Cigarette ballad (prod.rickmnkey x amslashwas)

Ft @death_incarnate
Prod @hatchetsaww
Mix/master @fucksomniaa & @nejminab
Art @hxgxnx

Lyrics:
[NEJMIN]
Pure, you are not pure, you are not pure
Dirtier than the dirt of the Earth
Clear, like it couldn’t happen
Consciousness, ain’t giving you a bit of worth
Watching my kept eye
Point blank, pointing aimlessly
Bottomless and yet you still apply
You ain’t even seen the full frame

Keep it in your hands man
Never hold enough, a hand man
Eyes have you a trance chance
Undecided, yet submission, faker than a spray tan
Sole avoidance of the waning, like if that could be had

Decreasing, never meeting

Waning, all, it’s waning, better if they’re same and say insaner things that come from places in a sane mind

They don't care if it's nonsense
Doesn't matter for the content
Only matters if it's filling stimulation
Retard sounds for feeling complacent
Violent fantasies, I guess I made it

Intentionality, bring confusing reality
Opposition, infallibility
Extrapolation of the motives
Irresolute and out of focus
Blind photography, and it turns out to be a masterpiece, unlikely possibility

So and so, and so and so, and so and so, and so and so
The walls upon the walls are barricading all veracity
The poison overfilling the capacity
Brainwashing every person very tragically, and do it very happily

[DEATH]
Born this world from hate, wretched by design
No matter what you try, you won't see inside of my mind
Say you understand, but you can't read between the lines
Call yourself envisioned, I see right through your lies 

Pursue the inner thoughts of destruction
I call it a blessing, some see it as corruption
Can't think straight, mind blockage or disruption
Anger boils in the soul, waiting for eruption

Can't feel nothing, cause a homicide
Emotion meaning nothing, fully nullified 
No control, you're just being played like a fiddle 
Tear apart frame by frame, like crops to a sickle

There's no escape from the pain 
Thoughts cause obsession 
Never be the same
Bound in regression 

From the ground from which I have risen 
Locked by the walls inside a prison
From the ground from which I have risen 
Locked by the walls inside a prison

Torn psyche rip into my chains
Things will never be the same
Torn psyche rip into my chains
Things will never be the same

IMPURITY (FT. DEATH) [PROD. HATCHET]

i got every single ghoul, i got every typa ghost
i be walkin like a ghoul 
n seein every typa ghost 
u see a walking dead ghoul 
with human meat in a bowl
when im dead ill be the ghost
that u see in peripheral 

i ain never slept why u thought that i did? 
its the lifestyle i got pumpkins shinin on my wrist 
my clothes dirty im a grimy kid wit problems in the mix
im a fucked up young bull whatchu know bout this?

how many more bodies until im happy x2
i need a rush to help the apathy x2 
how many more bodies until im happy x2
im a zombie rotting from the apathy x2 

she got
dirty burlap being tied around her wrists
she got 
raw meat across the room and it drips
she got 
mouth taped i want no sound to exist
she got
me comin wit cleavers imma chop up til its mince x2 

FUCK WHAT U SAY BOUT ME IM WALKIN LIKE A ZOMBIE
IM FEELIN LIKE THE DEAD 
HEAD TO TOE MY CLOTHES GRIMY
BLOOD PUDDLES WITH HER HEAD 
LEAVING WITH A FUN CRIME SCENE 
IM TOYING WITH THE DEAD
WATCHING DROPS OF RED DRIPPING

HA HA HA HA, U DIDNT EVEN KNOW U WAS GETTIN CHOPPED UP 
IM TAKIN DAMN NEAR EVERY LIMB N LEAVIN NOTHIN BRUH 
U DIDNT EVEN KNOW IM GRIPPIN THE HACKSAW 
IN A SHED TALKING TO SPIRIT FRIENDS TIL SUN UP 

how many more bodies until im happy x2
i need a rush to help the apathy x2 
how many more bodies until im happy x2
im a zombie rotting from the apathy x2 

she got
dirty burlap being tied around her wrists
she got 
raw meat across the room and it drips
she got 
mouth taped i want no sound to exist
she got
me comin wit cleavers imma chop up til its mince x2

Spotify

屠殺場 (PROD. WALKINGDEAD)

destruindo a musica do chupadinha de 7 maneiras diferentes dnsankçldlnkasnklçdnlkasnkl

som original aí (nem sei se o link vai funcionar skdkanlkds):

https://soundcloud.com/szmbra/not-ok-extended?si=0b83308790cf4289a9695dcd49652821&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

not ok (dentro do meu estomago)

BIZARRE

BIZARRE (PROD. BRONK)

@brxnkx3 @fonywallace

I’ve been smokin potent now my eyes are heavy
Want a problem with me?
Just know that my guys are ready
Saw a demon on the pills cause I took five too many
You want gas 
What you need?
We’re providing plenty

Getting Cross faded mixing backwoods with the henny
With my brothers cooking heat up like we Walt and jesse
I’ll correct your ass if you keep moving incorrectly 
She want meat no deli
She a snack lil Debbie

Why you gotta lie to me
Why yo shawty eyeing me
Big blunt two wraps Siamese 
You can’t get as high as me 
I’ve my numbing my emotions pain built up inside of me
Hurts my soul to know that your disgusted by the sight of me

I don’t trust these mutha fuckas keep the blade beside of me
And I’m pissed about the cards I’m dealt I have the right to be
Had to quit the pills because they brought out a new side of me 
And I always had a vision guess that your to blind to see

I don’t wanna do what I’ve been told so you can fire me
The ones that make up all the laws the first to break em irony
Smoke it down until it burns the whole way down entirely 
Sick of going back and forth like what’s this a tire swing?

I’ve been smokin potent now my eyes are heavy
Want a problem with me?
Just know that my guys are ready
Saw a demon on the pills cause I took five too many
You want gas 
What you need?
We’re providing plenty

Getting Cross faded mixing backwoods with the henny
With my brothers cooking heat up like we Walt and jesse
I’ll correct your ass if you keep moving incorrectly 
She want meat no deli
She a snack lil Debbie

WALT AND JESSE

WALT AND JESSE (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

Lyrics

(BRONK)
SMOKIN GAS
SMOKIN SKUNK
SMOKE THE WOOD UNTIL ITS TRUNK
KEEP ON TALKING ALL THAT JUNK
WE GON PUT YOU IN THE TRUNK
SMOKE YOU DOWN JUST LIKE YOUR SKUNK
YOU AINT NOTHING BUT A PUNK
WITH MY BROTHERS GETTING CRUNK
FUCK YOUR BITCH SHE SWALLOWED SPUNK

YOU DONT BITE YOU ALWAYS BARK
IMMA BITE YOU LIKE A SHARK
ROLLED A BLUNT WE BOUTA SPARK IT
CHERRY LIGHTING UP THE DARK
IMMA MUTHA FUCKIN ANIMAL LIKE I CAME OFF THE ARK
AYE
IMMA HIT YOU WITH THIS IRON NOW I FEEL LIKE TONY STARK 
AYE

3.5 INSIDE MY BLUNT IM SMOKING ON THE MAC 1
I DONT WANNA SMOKE THAT SHIT UNLESS YOU ROLLED A FAT ONE
SHOUT OUT THE MY BROTHERS YHAT STAYED WITH  ME WHEN I HAD NONE
NOW WERE RISING OUT THE DIRT THE STRUGGLES REALLY ADD UP

KEEP ON TALKIN SHIT ILL HIT YOUR HEAD YOULL NEED A BRAIN SCAN
FUCK IT I PUT RED ALL ON THE WALLS JUST LIKE A PAINT CAN
I JUST TOOK THREE TABS ITS GOT ME FEELING LIKE A SPACE MAN
NOW MY MINDS BEEN STUCK INSIDE A LOOP JUST LIKE A RACE TRACK
PULL UP ON A MUTHA FUCKA WE ALL WEARIN FACE MASKS
IF YOU WANT A PROBLEM WE GON HAVE TO SOLVE IT ASAP
BROTHERS ALWAYS GOT ME IF ITS ROCKY, NO ASAP
YOU ACT LIKE YOU HATE ME BUT YOU COPY 
SO EXPLAIN THAT

(YOUNG CENTO)
WAKE UP
COUNT THIS CAKE UP
I JUST REALLY WANNA BREAK UP
ALL THE NUGS THAT I MADE
FROM MY FUCKIN PAY CUT

MAKE HIM RUN
MAKE HIM SPRINT
WHAT I GOT ON COSTS DOUBLE WHAT YOU PAYED FOR YOUR RENT

BREAK IT UP ON THE TABLE
X3
BE THE LABEL
KEEP IT REAL NEVER FABLE
SHAWTY RIDE ME LIKE A STABLE
NEED A BITCH WHOS LIVIN STABLE

LOOKIN FOR THE PAYLOAD
CHOPPA GIVE YO ASS A HALO IF I REALLY SAY SO
WITH SOME PESOS
THATS A CASE CLOSED
CHASE BAGS
WE DONT CHASE HOS
GETTIN QUESO

DAMNNNNN

bronk young cento and Fony Wallace on the track mutha fucka 

@brxnkx3 @fonywallace @littlepieceofwood

CHERRY

CHERRY (FT. YOUNG CENTO) (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

TALK IS CHEAP

TALK IS CHEAP (FT. YOUNG CENTO) (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

«И взяли они жён себе, и научили их завязывать узлы,
И пали они в сон, где не было ни Бога, ни земли –
только бесконечный полдень, горящий, как мёртвое Cолнце…»

6 тысяч в месяц? Тебя наебали
6 тысяч в месяц? Да было и больше
6, 8, 10, а может 12
Где я полгода там трупы и рощи

Лучше не надо, лучше не трогать
Лучше не лезть туда - там вспышки квазаров
От передозов, от глупых мыслей
Выжить и жить - это тоже награда

Перешёл на личности - хорошо, когда есть личность
5 дней ада — мой перфоманс, выйти
Кровь из ран, тёмный цвет
Железо, литий

На парад с автоматом? Бро, так это обычно
Делать как все совсем неприлично
Мимо парада, со мной мои бары
С чем я был на 9 мая?

Видел салют, я видел фейерверки
Потом видел её, хоть и это привычно
Видел другую, потом ещё видел
То, что видит она - для меня необычно

Мариенбад

Мефедроновая шлюха, соси мне
Мои чувства к тебе - они все взаимны

Куплено многое, потрачены суммы
Нахуй Balenci, я ракаю Врубеля
Все эти книги читал я впустую
5 дней подряд я делаю ужас
Мир ледяной - восковые фигуры
Герду и Кая, лёд не скрывая
Трубочка тонкая, игла ещё тоньше
Тонкой дорогой стала кривая

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«И вот — женщина в одежде блудницы…
Губы её — капли мёда,
а нёбо её — масло и вино.
Она увлекла его множеством ласк,
мягкостью уст своих завлекла.
Тотчас он пошёл за нею,
как вол на убой…»

«И эти тоже шатаются от вина и сбиваются с пути…
Все столы покрыты блевотиной — нет чистого места»

«Ты опьянила меня без вина,
без единой капли в устах –
и вот, я лежу среди пепла,
а голос твой звенит, как разбитый сосуд…»

Это всё не мои слова, зачем мне их произносить?

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Набей все тату, отрасти патлы
Солдат форму снял, но он не оформлен
Раб без цепей - как солдат без формы
Простой работяга - 500 в месяц
Но этап тот пройден
Мне неинтересно

Но вообще тебя люблю
Я люблю долбоёбов
Помни, есть святое
Оно того стоит

femboyswag full moon edition [prod. by silentpitt]

FUCK EVERYBODY DISSIN' (PROD.BY SLICK KILLA)

Welcome to my party
Muthafucka get down on the flo
Time 2 sin take off your skin
And dance around ya fuckin bones
Grab the dope and light that shit
And blow some mutherfuckin smoke
Antidote the Ana Mane
Ill take ya muthafuckin soul
Boody got the potion 
Flippin and im vaultin
Oogie boogie Laser Pimp
Im whippin out the cauldron 
Everybody warned me
Everybody told me
I was meant to be beyond
The walls the stood before me
Now what the fuck you gon do bitch
Try to be me but you aint shit
Now what the fuck you gon do bitch
Try ya best shot But you still miss
Boom shakalaka shut yo muthafuckin face
Laser pimp i put yo fucking body in a grave
Boom shakalaka i wont leave a fucking trace
Cover you in kerosene and light the fucking place
Cutting you open then taking your stomach out
Rip out your bowel to see all the shit you bout
If it is beef its a lie you a vegan how
Funny how charming you lie to me look at how
Often you repeat the things that bring you around 
Procreate desecrate everythings missing now
Body turned up in a lake with no whereabout
Fingers and genitals missing how mental now
Everyones questioning me i dont know him
Bodys in baggies i smack em and poke em
Testicles titties i hack em and throw em
Baby o did it to him now they hoping
Someones to blame for the murderous actions
Pray 2 the god that they hope that they catch him
Pray to the oogie now bow to the laser
Baby o Boogie thang Lord and the Savior

not ok (dentro do meu estomago)

horus

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