there are some people who are so fucked up

•Vocals by HOLLOW MIND & DRXPDE4D.
•Produced by DEVDHXLLXW.
•Released December 12, 2021.

•Lyrics:

I can't stay here.
Im always crying.
I feel so damaged piece of shit.
That now is rotting.

I start to fighting.
My disgusting.
And terrifying type of life.
That now i live in.

Bury me in barbed wire.
It’s what I desire.
Immense pain.
My tears falling like the rain.
Nightmare turned to reality.

•apathyzed 2021.

INTO NOWHERE

INTO NOWHERE feat. DRXPDE4D

𝙸𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚈𝙾𝚄.𝙴𝚇𝙴 (𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍. 𝟻𝟷𝟶)

prod me

LYRICS

shoutout to chris rock
man he ate that slap
i feel like young rick james
when he got back on crack
if they say life is like a game
then i made tick toe tack
secured a bag and a bitch
watch her throw that back
you’d think nothing can stop me
the way i come in like taykay 
smoking everybody
and if you get caught in the way
i’m breaking out the tommy
and putting five right in your face
i don’t trust anybody
i don’t trust anybody
shawty got a lil attitude and a fat ass
always drinking henny 
cause she know it make her fuck fast
don’t be talking shit because you know this bitch will fight back
gun up to my head she pull the trigger
bitch i like that

bitch i know you broke
why you hit me up on facebook?
find my ass downtown
find my ass in lakewood
lot9 since 2017
we get the vet look
i flirt with the promoter
just so i can get my band booked
every drug you took tonight
bitch i supplied it
unless the 5-0 pull up then
i might deny it 
I like the way that your pants fit
is that color apricot?
the left cheek smack the right one
i feel like an astronaut 

shawty like it when the bass make her ass clap
setting off alarms in this bitch, going hazmat
do you like do you like do you like that?
do you like do you like do you like that?

Schmeck

RIVERS OF SORROW (prod. Undead Ronin)

THE CHILDREN ARE STARVING - prod.pulse

Pop like a zit lil bitch get drained
You rapping for 15 lil minutes of fame
You acting retarded like brain got delay
Killing myself maybe one of these days

Blood colored lipstick, wrapped on a nic stick
Top from yo bitch then I dismiss the misses
She all on my tip dick, ride like a tech deck
You a scrub in the Gain like you still doing dishes

I trip when I walk I dont lack bitch
Shooting for head gotta hat trick
Slaying the swines it got tragic
A god in the arts of black magic

Ouija gone batshit, just about had it
Clever to the cabbage, triple 6 savage

Asking me what will I do? Damage
No Venom but Im bringing who? Carnage

Snapping your spine hear the crack bitch?
Go dummy like my name was Patrick

Stick to yo algebra, played like harmonica, get lost in andromeda, fading to black 
Fucked up off the salvia, burn a bitch labia, you repping Swastika, bound to attack bitch

Not on my rick shit, torturing rats
Dismembering limbs bitch, hooked to a rack

Clique got a buzzin, the clip got a dozen, got heat like an oven, caught yo ass running, you got a concussion, you bloody and bludgeoned, you thought we was bluffing but its like that

Pressing yo squad you dont like that
Come play with the Ouija I bite back
We do not compare you aint like that
Mount you on the wall like a bike rack, yeah I like that

Kill Yourself (prod. Zodiacc)

post cig-sped up pitch down 191

From a series of (almost) daily ocean glimpses. The music is composed to a video of the sea (photons captured fresh every day). You can experience the full video version here:  https://youtu.be/UqrUQIAi_UE

Glimpse 1424 (Aug 25 2025)

When war decided to become mathematics, the sky flared with the cold light of coils. The world was offered an equation instead of a duel: trajectories, drift, sterile distance. And yet from the shadows steps out the one who doesn’t read formulas—he breaks them. A hand on the axe haft, breath steady, eyes like a sight without electronics. His school is steel, dust, and years of errors already paid for.

The perfect weapon calculates, and therefore predicts. Predictability becomes its fracture. A step on the wrong beat, a swing that lingers half a count longer, emptiness where the math says the target must be—and all ballistics shatters like glass under a blow. NERV3’s music captures precisely this moment: the lows hum like coils, but the rhythm slips off the grid; the drums compress and then tear the metronome apart, turning distance into a trap. Every part is not ornament but a close-quarters technique: a feint, a interception, an entry straight through the targeting diagram.

The climax comes when the charge scorches the air for the last time. He moves into the dead zone where instruments are helpless, and a single hewing arc splits the calculation like paper. The silence after is not a pause but a verdict on the system. “Gauss Cannon” is not a bow to technology but a challenge to it: an EP about a hand defeating a formula, about craft outlasting the algorithm. “Gauss Cannon” is the Paperfunk manifesto: where technology hits its limit, skill and mastery decide.



NERV3 - Void

i did not like hit list beta so i decided to replace the song with something fresh for yall. if you still want to listen to hit list beta its on spotify 

lyrics 
(i wrote this song off a oxy awhile ago ) 


Go find him yourself 
fight over wealth 
my brain has been stuck up onto my shelf 
inside a box where i can’t help myself 
have problems breathing 
my mind has leaving 
and leading to things that i might go regret 
haven’t even went and broken a sweat 
drink up my water it goes down my neck 
slaughter them all right in front of their rent 
stomp out they yard if fuck wit my set 
i’ll help you find god it’s the least i can do 
fun with my gun and i question to shoot 
leash up your throat and i’ll heat you up new
i thought that you knew that i wasn’t so cool 
tekken is heartless i leave em all nauseous
they wanna talk quick 
i’ll burn like arsonist 
you become dust in my palms as we speak 
i sweep you off of your feet on the street 
lay out the concrete and i put needle in teeth
i don’t like yo bitch and i don’t like yo clique 
i grip my remote and i watch and i flick 
the business is that we WILL NOT CONNECT 
YOUR SOUND IS GENERIC 
YOU ACT LIKE YOU MADE

YOUR PLAYLIST IS FADING 
YOUR BITCH GETS TO SUCKING 
SHE DONT DO IT NO OPTION 
YOU SUCH A LIL BITCH I BET YOU LIME WATCHING 

crack off the clip of my ak 
i lay them out 
and they all gon straight faced 
straight face looking like pay day 
turn off the air and i go yell mayday 
slave to the damn game
oh what a damn shame 
you looking real lame 
face all fucked up 
burning like a dead race 
plays get fucked up 
shooting at your moms place 
glock gets tucked up 
what a fucking clean case
WHAT A FUCKER WANT NOW 
ILL GO DEPLOY NOW 
PLOT ON MY SHIT THEN YOUR BITCH GETTING SHOT NOW 
YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE WHAT I FUCKING PLOT NOW 
NOW ITS A MAN DOWN 
BLOOD ON MY KICKS TO YOUR TEMPLE 
I STOMP OUT 
ROUND UP YO CLIQUE THEN I EMPTY MY SHOTS OUT 
MY WHOLE FUCKING CLIP GOING INTO YOUR SOB MOUTH 
CRY ME A RIVER MY TRIGGER IS OFF NOW 
POPPING THE SHOTS THEY CONNECTING LIKE MOMS HOUSE 
WIFI LOCATION I CONNECT TO HOT SPOT 
I BREAK THAT CODE NOW THAT BITCH GIVING TOP TOP
TEKKEN MAKES HEARTS STOP 
YOU ARENT ABLE TO MAKE WHAT THE GOD WANTS

NO OPTION [PROD. Y$57 + HMYE]

goth - gone w blugrl prod kill ebola

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