PRODUCED BY @TUMAGGZ
MIXED/MASTERED/ENGINEERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @jay-burgess-3

AK3K (@bluntedpharaoh):
pull the knife out my back 
grip the damn nine 
fuck with mine 
imma make him fucking flat line 
put a bullet hole thru his fucking jawline 
doing tricks with the blade 
hope you don’t mind 
yeah they wait for the day that i’m gon die 
i really hate when people think that imma nice guy 
imma murder everybody in your bloodline 
i’m pissed off
gonna blow up like a landline 
put my middle fingers up cause i still don’t give a fuck 
i should twist the fucking blade 
when it’s up inside your gut 
jesse really love the blood drip 
and i love the fuck shit 
when we get together 
there’s not really a discussion 
c4 strapped to my chest screaming suicide 
in this life that i’m l iving bitch it’s do or die 
i don’t know if imma live up  to see 45
so when i’m looking in the mirror bitch i’m terrified 
so i roll it up
give the weed puff 
i’ve been feeling rough so
please lemme beat it up 
i can’t get enough 
gon feast when i eat it up 
dick up in your guts whoa 
and my bitch a savage put the knife up to your throat bro 
whoa
going for the gold 
i’ve been on a roll 
wont stop till get my chain 
up on fucking froze 
so go yous a little hoe 
fuck up on my bro 
i’m ghost 
oh you didn’t know 
take away my soul 

JMattson:
Pull the knife out my pocket Issa bench made 
On the block and I’m feeling like Dikembe
Take a chance lil bitch you got 10 days
Need that money in my hand I need my rent paid grip her French braids when I hit from the back I’m a fiend hoe
Blowin money like I’m drunk at the casino 
Back with a motive to attack like I’m shego
They call me Vinny but I feel like uncle Nino C-notes in my jacket pocket with the blunt wrap, blood bath someone tellem get the fuck back, one strap on the waist one trunk bag, filled up with grenades don’t come back
Mothafucka if you really wanna problem we ain’t moving 
I don’t think they really want it hear em talk but they don’t do it
Run up on a motherfucker if he talkin like he stupid 
I don’t think he really bout it on his block but he ain’t shooting lil bitch why you actin like you hot shit
Totin pistols on the gram but you ain’t shot shit opp shit I been makin moves and makin moshpits godless tell me I should pray I’d rather not bitch
Glock out pull the glock out like I’m Witchouse 
Pop out with my cock out at your bitch house
Lockdown got it locked down like a grid now 
Ayy
Hellhound for the win now

AK3K X JMattson - VINNY & PAULY II (Prod. tuMaggz)

War Boy Want's Me Dead (Prod. Station 666)

prod @gullyspit
cover by buvard, based on Togawa's Tamahime sama
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Nowadays i’m feeling like i’m reaching for air
Want my ransom, a gentleman but i’m throwing tantrums
Nowadays i’m feeling like im reaching for air
From my underground lair , pull my hand out the land grab a ankle

Waste my lifetime , weight the product, brain lasagna
ineeded something brighter, all my hope was being smothered
Needed something smarter , feared of being smaller
Than my father really wanted

Something inside his eyes grows
He got blood on the nails that dug holes
He was sculpting, fucking his own skull
He got bugs in the head that won’t go
X2

Yeah i feel this world owe me nothing less than i damn wish
I’ll be begging for bigger pockets to fit the bands bitch
See, my soul’s tapestry going harder than 10 bricks
We aint cut from the same fabric , i come from god’s dick

Rational thinking is off
ima make it my way like a child
unperverted by nature 
fuck out my face if you think that i’m wrong
your intentions ain’t pure , all you want is a feature
my mental is precious
cant possibly fold to the pressure, surrounded by leeches
i’m off to the moon
always getting high in my room
im recording until i retire my booty

stop, chop chop
im a cut you like a crop top
cut you out my life cuz you a fuck
pussy boy weasel dont put your nose in my shit
feeble motherfuckers and they bluffin, you a phony bitch

bad brothers
depressed lovers
and brave suckers
this is for people with young hearts like ben button
death covering , scent of a man’s suffer 
with great problems , fuckers this is for my clique

BRAINZ!

Witchouse 40k - GRAVEDIGGER
Produced by: NetuH x ³³marrow
Mixed by: ³³marrow

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BRMVAw-2ks

Lyrics: 
I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
Aye
Aye
Aye

I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

Face it, I come out the cold
Haunted from head to the toe
Forty been talkin to ghosts
Pull-up his wheareabouts
Hollows gon make em erode now
Skully got hunnids of holes
They ain’t notice nothin, we makin no sound
Cemetary, forty talk wit the crows
Hop out the coffin, i came from the slaughter
Got pain, Imma shatter yo soul

Don’t get too close
Aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat
Break in the castle, I’m takin your throne
I keep a Glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed
Hop out my coffin, i resurrect slowly
Look in my eyes, see the black in my soul
Bottomless severance, never been lonely
Fuck nobody, I pull up alone

I’m his home with the Glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving em cottonmouth
I’m on the block and I’m poppin out, catch em in traffic we not gonna talk it out
Muhfucka wanna talk heavy, hit em with the heater, now he soft as ice
Bloodsucka, I been coffin ready, like the undead; I ain’t scared to die

Gun to your head
Glock with a beam, I don’t bust at your legs
Forty a demon, I talk with the dead
Skeleton boy, send my ops to me next
Bitch I’m a threat
Forty the best
Shot if he gully, get popped like sum meds
Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess
Piss on your grave I’m gon 
Eyuchhhh

Knocking em out like Suboxone
I’m with the dogs, see his pack, I’m gon air out
Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
I pull up on em, put em in they collar
See the the ops rollin, I got heaters on me, I’m gon end it slowly if he wanna talk
Fifty on me, I’m gon pop it off, and I got targets dropping, I could send a shot

Forty catchin bodies, keep the Glock on my hip
Muhfucka talking stupid, he got popped in his shit
Your wig split, crack and bodies, I leave blood in they spit
I keep that razor wire tucked, I wrap the bat, make em flip flop
Your clique soft, pussy y’all ain’t shit get your bitch shot
Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch
And I don’t fuck wit witnesses, they stories all criss crossed
I grip glocks, pullup spin the block like a pit stop

Im with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

GRAVEDIGGER (prod. NetuH x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

99ZED x SALIVA GREY - NAYSAY

MOBBS RADICAL- GHOSTS OF FUKUSHIMA(PROD. JON LOC)

LYR!CS

(HOOK)
Now I’m waiting for some better days
Everyday still stuck in the same old ways
I am different yet I still feel fucking the same
I’m in my bag but I’m not okay

Now I’m waiting for some better days
Everyday still stuck in the same old ways
I am different yet I still feel fucking the same
I’m in my bag but I’m not okay

(VERSE)
Suffering from BPD can somebody help me
I feel like different people split personality
No need to sing a melody just to tell you how I feel
I think that I’m crazy feels like nothing is real

God I hate who I am I don’t ever feel enough
Living in my head things are getting rough
I’m way to soft even though you think I’m tough
Every fucking day feeling like I’m dragged through the mud 

(HOOK)
Now I’m waiting for some better days
Everyday still stuck in the same old ways
I am different yet I still feel fucking the same
I’m in my bag but I’m not okay

Now I’m waiting for some better days
Everyday still stuck in the same old ways
I am different yet I still feel fucking the same
I’m in my bag but I’m not okey

BETTER DAYS (prod. clozz x sorrow bringer)

RIP STATION MY BROTHER

JAHRAHMF ON THE ENGINEER
LYRICS : 

M AT THE END OF MY ROPE
MY BITCH SHE TATTED ITS WRAPPED UP HER THROAT
OPEN HER MOUTH AND I SPIT IN THAT HOE
BREAK AWAY ALL OF MY SOUL

THINK ILL STICK AROUND NOW HANGING WITH THE HELL HOUND
MILITIA
HATER TOOK HIS BODY NOW HE SLEEPIN WITH THE FISHES
POSIN WITH THE HOMIES BUT THEY HATIN YOU COULD SEE IT IN THE PICTURES
NOW HE UP MISSIN

I AM
THE GRUNT THE RUH
THAT COME TO
BRING THE DRUM
TO PIERCE THE LUNG THE EYES THE EARS THE PUNK

hear the fuckin thunda from gorillas with the drum SAY AY
im so fuckin anxious really fuckin hate it when i LAY
I CANNOT SLEEP IM NOT SANE
FEELS LIKE IM CURSED WITH THE PLAGUE


LOSIN ALL MY VISION LIKE AN ANIMAL
MANIFESTIN VISIONS THATS INTANGIBLE

CRUISE WITH THE REAPER AND PULL OUT THE MOLOTOV
LIGHT IT AND SET IT OFF
FEELS LIKE IM FALLIN NOW
SWERVIN AND COUGHIN UP
VISION IS BLURING UGH

ay okay what
im insane bruh
fake fuck
you cant fuckin hang bruh

(HOOK REPEAT)

ETIQUETTE (PROD. NETUH)

AK3K

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