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psychosis (hype / rage tracks)

metaltrap❤️by trixirt

triXirt❤️

Act VI. Anxiety

daily vibes

I HATE IT

STREAM

ERASERHEAD! (Prod. Artmoney) **IG: @SHOOTRARE**

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!

Other Platforms

UNDEAD PAPI - CROWDKILL! (PROD. ROOSEVELT)

Prod. Guala Beatz, David Morse
Feat. https://soundcloud.com/rapgodpatron

RONEN

OWN (Feat. Pat Ron)

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)

𖤐 BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL 𖤐
IG: @killrare

1. KREEP (Prod. NASCARWYA)
2. AFK! (Prod. PLASMA & ZEETERNAL)
3. AILEEN(Prod. SLAE)
4. SCORPION KILLER (Prod. SINGE)

AFK! (Prod. PLASMA & ZEETERNAL)

𖤐 BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL 𖤐
IG: @killrare

1. KREEP (Prod. NASCARWYA)
2. AFK! (Prod. PLASMA & ZEETERNAL)
3. AILEEN (Prod. SLAE)
4. SCORPION KILLER (Prod. SINGE)

KREEP (Prod. NASCARWYA)

LIVE FAST, DIE FASTER

UNDEAD PAPI - TOO MANY THINGS (PROD. ANGELVS)

BAD DAY :( W/ GUTTERBOYSOUZ, PYRXCITER, 94BRIZZY, & UNDEAD PAPI (Prod. WalkAmongKings)

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)

alive

Kill (prod. southgarden)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Ghostemane-squeeze-annotated

Hexada

Squeeze

[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]

You mother fucker’s pitiful 
I’m too sick of you
I’m a walking visual
You boys refillable
Unforgivable, once you cross me hoe
Now you a mother fucking stain to Lil Cut Throat [pop]

Let the gun bang
Nuts hang
Drug game ain’t the same
“$avage” tatted on my face
GREY Ape
Reason why we hot box
Fuck a badge
Fuck a cop
Even if the ‘K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside Knotty
Scope on the shotty
Semi-blow ya body
Tony gripping on the Tommy bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I’m Ozzy
You got a problem mother fucker?
Come and try me
I’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
North, north
East side
Five nine
Tony grippin’ Tommy...
Fuck around
End up get ya body autopsy
I be that walking zombie
Bath salts
Eating bodies
3 choppas and a shotty
Shooting everybody

Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Bad Azz
On them drugs, Jiggin’
Jaws locked - clinching
Trigger finger itching
If you think I’m kiddin’...
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking boy
Fuck a backwoods
Swishers what I use boy
Smoke what I choose
Do what I wanna do
Mother fuck you
And your punk friends too, you bitch


[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

blunt lit lungs itch bitch i like the sting

smokin potent thinkin im the chosen one bitch im a king

i can hear my dead homies sing

now my eyes always hurtin wipin tears with diamond rings



hol up fuck boy

who the fuck said we cool

man i quit smokin wit hypebeasts back in 2002

what it do

motherfucker ima fool

ruby da cherry is ghoulin with goblins

if you got a problem then you betta move

from the womb to the tomb

bustin out early bustin out soon

black out the city bitch im back on the 30s

in bout 20 minutes we’ll be on the moon uh



drugs got me fucked up

sluts got me drugged up

fuck 

slap my face against a pill to crush it up

government id

helps get me high

seein stars in the mirror like im lookin with a bright beam

lime green paint but the rims lookin spike lee

mighty sloppy might be cocky

an i in the right scene?

highly unlikey and im willin to fuckin bet





leave a pussy wet

then i leave a pussy wet

im a fuckin vet

im a motherfuckin threat

G59 the set

G59 will make you sweat

i dont give a fuck is my fuckin epithet

lace up my nike decades

meet me at heavens gate

7th ward by the lake til my death

I Want to Die In New Orleans

CARROLLTON

I WANT TO DIE IN NEW ORLEANS DROPS SEPT 7
PREORDER: https://suicideboysstore.com

[VERSE 1: NORMAN AROMIC] 

hold up
po’ me up
double the cup just to cut the stress in half
guess who the fuck left
after all is said and done regret the past
best move along got a long way to go
i dont know
i dont know
i dont know
shawty i dont mind but your always on my mind
think about you all the time
think about you all the time
where the fuck was i when this relationship dried
i was probably (too) high to realized you left my side
i will finally give out and die
i would love it if you bring me flowers if you come by
if you come around

[VERSE 2: ANTHONY MARS]

$uicide been on my mind
Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time
Each time you left
Feels like you died
Depressed and I don’t wanna go on any longer
Delusions keep me going
Illusions keep me hoping
Parachute woven from broken down
Men - are from Mars
But there’s nothing but cold
Grow up all alone
No fam
No home
So I do drugs just to numb up
Yea I do drugs when I wanna
Back off the Xans
Five in the morning
Ain’t tryna come down
Ain’t tryna be sober

MEET MR. NICEGUY

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: Ruby da Cherry]

yeah, i was the wave but now i feel the tide pulling back
ocean flat
often i lay in this coffin
sleep on my back
toss a couple of them back
my liver really starting to slack and i can feel my lungs decaying from the cigarette packs
i havent thought of $UICIDE since i was living in the back of Blackout's pad
my heart torn in half
now i've got everything i ever wanted, but now i don't want it
i feel like i'm haunted i feel like i'm cursed
hopefully soon i'll return to the dirt
a material world with a virtual nerve
bitch i see what it's worth
toss me out on the curb
leave me behind
walk a straight line to hell
as yall swerve away lost in the choice not to sell
roll me up a blunt
i need to get lost
all yall talk bout sauce
i'm wiping frozen cuts with frost
i'm slicing open guts and tossing frauds off to the side
half of $UICIDE a couple million now who ready to fucking die

[VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH]

two cups and a bad bitch
then i pop me a xanax quick
call shake when i need that fix
call nick when i need that itch
call krez just to pop on 'phetamine
max beck in the back pop seventeen
yung kurt cobain with the heroin
slick love drugs over everything
shooting stars up in my veins whoa
but look at your bank rool
so?
just spend it on more dope
more woes
fuck you care for?
but lately i feel guilty i feel so badly
they say i made it and that should be satisfactory
lately i feel like i have nobody
all alone in an empty hotel lobby
4 AM praying can i get some rest
dreams of $UICIDE and the need for death

KING TULIP

FATAL

NEVER THERE

BLACK AND WHITE

MOSHI MOSHI W/ PYRXCITER & YOUNG ZETTON (Prod. SINGE + BRIAN SPENCER)

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!

UNDEAD PAPI - TOO MANY THINGS (PROD. ANGELVS)

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