TRACK 1 of the “CORPSE GALORE” EP

written & performed by fxckjamie and gashum
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by gvzzvh

BLACK MASK (FEAT. GASHUM) [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

BLADEHIIT

BLADEHIIT FT. LXXIV + TR3

Miserable, Im feeling terribly 
Happiness, Ive never felt it, no glee
I only feel something when Im on the beat
Im in the stu its like heaven to me

Give me some opium or amphetamine
Death guaranteed
Ketamine therapy
King of the underworld top nominee 
Mark of the beast or another vaccine 
Take mescaline and then play in the street
Releasing the DMT death is the fee
Nothing in our lives will ever be free
No one escaping they drown in the deep

Im hoping that we all go fucking extinct
Im hoping that we all get to taste the bleed
Im praying that none of you rest in peace
Im saying that none of you should exist
You think Im wrong, you can eat my dick
Rather be gone than live like this 

You over dramatic and anti-climatic, your life aint traumatic, im psychosomatic, shoot automatics, i feel like a pirate, ill sink the titanic, the devil fanatic

Pessimist, yes Im a pessimist, you are a pest to me, stop all that envying, find out whats haunting me
Blasphemous narcissist, satanist terrorist, your life is in peril, I cant coexist
A hedonist masochist, turn to a sadist, dumping some ammo outside of your residence
Stacking the presidents, dead, one to the head
Theyre filling our world with the dread
Metallica I got the lead, leave on you read
Spraying the shotty it spread

Ill never be content
I Realize I was never meant to live
Realize I dont show scars on wrist
Rather be gone than live like this 

Ive said it before but Ill give it all up just to see the whole world burn and then turn into dust
I dont give a fuck about anyone, from what ive seen all these humans are done
Theyve lived long enough


im wishing i could be alive
im destined to die
im destined to take my own life
before i go im cutting ties
im leaving you all as i rot in a cell for my crimes
my enemy is my own mind 
your telling me i am a satanist, look at your life
look at these lies that cut like a knife
right into your heart 
the blood sacrifice stabbed deep in your hide
theres no where to run if your demons are from your own mind
im cursed in the eyes of the blind
who tell me im fine
im just out of line
thats why i get high
and scratch every inch of my skin till i bleed like im hung on the cross being crucified 
i am your false idol
i am your false hope
you say that im hated
you thought i dont know

i i i know 
i know about the pain
i know about the rage
i know about the end of days
trust me bitch i know

Money Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Fund Substance Abuse

AY U! (Prod. Sayyas & Auxxk)

lyrics

Fuck it we ain’t ducking, talking toughly wit some distance, 
Got you gassed up of some friend shit, cause you thought this was some friend shit,

Should be careful when you listen, cause you thought you made a difference, 
But you really on just on dicks, controversy keep you living,

Niggas dressed up like a bitch making threats what a villain,
Shit get crazy in my presence it’s some friend shit where’s the clinic, 

But you tryna pick a fight from a burner, to play victim,
Cause you really got no spine, I feel like stain this shit different,
Cause We got the same objective but approach it hella different, 

Niggas playing super hero but they feeling like a villain, 
But we peeped the weak ass angle, noticed how to tryna flip it, 
Rinse that shit up off my name, cause I ain’t never had that interest,

But it’s funny niggas paid it, just say it, that shit different,
Who is he, I don’t, but we could play it for the trolllin,
Guess it’s cool to be a bitch, a gossip girl to you look golden,

This shit some foldgers, 
Watch how I fold ya 
you act like the baddest bitch, 

But it’s cool keep talking on them burners,
You going reap what you sow lil bitch. 

Fuck it keep it pushing, 
I ain’t thinking wit no empathy,
I used give a fuck,
But I’m really living anti g,

no panic in movement,
I’m just really tryna cool it, 
Peep the moves and
 that shit grovey,
Recollection got me purging, 
Had to clear up them insurgents, 
Cause I really feel divergent, 
Had clear up all them urges, 
For I end up in the circus, 
I ain’t tryna play that circuit, 
Play it cool up on the surface,

But the demons really lurking, 
Demonstration looking godly, 
Cause I gave them niggas purpose,
Got’em stalking like I’m famous, 
Cause some feelings really hurting, 

Got you feeling like you hercule, 
Ain’t no stain up in yo statement, 
You just talking hella hot, 
In the flesh they be so friendly, 
On the net they be thuggin 

Man theses niggas really buggin 
They ain’t really on no fuck shit,
They just really good at bluffing,
Less I’m really fucking tripping,
But I highly see the difference, 
I ain’t even popped a pence,

I just loaded up my pistol, 
Cause I’m usually independent,
Ain’t no chance they catch vengeance,
Always safe, rarely sorry, yeah we living kinda different. 

Ain’t too shy about my interest,
Cause I always been the difference, 
Like I’m jobs, I make’em witness, 
Gave a fuck if I’m offensive, 

Hold up wait don’t get defensive, 
I ain’t never give a mention,
Ain’t need to be so bitchy,

DEMONstration (prod. Citr3s)

Im back in black on black on black the same old crap
Gotta blunt thats fat, need hella racks, pussy ass bitch cant fuck with cats
Can meet my gat I dont wanna chat, add em to the stats 
You bugging some like gnats, hit em with blyat blyat stat

That means immediately 
So sick and tired I cant even hire Ill prolly just fire a shrink
The highest bidder I offer my liver then into nether I’ll sink
Take my own life in a blink, suicide what did you think?
Dying’s been my passion, aint no rationing on tragedies and I havent peaked on me

Yet Im up in the scene, check might pop a bean 
Yes might be a fiend, bet Ill get yo team wet 
Wishing that we never met, underground artists some rats
Its you and your dogs I don’t need no resolve you gon need a vet and i mean that

Need a new remedy, xanax and hennesy, shout out yung Kota B, Missing my People, the cult
The sheeple will never revolt, who should be held at fault? 
Results of the evil claimed leaders, oblivious masses will falter, wait for humanity’s fall, gripping a saw, leave them appalled then we wait for applause, hop off my balls

I think these psyops gon autopsy Ouija, pay me and I’ll make it easy
OD on something enough make elephants even stop breathing
Enough to put under demons, take me I don’t need no reason
Satan said I’d be a beacon if I survive one more season
Cap in your raps got no meaning, me vs you isn’t even

Population Control Pt. 3

Some new songs some from years ago
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