prod lucerne

threesome with jen and jennifer
this shit a genocide
switchin from the red to the white
huntin a better ride

i was in the county fair hmm
just for countin racks
dressed as count dracula
wit da garlic blood grass

shouts out to oblivion 
the blood of an argonian 
lil scales the lizard king   
dog and labrandaurian

doesnt take a microscope to see
that i been gifted
only strippers that im tryna fuck wit
started off as liquid

i just invvested in a voodoo doll
so if u got a prollem wit somebody u know who to call
hoes call me oogie balls
fore i finish thats on when i hit em wit the cudegras

me on q3dm17 thats my lil kinda murk
this that east mass shit 
its the right side of church
hoes hit em 
dog shittem
baby i want press ed work
i aint fuckin wit emotions 
no more that shit got me hurt

3 dolla dope bag 
fake ass chinese gas 
where yo phone at?
blown up like a beeper 
who wan go back ?
to when they had real heroin
in folded paper?
the mold is later
after time passes
mother nature 
always reclaims
all yo dime baggin
fuck a time fraction
im gon bomb past it
im the hash slinging slasher
this a blonde pageant

the wigs off im gettin ratchet
big soft i couldnt tax it
it was too raw

u needa feel this 
feelin myself new boob job

fuck the feds and the prison guards
chewed off

all the hands that fuckin fed em
look at chu dog

aint no bounty huntin in the commonwealth
if u got a issue put it on the problem shelf

all yo songs a psy op to get em fuckin locked up
sum bout some coke prices lean got his jaw fucked
actin super tough on the mic yeah it gon work
for like gucci, rest of yall need a growth spurt

me walkin down the street with my own curse
another swap meet EBT and cold turkey
i believe in god why u wont murk me
i might set the fuckin vibe i might go early

i was sippin ergot wit a witch thot
like a boyscout all i want is big knots
always way too high to be pissed off
goody green 90s baby im the big dawg

huh...errythang they did wrong 
if peter pecker pick the poorer man pocket
get off

sick of all the yadadadadadadada shit talk
errybody know somebody errybody get on 
coke and delears get rich ima peon
never turn cold on the bros aint no freeon

errybody talks and they talk ion be on
i just wan chill smoke a blunt get my free-on


party store or packey it aint moafuckin different
i be smokin hella bogeys got a coney i was kickin
i was 10 toes everywhere im usian gifted
ima blow this moafucka up and say sum different

scales aint nobody else could be him
crazy what these moafuckas pay for machine trim!!!

better open up the flood gates
one man change the whole world with some substrate

i be all them spores in that popcorn 
if u aint ever reach enigma u should pop more

i was hittin dreamer carts im on the top floor
sippin on mimosas i aint wearin tom ford

495 im the only one surviving

LIZARD TEETH 9 (PROD. LUCERNE)

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by @zyllerbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

GRINDING HERB WITH ALDER'S RAZOR

Makaveli

Lyrics:

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high 

I broke the roof off of this hoe 
Tie that noose around ya throat 
Feeling shady its just the money tree i planted long ago 

Never lack i watch my back with all the eyes i pulled out slow 
Yung sly cooper u cant see me creepin sneakin thru yo home

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind 

Cutting me deep all those times that you lied 
Talkin to god but he never replies 
Feels like im losing my faith and belief in myself and i dont kno where else to reside 

If you want it then lets get it homie bust a bitch up on eem

Better focus on the mission so we get our paper money 
See my dick under the mistletoe u better kiss up on it 
Boy ikno u never kicked a door quit cappin in yo phonics 

No i dont need more bitches i need riches in my business 
dividends so goddamn high u need a accountant just to finish 
I dont care about my image if it don’t fit it in the picture
All u rappers worried bout a trend im counting up these digits

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high

FEEL THA SAME - bumboi w autrioly (prod. bumboi x autrioly)

Debonair

written & performed by @blckbrds & @mobbsradical999
produced by Zepelin
engineered by @tumaggz

UP THE RIVER

ImSoTired

King Baldwin IV

Seduction Night

No Loyalty is a dark trap anthem about betrayal, violence, and survival in a world where trust is dead. Glitchy industrial percussion, distorted 808s, and eerie cinematic synths create a tense, chaotic atmosphere. Every beat hits like a warning — false friends, fake love, and deadly streets converge in a raw, aggressive, glitch-laden soundscape built for those who thrive in darkness and embrace revenge.

No Loyalty

Lyrics: 
living my life as a fantasy 
Weight on my chest the world just fell on me 
Hope you got a vest catch a thirty piece 
Having trouble confirming my own identity 
Questioning everything around, ain’t a friend of me 
Bound catch a fever this shit hot, hundred ten degrees
Yeah my bitch perfect like a motherfucking pedigree 
dumb on the surface and my mind hold like 10 degrees 
only associate with the fact I need the green 
Wouldnt say greed but moneys the only thing I need 
leave me alone yeah you know that I’d like the peace
Cup of patron that I’m on helps to ground my feet 
Hands to the bone so I know you can’t fuck with me 
energy flows and it’s glows leave you deceased 
Pray that you know where you going hope you find some peace
And to the ones that I love I’m sorry 
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me 
But I’m keep going till it’s a hundred every minute
whip go a hundred or more when I’m in it
Clip hold a hundred and one when I grip it 
Throw him to the bottom of ponds with some fishes
Saying that you got it but you acting like some bitches
Evidence is gone the moment that I’m finished 
I don’t give a fuck what location on the grid it is 
I can hunt you down like hisoka ima menace bitch

It’s Gol d. Roger how I’m counting on treasure 
Stacking up dollars gold and little bit extra
Main fucking character y’all just extras
I can’t fuck with it if it aint get me messed up 
Fall like the leaves leave the scene so chilly
Hope you never fucking curse the world with some children 
Hope your fucking life just crumble like a building
You could never get to the legacy I’m building bitch

ImSoTired

AK3K

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