DOGWATER (mud)

I don't condone what Kirby did but I enjoy his music.

big cat! big bong!

No more then puppets on a string.

@jammato-biscuit

@prodvulpis

Produced by:
@skid-premise

Skinwalker (prod. PREMISE on the BEAT)

Decided to make a real quick thing with a friend. :3

Fun Bap (feat. L3)

🐺 WELCOME TO THE EXECUTION 🔪

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Lyrics:
I’m trippin off the 50 milly pull out hoppin in the Chevy
Paint the rubber on the pavement, waitin for my final payment
Leg up on the comp we faded 
rip the stick repeat the rage, it
fucks to be the people pleaser
Stats and numbers never meet em

Stick around and see us break it
Be afraid or let it sink in 
Lose yourself to social damage
Why the hell we let this happen

Rappin or deduction 
doesn’t matter we offend them with it
Poets of Destruction
Make em fold these bitches countin’ on it

SO LET ME GO
Yeah you know my fur is flammable
I HATE MYSELF
Yeah you know my Joy’s Intangible

SO LET ME FADE
I’m the need you try to hideaway
BETRAYED BY SHADE
I’m the malice in the underlay

BEEN FUCKED BY FATE
I’m not done I need another life
GON WIPE MY SLATE
I’m that feeling that you wanna fight

BEEN LOST ON SIGHT
Hope you ready for the execution
GON NEED MY SCYTHE
Hope you ready for the destination

Love it or deny it I’m the wulf who fucked your night up 
some be stressing over plays I’m here to fight the power suck ups
motherfuckers who be sayin shit, 
Stuck in social medias
Runaround pretend that you’re the savior of the internet 

A golden gift among the sheep you promised you was fuckin wit
But underneath you scared as shit, afraid of what they really think
You part the confluence of consequences lean into personas
Lose yourself inside the noise and burst a tec at those who hate you

FUCK THAT NOISE! 

I’d rather ruminate
On what makes losing touch
With humility a desired trait?
Or maybe you the type to consider 
Assholes an artistry
Another yung rapper who feels the racks to be necessary

Losin touch with gravity
just to be swallowed whole by it
Cryin out, “oh, woe is me”
Homie you bouta fold by it

Treating fame like icarus
Just to be burned alive beside
The Hatred that you have for the time
You were bein saved by it

So I think that I’ll take it
And by that I mean your everything
And anyone you loved is just a victim
To the hate that I’m leavin

You’ll never kick me out  
Cuz I’m the beast you try to drown
AND NOW I’M SICK OF STAYING PUT
I’M GONNA FUCK YOUR LIFE UP

TRIPPIN

OG song off of "Whole Lotta ED" Check it out 😜

https://soundcloud.com/idiotgang/sets/idiot-gang-x-lil-sewer-rat

"Imitation is the greatest form of meat-riding imaginable i stg" - dream

IDIOT GANG - JENGA (MAV COVER) [RE-PROD BY FLAIRIS]

featuring jammato
produced and mixed by me
mastered by cubox

*67

Every morn when I wake up, I make sure this gon’ be a better day
Look to the Son to catch His rays, I just deflect the shade
Writing all this music, I don’t care if this get hella plays
Do this just for me, your system set ablaze if my record can penetrate
No living passively, I won’t die a tragedy
I’m dumpster diving, snag the diamonds get this trash from me
You dishing blasphemy we kick you to the curb
Gimme a beat and we go berserk, one of these days we living lavishly
Get inspired, you move like you chasin’ an early retirement
I got the sauce and the means to keep shining a light through this mess of a worldly environment
Hop on the train if you heard of me, life couldn’t be no more clear to me
Boy got the blade and the burner he, claim he gon’ run up and murder me
None of you make me want pay for security
Take the high road, most y’all rappers finna take the lowest lane
She a fine girl, but all she do is blow like Oceangate
You in my world but you ain’t finna be my Lois Lane
You ain’t my girl, because I set my standards so insane
This the type of spit to make the devil wanna blow his brain
Push him to the brink with bayonets, he finna know His name
Me and all the clique we start a pit at every show we play
Think he special no he ain’t, think he special no he ain’t 

No living passively, I won’t die a tragedy
I’m dumpster diving, snag the diamonds get this trash from me
You dishing blasphemy we kick you to the curb
Gimme a beat and we go berserk, one of these days we living lavishly

Jammato

Promised my momma, that I ain’t gon die a tragedy
Need no advice while dumpster divin’ like it’s bad for me 
You put some jewels up in your crown, okay your majesty 
Y’all staying mad at me, all while my demons fast asleep
No this ain’t payback for when I ate scraps
No, this for all the same chaps who said we ain’t crap 
Like I just been the same kid grinding up from basements
Like I just lost my patience, working that dirty old day shift
Skipping on all of my payments, leave ‘em all, all of my laments 
Murder the beat and leave faceless, like why y’all people tasteless 
We muddy diamond chasing, that’s the money on the way 
Don’t you talk while I’m recording, I don’t care what people say 
Take the highway
Take the highway or we might spray
A couple words that take you down a peg onto my pace
Headed to the top straight from the bottom taking my place
Wear garbage as a crown, that’s a mind state, I might stay, gold’s fake
We might spray
A couple words that take you down a peg onto my pace
Headed to the top straight from the bottom taking my place
Wear garbage as a crown, that’s a mind state, I might stay, gold’s fake

No living passively, I won’t die a tragedy
I’m dumpster diving, snag the diamonds get this trash from me
You dishing blasphemy we kick you to the curb
Gimme a beat and we go berserk, one of these days we living lavishly

Skinwalker (prod. PREMISE on the BEAT)

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