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DEVASTATE (PROD. KAISER)

lyrics:

i fell too
i wanted to save myself
i wanted to wait for a sign
that you want me too
every day
i ran away from myself
i wanted to wait for a sign
that you want me too

a sign

Shoutout to @danielsgone, @miyorator, @navvvi, @the0000, @lvstforpain, @ssjcxrpse, @stvrfire & @dhaelo for additional vocals at the end, wouldn't have anyone else help me burn the world down.

WITH: @LVSTFORPAIN & @DANIELSGONE
PROD: @SSJCXRPSE
MIX: @ZYROM & @LVSTFORPAIN
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[LVST]
People make me sick
Always leave me hungry straight sucking
Up on a dick
Always about cuffing ain't fucking with any bitch
I ain't trust no person, no human I won't give in
Always catch me in a bad habit
Like a jackrabbit I be jumping I ain't passive
Molasses knee-deep in acid
They call my ass a faggot
Like damn it, you got me laughing
Yo pussy passive rapping ain't happening pick up the actin
Please pick up the action
Please pick up the action
Killing every faction I fraction the ones that back in
You ain't working hard you be lifting without ya back in
Your mix got hella highs but where the fuck is all the back end
You can catch a backhand
Acting like hoe
You ain't own a pole you super sweet like oreo
You gon hold her hand and take that bimbo fucking home
Get no fucking dome got no respect you brittle boned

[SAINT SLEEP]
I've been steady losing hope
In the people on this planet
I just hope they fucking vanish
Every day that pass I just seem to get a little sadder
People on the street asking why my skin is suffocation blue
Get the fuck up out my face
Had with your ways I just hope you waste away I be counting down till its doomsday
Mark it on your planner and your calendar we playing ding dong ditch on the gates of heaven
Population control blow this mad world into pieces
Worn out places with these worn-out ghosts
Everybody walk off of the cliff looking for a job post
Jaw broke when they took a bite out of what's left of my hope
Push the deadline back close the shop for good we ain't ever selling shit again
Fishing through the bargain bin looking for my soul but I spent all my savings on a pole

[DANIELS GONE]
Picking up the pieces
Corner slang diseases
By the seasons
Niggas wanna stick
But carry no adhesive
Done with preaching to you niggas
I've accepted all the dumb and heartless
How am I gon trust you?
When you filling up your lungs with carbon
Dopamine fiends
High off ya ego
We don't share no commonwealth
Puerto Rico
Sticking needles like mosquito uh
On the social feeding your libido
All these kiddies filling in as a placebo
Shut the fuck up
Homie you was pussy from the jump
Niggas fuck around and flexing fake pumps
Snorting coke
Brain muck
Cancerous
I think I feel a lump
Fuck around and disappear like trump
Sick of feeling shrunk
Sick of being piled with the junk
I don't want them corny niggas in my bunk
Hella chatty when you drunk
Fake woke role-playing as a monk
Everybody got they shit but no spunk
No spunk
No spunk

[OUTRO]
If you wanna see the world burn say ayy ohh
If you wanna break some bones say ayy ohh
If you sick of living brittle say ayy ohh
If you wanna disappear and know nobody cares say ayy ohh

Black Lotus Emporium

Brittle Bones ft. LVST & daniels gone

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Brittle Bones ft. LVST & daniels gone [prod. cxrpse]

cutter [prod. triplesixdelete]

dong fang w/ biv [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

made this in 30 minutes

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FREDDIE DREDD - IM A MURDERER (PROD. RYAN C)

Underground Vol. 1: 1991-1994

Playa Hataz

Produced By: 
https://soundcloud.com/the-virus-uk

Guitar Recording / Co-Production By: 
https://soundcloud.com/valentinthemad

Track Playthrough: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nY2QGf0OuQg

1st Rapper: 
https://soundcloud.com/kamiyada

2nd Rapper: 
https://soundcloud.com/lambo-lawson

3rd Rapper: 
https://soundcloud.com/slen_lb

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IronOxide - Ft. Valentin The Mad | Kamiyada | Lambo Lawson | sℒen

lyrics 

incapable of love bitch im toxic
drug tests are the only time im positive 
i wish suffering and sadness had an off switch
thats why im drinking when i pop shit
thats why im puking in the faucet 
thats why back in early august 
i went to class with pills in my pocket 
but i left cus i cant work in an office
rather rot inside my closet make clothes sell beats
art is the only reason why im still breathing 
on my laptop all night when i cant sleep
back hurts cant see when will someone sign me
flying out to different states and countries trying to find me
all these meds jus make it hard to let my fucking mind speak
saying that she good for me but i aint good for nothing
mabye if im distant i can let my fucking soul free
nobody miss me
my mind is empty
someone come end me
someone come end me
x2
fuck a chain bitch id rather rock a noose 
when you better thats when locals want a truce 
but id rather crush up oxycontin put it in my goose
im already rotten what the fuck am i gon loose
what else can you do

biv

they aint give a fuck about me
they bluffed up lie through they teeth
loosing myself bitch you nothing to me
cant even sleep i cant breath
the fuck does you mean x2
aint no longer the team 
you gon act like you seen
pistols, poisons, and dreams
fuckas poppin them beans jus to lean for the scene 
you can miss me with all of that
fuck just to call her
bitch i need all of that
lil punk fuck where your collar at
fuck ya questions 
fuck ya life and lessons 
fuckas talk your blessings never get to steppin
a mofucka cant have shit
doing devil choke hold on my soul fantastic 
i wish you would mofucka 
you doing all the shit i wish i could mofucka
i pull up to your set i hope you good mofucka
all thoughts telling me i should mofucka
fuck around and leave this shit for good mofucka
clip to my lip let it rip blow the back out my hood mofucka

poison w/ biv

hook 1 / verse 1 (kill ebola)
just like gg allin eat my shit you rodents talk alot of it
throw back corpses off a bridge and locos when im popping shit
acid trip on pirate ships im davy joneses locker smith
pickle lick she half way giving head like when a nickel flip

lost my mind now im living in the bay
speaking foul till the flag keep on playing 
suspended license so i pulled up in a tank
playing hoarse on the porch getting baked
finger fuck a fucking asian slut im nutting in her braids 
leave her legless on the covers feeding semen off a plate 
dumping rodents in the gutters out in public off the drank
mixed with pills feel like a zombie shoot me rick impale my brain


verse 2 (kamaara) 

tucked away inside my home 
got bitches wondering where ive gone 
like bitch im getting fucking payed 
no time to fuck with none you lames
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 
i be in yo bitch that pussy feeling like an ocean
usually im trapped inside my mind about a bitch
but today im with ebola drinking gas and smoking it 


verse 3 (muppy)
honesty
you lacking it
took a part of me 
and subtracted it
watch your step
i attack again
nothings left
i wont make amends
why are they running from something that eventually gonna benefit them 
burden on burden they stacking up weight i been lurking all day now im counting to 10
everything comes to an end if you piling it up then its just gonna drop
their taking and taking its breaking im making a way out this eternal slop

hook 2 (jon lemon)
well well 
fifty fucking feet up floating till im felt
fare well
just might fuck your dream up leave em in a cell
x2
 (kill ebola)
you a dumb fuck you aint getting funds yuh
your paypal dryer than your hands in colder months yuh
fingers rolling something that you probly fucking cough up 
you aint fucking tough why you flexing what you aint got
bitches getting face fucked she crying off her makeup 
watch me pull up serving like a lunch truck lace punch 
drink it with my thick nut fingers in her pink cunt
watch her gobble scrambled sack for brunch im just having fun

(hxnjv)
eyes looking half-way dead
take the glock off safety and lock to your brain
time to get a new truck 'cause the heads dont fit and youre next
im kinda pissed, youre spitting over my name
dont make me grab you by the neck and choke you till its black
you lack realness and beg for attention on your tracks
worms in and worms out,bugs crawl out the mouth
and its a toxic wasteland
get infected and die slow

gg allin w/ jon lemon [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

siren sounds
hit the ground explosive rounds take out a town
blow me now open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds
sell their souls 
by the pound to make some gold 
inside rolling up the mold 
doubt ill be alive and old 
young and fold

clear glass full of red liquid love prescription 
breathing walls when the tablet kick in 
old ignition burning gas to cure my livid 
let me finish get a fucking second for the explanation of my recollection why you nothing but a slutty self centered cunt with a smelly one
got a smelly tongue burning russian creme when im giving up 
livings tough prolly gonna stop it when ive had enough
way too young
room is smoked out like a frat house bet you pass out 
ask how i be drinking popping burning louder than your bowl sounds
imma fowl mouth reaper in a hoodie bow down when i come around
with the wrong crowd

siren sounds [prod. kill ebola + pulse + plurbs]

my toxicity 
possibly passing fucking faucet leaks 
popping zs
unsticking psyche sawing problem trees
charring leaves 
teens fake kicking fuck boy soccer teams
armory 
ar aimed at where thy fucking targets be
janitor need to get my shit together pardon me
you probably pop whatevers poppin pathetic programmed honestly 
impulse escape embark with boo flew to a new odyssey 
but the problems always follow me like russian fans for darker beats
imma tard for weeks benzo bottle gone before the birds chirp 
hurt worse steady steady stumble down a spiral u cant nurse worth
best when you beside me stretch u out like its ur first birth
earths dirt do not disturb im trynna be in work first 
pardon me part of me partially ponder hard beliefs 
the other part retarded from popping pills tills its hard to breathe 
the other part is hard to sleep trys to pack up depart and leave 
withdrawing from reality atms local pharmacies
so pardon me 
why are you remarking bout me constantly 
i also wanna harm me keep talking cus it dont bother me 
distant how a father be web her face peter parker strings 
got offers on a coffin rockin chains i made from vulture beaks so pardon me

pardon me [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

tatted queen on top of me and she aint gotta carve now 
barred out sparked up drunk fuck throwing up
4 dros dunked in loco punch 
growing up slow enough
whip look like snow on the bluff 
prone in dust scope jus above your nostril now your postures fucked 
and floating up to kingdoms come
over sober leave you u frozen fucking soaked in cum 
front lobe dumber from the downers now im working numb
stitch my smile up cus life been loosing all its fun
steady pop till the coffin 
stop all the sobbin the thoughts leave you rotten 
let them jus talk going ghost aint responding 
puny ass people jus oculus 

im going ghost x4

ghost [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

my consciousness stuck out of reach
chemicals melt on my tongue as we rot at the beach
wash away in the sea

round and round it go roller coaster dome
dryer full of clothes head like all of those
show em wrote thru these flows surface spoke all they know
kick claps with off key tones catchy from pointless notes
fuck phones
land of the lazy braindeads 
same speds ate meds vibrated to your end
promo they make trend go lone aint make friends
my zone no defense we all weak meat flesh

block the thoughts with box of cough and sniffs
erasing pain and clocks its stops the sobbing quick 
forget myself for a while a growth apocalypse 
sore slept metal cots my car impounded hit
sought confidence like pockets hollow quick
stop locking lips bitch back to slobbing dick
thot thought she slick she aint that hard to get 
lard targeted get hit with shards of tin
push pins of twins of hers n hims who think they all so different 
but littler than litter shit and try so hard to fit it in
social skills petite women 
life is feet fitting you defeat driven 
she got meat mittens knees got fleece in em
seamen speed given she a need pin it 

you a loser moveable meat
chug kombucha chase it with bleach
medicine made my kidneys weak
weak wavs fill up your feed
fucker living like he deceased 
busy bee been grinding teeth
extinct

weak.wav

fuck me suck me sip my spunk
suck me misses lady like you manson on stage sip my spunk 
this song basic hate it fuck it i dont care ill just have fun
gag this girth grasp it firm
sack of sperm what you earned 
spunk dispersed quench yo thirst 
busted pipe leaking murk 
back on my shit dirt flinging onto it 
pits paws dig coffin quit popping shit kid
that motto aint it end up the end of the cig 
now mama panicking neurotics tripping in climax the flick
she wanna ride tell her polish the rims 
she wanna die thats another sad sim
snuff film for grim population gets trimmed

spunk

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Lyrics:

Every time I hear your name
Every time I walk down the street
Every time I meet a blonde lil thing
Nice titties, lil ass, drunk, throwing on me (which is often)
I tell everybody that you're crazy
Knowing that I'll prolly hit it next week
And I know a couple homies prolly gonna try to fuck you
But it's cool cause you're gonna tell me, I hate you
Nah, I'm playin, I don't miss you though
Tell the truth, I might be lying, I don't love you, though
I'm in denial, fuck (let's change the subject)

Mothafuckas know I'm busy, so they putting down deposits
Know the money my priority, they wanna be important
Got the homies trippin, I ain't ever bought a pair of jordan's
I been rocking vans since them shits were 40 dollars
Kid done copped em every color, gettin into some entanglements
She fuck the homie, I ain't trippin, get a badder bitch
They don't know me, say they love me, I ain't hearing it
Plot twist, I said it first, cause that's all it ever is
Yeah, that's all it ever is
Still thinking about you

Every time I hear your name
Every time I walk down the street
Every time I meet a blonde lil thing
Nice titties, lil ass, drunk, throwing on me (which is often)
I tell everybody that you're crazy
Knowing that I'll prolly hit it next week
And I know a couple homies prolly gonna try to fuck you
But it's cool cause you're gonna tell me, I hate you

Nah, I'll prolly never fuck you cause I know that bring some problems
If I'm really being honest, you ain't really what I wanted
Never loved you in the morning, I was just a lil lonely
We ain't really vibe, that's why I never tried
You just a waste of time, n now I'm making time
I can make it rhyme, puffin pine, get you off my mind
Took some signs from the guys, now I'm lookin at the odds
And I finally realized, reminiscing through the lies
That I'm better off alone, better in my zone
Better with progression, told a bitch to get the message
I been grinding for my mama, she ain't really get to stepping
I been reading through the lessons while I'm counting up the blessings
My obsession, oh, oh baby my obsession is not you
And if I'm being true, I could prolly find better
This what brought me to this letter, we ain't doin shit together
We ain't doin shit to, yeah (yeah)
We ain't doin shit together
I said I'm grinding for my mama
I ain't really with the drama
I ain't really with the drama, nah

Every time I hear your name
Every time I walk down the street
Every time I meet a blonde lil thing
Nice titties, lil ass, drunk, throwing on me (which is often)
I tell everybody that you're crazy
Knowing that I'll prolly hit it next week
And I know a couple homies prolly gonna try to fuck you
But it's cool cause you're gonna tell me, I hate you

dong fang w/ biv [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

Kill Ebola