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Glock in the Mosh Pit

RAGE HYPE

LXXIV/KASHIMOTU

PROD @ikvri

--LYRICS--

when lx start roaming they closing they curtains expose me to crosses my skin get to burning/
choppa start bussing at vermin we curve em, the police start knocking I’m in the stu working/

I’m always hated but I’m always chosen I’ve been the one leaving em mangled and broken/
this ain’t a joke imma blow like osama yo face on the counter the room is left smoking/

changing the way that you fuckers cooperate I cannot wait till I paint that room/
red/
is it all in my head, boy I don’t really know I think I might be dead/

fuck what you heard I’m the on with the gun leave it smoking if you think I hold if for fun/
nothing funny when outside isn’t sunny I lurk in the shadows my foes turn to none/

what’s that?/
it’s a glock 45 with a toe tag get a body bag quick/
imma dip in the whip with the gang then go back home and prepare for the next hit/
that’s an all black fit with a mask to match, he keep talking that shit get his body snatched/
& I hit with speed that’s a fast attack, I’ve been off them Percs but I might relapse/

you cant hide man the devil been lurking/
I need blood so the timing is perfect/
walk in the crib and the crosses burning, lx ain’t around his soul deserted/
change my ways I could never do that/
man it’s all im gods plan imma face the fact/
imma grab that trap then reverse it, purge it, blow off my head get a surgeon/
ion pray to no god only pray to myself/
& I pray to that weapon that sit on my shelf/
like a cancer cell only time will tell, if it’ll fuck me over or if all is well/
but imma spin that block like a carousel/
send every gang banger straight down to hell/ 
& we all prevail when you don’t take that shit, if you wanna test then imma put yo ass in an acid bath I grab the mac then blast his back nothing sweet when the god attack/
you fucking fag we never lack, no time for cap, when you see me it’s a wrap/
boy it’s a wrap I wipe off maps/
I just snap then my killas come fast/
hit ya crib then we dip with the cash, we don’t leave a witness better run like the flash/
face to face with everybody I hate/
break the chains then I roam with the greats/
laser aim i shoot for nothing but brains/
I’m insane so I can’t be blamed/
lace the blunt I smoke straight propane, put coke in my nose then I kill all my foes/
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS 
WILL I GET BETTER WHO KNOWS

Spotify & Apple Music

God Wants It This Way [PROD. IKVRI]

prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

more shit for ur ears !!!!

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[Lyrics]

smoke fill my chest till it’s puffing out /
feel that burn in my lungs then I cough it out/
all my weed smell like feet I got chronic gout/
fuck you thought about me don’t want any clout/
listen closely I am here for the art and the money, I’m done funny business shut it down/
running they mouth till they flop like a trout/
whole squad laughing yall nothing but clowns/

come out the dungeon got blades on my waist, imma prick I might poke if you don’t give me space/
can’t wait to see how you pop in the face when the tip of this shit ripping through every vein/
controlling fates like this life is a game/
no one to blame but myself it’s a shame/
soak up the dark till it rip me apart I ain’t claim to be hard, you’re the one in the grave/

everyday has been feeling the same I wake up pour my potion and pray/
can’t even live in the darkness no more when the demons approach they all know me by name/
not even worth tryina cover my face I ain’t safe anymore got a soul they gon take/
bitch I’ve been up for 3 days off a addys the only objective is just stay awake/

bitch, Im eroding the walls of reality I got a strategy so that the angels fall down on me/
I turn a normal hoe life to a tragedy, Bonnie she cooling with Clyde & she blast for me/ 
ready for war call Calvary/
got fake fake friends burn them off like some calories/
but it’s fuck ‘em I know that they jealous cause I went and spent they whole salary, all in a day/
prolly on weed and some weaponry, fuck it I take off yo top of you mess with me/
we got a problem if you think I’m fuckin yo hoe for anything that’s more than free/

you bet I don’t break/
I might be fucked cause I thought I was safe/
how in the fuck do they know me by name/
always so fucked when they know you by name/ YUH

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SOAK UP THE DARK [PROD. WHITECXFFIN] (lyrics in desc.)

prod ??

too sick with it/ 
I ain’t satisfied till every noose has a muhfuckin neck in it/
don’t know how to feel, after popping these pills , lx aint even real, always stay hidden/
checked out from the drugs in my mind what I do this time, I don’t know?
blinds close quick when I go roam/
hold that stick my waist all chrome/
blacked out whips slide by yo home/
solar eclipse when the fye hits your dome/
go off the grid cause I’m tracking yo phone or forever be scarred i wont do it alone/

Tommy guns make em run like Capone/
mafia shit my crew full of unknowns/
in the dirt I left a pile of bones/
on the trees I left some blood for the crows/

fantasize about the murder tactics/
hit squad got em doing backflips/
put that muhfucka in a casket/
keep the strap safe in the mattress/
fuck 12 we get real active/
in the bank take em all captive/
hoodied up they aint know what happend/
ghosts came through and caused havok bitch/

TOO SICK

DOLO freestyle

LIFE  [Ft. BKTHERULA] prod. Solsa

ig: antiisded
Out on all platforms⭐️
https://youtu.be/uKaNqUgDAz4

Lyrics:
Fist a blunts fuck it up 
Never mind not enough
Bitch my time is fuckin money I ain't spending it on sluts
Ever since I could remember I been running out a luck 
So I'm running outta patience 
Russian roulette wit a full ass chamber 
Fuck a banger hoe I speak what's on my mind
Niggas Google every drug n find a way to go n rhyme em
Should be placed in the asylum maniac up on the track 
put this rap game on my back then kill myself got no regrets I'll let the reaper handle that
I'll let the reaper handle that
Run up on me pussy boy I never lack
Wanna see me fall best go blind it just won't happen
Yo bitch claim she loyal bet a nigga still gone tap it
Pull up in that bimmer see 5-0 I'm finna thrash it,
Issa one night staand bitch you best not bring yo baggage,
Bitch you is a clown, you is IT, You can't tag me,
Been gave up on love Everytime it's never lasting...

(Chorus)
Up all night w this pain
Hit the blunt to keep me sane

bluntliteslongnites [prod c freshco] (AMV IN DESC.)

GODZILLA WALKING
GOT ZILLA BUMPING BLUE TOOTH

STOMP
ON HIS JAW 
IF HE SELL ME SOMETHING TOO BOOF

SO MAD TRIGGA HAPPY
BITCHING YOU A WHOLE GOOF

NOMAD NIGGA
WALK AROUND I’M KEEPING NO ROOF

NO NAME
NIGGAS ALWAYS BLOW THEY SELF LIKE COBAIN

NO SHAME
DETESTABLE YOU FLEXIBLE LIKE LO-MEIN

GO BRAIN
FLY AWAY GET HIGHER THEN THE LOW PAIN

PROPANE
BLOWING UP YOU SLOWING UP SEE NO FAME

BITCH IM BUSY
TO BUSY TO FUCK AROUND

HEY, HIT THAT STIZZY BITCH
ASKING ABOUT MY POUND, NAH

MIGHT GO MISSIN
MY MISSION IS TO BE FREE

AND ALL YOU NIGGAS 
AINT CONTROLLING WHAT I BE


THAT BITCH GOT HIIIIGH FROM DRINKING MY PISS
I MIGHT FLYYYY AWAAAY I AINT THINKING OF KIDS 
YET MOM
WET BONG RIPPING
AINT SIPPIN ON TECH
AC, YACK
BACKWOODS
BUT I GOT FRONTO ON DECK
BLACK PACK

SAC TOWN SACK UP IN MY BACKPACK
BLACK MACK
LIABLE TO RACK BACK
IF I SEE THAT HACK LACK 

HIT HIM WITH THAT RA RA
RIGHT INSIDE HIS CAR CAR
SITTING ON THE TAR TAR
FLOATING WHERE THE STARS FAR

BITCH IM BUSY
TO BUSY TO FUCK ABOUT
JEALOUS ASS KID HE
KEEP TRYING TO BLOCK MY ROUTE
MY PER-SPECTIVE AFFECTIVE
AT SPOTTING BULLSHIT
YOU DE-FECTIVE OBJECTIVE IS 
LET THE FULL CLIP

DUMP 
LIKE A DOOKIE
HE KNEW ME AND NOW HE DO NOT
HUMP ON HIS GROUPIES
THEY COOCHIES AND NUMBER TWO SPOTS
CLUMP MY FEELING IM PEAKING OFF T-TWO TABS
THUMP MY CEILING IT PEELING LIKE IT’S A NEW SCAB

(1:38)

TRUST NONE NO ONE HURT ME NO MORE
I FUCK WITH EM FROM THE RICH TO THE POOR
FLAT EARTH, ALL TURF F-FROM POLE TO POLE
DONT DRINK FROM THE TAP THEY TAPPIN YOUR SOUL

I WORK HARDER THAN THE PRESIDENT
SAVE THE ELEPHANTS
DISRESPECT AND IMMA HIT YA SET A PRECEDENT 

LISTEN TO ME IM THE REVERENT
MY DECREE WILL NEVER END
I BELIEVE THESE TRUTHS ARE SELF EVIDENT
HEAVEN SENT

ALL HAAAAIL SATAN AND SHIT
ON THE TV SEE ME DEBATING A BITCH
AS IF OUR MOVES AREN’T SCRIPTED AND WRIT
BY THE SAME MOTHER FUCKERS OWN YO DNA BITS

BITCH IM BUSY
TO BUSY LEADING THE FREE WORLD

WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF IT?
MAKE IT INTO A SEA WORLD!

LESS OF IT FOR FAUNA
LIKE LLAMAS ALL THE WEE SQUIRRELS

GIVE IT TO OSAMA 
THE BOMBER AT FREEDOM WE HURL

POSTED IN THE DVRK (PROD. WENDIGO)

C R E E P PROD LILSLASH ( EXCLUSIVE) NEW MIX

@lildvrkie
@wendigowendigo

2:21 - Part 2/3

KILL ALL HUMANS

LIL DARKIE - KILL ALL HUMANS ALL PARTS [1, 2/3] (PROD. WENDIGO)

i was genuinely pissed the fuck off when i recorded this


internet gangster yo life for the taking
finna pull up to yo crib leave it vacant 
you is a Pussy that shit is a statement I hit you 1 time and u turn to a patient 
yes I am patient I’ll wait for my placement you'll mourn ur homie and make his arrangements 
I am a legend a goat in the making it’s fuck the world and leave em all on the pavement 

aye, whatchu gonna do when I black out?
imma threat, killing shit, imma act out 
think he tough, but he not, pull the tek out 
put his mouth on the curb so he can’t shout 

run it up, on my own shit, I can’t trust a hoe not even my own bitch 
coming up, with our own shit, we been at the top fuck wit us get ur face split 

slide down on yo block for that fuck shit 
you can hide but bitch we are coming 
fuck a knife grab the pipe we is gunning 
like yo bitch we pull up get bussin 

grave digger feel one wit the coffin 
carving, guts lookin like a pumpkin 
infrared getchu killed through the curtain 
aim it up, air it out that’s for certain, YUH, YUH

I GOT YO BLOOD ON MY HANDS x8

LXXIV - aint been happy (demo) prod. mystxry

Godtone (prod. Anti)

prod by: the wonderful @mystxry
mixed by: me bitch

[lyrics for the deaf mfs]

got some numbers in my phone that won’t ring again they either died or I lost em in the place I’ve been/
and I won’t see your face again I’ve been depressed, been stressed ever since I was turning 10/
fast forward 5 years and I got the strap, makin baseball players turn to running backs/
left the scene with my brains intact and I can’t say the same for ur homie he ain’t coming back/
he coming back with a toe tag, op pack, I’m finna roll him up, smoke that/
I wreck (iraq) this shit like Baghdad, I’ve been with the shits like Aztec/
I’m late night counting up big racks/
said ur ballin? where the fuck is yo wrist at/
show ur head out in public imma clip that/
in my city I’m the number one suspect/
I am so use to the weight of my gun/
walk around town like I’m strapped up with none/
hate all you rappers you fuckers are shunned/
don’t care bout bitches I jus want my funds/
wait till you see what I got in the trunk, when I pull out that shotty that shit is a pump/
2 shots and he slumped, I am the face of death better not run YAA!/

I am so out of my mind

full force with the shit when i come with it/
I really kill rappers with no writtens/
I should name every track a freestyle but I show mercy to the one that got no business/
grippin a mic, you fall when a op in sight, the 44 that’s the venomous bite, the og I’m the genesis right? the teck 9 finna pierce his spine I wine and dine on fuckers at night/
I think I’m 80s how I’m spitting that crack shit/
if you talkin money you better back it/
In yo system like a muhfuckin addict/
plastic, all you motherfuckers so tragic/
and it’s tragic how you want smoke/
never burn anything but the ones that you hold close/
and it’s all for the pesos/
putting family and friends in white with some halos/
EL-EX

Missed Call prod. mystxry

HARD BODY (W/ LESHTER & NOVVATHAN)

COVID COUGH FEAT SAPPHIRE (prod. urios)

"SNAKES"

prod / engineered:
@WhatUpKali

(Written and performed by DrownMili)

Snakes

snakes!!! 🐍 (prod. whatupkali)

"Bloody Mink"

prod / engineered:
@WhatUpKali

(Written and performed by DrownMili)

Bloody Mink

bloody mink (prod. whatupkali)

"Freaking Out The Neighbors"

prod / engineered:
@WhatUpKali

(Written and performed by DrownMili)

Freaking Out My Neighbors

freaking out my neighbors >:)

BEDBUGS KEEP BITING
THATS WHY I DONT SLEEP IN THE NIGHT TIME
CREEPING IN THE SHADOWS WITH A GLOCK 9
IF YOU WANNA DIE CALL ME ANYTIME

OFF MY MEDS AND I MADE A MESS
WHY THE FUCK AM I SO DEPRESSED
THE VOICES CALLING AND I CANT STOP
FUCKED UP TILL MY BODY DROPS

HANDCUFFS AND FLASHING LIGHTS
THATS HOW IM GONNA END MY NIGHT
DONT BE SCARED JUST TAKE MY HAND
I'LL CUT IT OFF, RUN IF YOU CAN

WATCH YOUR BACK TONIGHT GIRL, WATCH YOUR BACK TONIGHT
(IF YOU CAN)
WATCH YOUR BACK TONIGHT GIRL, BETTER WATCH YOUR
(IF YOU CAN)

BEDBUGS KEEP BITING
THATS WHY I DONT SLEEP IN THE NIGHT TIME
CREEPING IN THE SHADOWS WITH A GLOCK 9
IF YOU WANNA DIE CALL ME ANYTIME

OH JUST TAKE ME AWAY TO A DIFFERENT PLACE WHERE ALL MY FANTASIES ARE TRUE
(AND ALL MY ENEMIES ARE DEAD)

BEDBUGS KEEP BITING
THATS WHY I DONT SLEEP IN THE NIGHT TIME
CREEPING IN THE SHADOWS WITH A GLOCK 9
IF YOU WANNA DIE CALL ME ANYTIME (X2)

I DONT KNOW WHAT IS REAL
AND MY REALITY IS BURSTING AT THE SEAMS AGAIN
AND I DONT WANNA TAKE IT

WATCH YOUR BACK TONIGHT GIRL, WATCH YOUR BACK TONIGHT GIRL
WATCH YOUR BACK TONIGHT GIRL, BETTER WATCH YOUR
(IF YOU CAN)

BEDBUGS KEEP BITING

BEDBUGS KEEP BITING

BED BUG (PROD. SYNDROME)

YOUR GONNA DIE IN THIS CAR (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

SOUND OF GRINDING A POLITICIAN'S SKULL INTO A FINE POWDER (FT. JOHNNASCUS) (PROD. WENDIGO)

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TR3: @cursedones
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