Full bass boosted album -> https://youtu.be/rV-B1XFAdaE

hella fire but production sucks. Fuck Bhasper

8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

1. Mista Smokes Alot (Prod. ROOSEVELT & VEXD)
2. Pariahs (feat. Saliva Grey) [Prod. Bhasper] 
3. Crazy (Prod. Bhasper)
4. Moody (Prod. NGXT)
5. Crucify Me [Prod. Noxygen]
6. Slain Interlude (ft. Sxmpra) [Prod. NetuH]
7. Vices (Prod. Cxrpse)
8. Ignorance (Prod. Bhasper)
9. Thought Crime (Prod. Bhasper)
10. Signs (Prod. Bhasper)
11. Homicidal (Prod. Noxygen)

MADNESS

FACE OF DEATH (feat. 99zed & Saliva Grey) [prod. 99zed]

Weed, Titties & Satan

Overdrive ft Sinizter (prod by Gerah)

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED - MOONWOK

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)

8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

Lyrics
Straight from the gutter 
I am rolling stoned 
Like Mc Jagger 
Tryin shag a bitch
Like I’m Austin powers 
Minus the swagger 
Lifes a
double edged dagger 
Eight Off the rocker
It’s the crazy cadaver 
Never tainted
by all these numbers
Imma Symptomatic 
Motherfucker
Bottle neck at the hip
I don’t care about shit 
If you’re 
Obsequious 
Get off my fuckin dick
People gunna talk their shit 
But their 2 cents
Aint worth shit 
Sometimes I doubt my purpose 
as an artist 
But they say if it ain’t broke
Don’t fix it
I enjoy venting 
in my music 
It’s cathartic 

I’m not a rapper 
I’m a poet 
You should know it 
This life as my witness 
Shit is wicked
You should notice
Fuck the herd 
I don’t feed into everything I’ve heard
Almost all of it is so absurd 
They say it’s the thought that counts 
But in my experience 
I can’t stand the shit 
That comes outta people’s mouths
Everything that I touch 
Ends up broken or dies 
It’s a task just for me to stay alive

Crucify Me [Prod. Noxygen]

4th SONG OFF 8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

Lyrics:

Penchant lust 
What the fuck
Imma bust 
Readjust 
I’m finally at the cusp
DOING WHAT I WANT 
THAT SHIT IS Protocol 
HOPEFULLY THESE
MESSAGES I SPIT 
COME FULL CIRLCE 
My brain be pejorative and punitive 
I hate that shit
Cause This life 
is fleeting 
My brain is eating
Receding 
The time away 
As I lay here thinking
While doing nothing
I think about drinking
Then I remember all of 
The shitty binging 
Fumigate my corpse
I’m insane of course 
I’m astute but aloof 
I’m always seeking truth
Tryin open other minds 
Like John Wilkes Booth 
Corpses be my Moniker
Even passed the time 
I flatline on that monitor 
Imma skip tracer
Better know I’m peculiar 
Fuck being normal on the regular 

Talking about moods be my parlance 
I’m twisted mothafucka better know it
I believe in revenge 
I’m Fueled by trauma 
Not fueled by dogma
Call my blade Karma
My Moods gone stale
Oh fuckin well 
If I kill myself
Then technically the problem handled itself 
But Imma stay around 
for the shits and giggles 
Anhedonia makes me not wanna mingle
Shrooms creating
neuropathways 
Like the Vietcong tunnels 
Ruminating
Contemplating 
Set and setting 
I FEEL LIKE
IM COMING LOOSE AT THE WEBBING 
NEEDA GET BACK TO MICRODOSING 
HERE WE GO AGAIN
ANYTHING SO I DONT PICK UP 
THAT HEROIN 
Reality is a tough assimilation 
For so many years I’ve wanted to pull A Marilyn 
Rest In Peace my dead homies 
Johnny and Lyn
You’re gone
Like sand through my finger tips 
Like a diabetic needing insulin 
I need a stimulant 
All I feel is blankness

Moody (Prod. NGXT)

3RD SONG OFF 8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

Lyrics:

Shitfaced 
Same shit
New day
Had a 
Seizure in the car that fractured my vertebrae 
You May pray to God
But I get shit done
When it’s my time to go 
Then I’ll be fuckin gone
I got Serotonin syndrome 
What a fuckin conundrum
This life is so humdrum
psycho is rooted in my genes 
Doing fuckshit is so routine 
I’d spray a motherfucka broad day  
Like sunscreen 
Go ahead 
Drug my drink like Sobhraj 
Manipulation
got fuckas seein a Mirage 
Never getting caught 
I’ll bathe in the blood of a posh racist fuck
killing spree
Like a cod montage 
Voices in my head are my only entourage 
Insane thoughts around the clock
Never stop 
Leavin you defunct 
Your coffin is now my trunk 
I show up and 
Walk the talk
Now you’re scared as fuck

I could read you like a book 
Like a librarian 
It’s not easy being a contrarian 
Impaired function
Debbie downer fashion 
Wake up hella mornings 
With no recollection 
People be like 
8corpses is so cringe 
All he talks about is hating life 
And wanting the syringe 
Well imma talk about
 what I want motherfucka
All You are is pathetically bitter 
If I could
 I would piss 
on your opinion 
And light that shit on fire 
If I wanna climb the ladder 
Then fall off like blockbuster 
Imma fuckin do it Bitch
Couldn’t give a fuck 
about a shit talker 
Bang you like a pinball
Splatter your matter 
On the wall like a paintball
Life’s a demolition derby 
People leaving this bitch prematurely 
The number of Idiots 
Speaks volumes
But it’s funny 
they don’t at the same time too
Why we let morons run shit
I don’t fuckin know
We got politicians 
that snort blow 
Then try to criminalize dro
MDMA 
DATURA 
FUCK AROUND 
YOU WONT EVER BE HEARD OF 
MURDER MURDER
West coast born motherfucka 
All the homies know 
I’m treacherous 
But my Semblance stays 
Different 
next of kin with this boom bap
Trying to keep goals in my sight 
Like a red dot 
￼I know people who will murder for no reason 
Governments do it to their civilians 
But If you speak up 
Then they call it treason 

I MAY NOT BE A PUNDIT 
BUT MY SHIT GOT SUBSTANCE

THESE NIMRODS 
ACTIN LIKE THEY AINT FLAWED 
LIKE THEIR OPINION IS SOMEHOW 
SYNONYMOUS TO GOD 
This juice
sometimes ain’t worth the
Squeezing 
Tryna change things up 
Like verb conjugating 
And Tryna have my life not abbreviated 
As I’ve been saying 
So I sit here
Getting lost in the thinking

Crazy (Prod. Bhasper)

2nd Song off 8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

Lyrics:
LIKE A MOTH TO THE FLAME
PULL OUT THE BLADE 
AND BUCK 50 YO FACE 
HERE TO RUIN YOUR DAY 
FUCK UP YOUR LIFE 
LIKE A BAT 
TO A DISPLAY  
IM fuckin INSANE

Imma living enigma 
been grotesque 
Ever since a kid like
the chokey from Matilda 
This ain’t no persona 
I really do suffer 
from Schizophrenia 
Heavily medicated from the paraphernalia 
Here today
gone tomorrow
Peoples I love you’s 
are so fuckin hollow
this life is a tough pill
to swallow
paradigm shift

Smokin hella cannabis 
pop you like a sedative 
wanna see you 
cease to exist 
Trife is rife 
Ubiquitous 
been grandfathered into this 
madness 
finna drop out this bitch
like i did college 
but i’m leavin behind all this carnage 
finna take motherfuckas out 
like they garbage 
cause i’m here 
just to cause damage 

LIKE A MOTH TO THE FLAME
PULL OUT THE BLADE 
AND BUCK 50 YO FACE 
HERE TO RUIN YOUR DAY 
FUCK UP YOUR LIFE 
LIKE A BAT 
TO A DISPLAY  
IM fuckin INSANE

I got two .380s in my socks aye bitch 
I got 4 k pins cause saliva anxious 
I got 6 shells ready bust ya fuckin brain in
I got 8corpses finna leave ya faceless

I’m gonna
Come in the back
Wait and attack
Turning yo cranium black
Sipping the yac 
Gripping the mac 
Putting yo limbs in a bag
Fuckin a bad bitch
Sally G never be average
Coming up out the ashes
Sinner and never distracted

I got a bitch she know she ain’t average 
I got a blunt I bet you can’t match it
Ruin yo life in just a few flashes
Then Grey gon disappear ain’t no magic

In the cemetery all the bodies looking edible 
Cannibal Hannibal dahmer with the chemicals
Sucka suck on my dick you be steady on it uh
Fuck is up, Whatchu want, leaking out my fucking nut

Pariahs (feat. Saliva Grey) [Prod. Bhasper]

1st SONG OFF 8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

Mista Smokes Alot (Hella Phonk Remix)
Lyrics:
Call me MR smokes a lot
Smokin hella pot 
Dead bitch in the parking lot
Died from nod 
Premonition of phenomenon 
Life kill me not
Watch you fucking rot 
Call me Mr Smokes a lot 
Left handed cigs 
Puffin chronic 
Better know it
Got that liquid courage 
Raised to be fuckin stoic 
Listen 
I ain’t here for no picnic 
I am so careless
Ever wonder why I go by 8corpses

When yo homies say they know a guy
Bitch I’m the guy
Like the season 
WATCH YOU FALL
If I kill its plural
Put you on a
LIQUID DIET 
OF EMBALMING FLUID
Bitch I’m 
Built like Jason Vorhees 
IF THE LAKE He drowned in 
Was lsd 
I’m not here to fucking please 
Emo hood hippie 
hat trick in my attic
bipolar Schizophrenic ADDICT
Bitch I’m Batshit 
This ain’t something you can mimic

Mista Smokes Alot (Prod. ROOSEVELT & VEXD)

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:

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:

IM THAT ONE 
YOU CANT OUTRUN
CALL ME TIGER WOODS
THE WAY THAT I LEAVE A HOLE IN ONE
People acting nice to my face
but then gossip 
When my back turned 
then they wonder why 
that bridge burned 


They told me 
I’d never make it
Wow what a sentiment 
Sent myself into a sense 
of not wanting to be sentient 
Doing what I want
until I am sediment 
Sedulous 
Was cemented to the sedatives
Sedentary from that seductive 
Nature I said it is 

Became Visceral to repudiate
 my own accomplishments
Brain couldn’t
 accompany shame 
with acknowledgement 
Subconscious 
was sucked into it 

Drugs Simply a bandaid 
Causin Too much mental bandwidth 
Mental illness really 
giving me a knuckle sandwich 
I have chemistry 
With chemical imbalance
Just depleted chemically 
My noggin has a faculty 

Factually I’m Joggin 
in place with this misery 
It’s a mystery 
Mind boggling
I’m not yet a
casualty 
Casually in agony 
Paisley on my body 
Pacing through futility 
Succumbing to the anxiety 

IM THAT ONE 
YOU CANT OUTRUN
CALL ME TIGER WOODS
THE WAY THAT I LEAVE A HOLE IN ONE
People acting nice to my face
but then gossip 
When my back turned 
then they wonder why 
that bridge burned 

Grey the motherfucker put the batteries in a tube sock
Bust ya fuckin face smashing orbital im gonna moon walk
All up on yo grave, you a bitch, you’s a puta 
All ya bot ya plays, cyborg, you like boo ya
Stupid motherfucker think I really want ya bitch?
Yeah Ya hoe so disgusting ran thru every rapper dick
Only way I get to busting when I’m busting out the clip
From the hip shootin 30 I ain’t looking never miss 
Imma high flyer, I might decide to end ya life get the fire
Fire fire messiah wit the lighter
Choppa choppa sing like a choir send ya high up
Aiming at ya visor, get shot shot no pfizer 
Why the fuck y’all steady talking on my name?
Fuckin lames, sound the same, whatchya name huh? Aye
Wtf you want today?
Get tf up out my face
Fuck it ion want the fame uhh

IM THAT ONE 
YOU CANT OUTRUN
CALL ME TIGER WOODS
THE WAY THAT I LEAVE A HOLE IN ONE
People acting nice to my face
but then gossip 
When my back turned 
then they wonder why 
that bridge burned

MORBID (feat. Saliva Grey)

Trap - Hip Hop - Freestyle 2025 Music  High-Energy Mix#4455

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LYRICS -

What is the opperative
Losing ya consiousness
Aint no more profiting
We are the opposites
Breaking the promises
Lucifer offering
Claiming my dominance
What is the problem bitch
So catastrophic
We losing the profit
These niggas be wildin
We put em in coffins
there aint no more logic
Kim using atomic
This isnt a comic
Its just so ironic
That these mfs talkin shit
All that shit
That they got the nuclear but 
They aint nukin shit
Some niggas thinkin that they are befriending me
But they are now realizing
Theyre my enemies
Standing on my own grave
Wondering how i let the system turn me to a slave
Im really not trynna play they game
But they aint gonna do a thang
Cuz all of this tragedy
Losing my sanity
this aint a fantasy
Using profanity
Describing reality
Peoples mentality
Waisting vitality
Causing fatalities
Hitting capacity
Aint no more asking me
When did u ever think u was surpassing me
U aint harrasing me 
You just distracting me
U a distraction b
Fuck everythang
Man fuck what anyone say
Ima just do my thang
Ima just do my thang
Rolling  wit my gameplan till the death of me
I been seeing green lights none of yall ahead of me 
I am an animal
Eating these rappers up like im a cannibal
I am not casual
My speech is flamable
So supernatural
Damage collateral
Shooting so masterful
Boy u be talkin that shit like we aint put a spell on you 
U step up to me but u aint on my Pedastal
You is not better than me who the fuck is  you frontin to
Let me get a little bit more vicious
Let me show u why ill put chu with the fishes
Man The smith & wesson ready with the bullets in it
It could really pop off any fucking minute
This is aint where i gotta end my story
dodging all the demons trynna take my glory
But i aint really say none
Same bum mufucka since day one

BERNIEMACELEVEN - BER$ERK

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Lyrics:

What a god
Wasting time
Fuck I needa sacrifice
Looking at my bloody hands
Yeah that’s yo fucking life
Look at the corner with the candles
Yeah it needs the light 
In this room stuck 
Fuck
I got the devils fucking mind
Fucking stone cold
Sold my soul
Hope you know you hoe
Bullshit thru my head
Fuck I really want the fucking rope
Don’t piss me off mothafucka 
Unless you want really the smoke
Got the hounds that fucking rip 
Yeah you know that they at fault 
Thought you seek the help
Oh shit
Oh you reek 
Fuck my enemy’s 
Crawling to yo mind 
Mothafucka like a fucking centipede

We in hell
It’s baphoment
You can go
And talk more shit
See you lying hoe
Don’t expect us to go soft again x2

Fuck this
You dumb bitch
Got clips
With fucking causes
Buying from the weed man
I know you fucking saw this
Raised my fucking hand fuck you teach
Man that’s all bitch
I’m a god man put respect
Or you’ll be on the watch list
Telling me bullshit
But I don’t give a fuck
Man I’m over here 
Wasting all my time
I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore
Man I sold my soul for a dime 
I said I don’t give a fuck cuz I’m a demigod
I don’t give a fuck bc Im wasting time 
I don’t give a fuck cuz I am thee god
Mothafucka lemme say that I cannot die

MY HALO IS ON FIRE [prod.OhChaos混沌] (NOW ON SPOTIFY)

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Return Of The Mac (Prod. F L O W E R $)

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