MIXTAPE WITH MY LEFT OVER TRACKS, @veiledvisions FOR MY NEW MUSIC

SANCTUARY

ORDER:

(PROD. @kidsnorlax)

1. Gxner - @yxuragxner
2. Guap Sensei - @guapsensei
3. Majinscxrz - @majinscxrz
4. Mangotheonly - @impraying
5. Nukrito - @nukrito
6. Shisui - @shisuiwuzhere
7. Pinkblxxd - @pinkblxxd
8. KidSnorlax - @kidsnorlax
9. Nervexx - @nervexx
10. Brokie - @whosbrokie
11. Warlrd - @lil-warlrd
12. Yaux - @user-977109573
13. Cee18k - @cee18k
14. SoulBomb - @soulbomb4l
15. Jenx2 - @buckx2

ASHTRAY CYPHER (FEATS IN DESCRIPTION)

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

GUAP SENSEI (@guapsensei)
IG: www.instagram.com/guapsensei/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4XH9xkc2mNXR3VUt5Oehji

WARLRD (@lil-warlrd)
IG: https://www.instagram.com/warlrd_/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3DFjh3GURFeb2OnUk7WcUO?autoplay=true

LYRICS:
GXNER.

Shawty bad steady built like Billie Eilish
I got all the time in the world like it's Spy Kids
Imma take her tracks off then I'll get behind it
Gotta take my mask off look into my eyelids
Finna take it off (what)
I'm sipping on wok (what)
Moving cross the border I got coke up in my sock (what)
A kill you wanna order yeah my four will do the job
And all I do is murder imma roll up on an opp

Guap Sensei:
?

Warlrd:
Yeah speaking on me imma break your neck
Yeah pull up on you with that fucking tech
Yeah I don't care what you fucking rep
Pulling up on your block and hit a stain
Yeah I'll put my fist in your face
Big fucking choppa I let it erase
I'm sending these bullets right into your brain
If you speaking on me then you gon meet your fate

GXNER. :
Shawty bad steady built like Billie Eilish
I got all the time in the world like it's Spy Kids
Imma take her tracks off then I'll get behind it
Gotta take my mask off look into my eyelids

BILLIE EILISH (FEAT. CRAIG SCISSORHANDS + WARLRD) (PROD. YO.CTRL + YATOZEN)

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

CITRATE: (@areizaga)
www.instagram.com/_citrate/
open.spotify.com/artist/1H7bECKmC…rhSU5JGXe3Q&nd=1

KIDSNORLAX: (@kidsnorlax)
www.instagram.com/kidsnorlax/
open.spotify.com/artist/1dK4UZ6zuHSPzkWpCCQEIL

(prod @kidsnorlax)

(art by @glockeinthelocke)

LYRICS:
I don't feel okay
I think I might blow brain
Never doing great
Why do I live this way?
And she sure to hate
She still gonna suck my waist
And I'm sure to hang
I don't really need my face
AND I DON'T REALLY WANT TO MOVE ON
LOVE AIN'T TOO STRONG
All these drugs gonna help us move on
Take a new one
All these thots gonna take they clothes off
Baby hold off
All this white gonna take my nose off
I can't hold off
I don't feel okay in my own skin
I been battling thoughts within
I'm struggling, I can not live
She said that she want me to die again
I don't even care I know
And shawty been begging go tap her whole
Pat, pat, pat that strap I tote
Pass, pass, pass that strap and pole
Grab her neck and choke
I won't leave it alone
If I run up on him I know he ain't going home

Citrate:
Going down sending me right down to Hell
Taking shrooms and acid till I kill myself
being without you is the worst pain I felt
Fucking wish I had you bitch I can not tell
If I was alive would you die with me, no
I cry all the time cause my life is a joke
You lie all the time now I'm shy and alone
My mind is too fried to comply with you no
Yeah hate yourself
I don't know why you hate yourself cause you make me hate myself
Yeah hate yourself
I don't know why you hate yourself cause you make me hate myself
Talking down bitch I had it
Put you in the fucking ground you're a 
Letting off a 60 round automatic
Letting off a 60 round automatic

Kidsnorlax:
people say I wanna die
yeah I’m at the chapel
put you in the cerement
yeah I’m in the shadows
Drag her body out imma turn her to an angel
every part you’ve left me has been feeling so painful

Yeah, in the night I wear a skin mask
put you on a crucifix yo momma ask where you at
yeah, imma turn into a seraphim
eyes all over the room, angel pictures, cross on the curtains

In the forest, screaming loud
you’re so sorry bring you down
cause an arson in the town
drag your body to the mound

I don’t wanna think about the past but it haunts me
blood leaking out your face, got you like a zombie

GXNER:
YEAH I WANNA DIE AGAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIN

DIE AGAIN (FEAT. CITRATE + KIDSNORLAX)

LINKS:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(produced by @kidsnorlax)
(art by @rejectedreyna and @thisishallxween)

LYRICS:

Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home

Look back strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road
Look back strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road

Yeah I'm in the club posted up at the door
And I got my trues on all designer clothes
Shawty wearing nylon snap me through her phone
Like shawty take the night off hop inside the Rolls
I drop how much on my clothes like I don't even know
This a dead bunny bag I be matching with my bro
This a True Religion hoodie I'm a wear it on the road
And when I leave the club I'm a spend the night alone

Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home

BLOODY TRUEY HOODIE (PROD. KIDSNORLAX)

KAWAII KILLER (FEAT. KIDSNORLAX + REJECTEDREYNA) (PROD. 6SYNIC + TIGARO)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(art @rejectedreyna)
(prod @fonywallace + @cadenbobaden)

LYRICS:
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

That boy catchin knuckles, throwing punches like I'm Floyd
You know I'm swerving lanes causing crashes out the Royce
Shawty suck me up, use her mouth, lose her voice
And my choppa shake him up it gonna leave him Cameron Boyce
He getting chin checked in the pit I've had enough
Shawty liking how I taste so I sit it on her tongue
He get smoked like a vape ho we hittin his lungs
Straight chillin in the wraith, wanna street race or some?
Wanna street race or some, Imma put him on the curb
Imma let my weapon talk, imma let that .30 burst
This extendo on the glock gonna double how it hurts
Yeah I'm screaming for some cash you still gotta go to work (laugh track)
Uh take my money out the ATM
Bought another chopper now I'm slayin like it's pay to win
Uh yeah I made a major m
Hittin every shot like Kobe now the Lakers win
And my shawty so bad she hittin higher notes
13 shots hit him man we did him like Silento
Creeping down the building, Yeah I know it's gettin quiet tho
Shout out Tony stark ho I'm toting on an iron pole

Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

Imma turn him to a dead man
Straight head shots, hit his head man
Keep a glick tucked and a vest man
If he switch up blow his head in
Yeah someone had to let you know
I be lurkin in the night check the window
I be wearing all black match the tint hoe
My hoe foreign she be matching with the whip hoe

CRANK DAT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + CADENBOBADEN)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(prod @takizava)
(art @bobfrxst)

@whereisdox voice acting, lore begins

LYRICS:
Nah I really can't decide anymore
Do I wanna take your life? I can't lie well of course
Imma make his body slide out the porsche
That boy talking online, now his spine gon contort
Never tripping bout a hoe
Gonna keep it on the low
Stupid boy is causing problems, now they looking for his bones
I be stepping stepping stepping got margiellas on the floor
He thought we left him left him left him spin back and let it blow
I'm not mentally stable is that okay?
I think everydays a struggle I wake up and want to break
I've been staying up all night and then sleeping through the day
I been questioning my life is it really worth the pain

One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?

Oh my god I'm pissed off grab my choppa then I blow his face
New margiela kicks on, why I'm stepping always outta place
Imma take your limbs off, now your life is getting stripped away
Only thing that's guaranteed is your face and my 8 inch blade
I remember how you doubted me
Now I'm making double then your parents with no salary
Now you're coming back around and saying that you're proud of me
I hate everybody imma douse your house in gasoline
I don't even got to answer bro I'm making bigger moves
You been nothing but a cancer so I got an attitude
And this hatchet take your face off but I will go stab you too
Light a match and then I race off but my flames are after you

One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?

SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(prod @takizava + @akvri + @graden + @user-626310066 )

(art @hexdshxwt )

LYRICS:

Yeah, I'm in the big body and toting a shotty it's taking your dome out
Hoe you a fan you straight copy the whole sound
Shawty be bad I'm straight dogging her throat out
Shooter named Kevin he bring the eleven, I'm subtracting seven. I'm bringing the four out
I keep a stick gonna rip through the whole crowd
thirty round clip I don't need to reload now
Yeah , we gonna put a Nvzi in his place
I be stepping in these stompers, new rockers okay
Yeah hoe imma let you hang
If one persons in my way we're gonna up the murder rate
Yeah stupid hoe, you can't be main
This a toolie hoe, it gonna hit your brain
Put the barrel in his mouth, make him Kurt Cobain
Aye imma grab my knife, I feel like Ghost Face
Looking in the mirror I think imma really do it
And imma push the blade through, feel like Billy Loomis
And we are not the same dude, I'm really moving
And he gon get lobotomized, turn him stupid

I'm trying to be everything that you need
I'm trying but it's getting harder to breathe
Oh, I'm lying awake in my bed I can't sleep
And these thoughts fill my head, is she better with me?
Just to see you again there's a river I'd bleed
I won't leave you again, you are my everything
You are my everything
You are my everything
Bones they break it's not enough
Drag my name right through the mud
Silent days, I always hush
Burn away I'm always snuffed
Bones they break it's not enough
Drag my name right through the mud
Silent days, I always hush
Burn away I'm always snuffed

ALWAYS THE SAME (PROD. TAKIZAVA + AKVRI + GRADEN + SXZU)

LINKS

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

Kill Dyll (@kill_dyll)
IG: www.instagram.com/killxdyll/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/1r5YzslA0QwyIZISgHJrU7

art @spiiral

LYRICS:
Gxner:

Imma hop out the whip
He ain't run, ain't run, ain't run, ain't run get low
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

Dyll:
Body's catch bullets like a light to a moth
Fuckers try to press me, never knowin what it cost
Pushin ever bullet, every blade til they rot
Dead lullabies in their mind when I'm out

When out imma kill
What I'm bout bouta fill

Ever body with a shell
Is it fake, is it real
Bouta Swallow every pill
Just to feel something still
Imma take what I can
What I can't I am feelin
Im pealing back scalps
What I'm about
In constant agony
That's what I shout

Kill for the culture
And Kill for the clout
Dyll ain no vulture
He'll make you a spout
Imma be making it with or without
The fuckers against me
You Better watch out

Re up no payment
I'm pushin his face in
The curb in the pavement
The fuckers that hate me
Are really displacing
My thrown next to satan
Fuck you I hate em
I leave em encased in
A tomb, not located
A stain on my sneaker
You're nothing but faded
Nothing but jaded

Existence erased
I'm nothing but cold
Imma be Killin it til I am old
See him so brazy
Think that he tall
That fucker is lazy
I'll make him real small

Duck all these bullets
My k like to blow
His friends in the back all fold
And scream
GET LOW

Gxner:
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

GET LOW (FEAT. KILL DYLL) (PROD. CRVLLLY)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

prod @user-626310066

art @heptaknot

LYRICS:

Is it really my fault this time?
Is it really my fault at all?
I tried my best last night
And I ran into the wall
Is it really my fault this time?
Is it really my fault at all?
I tried my best last night
You didn't care at all

Can't do it anymore
My hearts lying on the floor
But I'd do it again, baby take away my pain
Can't live through it again, why won't I run away?
Imma black out in the back of a car
Run around I can't go to far
Lash out maybe open my scars
Pass out and make one more star
And I knew it really couldn't end well
And I knew it really could've been hell

Can't do it anymore
My hearts lying on the floor

Is it really my fault this time?
Is it really my fault at all?
I tried my best last night
And I ran into the wall
Is it really my fault this time?
Is it really my fault at all?
I tried my best last night
You didn't care at all

MY FAULT (PROD. SXZU)

LYRICS:
This choppa gonna bang it take your exhale
And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
Sniper really on your head like some pig tails
Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate
We leave him stranded
We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage
Imma leave him paralyzed, hoe I can not stand him
Lock on aim like a tattoo, hoe we got him branded
All I'm feelin is the jet lag, hoe I just landed
I'm inside of your place, cut the power
We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers
Sticks on me, got sticks on me you'll meet your final hours
Glick on me there's 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers

Yaux:
Body scorched yuh
Imma leave em torched yuh yuh
Sight distort yuh
Blood spill out in quarts

Show you to my basement imma take you on a tour
Blade up to your throat I know it hurts I’m wanting more

Dumb hoe what you want tho I can be your final breath uh
Pussy you a rookie I can smoke you like some meth uh
Switch up like a tassel your shit stink just like an asshole 
Suck me up like it a blackhole she can fit like all my length uh 

Been with the shit so long, got me toxic
You don’t got the key lil bitch need a lock pick
Smoking on cat piss you got that dog shit
Knocking on your backdoor bitch you better lock it

I gave her D so she call me professor
Im like a diamond I’m good under pressure
Bitch im a god so I’m changing the weather
Hop in the pit I’m still wearing a sweater

Gxner:
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate

SCORCHED (FEAT. YAUX + CRAIG SCISSORHANDS + BISSIBOI) (PROD. $TRANDED)

LYRICS:
Yeah I just wanna cut you better stand still
Imma slice you, hit your guts like I'm on Ant Hill
Yeah I record his death got his fans here
Yeah I rip at your flesh like a panther
I wanna cut, I wanna cut, I wanna cut I watch him bleed
Like shut him up please shut him up I put the tape over his teeth
I wanna cut, I wanna cut, I wanna cut I watch him bleed
Like shut him up please shut him up I put the tape over his teeth

Stomp out, late at night I'm roaming the road
Pop out, got my blade aligned with his throat
Put the pedal to the metal, hoe I'm always on go
I never settle, grip the metal, pop his back like Vlone
Yeah I been itchin just to get you killed
Yeah choppa kicking I like how you spill
Imma put him in a bodybag, leave in a landfill
And I'm swerving in a Pontiac got blood all on my wheels
Said he want me dead? Find me
Red eyes need my visine
He said he gonna kill me, I don't get it why you hiding
I'm the kerosene killer grab my match and then I'm lighting
I hate everybody hoe I'm praying that you try me

Yeah I just wanna cut you better stand still
Imma slice you, hit your guts like I'm on Ant Hill
Yeah I record his death got his fans here
Yeah I rip at your flesh like a panther
I wanna cut, I wanna cut, I wanna cut I watch him bleed
Like shut him up please shut him up I put the tape over his teeth
I wanna cut, I wanna cut, I wanna cut I watch him bleed
Like shut him up please shut him up I put the tape over his teeth

SHUT UP (PROD. MASONMANSON)

LYRICS:
Uh, stomp his head and crush into angel dust
Stupid talking on the net like I can't go and cut him up
Hoe I'm rocking Arcteryx but I still got one tucked
I don't even need a vest hoe, I'm fully snuffed up
I'm the reason you get gangstalked
30 of us hit your head, blow your brain off
And if I don't kill you dead, then it rains huh
I still got a hornhead check my face huh
I haven't felt okay in weeks
Man my vision start to tweak
And if something doesn't change then my wrists are gonna leak
And my shawty grade A boutta fill her ovaries
Everything is gonna break, ain't no one surviving me
And I'm really at your door ding dong
And if shawty think I want her then she know she dead wrong
And I'm really crushing skulls hoe I state in my song
And we really going mordum, Craig gonna take your limbs off
Uh you aren't immortal that I know
Imma different breed hoe I'm really going rogue
This a big stick hoe get low
Real drive by boy get off the road
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out

Yeah we really making sound out the whip
If he really gotta problem I got rounds in this clip
Yeah big body swerve around, let it rip
Put his body under mounds, hundred rounds meet his lip
Two xans now I'm stepping cross the road
My hoe built like Mulan how she gonna cut you whole
My vest bulletproof huh, you ain't giving me no holes
What this cleaver do? Uh it's gonna remove your soul
Yeah we out hunting in the night
Put his name down, he gonna fall like I'm Light
Imma chop him up, bloodstains on my Offwhite
Love guns but put a hole in the Alt Right

Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse

UNDER THE EARTH (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL)

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

GUAP SENSEI (@guapsensei)
IG: www.instagram.com/guapsensei/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4XH9xkc2mNXR3VUt5Oehji

art @heptaknot

LYRICS:

I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You ain’t stepping, Stephen Hawking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You not stepping, Stephen Hawking

Yeah i went and hopped in the Corvette, hoe imma drive like I’m drunk
She wanna take off her corset, take out her organs knew i was sick from the jump
I love my scissors and forceps, it make the floor wet when she be leaking out blood
I put a hole in your forehead, i’m at your doorstep no you ain’t seeing the sun
Step back, please tell that hoe to go step back
Like i gotta chain she got neck tats
Like she wanna ring better dead that
Like i’m pouring codeine inside of my Fanta and i put this lead where his head at
Like she wanna call but I do not answer i just take her friend put her legs back

I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You ain’t stepping, Stephen Hawking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You not stepping, Stephen Hawking

said that i love my scissors but i think i love all these racks more bitch
told you i cared about you and i trusted you now you just turn around backstab quick
you got connects but dont worry bout that at the end ima always get the last laugh bitch
pull up on him and stitch him up like lilo
i put that boy on the line like a free throw
theres a reason that i aint fold
you the face of a pussy and so's your bro
threw me under the bus you was kickin low
if i catch him in person ill rip his throat
every person thats ever touched my brand other than me is a bitch
id love to see your head covered in pins
run up on me and get torn into bits

I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You ain’t stepping, Stephen Hawking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You not stepping, Stephen Hawking

STEPPING (FEAT. CRAIG SCISSORHANDS) (PROD. JOKESMOKE)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

prod @ihytrevor + @takizava

art @afxtik

https://open.spotify.com/track/68WSHSEjzVuDdE3wDxAZL0?si=9b690045806448de

Lyrics:

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

Shoot him dead, I don’t want nobody leaving
We gon’ gut him now, I think Trevor need his kidney
We gon’ string him out and then hang him from the ceiling
He be bleeding out, I like watching as he’s leaking
I took out too many, pass the stick on to my dog
How you dropping out of school but still can’t stand to drop a song?
How you begging us for food but still can’t go and get a job?
How you lose two competitions and act like you still the boss?
Hope I catch you at a show, I could beat you into a sauce
You the size of every hoe, pick your chin up like when you talk
BB Simon on my waist, can’t remember like what’s the cost?
All my homies swinging sticks when we pull up, look like we golf

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

M4 on my left with an AK on the right
If he breathing hit his chest, rounds gon’ penetrate the spine
I’m in the field you still a ref, hit you even with the stripes
Really don’t got nothing left, I’ll be okay like if I die
Gotta new check imma blow it
I love my racks but i’m still gon’ throw it
She call me Dad, know that I’m chosen
Grip on his neck, I’m leaving him choking
Mac and straps on me, straps gon’ blow him like a sneeze
We gon’ tag and bag his team, then we put him underneath

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

WEDNESDAY (PROD. IHYTREVOR + TAKIZAVA)

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@m_ay77 - nowarden
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@gorttt - gort
@pixldustt - pixi
@bissiboi - bissi
@yungtraz - semtexxx
@quankk - quankk
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@kill_dyll - killdyll
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@unclegrant - uncle grant

BYUNGY CYPHER (ALL FEATS IN DESC.)

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Yeah I grab my blade just know that you not staying whole
Yeah I’m moving weight that’s how a hoe be stayin swole
Yeah I'm making plays while you been standing in the hole
Yeah, my hoe wanna bite and take a taste like cannibal
I know these hoes gonna tweak, second that they see my cash
All these rappers wanna beef, I ain’t even heard a track
Now my phones on DND, all the mentions make me mad
Cooking rock and concrete like i’m outta Breaking Bad

If i see you grab my stick and then I blow that
There ain’t no fearing hoe, i’m chillin off a prozac
And if he playing put the stick right where his nose at
And ain’t no feeling when we turn him to a toe tag
I’m catching bodies the lights going dim
Stain on the rari his head hit the whip
Blade stay on me, i cut at his lip
He talk out his neck we blow off his chin
Chainsaw on my lap half you hoes are gettin skinned
When you dying imma laugh, when you dying imma grin

CANNIBAL (FEAT. SEMTEXXX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

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Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

Yeah leave his body by the bridge
Leave no evidence, his case run colder than a fridge
He be talkin out his neck and now his throat is all in slits
And now my heart is turning black it's turning darker than eclipse
Yeah, raid his house let me blitz
Yeah, circle back no ellipse
Yeah, hit his head make it split
Yeah, and none these bills counterfeit
If I'm up on stage then I'm rocking some Ricks
I'm infected at the core now
Bodies hit the street, I ain't even up in Gore now
Think he safe right when he sleep, I be hiding in the corner
All his homies underneath, we be stepping on they corpse now
You only leaving as a corpse
You only leaving as a corpse
You only leaving as a-

Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

You gon' die inside this room and that's a fact
Imma smile while you bleed, all my homies gonna laugh
I can't lie I like lean, Imma sip to relax
I'm so fly Truey jeans with a big bunny bag
I can't leave the trap unless I got a blade yeah
And we gon' double back, put hollows in his brain yeah
Like imma runningback, I hit hoes everyday yeah
Like imma quarterback , im only making plays yeah
Yeah we put him under the earth
I keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse
Yeah we put him under the earth
I keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse

Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

AIN'T NOBODY GONNA LEAVE (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

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Yeah, just one more look at the world
You're still bleeding out, lying on the floor
Just smile, please just smile
Yeah and it's apparent I want death
And the killers still at large so the buildings getting swept
And whoever's still in charge get a bullet through the chest
I just pray they play they part and get put down like the rest
Yeah like I love my blade, you get snuffed that's for real
And you aren't important ain't change how I feel
View get distorted when I'm off the pill
Yeah, yeah all black attire yeah you know the drill
Bathe in his blood that's the ego ideal
I'm gonna crash out, he gettin spilled
He can't smile no, your alive bro, what's the deal?
I'm a pyro, hang me from tightropes, I kick the wheel
It's a cycle, I'm still a psycho, you're feeling fear
Please just die bro, I'm feeling vile hoe, you disappear
I ain't got time for a hoe
I'm hanging bodies, the end of the rope
Answer, "who calling?" then hang up the phone
Get rid of bodies, them hoes decompose
I'm putting hoes in the dirt
He lose his life while I sit back and smirk
He sitting there crying, I laugh at his hurt
We go for a ride in the back of a hearse

I'm a smile while I'm digging your grave
I'm a smile while I'm giving you pain
I'm a smile while the blood leaves your veins
I'm a smile while you all meet your f-

SMILE (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIEDINOCTOBER)

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All these bands steady busting out the safe
Like a ram I be flying to LA
Do a dance ho, drop and gimme face
Ho i’m way too faded should’ve joined the Yodie Gang
These hoes acting stupid I can’t answer
All these racks are coming in, count ‘em up until my hands hurt
I get trigger happy, i’m not talking no Skylanders
All you rapper be my sons, need to put you in some pampers
Yeah up that chopper, up that switch
Turn him to a gymnast, how these bullets make him flip?
We gonna spin him like a Beyblade, then I let it rip
You gon’ put me in a cage? I’m still taking out his ribs

Dirtnap, give that boy a dirtnap
Dirtbag, blood stained on my shirt bad
Dirtnap, give that boy a dirtnap
Twerk that, imma throw these big racks

DIRTNAP (FEAT. ISSBROKIE) (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL)

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Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

Yeah and I rip these hoes apart in about five ways
Addicted to murder, I'm still spinning driveways
She eat my banana, that ho like a primate
She use her skull said that I'm giving migraines
Off IPA's and I can't even drive straight
Cut off your friends and then wonder who's right hey
Please off yourself, ho I'm hoping you die hey, oh my god
How you live? Everybody in your circle doing fraud
How you live? I could never lend my ho out to my dog
I'm still him, that's why all my pockets covered up in knots
Hoes be simps, how she cheat on you and you write her a song?
Nah I can't feel my face anymore
His bodies chained to the floor
I grab my gun and unload
And I hate how you act like a ho
You acting dumb end up broke
I sit back pockets on swole

Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

She said I'm the man, shawty yeah I know I'm him
I can't control my hands, trigger itching when I spin
Ricky on my pants, I got BB on my limbs
Commas I got M's, Got a problem shoot and end
I miss when y'all acted hard, now y'all stay soft
My lil brodie dropped more bodies now then Ad*lf
I be really swinging sticks like I'm at baseball
I'm really playin with a switch turn you to Takeoff

Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

UNATTACHED (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL)

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We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)

Been some months I really don't like how y'all act
Really don't care bout my music, really do care bout my bag
Spill his blood out like communion, then I drink it up like tap
And I don't care bout solutions, if I see him then I jab
Till he blackout
Big body, imma park it at a trap house
Make bodies outta people in the background
And I love it how they copy all my tracks down
Once his ho pull up I bet she take her rack out
.9 inside the trunk but I keep 1 inside your head
I spent 10 in Saint Laurent and I ain't even cash a check
Put your homie in a blunt and then I go and cast a hex
Imma cut him to my songs, I've really fallen off the edge
I like how it feels as your life leaves my hands
I like how it feels as this knife meets your skin
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
I like how they body feel cold
Real rich yeah my ice on cold
Blitz him now you're lifeless ho
Blick him then divide his soul

We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)

TUMMY TUCK (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

ANGRY FOOT W/ KILLTAK (PROD. SXZU)

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art brainbits

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LYRICS:
I be leaning, grab a pitcher I be filling it with red
Y'all be leaving, quick to switch up so quit throwing up a set
Like a choker, when I meet her I be all over a neck
Trigger squeezing when I twitch yeah like I'm dealing with Tourettes
Body bag hoe, I be throwing paper at the press
Feeling lagged hoe, I just took an Oxy to the chest
Where my bag hoe? Imma up that thing and leave him dead
Now the mags low, stupid hoe you should've worn a vest
I got money out the scene, bought my hoe a different ring
And my hoe bought me a glock, it be hanging out my jeans
I be sipping too much wok, I be looking like a fiend
I don't stutter when I talk neither do my lil machine
Drive by we gon' spin in limousine
Turn his block to tyedye he be leaking on the street
Want the smoke? then light by I just hope nobody see
Light him up like firefly then we sting him like a bee

SCHLANKEEZEE (PROD. TAKIZAVA) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

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Lyrics:

Uh, when I hit the show that hoe be going dark
Then I grab the Rolls, I hit the road that hoe be push to start
Then I grab my pole, I'm with the smoke, I'm posted like a cart
Once this choppa blow, I feel Van Gogh I spray you into art
Big knocker like a speaker in my right hand
I be dropping all these bodies like a minute man
And I'm really good your hoe wanna mention man
I be really catching bodies off of Instagram
Dump his body I'm posted up like a pro
This an armed robbery now shut up and give me more
I'm at the morgue chopping I like it more when they cold
There's just no stopping you're dying here on the road
Watch his body go limp then I laugh
Yes you're dying and there's no strings attached
Long strides, Imma chase on your track
Long knife, blood stains on my rag
I get stupid with that tool
I'm smoking hoes out like a juul
It look like red dye in the pool
And off the oxy imma drool
I hope you rappers kick the stool
Said "I'm the king hoe, let me rule"
Sneaking xans right up in school
I got nobody left to lose

Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask
I got wok up in my Sprite, I mix lean right up with ice
And all my shots I aim to kill, when I shoot I be precise
What I cop came with a seal, so I'm pouring up a pint
I remembered who stayed real, rest of y'all be switching sides
Yeah I just dropped a pill, it be fizzing in my soda
Wockhardt then grab the wheel, I can't drive right when I'm sober
He be reaching I can feel so I put one in his shoulder
Enemy nuke incoming, it's over
Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask

KEEP THE PACE (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL + TAKIZAVA)

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Yeah hoes are gonna call i’ll be the first one not to answer
Perky gon’ dissolve I dropped like ten inside my Fanta
All I sip is wock, I pour a line up like a stanza
I get quick to dropping bodies I feel like a necromancer
Cut him till he cold, blood loss make him pale
Stick it in her gut, now that hoe look impaled
getting sick right from the cup, all this syrup got me snail
Imma split your homie up, half and half look like Dale
I don’t know what i’m on I just can’t see straight
I don’t know which I want, two hoes can’t save
Point a stick at his lungs now these goes gon’ shake
I’m too into these drugs now my hoe wanna break up 
Wock up in my chaser
My hoe too fine she don’t even wear no make up
Purp in Mellow Yellow now my cup look like the Lakers
Poured two lines that’s a score like a lay up
I up my stick we gon’ make the advance
I can’t see straight like i’m back on the xans
I got simons on waist, still i’m sagging my pants
I’m so geeked that my brain always stuck in a trance 

New blick by my waist uh
I’m too geeked I can’t tell if this laced uh
I’m too high, dropped a line in my Faygo
New headlights, I could die in this Range Rover

Brand new drac I feel kickback
got oxys, percs, i mix with Act
Hoes come in 2s look like Kit Kats
BB Belt my Trues still sag
Lose myself, still keep my bag
I choose myself these hoes can’t match
I love my bank, I love my pape, I love my, I love my cash
Now I gotta chain on my neck, mask still gon’ cover my face
And I put a band on his head, everybody turn and spray 
She in love she confess, I dont even know her name
She in love she confess, I dont even know her name

New blick by my waist uh
I’m too geeked I can’t tell if this laced uh
I’m too high, dropped a line in my Faygo
New headlights, I could die in this Range Rover

FINALLY LEGAL (PROD. TAKIZAVA + Z3NNY + VIRTHY) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

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Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Hoes gon' know me as the type to dig your grave
How you calling me obsessed when you stalking on my page?
Used to care about a check, now I'm really getting paid
Used to care about them texts, now I block hoes if they fake
Kicking doors now
Like rip the corpse out
And they ain't find him cause his body under boards now
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
DONT EVER LET UP
CANT KEEP MY HEAD UP
WHY IT SO HEAVY, I CANT TELL UH
NO ROOM TO STEP UP
I KEEP IT PENT UP
EVERYONE TELL THAT IM UNWELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

SWERVIN
TRYNNA SWITCH LANES UH
CURVING
CAUSE YOU BITCH MADE UH
I GOT A HOLE IN MY RIB CAGE YUH
RIP OUT YOUR HEART LIKE A DAMN GAME UH

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

NO ROOM LEFT (FEAT. YAUX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

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Yeah, I'm the type to cause a problem when I'm up
Big body ho, hoppin out the lane in Tonka trucks
He be cappin bout it all buddy built like Kid Trunks
He ain't bout to tap at all but my glick is gonna bust

I just popped a benzo where's my RPG
With the weeping willows, body under the trees
I could leave you below just for lookin at me
suppressor like a pillow put a ho back to sleep
ay brand new drac that ho got a kickback
yeah we gon kick your face, give that boy some whiplash
yeah even if it's laced you aint get a script back
I be pushin 90 all up on my whips dash
I just popped a benadryl now I'm hearin lights
now I be mixing minerals makin dirty sprite
we shoot at different intervals, we dont gotta fight
I'm makin triple what you do yellin at a mic
yeah yeah mix the benadryl in x 4

GXNER.

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