Datura 1

UNHOLY (prod. Aragoth)

Embrace

DRUMS

BODAH REVY x ZETA MARU - YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU? (prod. Aragoth)
Lyrics:

Zeta:

I been that basket case
Turn the masses to dust
I left the phantom trace
Take that pic in reverse
Go try a better pace
Or put your bite on the curb
I came to step mane
Kickin nothin less than a curse
Oh lord they out of holy water
Watch them gentiles get burnt up
Crawling from the bottom
Claimin holy with a split tongue
That vessel I'm inside of
Gettin rotten off the china
Now my skull is gettin itchy
Pull my teeth out like I been numb
Sick fuck dirty out my mind my motto do sum
Reachin for in issue
I got hella we can get one
That fall out that made me
Serenading from euphrates
Give a fuck if you hate me
I got witches tryna burn me
Pushing posts no pick up
I take a dose heroic
All while you prayin to nephilim
Feedin in to the harvest
I'm in to downers n uppers
Dim grey the color
Can't hang then shut up
Stain team the militia

Revy:

I tell em okay
Fuck it and throw shade
Got a bag full of dope
And a pocket of propane
Got a zip full of duff
And a rock of the whole thing
Get lost mothafucka
I promise it don't shake
I let the flame get seated up
Back of the rig heated up
Cotton full of woes to the back of the bone keep it up
Base full of pieces
The bucket it won't eat it up
Pass that mothafucka
I cap it and repeat it all
Pitfall, let the rope hang
My bandana got a spot from the blood stain
I sit back, I struggle to recap it
She ask if I'm alright I tell her to relax
I let the dope hit baby I'm a K-nine
Fuck her like a dog then I tell her don't touch mine
Fuck you think you doin baby
I'mma keep the rope tied
Never going back
I been doing this my whole life no lie

STAIN TAPE VOL. I

YOU DON"T GET IT, DO YOU?

YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU? (prod. Aragoth)

prod majzkluani
Mixed by aragoth
Cover by my wife ❤️

Lyrics: You get pistol whipped 
When the pistol clicks
Bullets tear through 
& leave you ripped 
Leave yo head 
With a gnarly drip 
It’s fuck you
Hope you drown in piss 
Imma I make you
slit both your yo wrists 
Then hang yo ass 
On the crucifix 
My brain is damaged 
I can’t be fixed 
Sick the dogs on em 
Michael Vick 

Stupid hoe 
get up off my dick 
Yes the prophets 
A fucking prick 
Flip the bird
To the fucking pigs 
Riding round
in a stolen whip 
Hit the stash 
At the homies crib 
Take the money 
The flick the switch
try and grab it 
Yo body flips 
Looking like 
a car accident 

When you running
I hope you trip 
Cuz if you do imma
Finish it 
Bullets fly 
and rip through yo ribs 
Body burns 
When those hollows hit
Got magazines
and these cartridges 
Fresh bodies 
And carcasses 
You’re fucking with a true 
Narcissist 
you shaking 
Like you got Parkinson’s 

Poison tips 
Like a moccasin
Keep the bodies 
In cryogen 
Resurrect 
and then die again
suffocate you
Lose oxygen 
fiends are 
huffing on nitrogen 
All I need 
Is a Vicodin 
To keep me cool 
When that knife goes in 
Cut the veins 
Deep inside your skin 

God forgive me
for all my sins 
I’m sorry I let 
The devil win 
Got no faith 
And that’s evident 
tried to stop 
This malevolence 
Prophets death
Is a testament
Life is dull 
Imma pessimist 
Possession
Like the damn exorcist 
I don’t feel like 
I should exist

FORGIVE MY SINS

ORACLE | HXNJV TYPE BEAT

Big Black Tee [prod. Grey]

Bed ridden from the ouija, meds in the tissue
Lead ripping through your skin you must had bad juju
Shove this metal through yo tummy put this bullet through you
You the type of motherfucker to be wearing tutus
.223s you feel the breeze it’s like i never knew you
Take you apart, sewn back together like my life size voodoo
Suicide on the mind I might try seppuku 
Aint nobody should live Im not gon dispute you
Sacrificial issue, split your loved ones in two
Minimize your family ties aint nobody would miss you
You bitch just like a shitsu, your bloodline discontinued
This gun doing jiujitsu when it hits you its gon flip you
The MPM guru, the missing clique who knew?
Call upon the reaper, the ether, awake Cthulhu 
My girl built like mewtwo, I choke her like the noose do
Myself I grab the belt and the kick the chair I hope it moves you

Bed ridden from the ouija, meds in the tissue
Lead ripping through your skin you must had bad juju
Shove this metal through yo tummy put this bullet through you
You the type of motherfucker to be wearing tutus
The institutions deducing the human value losing
Significance the bitter end I rest the pen the noose wins
Stricken by the guilt of living, survivors opinion
The underground underdogs, Missing made dominion
Rearrange your block just like a rubiks, cubic 
Ion think I asked you shit, please keep your two cents
Ion ever pass the spliff and ion match shit
Fuck no im not tappin in, im not yo fucking twin
Hangman metal make em do the rain dance
Fake stance how bout we go with the safe plan
Straight trends all yall follow tryna make ends
Comprehending fucking nothing must be brain dead

Black Magic Whorer Movie (prod. ARAGOTH)

BØTTØM ØF THE RIVER

LYRICS

shawty feel up on me in the club grip my pistol
glock up in my jeans nah you do not want an issue no
you’s a fuckboy no one gonna miss you
burry in the pit my demons circle like a typhoon woah
Imma hit you 
nothin standard issue
AWP be medusa turn you to a statue
got the M2 sprayin through your damn room
ghosts up in the club in your head that you might lose

get my bank notes
only up in euros
imma skip town
make the old world to my new home
shit way cleaner that be goin up my damn nose
snow white skin all black need a slav hoe
alone hit my phone say you at home
imma slide in but she not givin 10 toes
look me in my eyes like your fiending for my damn soul
heart up out my chest now im soaking up in red snow

I just kick back
Imma hit that
head up on my chest
now her tongue up on my chest tat
shawty throw back
imma lick that
hands up in my hair
then her nails up on my back scratch

I caught a flight to münchen
fresh out the shop them shits aint boosted
yous useless you aint finna do shit
stay outside with the gang bump my music
I caught a train to zurich
offwhite dunks and a cup full of bourbon
im posted get a boy roasted
not on your feed cus I dont stay boastin

no no not boasting
not outside then it mean i’m working
yeah in the club with the potion
lights in my face and a dime is the motion

shawty feel up on me in the club grip my pistol
glock up in my jeans nah you do not want an issue no
you’s a fuckboy no one gonna miss you
burry in the pit my demons circle like a typhoon woah
Imma hit you 
nothin standard issue
AWP be medusa turn you to a statue
got the M2 sprayin through your damn room
ghosts up in the club in your head that you might lose

shawty feel up on me in the club grip my pistol
glock up in my jeans nah you do not want an issue no
you’s a fuckboy no one gonna miss you
burry in the pit my demons circle like a typhoon woah
Imma hit you 
nothin standard issue
AWP be medusa turn you to a statue
got the M2 sprayin through your damn room
ghosts up in the club in your head that you might lose

Ghost Phonk

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