @blckbrds
prod. Scottzilla
eng. @tumaggz

THE WARRENS

BUDDY

love story

Different covers of the Dead's Casey jones.

Casey  Jones(Poppa Moses Cover)

Str8 talk w scrappy6x

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

HARD ON MYSELF (PROD. BHASPER)

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