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psychosis (hype / rage tracks)

downcast (sad / melodic / chill tracks)

LYRICS:
(Pre-Hook)
Nigga been cursed god damn, they done put me in a hex,
I don't never get no rest, oh,
A nigga been struggling through the worst, keep aiming for my chest,
Won't stop until I'm dead, oh,
Now I say fuck the universe, lost my mind from the stress,
Nigga fucked up in the head, oh.
Await the day my body in the dirt, tell em aim for my head,
Ain't a fucking thing left, oh,

(Hook)
Yea ain't a fucking thing left, 
Fucked up in the head,
I don't wanna feel again,
Nah I ain't wearing no vest go aim for my chest, 
Yea aim for my head,
Yea ain't a fucking thing left, 
Fucked up in the head,
I don't wanna feel again,
Nah I ain't wearing no vest go aim for my chest, 
Yea aim for my head,

(Verse)
Walking half alive, nigga lost so much,
Walking with no soul, yea it turned to dust,
Heart broke itself, lost my love over lust,
Look in the mirror, bitch I gag of disgust,
Yea, grimy as fuck cause I came from the mud,
I could never give a fuck,
Yea, grimy as fuck cause I came from the mud,
Life crumble yea it's crushed,
I don't want you to feel no way,
When i'm gone, yea somewhere far away,
Don't want y'all to feel no pain,
When I got no brain,
Or go insane when my flesh decay,
Y'all finna be okay,
Just remember what I say,
Take my message to the grave,
Don't let this go to waste,

(Pre-Hook)
Nigga been cursed god damn, they done put me in a hex,
I don't never get no rest, oh,
A nigga been struggling through the worst, keep aiming for my chest,
Won't stop until I'm dead, oh,
Now I say fuck the universe, lost my mind from the stress,
Nigga fucked up in the head, oh.
Await the day my body in the dirt, tell em aim for my head,
Ain't a fucking thing left, oh,

(Hook)
Yea ain't a fucking thing left, 
Fucked up in the head,
I don't wanna feel again,
Nah I ain't wearing no vest go aim for my chest, 
Yea aim for my head,
Yea ain't a fucking thing left, 
Fucked up in the head,
I don't wanna feel again,
Nah I ain't wearing no vest go aim for my chest, 
Yea aim for my head,

nothing left

Other Platforms

undead papi - nothing left (prod. AASB MAG$)

LYRICS :

(Chorus)
What to do, 
With everything, (Everything)
What to do, (What, What)
With Everything, (Uh, Yeah)

(Verse)
My old bitch wanna come over,
Come back then say it's over,
On god she so bipolar,
Shit I still bone her,
WAP like Super Soaker,
She want me to get closer,
I step back I'm a loner,
Heart cold just like October,

(Bridge)
Stay away from me now baby,
Don't get yourself hurt, (Yeah, Yeah)
It's okay I don't need no healing, no,
Don't beat a dead horse, (Yeah, Yeah)

(Chorus)
What to do, (What to do)
With everything, (Yeah, Yeayeah)
What to do, (Uh, Yeah)
With Everything, (Yeayeah) 

(Verse 2)
I don't trust shit y'all fugazi,
Bitches tryna play me,
I don't trust none y'all niggas lately,
Nigga I be struggling on the daily,
Made it hella far but ain't shit change me,
Came up from the worst, ain't a fucking thing phase me,
Don't flex in a song, nigga that just ain't me,
Pretty clear I'm a 50 Cal to ya little 380,
Fuck ya little 380 nigga,

(Bridge)
Stay away from me now baby, 
Don't get yourself hurt, (Yeah, Yeah)
It's okay I don't need no healing, no, 
Don't beat a dead horse, (Yeah, Yeah)

(Chorus)
What to do, (What to do)
With everything, (Everything, Yeayeah)
What to do,  (What to do)
With everything, (Everything)

UNDEAD PAPI - W2D (Prod. Angelvs)

(Intro)
Dumpster corpse, you don't get a grave,
Hack a nigga up if he get in my way,
Don't try me, that's a mistake,
After we fade you won't have a face,

(Verse 1)
Hit 'em up like Pac,
Dumpster corpse let 'em rot,
Acting hard but you not,
I kill my way to the top,
Fuck!
Y'all act tough,
But ain't doing 'nun,
Talking big guns but you ain't never shoot none,
The fuck is up with that?
All 'ya lyrics cap

(Interlude)
I'm bringing natural selection back with every muzzle flash,
Aye, I'm just having fun on this one,
Still killing these niggas though,
Get a whole hashtag talm' bout long live 'ya faggot ass,
Bitch!

(Verse 2)
When I up that fire niggas drop dead,
Don't test me now, Ima hot head,
I don't pop pills I just pop lead,
You simping over bitches you gone give her bread,
I'm innat BM, 'ya BM gimme head,
It's over when I see him, leave that boy red,
Talking Rara, faceplant on cement,
Hahaha that 12 gauge got a spread,
Drop that boy behind 'em, buckshot peel ya dreads,
Run away I'll get you, wet you Mr. Gingerbread,
Nine shots in 'ya body like 50 Cent,
Have that pussyboy singing along to Many Men,
I'm the janitor taking out the fucking trash,
Mopstick, big drum, and a couple mags,
Dumpster corpse you ain't even worth a fucking pack,
Leave you for the maggots make a home up in 'ya flesh,
I don't fear you faggots, only buck on the internet,
Light 'em up, watch 'em fall to ashes, pussy cigarette,
He tried to buck, got slumped, now I'm hacking at his neck,

DUMPSTER CORPSE

UNDEAD PAPI - DUMPSTER CORPSE (PROD. 88VLEXX)

LYRICS :
(PRE-HOOK)
This choppa Astroworld, put niggas in a coffin,
Smoking on 'ya granny loud as fuck coughing,
It's 2021 bring 'yo ass out the closet,
40 round in the Zastava, go head count it,

(HOOK)
Zastava, hit 'em with the llama
Who want drama? I'm on edge from the trauma,
Shells dropping, leaving mothers sobbing,
Up the carnage, I'll hollow out 'ya noggin,

(VERSE)
Hoes flocking, here come 'ya babymomma,
I'm young Osama, opps fold like the towers,
Dick throbbing, running through these hoes I'm jogging,
Switch up my flows 'cause these niggas always jocking,
Oh wait that's 'yo auntie screaming UNDEAD PAPI,
I heard 'ya uncle mad she leaking like a faucet,
Just wait 'till he find out I fucked 'ya lil cousin,
That lil bitch short as fuck but damn that pussy bussin,
Stray bullets hitting by accident, Alec Baldwin,
This world has softened, I came to up the carnage,
Wah wah, you offended?
That's okay, my clips extended,
Non-stop them bullets ejecting,
Fah fah, trigger finger on addy,
Okay, lets get it,
Niggas run up on me I'm with it,
Got the big 40 and a 9 milli,
Keep a sawed off 'case a nigga act silly,
Okay, head splitting, 
This aint a four five, this a five seven,
Zastava in a backpack like Dylan,
Slide with 5 guys leave with 5 cracked melons,

(PRE-HOOK)
This choppa Astroworld, put niggas in a coffin,
Smoking on 'ya granny loud as fuck coughing,
It's 2021 bring 'yo ass out the closet,
40 round in the Zastava, go head count it,

(HOOK)
Zastava, hit 'em with the llama
Who want drama? I'm on edge from the trauma,
Shells dropping, leaving mothers sobbing,
Up the carnage, I'll hollow out 'ya noggin,

(OUTRO)
AASB4L You know what the fuck going on,
Issa demon in this bitch,
Y'all bitch ass niggas ain't stopping shit,
Fuck y'all niggas all yall niggas can suck my fucking dick bitch,

UNDEAD PAPI - ZASTAVA! (PROD. BRIAN SPENCER)

undead papi - it's still raining..   【ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴇxᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ】

LYRICS : 
Lost my life all around me is ruins
Not a fucking thing left just a shell of a human
Just a shell of a human
Lost my life all around me is ruins
Not a fucking thing left just a shell of a human
Just a shell of a human

Looking back I made it through what seemed impossible
Would have never thought I'd still be alive
I just got that mentality to keep pushing no matter what
It's like my rage kicks in when there's tragedy
And I just go face first into my problems
Relentlessly, mercilessly
But sometimes I be feeling like that's my worst quality
Because the more I fight, the more it pushes me back
So maybe I'm the problem
I don't know
I don't give a fuck either

voice of the plagued

ruins (intro)

undead papi - ruins (intro) |  prod. fantom

LYRICS : 

Three fifty seven that's my shell catcher (What)
Undead fuck 'ya BM he a homewrecker (Yeah)
Bitch I'm extra grimy move like Los Zetas (Ona G)
That means shut 'ya mouth or get 'ya head severed (Bitch)

Pimp slap a bitch like it's the fucking nineties (Stupid hoe)
Brutal with these bitches yeah they love Papi (Love Papi)
Masochists up on my dick, lost count of my bodies (Undead)
Whipping round the Beamer 'yo bitch give me sloppy (Sloppy)
Niggas won't speak up they don't wanna try me
Nigga sacrifice 'ya life like Illuminati (Huh)
Violate you niggas come on fucking try me (Fucking try me)
Undead keep the cannon yeah right beside me (Boom)
Watch a nigga fold like origami (Origami)
If you wanna die slow throw some hands like Rocky (Rocky Rocky)
All y'all niggas ass how you acting cocky? (Pussy)
I wear a fucking crown and act like nobody (Yeah)
I just keep it real that's how the streets taught me (Ona G)
Y'all running with them rats looking like Tekashi (Rats)
Pest control spin 'ya block until I'm nauseous (Boom boom)
Big banger turn a nigga block to Auschwitz (Yeah)

Three fifty seven that's my shell catcher (What)
Undead fuck 'ya BM he a homewrecker (Yeah)
Bitch I'm extra grimy move like Los Zetas (Ona G)
That means shut 'ya mouth or get 'ya head severed (Bitch)

I'm a beast you don't wanna test this rage (Test this rage)
Banging on my chest I'm a fucking ape (Fucking ape)
Captain save a hoe I grab you by 'ya cape (By 'ya cape)
Laid out on the pavement with the yellow tape (Yellow tape)
Y'all simping over bitches I be pimping 'em  (Pimping 'em)
Y'all tripping over women I be tricking 'em (Tricking 'em)
Hit 'em then I quit 'em I'll be dipping now
Undead fuck 'ya BM take her ass to Maury
This shotty got more bodies
Than 'ya skank ass shawty (Woah)

Three fifty seven that's my shell catcher (What)
Undead fuck 'ya BM he a homewrecker (Yeah)
Bitch I'm extra grimy move like Los Zetas (Ona G)
That means shut 'ya mouth or get 'ya head severed (Bitch)

Hit 'ya bitch in the crib I'm a homewrecker (Undead)
Beating these hoes like I got a vendetta (Ona gang)
I'ma wreck 'ya home crashing down like the Delta (Delta)
Undead be that mobster moving like Goodfellas (Woah)
Spray up 'ya crib like this K some repellent (Boom)
Rawr XD I put some holes up in 'ya denim (Denim)
Forty four python hit you with the venom (Venom)
Jakes gone wrap you in that bag like a fucking present (Yeah)
Tell 'ya dead homies you on 'ya way in a second (Huh)
Done sending warning shots I think they learned they lesson (Hey)
Spin 'ya block at six gotta hit 'ya bitch at seven (Boom)
Hit 'em in the legs it's a slow crawl to heaven

HOMEWRECKER

UNDEAD PAPI - HOMEWRECKER (PROD. NAMAHAGE)

LYRICS :

(Intro - Khamzat Chimaev & Daniel Cormier)
Khamzat Borz Chimaev
Who would you like to see next when you step into the octagon?
Everybody, everybody, I come here for everybody
Kill everybody, I'm the champ, I'm the king here ahh

It's the boogeyman
Hah, It's Undead, it's Undead
Undead, Undead, Undead

(Hook)
Hit 'em with a fifty, guts exit out the back (Rah)
Smoking on some sticky just might dip the blunt in wet (Wet)
Spin the block three sixty like that bitch an acrobat (Yeah)
I can not face defeat like my name was Khamzat 

(Verse 1)
In Killwaukee where it's cold like Dagestan (Dagestan)
Step to me bet this two two three blow off 'ya hands (Rah)
Leave 'em amputees like IEDs in Afghanistan (Boom)
War with me is guaranteed to have you in a bag
Click clack, brain splat (Huh)
What the fuck is that? (What)
Pull up with a rocket on my back just like the Taliban
Chit chat, blat blat
Nardo Wick stomp on they ass (Stomp on 'em)
Yoppa sleep these niggas like some fucking Ativan
Slice 'em up, blade on the grip turn you to shish-kebab (Haha)
This AK finna erase that boy just like he doodle bob
Ima nut on your bitch face make her look like a Cinnabon
Usain Bolt I run through these bitches just like a marathon
Thick Puerto Rican bitch I be fucking her to Reggaetón
I'm on amphetamines I can't eat just like it's Ramadan
Uh, like it's Ramadan (Aye)
Bitch I'm so sick I'm so viral like the Omicron
Try me? You best not
Got a tech nine turn your crib to Columbine
Wet your block 
This chop gone drop 'em
Huh, drop 'em like it's hot (Drop 'em)
Drop 'em like it's hot 
Drop 'em, drop 'em, drop 'em, drop 'em

(Hook)
Hit 'em with a fifty, guts exit out the back 
Smoking on some sticky just might dip the blunt in wet 
Spin the block three sixty like that bitch an acrobat 
I can not face defeat like my name was Khamzat 

(Verse 2)
Uh, like my name was Khamzat
Yeah, like my name was Khamzat
Yeah, like my name was Khamzat
Uh, uh, too many bitches on my cock
Uh, Fah
Fah, Fah
Watch 'em drop
Huh

(Outro - Khamzat Chimaev)
Ay listen, I am the king here
I will stay here long time
I gonna come for everybody, I kill everybody
You believe me now?
I told you I'm gonna kill 'em
That I did, he sleep bro

KHAMZAT

UNDEAD PAPI - KHAMZAT (PROD. ADRIAN ADDER & KYLE'SINFERNO)

LYRICS:

(Hook)
Put your hands up, clench your fists now
Buck pussy this gone be a crowdkill (Crowdkill)
You niggas act tough (What)
So don't back down (Down)
Either way youa' get slumped still (Slump 'em)
Throwing uppercuts (Yeah)
Temple hit the ground (Aye)
It's been a week and he ain't wake up still (Haha)
Tyson to his gut (Tyson)
Now his organs drown 
Kick his chest just to see the fucking blood spill (Hey)

(Verse 1)
Jump up in the pit (What)
Bitch I'm swinging fists (Bitch)
I'm aiming for your ribs my fists conditioned for this shit (Let's get it)
Been fighting since a jit (Run it)
Only way I've lived (Run it)
Embrace the violence bitch or Ima' fucking take your breath (Boom)
Forty on my waist I put these niggas in the grave (Fah fah)
Don't come 'round my way don't give a fuck drown in my rage
Got mesh tied to the K bitch I don't leave a single case (Hell nah)
Jakes tryna' build a case but it's okay I don't leave a trace (Bitch)

(Hook)
Put your hands up, clench your fists now
Buck pussy this gone be a crowdkill (Crowdkill)
You niggas act tough (What)
So don't back down (Down)
Either way youa' get slumped still (Slump 'em)
Throwing uppercuts (Yeah)
Temple hit the ground (Aye)
It's been a week and he ain't wake up still (Haha)
Tyson to his gut (Tyson)
Now his organs drown 
Kick his chest just to see the fucking blood spill 

(Verse 2)
Crowd kill bitch
Kill 'em all
Swing your fists
I want war
Ambulance
Drag your corpse
Broken ribs
But I keep going
Break your necks to these motherfucking eight-o-eights
Fuck what's next I look death right up in the face
I been dead ain't shit can change my mental state
Every breath wreaks endless violence my soul craves

CROWDKILL!

UNDEAD PAPI - CROWDKILL! (PROD. ROOSEVELT)

LYRICS:
(Hook)
Akimbo how I hold these fucking pistols
Tweaking ass nigga peaking through your fucking window
Want smoke? That's your bitch now she a widow
Fucking with the demon have you sleeping just like Kimbo

(Verse 1)
Kill 'em all, I don't got no survivors guilt
Heat on my waist make your motherfucking body melt
Dropping shells, bandolier that's my fucking belt
Assassinate a nigga, no you is not Roosevelt
Niggas want smoke 'till I bring out the 40 Mill
Mass homicide I turn shit to an overkill
Drum on the tool stay spinning like a power drill
Warlord baphomet bang them tools like a Navy SEAL
Set the streets ablaze, oh I'm the nihilist
Say you want change, I have yet to see you riot
Fight the world with my bloody fists, more violence
Break the barriers with my rage, oh I'm so righteous
Eyes see all, my words like the hands of Midas
Tool stay up focused on the war I'm fighting
Corpse still rage until the sound of war is silent
Prophet in the flesh, soul of a titan

(Hook)
Akimbo how I hold these fucking pistols
Tweaking ass nigga peaking through your fucking window
Want smoke? That's your bitch now she a widow
Fucking with the demon have you sleeping just like Kimbo

(Verse 2)
Bitch you get fucked with a blade
Hoes throw dirt on my name
I dig dirt for they grave
Leave 'em in the earth with no brain
Close range hit 'em with the gauge
Watch the slug rip through they face
Paint the wall with remains
No face no case, do the race
Hey
Hey
Hey

AKIMBO!

UNDEAD PAPI - AKIMBO! (PROD. SYSTEMATIK)

LYRICS -

(Intro : SAUSH)
Ahhh, haha
Leggo
Uh, woo, Saush 
Ugh, lahlahlah

(Hook : SAUSH)
Disgusting, Open up the pit 
Give a fuck if you punch me 
We gone throw a fit and get to jumping just trust me 
I can't really fuck with any bitches don't touch me 
Go support my only fans, like bitch you are crusty 

(Verse 1 : SAUSH)
I respect the hustle, that's a low you must be 
If you ain't my homie, you get treated like a custie
Haven't been on one track for a day, kinda rusty 
You smell like you came up out the toilet, that's musty 
What's up, I came in here to kick shit 
Get the fuck out my face if you not with the business 
Yeah you could say I'm a god damn misfit 
Wildin’ off the chain, I ain't never wanna listen
Turn it up, I need some fucking bass in my headphones 
Siri said I need to stop but I ain't listening to that though 
Acting like a pussy, go the fuck back to petco
Back in the day when I was trapping off of letgo 
Fuck all of that can't shut me up 
I keep on screaming ‘till my throat is done 
And do this shit for the muhfucking fun 
Oh my god, why you niggas so dumb 
How I can trust you, what ever it's done 
Chop up the beat and it sound like a drum 
Fuck with me say three, two, one
Fuck with me say three, two, one

(Hook : SAUSH)
Disgusting, Open up the pit 
Give a fuck if you punch me 
We gone throw a fit and get to jumping just trust me 
I can't really fuck with any bitches don't touch me 
Go support my only fans, like bitch you are crusty 

(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)
Saush, aye
These bitches disgust me (Yuck)
Took her panties off her pussy look like lunch meat (What the fuck)
Fuck out my telly go to Arby's with that roast beef (Nasty)
Okay you got a birkin but 'ya crib smell musty
Ram it down her throat make her barf on my cock
Bitch what the fuck? Now you gotta clean it up
Leaking out her nose, I love the grimy slop
Undead nasty like two girls one cup, fuck
AR got them titties and they double D's 
Five five sixes with green tips up in your arteries
Ughh you disgust me
Fuck the clout your numbers mean nothing
No matter what y'all niggas can't touch me
That's why these faggot pussies tryna' blackball me

(Hook : SAUSH)
Disgusting, Open up the pit 
Give a fuck if you punch me 
We gone throw a fit and get to jumping just trust me 
I can't really fuck with any bitches don't touch me 
Go support my only fans, like bitch you are crusty

DISGUSTING!

UNDEAD PAPI X SAUSH - DISGUSTING!

LIVE FAST, DIE FASTER

undead papi - impossible..(prod. Sleepless Boy)

UNDEAD PAPI - NAZAR(نزار) Prod. Anticon

UNDEAD PAPI - LIVE FAST, DIE FASTER (PROD. AASB MAG$)

LYRICS :

I would of never thought she was capable of this..

shy girl, says she wants to be my world
time swirls, going through the cycles
grow close, grip my neck with her chokehold
a cold soul, hidden behind the unknown
the lies girl, your narcissism on grandiose
you do the most and this time I won't just let it go

YOU LIED ON MY FUCKING NAME
YOU SICK PIECE OF SHIT, HOW COULD YOU SAY THESE THINGS
YOU DISGUSTING BITCH, KARMA WILL HAVE IT'S WAY
AND I JUST HOPE I LIVE LONG TO SEE THAT DAY
FOR EVERY LIE THAT YOU SPREAD, YOUR ENGULFED IN THE FLAMES
FOR EVERY KNIFE IN MY BACK, I HOPE YOU SUFFER THE SAME
BECAUSE I KNOW ONE THING ABOUT OUR FATE,
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
AND YOU WILL WEEP ENDLESSLY


the true evil in this world conceals itself
they are attentive to how they are perceived 
they will hide in plain sight, even disguising themselves with a false display of vulnerability
they will do anything to get what they want
I pray you don't encounter these people...

UNDEAD PAPI - liar. (prod. NXMADIC)

LYRICS: 

Ask me how I feel 
I feel nothing inside
My conflict surreal
Misery only thing by my side
I feel like some roadkill
Ran over and left behind
I hate you all still
I'm just not one of your kind

Fed up, I'm never enough
So numb from the horror
Can't front, I'm tortured
Time keeps on running shorter

I'm running in circles
Round and round hoping one day I make it
So many damn hurdles
It's like I don't never get a break, shit
I hate life and I just wanna change it
Dealt the wrong cards and devastation
Everything I got always gets taken
Put my all in just to get flushed down the drain bitch

Ask me how I feel 
I feel nothing inside
My conflict surreal
Misery only thing by my side
I feel like some roadkill
Ran over and left behind
I hate you all still
I'm just not one of your kind

Fed up, I'm never enough
So numb from the horror
Can't front, I'm tortured
Time keeps on running shorter

roadkill

UNDEAD PAPi - roadkill (Prod. CRCL)

LYRICS -

*intro*
Hahahahaha
(Si papi, uh, uh, uh)
(Roosevelt)

*verse 1*
I'm in love with the white girl, ain't talking bout becky
Sixty rounds in a quadstack bitch nigga don't test me
Green tips in the blick if the feds tryna arrest me
Turn pigs to bacon bites I ain't afraid to get messy
Bitch I'm a horny ass nigga I need you and your besties
Put that white up in her nose and my dick in her intestines
Push that bitch down the stairs if she tell me she pregnant
Fuck them kids and fuck you bitch I don't give a fuck get the message

*hook*
Yayo (Yayo)
Blow, Blow (Blow)
White girl (White girl)
I like her (I like her)

*verse 2*
So much blow up in my nose I'm starting to feel congested
I'm Santa Claus wrapping the bodies up like they some presents
I'm a Catholic priest with these beats every time they get molested
Fuck this industry all my enemies finna be dissected
This ain't no persona lil bitch be my guest and test me
Pull up to your show and have your guts fall out your belly
Whip out my dick and start pissing on your bitch R. Kelly
Disrespect limitless, take a shit where your granny buried
When I tweak I make my piece full auto when it's semi
If my homie disrespect me watch me turn to Melly
Kicking doors flipping shit, pop out with a Benelli
Adrenaline fiend I feel like Hardcore Henry

*hook*
Yayo (Yayo)
Blow, Blow (Blow)
White girl (White girl)
I like her (I like her)

*outro*
Got two bitches on leashes wimme
Doing lines up off my dick ina fucking stu nigga
Y'all already know how I'm coming
Ion give a fuck
Yayo!

YT GURL!

other plats

UNDEAD PAPi - YT GURL! (PROD. ROOSEVELT)

GRAVEDIGGER W/ UNDEAD PAPI (Prod. CRCL)

BORZ SMESH (KHAMZAT PT. 2)

BORZ SMESH (KHAMZAT PT. 2) | PROD. JATAN SATAN

BONES & SHRAPNEL

WRONG ONE

UNDEAD PAPI - WRONG ONE (PROD. 88VLEXX)

LEXAPRO! #CANCELLED

LEXAPRO! #CANCELLED     | PROD. N/O

jack frost

UNDEAD PAPi - jack frost

kiss me

UNDEAD PAPi - kiss me

OUTTA POCKET

SOSMULA & UNDEAD PAPI - OUTTA POCKET!

LIVELEAK

UNDEAD PAPi - LIVELEAK

INTERNET!

UNDEAD PAPi - INTERNET! (Prod. 18freezey)

FENTYLICIOUS

I CRASHED THA STRIKER IN 2 THA RETIREMENT HOME (prod. janecocaine + waeseven)

SH1T TALKIN (PROD. LAZERNIY)

Lyrics : https://genius.com/Undead-papi-r6b-z6mbie-lyrics

R6B Z6MBIE

UNDEAD PAPI - R6B Z6MBIE (Prod. YUNG VRO)

XXXTENTACION - ONE MINUTE w/ UNDEAD PAPI

VIDEO : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaNaB8Z99js

LYRICS : https://genius.com/Undead-papi-warlord-lyrics

PROD. BY XENA

WarLord

Warlord

UNDEAD PAPI & SOSMULA - WARLORD

UNDEAD PAPI - FMJ (Prod. MATTMAG$)

LYRICS :

(Verse 1 : UNDEAD PAPI) 


Call that bitch a craigslist civic that lil hoe got hella mileage,

I just might infect ‘ya bitch Undead sick coronavirus, 

Fiendin’ for that snow white ‘cause I needa’ clear my sinus,

Triple six Militant, 

Undead bang them tools like ISIS,





(Verse 2 : T0RTVRE) 

Wish a nigga would in his life, tryna’ fucking strike us.    

 Grab that fucking pole get to clipping, keep it right beside us,

Im a fucking beast rip your lungs out your body,                                                                 Blood sacrifice for the fame like illuminati,   



(Verse 3 : UNDEAD PAPI) 

Blade up on the grip,

Out the window slide down 35th,

Hit ‘ya melon let off 37 with this extendo clip,

Bacon with the glizzy let off 50 merk the fucking pigs,

Serrated blade in ‘ya fucking brain pussy nigga snitch,

Point it at the jakes not afraid of this life I live,

Point blank in the face, get erased with the fucking blick,

Im that grimy nigga rip her hair when I fuck that bitch,

Ram it in her skull make her throw up on my fucking dick,



                                                                                                                                (Verse 4 : T0RTVRE)

Pulling out the fucking mags, spraying on ’yo bitch.                                                                  Mothafucka’ i just put like 30 shots ’ya body  twitch.                                                                  Blasting suicide silence rest in piece to mitch,

Keeping all the fucking bitches body parts in the fridge,

Drop a nigga with cement shoes off 

the bridge,

Flesh eating acid Injected y’all with the syringe.                                                        Open up ‘yo crib inside it's dark bitch,

Three Dismembered corpses on ‘yo bed when you flip the switch,

Spread the virus, to cope with all my pain,



(bridge : UNDEAD PAPI & T0RTVRE)

Spread the virus,

Spread the virus,

Spread the virus,

More violence,

Up the violence,

Hella riots,

Global crisis,

You can’t fight it,

More violence,

No survival,

Homicidal,

Red dot on my rivals,

Instincts be so primal,

War paint like I’m tribal,

Load them rifles,





(Chorus : T0RTVRE)

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

We spread the virus,

We always spread the virus,

CORONAVIRUS

UNDEAD PAPI & T0RTVRE - CORONAVIRUS (PROD. NAMAHAGE)

LYRICS : 

(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
Bitch, fuck up out my face,
I ain't with that talking, let it spray,
Fuck what you gotta say,
You got a problem let it spray,
Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain,
Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate,

(Verse 1 : T0RTVRE)
On foe nem my nigga, these niggas are tripping.                                                           They paying dem hoes onlyfans why they simping.                                                               the summer im dressing all black i be dripping.                                                             My nigga yo time gon be up, da clock ticking.                                                                  I'm Grabbing dat choppa dem bodies be flipping.                                                               I'm catching you slipping, you run like a chicken.                                                               You talking dat shit I don't care dat you kidding.                                                               You niggas be hating, you mad cause I'm winning.                                                            Blast dat behemoth or bitch we ain't fucking.                                                    Waisted my time stupid bitch you ain't nothing.                                                             Ion do favors you bitches be bugging.                                                               Don't give a fuck dat you bitches want  something.                                                         Me and my nigga undead in this bitch, we be killing this shit, yea we keeping it bussing,
dissing my homies we loading the pipes, we gone drive by yo block, you won't see dat shit coming.
keeping dat strap all tucking. 
 smoking dat loud i be puffing. 
Bitch, goofy ass hoe i ain't coming, 
lying to my face why these bitches be bluffing. 
Stupid ass goofy ass nigga got me fucked up.                                                                           Talking all dat shit that muhfucka' better run up.                                                                          Fuck around and get 'yo fucking house all blown up.                                                           Feeling like I'm varg, watch a fucking church burn up.  

(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
Bitch, fuck up out my face,
I ain't with that talking, let it spray,
Fuck what you gotta say,
You got a problem let it spray,
Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain,
Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate,

(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)
All 'em shell case dropping, 
Homicide my only dropping,
Piss up on 'ya coffin, closed casket 'ya mother sobbing,
Where 'ya fucking noggin, body blown up by a rocket,
Undead up the carnage, got ya whole family boxed in,
Blow limbs off while they walking,
Go head to 'ya grave crawling,
Funeral service mocking,
Smoking dead opps coughing,
Count 'ya fucking losses,
You fucked up with all that talking,
You a puddle on the ground now,
Jakes gone get to mopping, bitch!

MILWAUKEE DEMON : VOLUME II

UNDEAD PAPI x T0RTVRE - NO TALKING! (PROD. TREETIME)

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