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i need this kind of vocals on dubstep music its so sick combining these two genres together 💓

lyrics: 

i got a bad lil biddy
hit her dance, shake that ass in the back drop
grippin with a plan, i be laughing when the mac pop
feelin like the man, huh?
where the stash spot?
run into the gang, leave you prayin when that ass drop
blade drain veins, got a target on you
i bang janes, AKs and a rocket or two
i be chillin in the back, 8 racks for the strap
name tag X'd out, i ain't arguing dude

i ain't rocking with the bean or the lean, too
nigga get it poppin with the beam, i am evil
niggas hella gaudy in the scene, they be see through
pussy not a problem, got the keys like i'm riku

damn
ay, where the party?
ay
ay, let's get it started
ay
heard that pussy nigga want a fuckin problem
eat his damn face, pussy nigga, i am starving

12 men dead, spun the block on my skateboard
12 came in, saw the blood on my baseboards
5.56 or the glock with the razor
i can't pick, outta stock i got 8 more
lil rezzy got a bone to pick
i'm on the road to rich
they try to clone the shit, huh
and if he rippin like a vulture, shit
i'm not opposed to clips
and I will fold your shit up

out on all platforms

heat signature (prod. stvrfire)

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

I dont think you understand the trouble you in
33 been dragging bodies out the cellar again
And really lately my mental state hasnt been on its bestest
Pulled the chain a little too hard now her body is headless
Oh dear what a shame
But who really needs a brain?
Walk around like you aint got one everyone is here to blame
Cant escape me bitch no matter how far you go
I can track your scent like im a dog in a grove

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

Lost inside yourself its like you fucks never listened
Told your ass to watch your back or you might end up missing
Tell me how it feels
Living nightmare shit is real
You cant run from me forever bitch im nipping at your heals
Look bitch! save yourself the exhaustion
Let me drag you cross the forest to my cellar and lock it
You like that! lets make you feel how i felt
Buried underneath the surface still alive with no bell

Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion
Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

spotify

GauzeValley (prod. ³³marrow)

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

BOGIE

prod @nimbustwokay, @killjei & me
mixed by lord gasp


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I don't like the way u talk to me
Fuck out of my way you mortal weakling
all that noise, babble’s like a free lobotomy
talking so much shit, bet you dont mind loosing teeth

Started with a rap
Shh quiet
Theres a mastermind at work don't interact
All the stars allign when you wear the bogie mask
I be feeling myself, bitch I fuck with myself that's a fact 

young spirit rocking balenci jacket, the shape C
shakespeare, the way the lyrical deeper than a rem sleep
cut sleeves, faux sheep sheers, grace of a frolicking deer 
i fuck on a promising dear, she can feel the pain i endure

too much barking, all that shit that you steer is over my head
don't get near, i can smell it from here everything you spread
 little xerox, army of clones, copy of a man

spit on your scene, oh i thought it couldn't get any better
another fiend i’ve relied on like a blinded savior
now peep the freak how he handles like a drunken sailor
ain't allowed to breathe in that world that’s gonna fuck you over
b-bitch
bitch i didn't change, just y'all never really changed enough
never stay the same
all i did, i did it thru the rough
it's that raw thang, visions reminiscant of a snuff
embody the juice that tweaks the brain like 'The Stuff'

couple of knives in the back, i got tired
If there’s a god then your god is a liar
i’m running in reverse
sleeping thru all my alarms, i can’t see clear  
I'm born cursed

I don't like the way u talk to me
Fuck out of my way you mortal weakling
all that noise, babble’s like a free lobotomy
talking so much shit, bet you dont mind loosing teeth

Bogie

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

out on all platfroms

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

written/recorded/mixed/mastered by MOSSBACK

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

Living in a world
Thats more askew than alive
Maybe I got lost along the way
Thats okay

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Beaming from the center of the earth
Its so real
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Pushin thirty
You're still learning
What it means to feel
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

HANGDOG

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

savage ga$p x kamaara x grim salvo - in your darkest nightmares, you'll see me (￣。￣)～ｚｚｚ

KAMAARA, Savage Ga$p, Witchouse 40k, Saliva Grey, 99zed, TWENTYTHREE, Grim Salvo

PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

Haunted House - PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

Written by Grim Salvo x 99zed @lilsherm187 x Saliva Grey @salivagrey
PROD. HELLMEBABY @hellmebaby

- L Y R I C S +

SLEUTH

Think I don’t give just enough of a fuck
Glow like I’m frozen
My dosage corrupt
Flow like a chosen until I combust into nothing but dust
My son, I don’t think you want to press your luck
They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust 
Old game’s so corrupt
Lotta fans gotta fetish for the blood 
Father figure was a .38 
There goes that son of a gun
Leading them all astray with disgrace for the next fresh dove
Pray for a man who won’t settle 
He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle 
They might pop a little quiet pill up in his dental
They hope you aint got the potential to let go
And assemble your own end goals
So bleed every last drop of the dream
From the throat of some old GOATs 
No antidote for the soul bloat 

MOSSBACK

Bitches try to hold me by the goatee 
On my dome piece
Like they own me, own me
I just feed 'em pepperoni on a hoagie till they foamy 
Back in ’03 I was already OG
2014 showed me
I can only proceed in the lonely, as a trophy
Think you know me?
You a homie?
Get you out my situation with a ceremony 
I give grown men nightmares
Call me alimony 
When you talk all I hear is a dial tone, so phony
Tellin' everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony 
Feed that bitch some macaroni
Or she’ll find me, low key 
Looking for a pokey
Ride me like a Ginuwine Pony
While you getting nosey with your cronies 
When you find out 
I’ll be dead already under 6 feet of concrete

SALIVA GREY

Pull up with the motherfuckin' blade on my conscience
Fuck the meds in my pocket
Imma go off 'em
Motherfuckers ain’t honest
But they really good at shouting
Fuck about the commas?
Why they living so shallow?
Take a look up at the shadow
I...
Woke up today and I ain’t meditate
Now all my demons gon' circle my brain
Now all a sudden I hate life
Fuck up out my damn sight
Hold up for a second 
99, Saliva, Grim are in this bitch you know we coming with that motherfuckin' cemetery flow

99ZED

Smile on my face while I’m grippin' on the hatchet
Pull my hoodie up, like I’m Jason get to slashing
Choppin' up they limbs 
99 is going batshit
East End Butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged
99 keep the fuckin' knife on the nightstand
Ready to take your life in the night like I’m Iceman
Creeping out of sight 
I keep the ratchet in my right hand
Painting the walls red
I am the catalyst of violence

Boysenberry Sepsis

BOYSENBERRY SEPSIS (FEAT. SALIVA GREY & 99ZED) [PROD. HELLMEBABY]

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savage ga$p x kamaara x grim salvo - in your darkest nightmares, you'll see me (￣。￣)～ｚｚｚ

Savage Ga$p (@Savagegasp)

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