PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW

JMattson:
Bitch I been living life like I just do not give a shit 
It’s hard to give a mothafuck even a little bit 
With the militia mothafucker we the syndicate
Been making money moves I manifest we militants been killin shit 
I’m back in the mix like fuck it
Snap on a bitch like fuck it
Back of the whip wit a wrap and a fifth and I crash and I dip like nothin ya
These mothafuckers need to figure out that ion fuck around we getting bigger now there ain’t too many I can fuck with now a pessimist 
HHM is what I’m reppin bitch you stupid motherfuckers need to know just who you messin with beretta clip 
Fuck a goon bitch I got specialists they poppin up outside ya crib when you be least expecting it 
I’m venemous 
I got blades and I got elegance 
Leave ya in the basement with the heads that I been severin developing
Lotta anger and adrenaline 
Call yourself a king you just a bitch and you irrelevant

AK3K:
get back mothafucka 
i’m running up with the cutta 
my flow is smoother than butta 
i’ll leave em dead in the gutta
yeah i’m strapped muhfucka 
wont leave em time to rebuttal
i’m smacking em with a shovel  
a pond to a little puddle 
i just want the fucking bands 
i don’t think they understand 
now i got the fucking world 
sitting on my fucking hand 
bitch i roll with the militia 
why you thinking you the man 
when you really wanna be us 
it was never in the plan 
yeah i gotta foreign bitch 
talk dirty to me in french
she rubbing up on my pants 
then letting me fuck her face 
she told me to keep the pace 
i love when she say my name 
arise and i break the chains 
who talking down on my name 
i’m the psycho mothafucka 
throw their in the body in the trunk 
ive been a fucking one of one 
who’s throwing down with anyone 
i feel better when i’m rolling, well just of the fucking drugs 
and i don’t let nobody close 
there ain’t a soul that i can trust 

MVKO:
Thinking you compare to us you look more like a dumb bitch,
Pussies shit their pants as soon as I show them the drum clip,
I'm a fucking beast Im killin everything i touch bitch,
Hold myself nice on my 2 feet I don't need a crutch bitch, 
got a Fatal smile,
Got my whole neck wrapped in razor wire,
Bullets hit your door it shatter windows we got graceful style,
Fuck a hoe make a wife a widow burn you in the fire,
Ima skrrt off in the foreign with this money I acquired, 
Why you testing me,
You can flex all you want still aint impressing me,
Aint upsetting me,
I'm gonna go hard till i got the pigs arresting me, 
Quit pressing me,
Bitch you know that HHM the recipe, 
10 miles from the shore,
Won't stop rocking the boat,
Tie you to the fuckin anchor and watch you sink to the floor, 
Bitch im higher then everest,
Spit my shit like a reverend,
Till I hang up my letterman,
Take your head and I sever it,

6th$ithLord:
Glock on my dick 
So I walk wit a limp 
Only fuckin wit a bitch 
If she sucking off rip 
Got no love for a thotty
Just this nut on her lip 
Ima disrespectful mf 
Talk all my shit 
Got this pistol on my hip 
You know I walk with it 
Keep on running lip 
Make sure yo jaw splitting 
Got this evil on my mind 
I’m feeling toxic with it 
With the milita bitch 
We tearing down your city 

Tha Dark $aiyan:
These mf hate on us because they see we leveled up
BITCH I SAID WE GET THA BREAD 
& I SAID WE WONT LET IT UP
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS WAN TALK THAT SHIT
TIL II REALLY PULL UP AT HIS HOUSE 
NEVER GET THIS SHIT CONFUSED 
YA KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IM BOUT
I got niggas on the west coast 
I got nigggas in the south 
People always acting hard 
But they just really run they mouth 
BITCH ASS NIGGA I GO DUMB 
SHE SAY IM HOT LIKE THE SUN
^ Ain’t GOT A BITCH. BUT I GOT SOME 
I GOT THA VISION YEA  I AM THE ONE

FATAL SMILE (Ft. AK3K, MVKO, 6th$ithLord & Tha Dark $aiyan) [Prod. FALLEN]

Only Warning - @CoaastGxd and @Sixthells
Produced by @Sxmpra
Mixed/Mastered by @Netuhbeats and Sixthells
Art by Halo Black

lyrics

[CoaastGxd]
So I said follow me (Follow me)
Now they all borrow or copy me
So much for obvious flattery
Had to be sad to see family suffering
Happily slashing 'til throats open sputtering

Lower than guts on the floor laying dormant
Lower than moss on the corpse of a forest
Lower than hell to exist for the torment
We the lowest that low gets

Bitch, we the lowest that low gets
I been draining your corpse like an orange
The blade penetrate you like four inch
I fuck her face
She was Mormon
Bitch we the lowest that low gets
I been scrubbing this blood out the foreign
Boutta dip its like 4 in the morning
You can consider this your only warning
Do you wanna play a game?
It's called "How many bodies can I fit at the bottom of the lake?"
Have I ever been sane?
I been running with the devil ever since i learned to think and lost faith
When every day's the same
The hurt, the pain,
The church, the shame it don't change
So i cursed the light and chose the flame
The dark rage stoked what became
A life lived inside of a heart-shaped cage
I evicerate you fully like a sarlacc pit
and then I spread your severed body on the tarmac pitch
Leave you leaking like a faucet from the off-hand stitch
You said you wanted to be dead well mother fucker here it is
I don't give a fuck about a change of heart
I can't stop once I start fuckin tearing you apart
The way I flay and then display you is a work of art
Grind your body to a powder
Load it
Smoke it in a cart

[Sixthells]
We're the undertaker
Life just get so bitter
Me and CoaastGxd ripping you apart
Better hide your sisters
No manners yea we hopeless
Take a glance fuck grasping at your heart

Fuck a pussy bitch up
Can't stop killing
Gas to the dome
Might grip on the chrome
Your faith just dropped to the floor from the ceiling
Opposite of basic
Flashback acid
Life's distorted
Living Maverick
Fuck what they think
And I think they just average
Facing the facts that they can't achieve greatness
Envy the past then you wanna feel nothing

Only Warning

Only Warning w/ Sixthells [Prod. SXMPRA]

AK3K  - CutUpHisFace (prod. unknwnshi)

Ak3k x Blckbrd - WITHOUT A TRACE (PROD. YUNG VENXM)

FUCK YOU  UNDEAD RONIN
ALL SOCIAL MEDIA :  _AK3K_

NEW MUSIC EVERY WEEK

LYRICS:
Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin 
With 100 sticks 
Each of them is silenced 
And the clip it holds 100 tips 
Saw em at the knees 
If they really think that they running shit 
I hate everybody you muhfuckas can suck a dick 
Face tatted up with a scythe 
Wanna fight? 
Wanna die? 
Got my glock 
And i'm not aiming down the sights 
Imma squeeze 
And you bleed 
Leave him leaking in the streets 
Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything 
Death to a fake bitch 
There's no conversation 
Grip em by the throat 
Then put the blade up in they face quick 
Hey kid 
You should really know i fucking hate this 
Acting like you love me 
Then that pussy fucking lane switched 
All you rappers pussy 
And i put that on my mama 
Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom 
If it ain't about the commas 
Ion want the fucking drama 
You aint poppin how im poppin 
Tell me get him then i got him 
Yeah yeah 
Got me fucked up bitch 
Yeah i run this shit 
Hollowtips packed up 
In my gun lil bitch 
Where you come from bitch 
You aint shot no shit 
I aint got no fucking vest up on the block lil bitch 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh 

Cause all these lil bitches 
Wanna talk talk talk talk 
You should turn around 
And fucking walk walk walk walk 
Dance around the problem 
Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz 
Cockin back the glock 
And it go pop pop pop pop 
Stop drop roll 
Don't fucking tempt me 
Cause i'll take your soul 
I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control 
Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl 
So fucking let go 
Ride around the town 
Choppa chop you like karate kid 
Skirt off in the whip 
I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch 
Talking like he tough 
But he's a call of duty lobby kid 
Rob you for your money in your wallet 
If you got it kid 
Tryin me i'm not the one 
I'll leave you in the fucking dirt 
Bitch i'm riding shotty 
Let the devil whip the fucking hearse 
Blade up in your stomach 
Wipe the blood off on your fucking shirt 
Voices in my head 
Are telling me this life a fucking curse 
Everybody talking but never walking the walk 
Now you're lifeless in the road 
And your body outlined with chalk 
You will never catch me lacking 
I'm working around the clock 
I'm focused all on my money 
So now i dont wanna talk 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh

AK3K - BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOM (PROD. FALLEN)

written & performed by @blckbrds & @gullyspit
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz & @gullyspit
cover by Blckbrd

LAWN w/ Gullyspit

MOBBS RADICAL x THE FALLEN KING x NOTIONS x MVKO- FXCK Y0U(PROD. ALYCE)

Oh yeah, we rise
Oh yeah, we grind, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, we shine
Oh yeah, it’s time, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, we rise
Oh yeah, we grind, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, we shine
Oh yeah, it’s time, yeah, yeah

They say
you would never end going to make it
They say
you would never take vacant
They say
you was played upon payments
Now I
dance up all upon their paygrades

She say, “For sure”
Way I move in silence, they don’t see what I’m built for
She been through the storm, but she still my encore



Yeah, I’m up one, lightyear, I’m gone (skrrt)
Touch stage, lights flash, my zone (yeah)
Whole crowd move like clones (uh)
Talk too much, boy, tone it low (shh)

They was sleepin’, now they play my sound
Keep my circle small, can’t play no clown
Look both ways when the price come ‘round
Truth stay loud when the lies die down

She like foshow
( lol )
She like foshow
Whole team stone cold

Oh yeah, we rise
Oh yeah, we grind, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, we shine
Oh yeah, it’s time, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, we rise
Oh yeah, we grind, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, we shine
Oh yeah, it’s time, yeah, yeah


New tone on me, no stress
Whole team move clean, no mess
Late nights, same dream, no rest
Still push weight like we bench that test


They was sleepin’, now they play my sound
Keep my circle small, can’t play no clown
Look both ways when the price come ‘round
Truth stay loud when the lies die down

They was sleepin’, now they play my sound
Keep my circle small, can’t play no clown
Look both ways when the price come ‘round
Truth stay loud when the lies die down

ENCORE

PRODUCED/ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @TUMAGGZ

@hell_usa
@polarxxopposites
@mvkotsunami
@tumaggz
@gradeaentertainment

100 clout tokens if you guess who's who in the cover art

Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch