Production by @threeordie
Engineered by @prodjordanjay

LYRICS:

Life loves to turn you to a bitch and fornicate 
Addiction is a disease you can never satiate 
knowingly 
makin yourself sicker 
Poppin pills 
And chasin it with liquor 
Never seen someone with the flu 
Askin for a higher fever 
kids filming themselves OD
It’s literal insanity 
Losing all control of reality 
Lying to your own psyche 
In your own voice 
Telling you 
this is the right choice 


￼They telling me to smile 
But I don’t know happiness 
All I know is narcotics
So now I’m just lethargic 
One would think 
Dope would make me feel copacetic 
But I’m addicted 
and I can’t stop it
Shit is a menace
All my life I’ve had 
a morbid conscience 
Flashback to Scenarios
 from my adolescence 
Addiction talks to me
in my own cadence 
Like my brain fell victim
to a parasitic sadist

overdose [Prod. 3OD]

10th song off 8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

Lyrics:
cutty 
IF you’ve been looking for sign
this it 
You could die anytime
live yo life
dont worry bout shit
don’t trip
take this life 
and make it yo bitch


We’re  Like sitting ducks in a barrel 
They wanna keep us all homicidal 
Media stirring up the pot of corruption
So that this flawed system continues to 
function
I’m not the first to say this
And I won’t be the last 
But society never ceases to be crass 
self awareness is something hella people lack
Humans always tryin 
seem more Macho then they really are
So eager to go out and wage war  
But something so microscopic 
leavin people cowering to the floor 
How ironic 
We all need to face it 
Actin tough is just human complacence 
You are nothing
In the grand scheme of things 
Our entire species could be wiped out in a blink 
We are just a speck
 on a  
rock orbiting   


cutty 
IF you’ve been looking for sign
this it 
You could die anytime
live yo life
dont worry bout shit
don’t trip
take this life 
and make it yo bitch

 
People can be a discrepancy 
They can Save their toxicity 
In my head theres a cacophony 
A colony 
It’s an impurity 
So much anxiety 
Get away from my Proximity 
I Haven’t known Serenity 
In any capacity 
Don’t really care
Honestly 
I’ve been fidgety 
Miserably 
Searching for a means of individuality 
What’s the possibility
Probability 
Plausibility 
That I have the capability 
Of turning around 
all this negativity 
I’ve been crazy 
But I’m not looking for sympathy 
Especially In a world where 
I’ve lacked esteem and dignity 
I try to insight epiphanies 
In other bodies 

cutty 
IF you’ve been looking for sign
this it 
You could die anytime
live yo life
dont worry bout shit
don’t trip
take this life 
and make it yo bitch

Signs (Prod. Bhasper)

Lyrics:

Chronically a chronic toker
Down for whatever 
Word to my mother
I’ll kill motherfuckers
Never a pushover 
But I push triggers 
If you burn me
send your soul to wherever 
Drop you to the ground
with a couple rounds
Then one to the head 
So you’re headed underground
euthanize you 
just like the dog pound
5150
I Don’t fuck around


I can be the nicest motherfucka you have ever met
Or the last person you see 
before ems
They say an eye for eye 
A tooth for a tooth 
But if you hurt those I love 
They won’t ever find you
I’d Rather be tried by 12 
Then carried by six 
Just here to enjoy my cannabis and 
the shit show that life is
So I sit back and flick my bic

WHATEVER (PROD. BLXXDMAGE)

PRODUCED BY BHASPER
ENGINEERED BY JORDAN JAY


LYRICS:

Not a single drop of give a fuck
Growing up 
Never felt good enough 
It’s okay to admit 
that you’re in the mud
Cause when you get out 
Shit is Better than good 
you may have taken L’s 
But so does everyone 
Like Mayweather in 96
Laborious with the raps that I spit
This industry.
Aint doing me favors
Off another bender 
Your God loves me so much 
that he’ll burn me forever 
If I’m goin to hell 
It’s whatever 
I’ll be on my jet ski
in the lake of fire 
For this life 
Im my own umpire 
I got candor 
Mental health will matter 
Until they can’t understand you 
No matter what you say 
Or do 
There’s always motherfuckas who 
won’t like you

Knock on wood
I live to see the rest of today
Predicated upon the decisions that I make
Cause I know some people
Woke up today
Just to blow out their brains
I’m Stayin Stoned like a gargoyle 
Feelin abandoned like Chernobyl 
Feeling like Dracula 
Sippin this liquor
Like it’s vital 
Have dealt with so much bullshit 
since a child
People 
Are Easily hoodwinked - Beguiled 
cause they lack the rationale 
Ive Been so fatigued lately
Watching people
leave this world
Like a Tumbleweed 
got a war going on inside of me
Feeling like Epicurus 
In the way that I think 
Media is Poisoning 
Peoples minds like
Ancient Greeks
Might as well feed them 
the hemlock 
wanna rip out some tongues 

All you do is just talk talk a lot 
Please Just Shut the fuck up 

The bar is set so fuckin low
With these dumb fucks 
Going through these days 
I Usually need a pick me up
Tryna reach my goals 
on the ice 
Making moves 
Like a hockey puck
If you could read my mind 
You would feel so stuck 
This mental illness is relentless
My brain is a 
self destructive apparatus 
Dissectin my thought process 
Trying to alter 
This negative mindset 
But it’s difficult 
Cause I Got a skewed conscience 
Turning to substances for solace 
So I’m analyzing my thoughts 
Like an escapade
through The Catacombs 
I’m not trynin 
 sit in the negativity 
Like a hive in a honeycomb  
I hate when people act like they know 
Bitch you don’t know 

This PTSD sometimes 
makin me feel so alone 
Like the the Sea of Galilee parable 
Im Preaching what I know 
Just because some people have it worse 
doesn’t make your struggles 
any less credible 
Any less terrible 
Sometimes life can be 
so unbearable 
Incomprehensible 
If anything has come from my life
experience 
I’m able to connect with people 
on a level if I didn’t 

I’m 
Trying not tense up like Rigor Mortis
Making efforts to Stay ardent 
But it’s hard 
When my mental illness is Chronic
constant 
Issues augmented
Recollection Fragmented
Here to delegate 
This message is Esoteric 
Not everyone will get it
doing everything I can 
To avoid those Silver bracelets
And deciding to prematurely end it

KNOCK ON WOOD (PROD. BHASPER)

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:

Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
If you hatin on me
Go ahead kick rocks 
Loaded off the moon rock
mind full of Thoughts
Like the strip club 
I don’t give a fuck
Most my life I been called nuts 
Nothings changed 
So get Off my nuts 
My brain is like a painting from 
Heironymous Bosch
anxiety got me feeling like my choices
are an egg toss 
Like a guillotine
Im popping off 

Keep it a buck 
No cheap talk
Not like a poker player 
I don’t need to bluff
Luckily I’m not just blabbering 
About arbitrary stuff
like electric eels
Put you
 in shock
Who knew my
work would bring
Hate out the woodwork 
I woke up and chose violence 
I killed this beat, 
I couldn’t stay silent
Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
Kick rocks mothafucka

Kick Rocks [Prod. Blxxdmage]

[SOUNDCLOUD / YOUTUBE EXCLUSIVE]
Lyrics:

Eclectically 
Eccentric 
Eccentrically eclectic
Was a glutton for narcotics 
But
I’m still neurotic

 I’m a maniac 
Felt Prosaic
Even off the Prozac 
Tryna make a comeback 
Too many times I’ve had to 
Backtrack
Facing flower like a hummingbird 
Brain feeling fried 
like a Dairy Queen cheese curd 
Chasing that feeling 
of that 
first time
Rollercoaster in my mind
Thoughts pulsating 
Like a 
wind chime
mindset All or nothing
living just to die
Which is why I run into problems 
sometimes 
I GOT THINGS TO DO 
BUT CARING ISNT 
ONE
Wondering how I’ll feel when its 
all said and done

Deep in the confines of my own mind 
Is the trauma of self that resides 
The product of 
watching people 
horrifically die
Down they went like dominoes 
Followed by spurts of hope 
I tried to rationalize 
Hoping the next person to go
Will stay longer than 
I actually 
hoped
I WISH I COULD TAKE THESE THOUGHTS 
AND PAUSE IT
But I’m taking things in like a direct deposit 

Why does all of lifes chaos
Feel custom tailored for me
Death is a certainty 
I certainly 
Know its overwhelming 
my brain gettin rowdy 
Sometimes I don’t know my route properly

Tryna Michael scoffield this negativity 
Middle fingers to my enemies
Back and forth with my angels and demons 
Like a seesaw 
Life feeling messed up 
Like its set in
legacy southpaw 
Picking apart the words I wanna say
Like a hungry belly eating baby back ribs
On a sunday
Leave you shaking in your place like the tectonic plates 
Used to Sip tec and tonic 
With a lot on my plate 
My train of thought is often a mess 
Recklessly a wreck 
Tryna train my brain 
But brain Is a trainwreck 
Not erect as I recollect 
Tryna make a name for myself 
Like a kid in cement

8corpses x Playaphonk - Tranquility

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]

LYRICS:

Dark thoughts ricocheting in my mind
like an echo
My brain is an intercom 
For my psycho 
5150 is my brains zip code
If you hating on me homie
it’s ditto 

People will switch up even 
if you’ve been solid since the sandbox 
People will come and go just like the sandlot
Some eager to sell your secrets quicker than a crack rock
My Mind is a chatter box

Peeling back these layers of thought
Ruminating in my own thoughts as I’m distraught
Self esteem bankrupt 
Scooting through this life 
on sheer dumb luck
Wishin I could 
hydraulic press my own thoughts

My tipping points
Are passing me by like rain drops
Inner dialogue on the run nonstop 
Monstrosity 
in the form of human flesh
I’m what you get 
when crazy and potential actually mesh

when I hit the mic 
it’s apocalyptic 
Apothecary with my lips
I don’t miss 
Yeah I’m a menace 
both on and off the white
Cooking up like Mr. white 
shoulda seen the light
Needa get a grip on life

Dark thoughts ricocheting in my mind
like an echo
My brain is an intercom 
For my psycho 
5150 is my brains zip code
If you hating on me homie
it’s ditto 

Taking over ‘cause I’m willing and I’m able,
Lay my cards out on the motherfucking table,
Lay low, gotta make sure my mind’s stable,
Maintaining independence, stay connected, no cable,
Break away though it won’t be painless,
Cleansing my soul from the cold like stainless,
Steel, keep it real,
When I tell you how I feel,
I don’t gotta talk about it ‘cause them bitches know the deal now,
A director who’s about that action,
Long story short, couldn’t fit it in a caption,
Laughing all the fucking way to the bank,
Been a saint and a sinner,
A forgiver, an assassin,
All I ever wanna do is find peace,
Fight sleep while I’m searching through the land, sky, sea,
I speak all my wishes to existence,
I dream of them better fucking days when I say “I beat this”

Dark thoughts ricocheting in my mind
like an echo
My brain is an intercom 
For my psycho 
5150 is my brains zip code
If you hating on me homie
it’s ditto

8corpses & Bearded Legend - ECHO [Prod. Bhasper]

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

LYRICS: 

Imma psych case 
You wouldn’t last a second in this headspace 
Draped in this trauma 
There’s no rest days
Taking blunts to the face 
Tryna be a better me
 than I was yesterday 

Making art
The instrumental 
Be my canvas 
Wait a minute 
Dorothy took a trip out of Kansas
I was tripping on my way into it 
Thanks to cubensis 
If I’m positive for something it’s my urinalysis 

People stuck in their ways like paralysis 
Been there done 
that with the psychoanalysis 
I’ve Been 
searching for balance 
In a world so callous 
solitude 
Is where I found
solace 

Challenges in my life be 
the Precipice
Days feeling long like it’s summer solstice 
Underdog 
Like the 07 Giants 
I’m Pathing a path for 
the path less 

Prolific poignant disappointment 
Occasionally flamboyant
On occasion hit the gravity bong 
so that flame buoyant 
flame got me feeling 
buoyant 

Oh boy you ain’t learn when to be silent 
Even Dumb has a b that’s silent 

People stuck in an
elementary regiment 
There’s a lot on my table
like all of the elements
But I’m in my element

Guess the tables have turned 
This is character development 
That you 
could discern

witty looney trippy
gypsy 
inner city eerie hippie 
nature savvy
Nature saved me 
Psilocybin 
penis envy 
If you know 
Then you’re privy 
CBD MY CBT

HIT IT FROM THE BACK 
LIKE A CVC
LEAVE A SHAWTY
WITH THEM PVCS 
What’s the cost of people pleasing 
Cause it dont pay me

If you don’t like me
You can go ahead and blow me
At least I ain’t a phony 
Tryna leave my mark on this world like a hickey


There’s many perspectives to a story
Mind over matter 
Is the framework to identity 
Shifting gears now
Even though the roads been bumpy 

Used to want to die 
But now I’m Dialed in 
Like a dietician on a diatribe 
Over a diabetic 
backsliding on their dieting
Had to lose myself 
Just To find meaning

not a model in any capacity 
Im 
like an animal 
held captive in this city 
My malady is I over think my mortality 
Morbidly Mortified 
by 
Its totality 
Totally overthinking 
sporadically 

Spores changed me so Radically 
Oddly I  Don’t wanna redact this odyssey

MUSIC VIDEO

PSYCH CASE (Prod. SCARYPLAIN)

Imma lost soul 
Down the rabbit hole I go
Crying THC 
Smoking Ganja when I’m low 
The greatest people I’ve ever known
 Are now six feet below 
You wouldn’t 
understand this psycho

Welcome ladies and gentlemen 
To my demented self 
I make this music 
So I don’t 
have kill myself 

Getting top 
While I’m toakin on that top shelf
Another Masterpiece 
From the mastermind
Trying to master and piece together these thoughts in my mind
the urban legend 
but not an urban legend 

these people will call you a legend 
But they wouldn’t hesitate 
to put you last 
let alone second 
Secondly 
They wouldn’t hesitate 
To Pull a secondary on you 
at any second
Can I get a amen 
Like a reverend

These lyrics ain’t tongue in cheek 
I faced the LSD
Like she did my seed
Between the tongue and cheek
Cheesin in my mugshot 
dosin something every week
Oh my god I love my ink

Ink up on my body 
like the Declaration of Independence 
Not tryna to be pedantic  
I Just wanna be independent
wasn’t easy being 
dependent


Imma lost soul 
Down the rabbit hole I go
Crying THC 
Smoking Ganja when I’m low 
The greatest people I’ve ever known
 Are now six feet below 
You wouldn’t 
understand this psycho

Leave it to me to get lost
Deep in the sea with the sharks 
I’m tryna beat 
But my demons tryna rip me apart
My social skills are depleted 
I’m even asking for Jesus 
I’m on my knees 
By my bed
And I’m pleading 
Screaming for reasons
He never giving me answers
All that I’m seeing 
Is people who need ‘em
Getting sicker and dealing with cancer
Used to be plug and now I can’t serve 
Used to dodge the bullshit now I’m cruising 
And I can’t swerve
Pot hole 
After pot hole 
Im feeling popped
And Now my motto
Is grab the bottle
And drink a lot
Something’s gotta change
I’m tired feeling deranged
Insane 
A crazy train off the rails
Looking for pain
I feel like the twin towers
And life is the two planes
Better yet the demolition 
That blew up the steel frames 
If I can dig it
I’m tryna change names
Cause little trippy ain’t a kid
He’s a man with a strange brain

RABBIT HOLE

8corpses & TrippyThaKid - Rabbit Hole (Prod. Bhasper)

UP IN SMOKE (PROD. SCARYPLAIN)

HEAD CHANGE

WHAT

LYRICS:
People love to judge me like a jury 
While being spoon fed propaganda 
Like some Pudding 
cognitive dissonance and backwards thinking is Off putting
People think their hot takes are de facto 
But they ain’t sharing sauce
It’s Placebo Tabasco 
Give these ponzis
The smoke no Tobacco 
Pat myself on the back
Been at it since an embryo
glad we didn’t breed ho

People love to lie so much 
it’s like a disease 
the biggest turn off to me
Is deceit 
Take your pathological lying ass 
On the path 
out my life
 like a exit scene

Gotta be solid with my own solidarity 
perpetually 
I’m the perpetrator of my own destiny 
I’m desperate to see 
if the grass is green 
But I can’t unsee 
all of this tragedy 

Only gradually awaken 
to ascertain clarity
Clairvoyant of what’s to be 
Won’t come to pass if I don’t assert 
equanimity 
Self liberty 
Loving yourself doesn’t have itinerary 
Need to show up for myself 
Not the people 
writing my obituary 

pity party in my head No more bitch sanctuary 
It is sanctimonious to my healing journey
I refuse to be this weak
Regardless of the pain 
I’ve endured this week

Hard pill to swallow 
Life isnt always meek
Even though I can barely move 
And barely speak
Change must come 
or I’ll be chained to the outcome 
these thoughts and moods
are hard to overcome 
But hope 
no matter how small
I’ve continued to have some 

I feel like death 
The pain has took me 
to depths
People don’t wanna hear the truth 
Their selectively deaf 

feeling like I’m standing on a perilous mezzanine 
Tryna keep my mind open like im reading a magazine 
But don’t wanna open my mind 
by unloading a magazine 
Rather be nomadic and unseen 
Then living 
penthouse to limousine 
Limerence almost ended me



HEALING (PROD. DUMBCHILD)

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)

COPE

EIGHT OF SPADES

STAND ON BIZ

SVENGALI

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

PULSE

HAYMAKERS

ANTITHEIST

OSINT

MEMORY LANE

FADE TO BLACK

CRISIS

MASTERMIND

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]

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)

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