ANGEL OF DEATH

A.S.H

A.S.H [prod. Undead Ronin]

IRONSIGHTS! (FT. demxnted)

RAZOR BLADES [BLXXD]

ART BY YOUNGNAUSEOUS
PROD BY CRAIG GUSSI

Aye
Everywhere I go to I feel like I’m out of place
They can’t make a case because they do not have a face
I’m gonna Kill you
Imma Leave you in the lake
hit you with a bat I wanna hear your bones break 

Every where I go to bitch I gotta keep a weapon
I don’t wanna talk because you ask too many questions 
You look kind of nervous I can tell by your expression
Screaming at the walls cause I can’t deal with my aggression

Break free 
I need release
Demons talking in my dreams
Wake up dead I wanna leave
Tear my skin and make me bleed
Reds the only thing I see
Fuck with me you gettin beat
Leave me out of it I don’t want help I want some space to breath 

I feel dead already dead inside I hate my life
I have demons in my brain they tell me take my life 
I feel paranoid so when I walk I have a knife 
I don’t wanna live sometimes I think I’d rather die

Pain inside my bones
I don’t wanna leave my home
I have ghosts inside my room and they’ve been Talkin through the smoke
I don’t want a thing to do with you because you are a joke
Hit you with the hammer I ain’t stoppin till your bones are broke

Imma grab the stone I hit your head in with a rock
I just took your bitch she got her lips around my cock
If you don’t want problems with me then I wouldn’t talk
Beat the bricks out of his ass and then he couldn’t walk

Aye
I don’t give a shit
I got different kinds of gasoline and it all hits
I have Demons telling me that I should call it quits
Wasn’t feelin like myself but now I’m lock-in in
I don’t give a shit

I dont give a fuck, bitch, I don’t really care
Use your mouth to much I smoke you like a fuckin square 
Make him disappear it’s like he wasn’t even there
Now I’m ready to attack I know you ain’t prepared 

I want destruction I just wanna see it burn to the ground
I want destruction I just wanna see it burn to the ground
I want destruction I just wanna see it burn to the ground
wish I wasn’t born sometimes I wish I wasn’t around

Aye
Everywhere I go to I feel like I’m out of place
They can’t make a case because they do not have a face
I’m gonna Kill you
Imma Leave you in the lake
hit you with a bat I wanna hear your bones break 

Every where I go to bitch I gotta keep a weapon
I don’t wanna talk because you ask too many questions 
You look kind of nervous I can tell by your expression
Screaming at the walls cause I can’t deal with my aggression

burn

BURN (PROD. CRAIG GUSSI)

FEAT: KILLRIDDLE (@killriddle)
PROD: SELFFROMENDTEETH
MIX: NYHTMARE (@666mare)
MAIN ART: HEADLESSTEA
BACKGROUND ART: PUPPYBREATH

[PUPPYBREATH]

THE ETERNAL GAZE OF THE SUFFERING MAN
MOUTH AGAPE AND MISSING BOTH HIS HANDS
TREMBLING IN FEAR FROM FEEDING THE CROWDS
WITH THE PROMISE THAT HOPE ABOUNDS TO DROWN THE
BURNING HATRED OF EXISTENCE
CLAIMING TO BE WHOLE WHEN YOU TRY TO BURROW DOWN
AT THE FACE OF RESISTANCE
YOU CAN'T MISS THIS
HOLDING NOTHING BACK WHEN YOU CAN'T EXPRESS SHIT

FIGHTING BACK THE POLTERGEIST 
CAN'T COME NEAR THIS
FULL FRONTAL ATTACK IF YOU SHOW HIS MASTER
SCRATCHING HIS TURF WITH ROCKS
YOU CAN'T SPOT HER
HOLDING UP THE ROOF WHEN THE BEAMS ARE PLASTIC
KNOCKING AT THE DOOR JUST TO SHOW YOU'RE ACTIVE

IT'S ALL SINFUL
THAT THE WEAKEST LIGHT WAS NEVER SHOWN TO BREATHE
AND ITS WASHING ON THE BEACH
GET EXPLOSIVES
TO EXPOSE HARPOONS THAT HE NEVER SPOKE OF

SWALLOW THE BRINE OF HIS SALTED CORPSE
SPOT THE WEEPING KEPT IN HIS REARVIEW
IT WILL ALWAYS HOLD HIM BACK STAYING NEUTRAL
IN THE WORST WAYS THAT HE HELD AS A VIRTUE
CAN'T REVERSE THE PATH IS BURNED
COMPLETING ALL HIS DAYS WITH A HOPE FOR SURVIVAL
FROM THE ONLY THING THAT COULD STRIP HIS TITLE
OF THE SOLID FIGURE, NEVER WAVERS
SELLING OUT YOUR BLOOD JUST TO PLEASE YOUR NEIGHBORS
SHRIVELED ON THE FLOOR, BUT NOBODY GIVES A SHIT

[KILLRIDDLE]

IMMA PULL UP TO THE TRAP WITH MY SWITCHBLADE 
DIDNT TAKE MY MEDS I THINK IM GOING INSANE 
2 TABS THEN I PUT MY BLADE TO UR RIBCAGE 
PIERCE UR FUCKIN SKIN N PIERCE UR LUNGS IM ON A RAMPAGE 

FUCK 
IMMA PULL UP ON U WITH A GLOCK 19 
THATS A SHOT TO UR DOME N A SHOT IN UR SPLEEN 
IF I GOT 20K I GIVE A COUPLE OUT FOR FREE 
NEED MORE PILLS BITCH IM A FUCKIN JUNKIE

IMMA PULL UP ON U WITH A GLOCK 19 
THATS A SHOT TO UR DOME N A SHOT IN UR SPLEEN 
IF I GOT 20K I GIVE A COUPLE OUT FOR FREE 
NEED MORE PILLS BITCH IM A FUCKIN JUNKIE

IMMA PULL UP TO THE TRAP WITH MY SWITCHBLADE 
DIDNT TAKE MY MEDS I THINK IM GOING INSANE 
2 TABS THEN I PUT MY BLADE TO UR RIBCAGE 
PIERCE UR FUCKIN SKIN N PIERCE UR LUNGS IM ON A RAMPAGE 

GOT A BODY IN THE TRUNK AND A BODY IN A BAG 
MAN DOWN GOT ANOTHER BODY WITH A DOG TAG 
GOT A GLOCK TO UR HEAD AND A BLADE IN MY HAND 
I BEEN ON THE SILK ROAD I BEEN STACKIN UP BANDS

GOT A BODY IN THE TRUNK AND A BODY IN A BAG
MAN DOWN GOT ANOTHER BODY WITH A DOG TAG 
GOT A GLOCK TO UR HEAD AND A BLADE IN MY HAND
I BEEN ON THE SILK ROAD I BEEN STACKIN UP BANDS

FUCK
IMMA PULL UP ON U WITH A GLOCK 19
THATS A SHOT TO UR DOME N A SHOT IN UR SPLEEN
IF I GOT 20K I GIVE A COUPLE OUT FOR FREE
NEED MORE PILLS BITCH IM A FUCKIN JUNKIE

SALT:BRINE (W/ KILLRIDDLE) (prod. sawhlxre)


produced by @fuckscorn
feat @fuckscorn & @jacksaws
masterd by me
cover art by @ rexer.jpg on Insta

BUCKSHOT ROULETTE W/ JACKSAW x SCORN [SCORN]

feat @954edd

prod yeahdudejoshishere

"DO NOT DISTURB" mixtape coming soon

AIN'T GOIN OUT LIKE THAT w/ EDDISON

PROD: hicartel (@hicartel) + Nyhtmare (@666mare)
MIX: Nyhtmare (@666mare)
FOREGROUND ART: sldt (@sldtlol)
BACKGROUND ART: PUPPYBREATH (@puppybreathmusic)

YOU'RE LIVING IN A FREEZER BOX
CONTAINING HEADS OF PASSIVE MINORS
CRACKING SKULLS TO FILL WITH GOLD
BUT ALL YOU HAD ON HAND WAS CONCRETE
SLOP TO STRUCTURE FUSED MY THINKING
PART OF THE SHIP, PART OF THE CREW
SHAVING THE EDGE, RUNNING ME THROUGH
MADE TO BECOME A PIECE OF YOU
WHEN YOU THEN BOLT IT IN WITH SCREWS
I SEE THE PICTURES SNAPPED OF YOU
I HEAR YOUR VOICE INSIDE MY VOICE
MY YOUNGEST MEMORIES ABUSED
SURVIVED THE TRAUMA, HAD NO CHOICE

ABORT THE PLAN, IT WONT PAN OUT TO PASS INTO THE PASTURE
WHERE I SIT DEVOID OF PAIN AND PONDER
WHY I COULDN'T TALK WITHOUT THE RINGING OF HIS JUDGMENT
HUMBLE BUT I'M SELF DESTRUCTIVE
SUCKLE WATER FROM THE BOTTLE TO RUN BACK UPON THE WHEEL
I'M CAUTERIZING ALL THE CUTS TO SEAL THE VENOM RUNNING THROUGH MY CAPILLARIES
MY BONES BURIED IN THE YARD
ARE SHALLOW PRIZES FOR THE WOLVES THAT DIG TO FIND A SCRAP
UPON THE CREAKING WOOD I SAT
UNTIL THE GNATS FLEW IN MY EYELIDS
NEVER TAUGHT TO RUN FOR COVER
BUT MY NET WAS NEVER UNDER
IT'S REVOKED FOR TRULY LIVING
THEN I'LL DIE FOR NOTHING TO ME

WRAPPED IN THE BACK, A SHELL OF WHAT WAS
FINGERNAILS BLOODY FROM DIGGING THROUGH THE MUD
THE SKY WEEPS DOWN ON TWO DEAD SOULS
ONE IN THE BED AND THE OTHER ON PATROL
FEEDING OFF THE TENDER BODY BUT WE ARE IDENTICAL
TEARING THROUGH THE MELTING SKIN, LOOKING FOR THE SPINAL CORD

BOARDING IN THE CABIN OF A PLANE
SOMETHING GOOD IS GONNA HAPPEN
IF I SAY THAT IT COULD HAPPEN
BUT MY LIFE WAS IN YOUR CLUTCHES
WITH MY STORY ON A NAPKIN
ITS DISPOSABLE TO WHAT YOU THOUGHT
COULD EVER MATTER, IT'S ALL ROT
THE COOKIE CUTTER CHEMISTRY THAT YOU UPLIFT IS KILLING ME
YOU COULDN'T TAKE A FAGGOT SO YOU HAD TO SHOW ME YOU'RE A FAGGOT
SHAME UPON MY SHOULDERS BROUGHT UPON MY HEAD JUST LIKE A MALLET
TALKING WITH YOUR FISTS COULDNT REPRESS THAT YOU JUST HATE YOURSELF
A WELL CONSTRUCTED BOT THAT ONLY KNOWS HOW TO DESTROY THE WEAKER
BITCH YOU COULD SOON MEET YOUR MAKER THEN TO TASTE YOUR OWN TRUE FLAVOR
YOU'RE SO BITTER, SALT LIKE CAPERS
NEVER LEARNED TO NOT BE CATERED
RAGING FUCKBOY HUNTING CHILDREN
THOUGH YOU BRED YOUR OWN ABUSIVE PLAY TOY

IF I WERE EVER IN HER SHOES
I'D HANG MYSELF WITH MY OWN CORD
THE FRESHEST LIFE IS PRIME FOR THE OBITUARY POST
I COULDN'T HOLD HER CLOSE TO KEEP THE EVIL FROM HER EVERY DAY ENCOUNTERS
AS I WATCH MY DNA SOON TO BE RAISED INTO THE SLAUGHTER
THE ONE WHO HELD MY FINGER ON THE TRIGGER IS REWARDED FOR HIS EFFORTS
BUT I'M ONLY HELD AS DIFFERENT SO I'M LABELED AS OBTRUSIVE

WRAPPED IN THE BACK, A SHELL OF WHAT WAS
FINGERNAILS BLOODY FROM DIGGING THROUGH THE MUD
THE SKY WEEPS DOWN ON TWO DEAD SOULS
ONE IN THE BED AND THE OTHER ON PATROL
FEEDING OFF THE TENDER BODY BUT WE ARE IDENTICAL
TEARING THROUGH THE MELTING SKIN, LOOKING FOR THE SPINAL CORD

OBITUARY (prod. hicartel + Nyhtmare)

Produced by: hangingskeletons 
Mix/master by: Phil the void
Cover by : TRIST B
Lyrics by: MILITXNT

LYRICS:

Run to ya block pop a shot shit is critical 
walking with confidence I’m  ready get physical
 u not a dog u are nothing but typical 
 I am the one with a 9 by a 19 mm 
I am the one with a 9 by a 19 killa heater 
Pull up with a blade to his face ready bang wit a k gotta beam in the case spray down the place 
fall down and faint blood look like paint walk in the bank ready break up the safe 
Come from below black blood in my veins
 come from below black blood on my face 
break from these chains imma be the remains 
I am deranged
Bones inside my home 
I need to go 
I gotta pill inside my throat I’m bout to choke  
I need to burn the bridge and boats
the horns are coming out my cloak
 lm  having conversation with myself
 I put his head on top my shelf 
I feel the blood inside my nails
MILITXNT is all we know got Glocks and sticks I’m ready blow
 motherfucking hands are red from blood I’m sipping slow 
Kill a pussy at my mother fucking show 
put my hands around his throat 
with a bloody fucking nose body lost nobody knows
Shut the fuck up
 shut the fuck up
 shut the fuck up 
shut the fuck up 
shut the fuck up

STFU!

@HXLX
ART BY SEWSHUT

THIS IS HOW TO KILL A BITCH 🧟🔪

LYRICS:

IMMA SHOW U BITCHES HOW TO FUCKIN MAKE A BLOODY MESS
IMMA TAKE UR ORGANS OUT ILL PUT UR BODY TO THE TEST
THIS IS HOW TO KILL A BITCH
I PUT THAT BITCH DOWN TO REST
I LIKE PLAYING WITH UR ORGANS, UR BODY MAKES ME SO OBSESSED

FIRST I MIX SOME FUCKING CHLOROFORM AND I PUT IT TO UR MOUTH
BREATHE THAT FUCKIN SHIT IN FOR ME IMMA KNOCK U FUCKIN OUT
SIPPIN ON THAT VODKA UNTIL MY WHOLE LIVER TAPPIN OUT
GOT SO MANY VOICES IN MY HEAD I DRINK TO SHUT THEM OUT

THEN I RUN UP ON THAT PUSSY STAB EM, FILM IT ON MY PHONE
IMMA BEAT U TIL U LOSE ONE OF UR FUCKIN CHROMASOMES
FEED U UP WITH DRUGS UNTIL UR MOUTH IS POURING OUT WITH FOAM
IMMA SKIN U WITH MY BLADE UNTIL UR NOTHIN BUT A BONE

IMMA TIE EM UP JUST LIKE IM JIGSAW
PUT A TRAP ON THEIR HEAD, ATTACH THE SCREWS TO THEIR JAW
MY BLADE A BIT BLUNT BUT I GO IN RAW
PRETEND THIS IS A GAME AND IM JUST ADDING TO MY SCORE

TIE THEIR BODY UP, START TO CUT THEIR FLESH
IMMA PUT IT IN A COOLER SO THAT SHIT STAYS FRESH
ALWAYS KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE MOTHER-FUCKIN FEDS
IF THEY LURK AROUND FOR TOO LONG FIND A BRAND NEW ADDRESS

IMMA SHOW U BITCHES HOW TO FUCKIN MAKE A BLOODY MESS
IMMA TAKE UR ORGANS OUT ILL PUT UR BODY TO THE TEST
THIS IS HOW TO KILL A BITCH
IMMA PUT THAT BITCH TO REST
I LIKE PLAYING WITH UR ORGANS, UR BODY MAKES ME SO OBSESSED X2

TAKE UR FUCKIN SOUL OUT JUST LIKE HOW I TAKE UR BODY PARTS
FILLIN UP MY CUP WITH BLOOD AS I TAKE ALL UR LIMBS APART
U MIGHT FEEL A LITTLE SCRATCH THATS ONLY AS I FUCKIN START
UR BODY GONNA GIVE UP LONG BEFORE IM READY TO DEPART

HOW TO KILL A BITCH (PROD. HXLX)

RAHHHHH ITS FINALLY OUT
(this fucking song took us like 3 months)
lyrics and all plats soon! STAY TUNED!

Just a lil longer

PROD- https://soundcloud.com/prodkairopter
VOID- https://soundcloud.com/voidkys

LYRICS:
BRUUDE

You know 
it’s so funny to me 
to see you all stop and stare and point at me like I’m the weird one for going against the stream 
But the real it is
you’re all just weak 


You got nothing to show for the life that you live
You can beg if you want I’m not one to forgive
Even the way that you walk is a sin
But you’re not walking you’re drowning 
yet you know how to swim
I am so tired of people like you
You stress everywhere but got nothing to do
So busy with nothing but nothing is new
They made you the prison and you got no clue
Go against the slaves you are dreaming awake
Or just follow the herd let your death be a waste
There is no turning back when you realize your fate

Am I the only one caring I wonder
Why are you walking around in a slumber
Eating like slaves while you’re all getting dumber
Where is your God cuz this world going under

So many souls that are trapped in a dream
They are burning their bridge as the mind of free
Eyes in their skulls but unable to see
You are nothing but cogs spin the machine
This world is a fraud awake from your sleep


It’s funny how none of you fucking cares 
It’s like you wanna be dead 
You’re all cogs 
Afraid to stop spinning because you’ve done nothing else for your entire life
Then what they told you to and you are afraid to give up because you know nothing else
stop being so fucking weak

VOID

Cog ov the god spinning and turning
always wondering why youre always fucking hurting 
sitting on your ass while you feel worthless
noboby cares prove that you’re worth it
all you fuckers care about is yourselfs
blind to the truth wakeup youre under a spell 
how can you take it
now youre all complacent
soulless looking faces
surround me in all places

c23

Drymitri