[Hook]
Niggas be countin on me
I'm writin they code
i'm chargin a fee
I aint a killer
but I'm on a spree 
Livin my life
as happy can be
  
Get paid a lot
i aint gon quit
chasin this bread
im fuckin yo bitch  
you at the club
wastin yo life
I'm at my desk 
She suckin my dick
[End Hook]

Pull in to work
While yall hoes twerk
Construction outside
They slingin  up dirt

Its on my suit
nigga i'm groot
in the bathroom
I'm cleanin my suit

 Make some greetings 
Lead a meeting
These crackas always forgettin my name
They brought some subs
they were whole grain
Old CEO came in with a cane     

Nigga I'm at always at work
That's why i'm puttin niggas in the dirt
I got no glasses but i'm still a nerd
I'm in a spellin be spellin word

Got dinged at the bee, so took my ass back to job
then ate another lunch for free 
thats one of the few perks that they gave me stock options health dental the whole works

My life is chill as fuck I got extra cash, no lotion thats why I got ash
Hair nappy as fuck I don't really care I know that i look like trash
I'm workin form home I dont show my face I can kill a nigga with no trace
I outspeed a calculator its no race can't you hear see me nigga sayin grace

That's my next mission
on God aint fuck wit church I'm feedin the poor in the kitchen
That's why I cant quit  
Don't matter a nigga feet hurt when everyone eats  thats when im sittin
got my next meal nigga im whippin the pots i aint complainin no bitchin
I aint goin switch but if you a pedo ass bitch fuck ass nigga i'm blickin


[Hook]



I just popped two addies at first light
I just wanted something could feeeeeel
I now code all day until its night
now im hungry cause i missed three meeeeals

QA said my code aint workin right
I messed up hit me in my feels
Fixin bugs cause missed a byte
Keyboard in your hand dont make it real

Code Cole

Finals Week CEIT

"Cosmic Cajun"

Late night, keep on driving to the unknown 
Creeping with the knife, might end it all alone
The smoke is twisting to the sky, the music playing on my phone 
My eyes are getting heavy, but I don’t wanna go home 
My palms are getting sweaty, I can feel them fucking drip
My legs are getting fucking heavy, feel like I’m gonna tip 
Take a rip of the nic then I dip 
Feel the burning on the wrist 
Hurting deep inside a pit 
Tryna get a grip 
I’m addicted to feeling like shit 
I can’t help but hate to exist 
Sleeping in, I’m vacant within 
Everything is caving in 
I’m a guest in my own skin 
Greeting the reaper with a grin
I’m burning into fucking bits of sand eroding every tidal hit
I’m damaging my body I’m not managing I’m spotty and I cannot cope 
I’m foggy like I need some coffee hearing disembodied voices everywhere I go 
Waiting in the lobby of my frontal lobe I don’t know where to go

Laying in my bed, my head is on the pillow I’m thinking bout my death 
I’m just a speck of tiny dust from a lightless star that reached the end and now it’s floating far
Galaxy inside my head and I’m now floating to fucking mars 
Just a dying star 
What’s the point in living if my fear ajared
Getting closer to my death, like diabetics and candy bars 
Rotting in the bed again, losing my own resonance like the wood of a guitar 
The moon has reached its cycle so I’m grabbing the rifle 
Frontal lobe is on a spiral 
Blowing it in the church aisle 
Every night is a new trial 
I’m in denial, I got the rope around the throat so the damage spinal




Produced by oceanash

Cosmic Cajun

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS AN EP

ACT 1. 
SCOTT SUMMERS 

ACT 2 

CERTIFIED HOOD CLASSIC 

ACT 3 

FROZONE

NARCISSIST(DIRECTORS CUT)

“Put it on my life” 

Tombfell- https://on.soundcloud.com/xh7P2ZNRF3b737Wk8

scarecrow to the brain
i’m fried
fronto rolled up
and that mothafucka tight
bitch i’ll put it on my life
that i am always high
mothafuck a sober mind
bitch i am dead inside

Always high I cannot cope
Got the blade to my throat 
itching in my brain there’s something missing
fill the gap with dope
Frontal lobe a nowhere road
Overdose and die alone 
Smoking backwoods to the dome
All my fuses fried and blown 
Wearing FTP, smoking on that Russian cream 
Licking up the seam, kick the bucket with the beam
All my demons grinning the room is spinning I grab the knife, not thinking twice, I make a slice
Fuck, i might die tonight
Always high I cannot cope
Got the blade to my throat 
itching in my brain there’s something missing
fill the gap with dope
Frontal lobe a nowhere road
Overdose and die alone 
Smoking backwoods to the dome

scarecrow to the brain
i’m fried
fronto rolled up
and that mothafucka tight
bitch i’ll put it on my life
that i am always high
mothafuck a sober mind
bitch i am dead inside

Produced by CRCL

Put It On My Life [ft. Tombfell] [prod. CRCL]

“The grave that nobody visits”

Mausoleum open after demon had spoken, I thought I could rest 
Now I’m awoken, nothing but stress all in my fucking chest
I go to the ocean no emotion because it’s all oppressed 
I’m a bad omen, the portal open ritual possess 
I’m that figure in the fog
Creeping out the bog
Swing the ax, gimme gauze 
Oceanash grinning the problems caused
Grab the Glock I gotta go
Aim it at my lobe
Blood is dripping down my throat
Under dirt I wonder if my eyes are grey 
if the maggots eating at my fucking brain 
I’m decaying six feet down is where I stay 
Nobody walking near my motherfucking grave 

Mausoleum open after demon had spoken, I thought I could rest 
Now I’m awoken, nothing but stress all in my fucking chest
I go to the ocean no emotion because it’s all oppressed 
I’m a bad omen, the portal open ritual 

Demons got the blade to my throat 
Choking feel like im gonna croak
Disappear in a cloud of smoke 
Hide and cope but I’m still fucking broke 
Serrated black blade laid in my grave
Fuck the pain, made a pact, I’m wrapped in cellophane 
Fuck it I’m bouta kick the bucket 
Pick apart the nuggets 
Get so high grab the 45. and tuck it 
Fuck I need the bud 
Paint the walls with my blood
Always feeling stuck 
I’m shit outta luck 
Fuck the sheep 
Fuck The Population and society
I don’t wanna be part of anything you fuckers wanna see 
GLOOM is what I be 
Locked up in my brain and threw away the key

Mausoleum open after demon had spoken, I thought I could rest 
Now I’m awoken, nothing but stress all in my fucking chest
I go to the ocean no emotion because it’s all oppressed 
I’m a bad omen, the portal open ritual possess 


Produced by oceanash

the grave that nobody visits

[Don't actually do these drugs they will kill you this isn't a game] 

Yea Skinny Xander 1
Depression wav 2

1.
Popped some fent and some xylazine, 
Ate a dog that's a sight unseen, (were eating the dogs)
Ate the pussy like a murder scene, 
See my ribs this is Halloween (bitch)

2.
Depression wav gettin on the track, (echo)
Don't do drugs I only smoke crack, (don't do drugs)
Got ya hoe and I'm beatin down her back, (clap clap [sound])
Don't talk to me if all u do cap

1.
Skinny Xander just popped 12 Addys, (I'm lit)
Bitch niggas stay act Hella fratty, (yea dude)
No bbls my bitch got a fatty, (yea she thicc)
Drive byes in a scat named scatty 

2.
3 murders n i ain't did the race, (echo: did the race)
Beat them up then nut in they face, (no Diddy)
12 licks till I'm caught wit a case, (call a lawyer)
 Dismissed that shit called that God's Grace

1.
On a quest cause I'm blowing like a dragon,
On the game I call that redragon,
Link and Zelda op nigga name Ganon
Thicc bitches stay draggin that wagon,

2.
Popped some fent and some xylazine,
Ate a dog that's a sight unseen,
Ate the pussy like a murder scene, 
In her ribs like it's Halloween (bitch)

1.
Walkin through the door and it's lookin like Christmas,
Tats on my face I still got business,
Panty on her lips its lookin like an isthmus,
Slim thicc cause she stay at planet fitness,
Settin records yea I'm all up in that Guinness,
At ya mommas house I don't do forgiveness,
Tryna buy slide through with the quickness,
In asylms cause my mind got the sickness

Xylazine

True Lies | T3llural | Alt Type Beat | 2025 |

https://upload.disroot.org/r/LFvqB3zw#1bAY7s3mKTNP/eo1mFBekggejUStSw4ozfPd76j6M7A=

"Trenches" | T3llural | Melodic Drill Type Beat | Central Cee Type Beat | Type Beat | 2025 |

It's pretty self explanatory. It's a parody of 'All Girls are the same' but true story on God

[intro]
They're stressin my brain,
bosses are the same,

[lyrics]
I admit it another job got me finished,
let me go oh no they didnt,
you're gone now now,
dont come in tomorrow,
you're fired hard truth you gotta swallow,
you ain't good enough here,
wasn't this your biggest fear?
i got medical debt,
guess i'll down another beer,
got put on a pip,
while i was just getting harassed,
they let my boss go when she got back from maternity leave,
now sign this NDA cause you know what it means,
if it gets out we don't want the clients to see,
and they let my nigga go when his wife died,
why the fuck do i try!?
I refuse to sign it!
Cause i dont get it,
what's the secret to corporate i don't get it,
feels like i'm running a race i'm not winnin,
and when i start to win the devil's grinnin,

[prelude]
all jobs are the same,
work us to the grave,

[chorus]
bosses are the same,
they're stressin my brain, (but i need the money)
overworked for days,
work me to the grave, (but i need the money)
bosses are the same,
i crashed out instead, (but i need this money)
i'm better off dead,
I can't take this dread,

10 minutes, HR said it'll take 10 minutes,
sign these forms oh no she didn't,
you're gone now now,
dont come back tomorrow,
you're fired hard truth you gotta swallow,
why are you trippin?
Are you loosing your mind?
Why are you still here?
You're just wasting our time,
it's an at will state,
you can go about your day,
turn in your things,
couldn't give a shit about your fate,

[chorus]
bosses are the same,
bosses are the same,
they're stressin my brain, (fuck this shit)
think i need a change,
before I go insane, (Oh my God!)
now i am insane,
demons in brain, (but i need the money)
Mammon had my gaze,
now I need to pray,
[outro]
(Jesus please... save me... God Please... save...)

Code Cole

Depression.wav