808 overload. Every track crafted with malicious intent to abuse your serotonin. A horrific, nightmare-fueled display of charisma, poetry, and chaos. Consider this an early Christmas gift on Halloween.

$IGILS & 808s

[lyrics]
Thoughts of her, even when she gone
Too fucked up, feelin like i died
Young black boy wit a young black mind 
Waitin for the day when the world is mine

Wont give a fuck bout those blue lights
Only drink sweets, yall don’t really wanna party 
They done put the flashlights in my eyes
They could see how wide

My mind really is refined
Baby please
Lemme feel the kiss
Wait i gotta piss

Sorry too drunk
Now let’s have fun
Fuckin up the sheets
Dramatic, shaky knees

Mask Off

[Lyrics]
I’m catching cramps in my muscles cuz I be flexing too much
Gosta ignore all the haters cuz I be laughing too much
Wit all dis cash in pockets, man I be saggin too much
I had to pet my ferrari cuz she be growling too much
Said we get active too much
We dripped in fashion too much
You dripped in fashion too little
While I be swaggin too much
They had to revoke my license cuz I be smashing too much
Yo nose a hunned feet long, cuz you be cappin too much

Please make a modern Gallardo
I need that fucker tomorrow
Do me a solid, I promise that I won’t crash it too much

I stack my money to prove its taller than Kilimanjaro
It’s like my diamonds be naked cuz they be flashing too much

I got her eating the board 
She got her knees on the floor
Nigga the only thing going up
Is me and my doors
Better yet, me and the score
And all these fe’s turn to whores
You mad at me, what for?
Cuz I got the key to her door

And I put dat glock to your pores
You don’t wanna spark up a war
Cuz I’m bound to come for yo riches
Bet he found his bitch on the floor
I was all in ya bitch mouth like a beatbox
Washed out like a detox, she sore
Hammer down, hammer down, he like Thor
Left her ass in shock like Chidori

I’m catching cramps in my muscles cuz I be flexing too much
Gosta ignore all the haters cuz I be laughing too much
Wit all dis cash in pockets, man I be saggin too much
I had to pet my ferrari cuz she be growling too much

prod. bloodlinegenesis

2Much

[Lyrics]
Ay whatever’s left in dat mag
We gon waste it, we gon dump it 
So don’t be scared when you up it
You don’t want no metal repercussions
If them niggas don’t rock the same flag
And pop the same tags, my nigga we gotta fuck em
ian talkin bout bitches workin the blade
You remember what happened to ya lil brother?
Killin shit, we drillin shit, we dumpin clips and we spillin shit
Clientele, get real commissions, turn the trap house to a dealership
Run the racks or get jumped in, that’s how you gettin that membership
Fuck all of these fake people, my best friend is benjamin

We sluttin bitches on cam
And dumpin niggas in sand
And record they face while they scared
And send it to they whole fam

We’ll lynch a nigga, no klan
This ditch is filled with no men 
I’m glad you weren’t listening

[Archive001]

[Lyrics]

Get more pape than dictionary
Get more pape than library
I’m glorious, I’m legendary
Luxurious itinerary
Don’t @ me, he black mage
He cast for them rackies
This doll ain’t for bad days
It’s not my compadre 

Bend that, his back break
Westside, yeah dat way
Pull up to the bone shop, by the vampire cafe
Catch me by the causeway
Want gothic archways
And the whole world my voodoo doll, I’m pickin at it like all day

Like all day
And the whole world my voodoo doll, I’m pickin at it like all day

Like all day
And the whole world my voodoo doll, I’m pickin at it like all-

BARON
Baron, Baron, Baron, Baron, you too smooth wit it
She like what I say and I could never be too lewd wit it
Crazy how I met a bitch and she had more than 2 tiddies
I could skin a bitch cuz you could never be too nude wit it

Now they gettin tired of what I say, ian no rude nigga
Only gettin tired of what I say cuz it’s the truth nigga
Soaking in denial bc they know I got the proof nigga
If this yo cup of tea than nigga this my bowl of stew nigga

This
My bowl of gumbo
I
Walk in wit drumroll
He
Stay wit them cutthroats
We
Geeked when that blunt rolled
I 
Sit in the front row
Y’all
Don’t want that gunsmoke
Cut
Blades yeah we tuck those
Big
Prey yeah we hunt those

Get more pape than dictionary
Get more pape than library
I’m glorious, I’m legendary
Luxurious itinerary
Don’t @ me, he black mage
He cast for them rackies
This doll ain’t for bad days
It’s not my compadre 

Bend that, his back break
Westside, yeah dat way
Pull up to the bone shop, by the vampire cafe
Catch me by the causeway
Want gothic archways
And the whole world my voodoo doll, I’m pickin at it like all day

Pickin at it all day
I said I’m pickin at it all day
All day

Voodoo

Stealth (Freestyle)

[Lyrics]

She got a thick butt, girl gon poke it out
Pretty panties, they polka dot
Redbone, freckle face, polka dot
Bitch we got da beams up, polka dot

Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot

Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot

Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot

Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot

It’s my bday bitch, come and pop some pussy on me
Pull ya panties to the side and show yo pussy hoe
Gushy wet, I got 2 fingers in her pussy hole
If you ain’t throwin no money, you a pussy hoe
Bitch I’m tryna eat the money, call dat cookie dough
I could make a hurricane, ian no rookie hoe
I got boulders in my pockets, whatchu lookin for?
Yeah you dropped a couple songs, are you cookin tho?
Yeah you dropped a couple verses, are you hooking tho?
And the way she gave me brain, are you booking hoe?
Don’t say she got bad pussy, cuz it’s bushy bro
You just had some bad pussy from a bushy hoe

Thick butt, girl gon poke it out
Pretty panties, they polka dot
Redbone, freckle face, polka dot
We got dem beams up lil nigga polka dot

Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot (she keep)

Polka dot (she keep)
Polka dot (she keep)
Polka dot (she keep)
Polka dot

She keep on flashing me them polka dot panties
Then she pulled em to the side, show punani
She bend over and i watch her pat the fanny
And she freaky, in her booty, it’s a xanny

Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot

Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot
Polka dot

Polka Dot

[Lyrics]
Juugin shit like I don’t make no checks, finesse
Lemme wear dat cuban on yo neck so I can flex
Goofy nigga won’t get this shit back, finesse
Watch yo back, yo pussy ass might jus get, finesse 
Trickin on dat bitch and still no sex, finesse
Promise her sum bands and she get wet, finesse
Ran off on dat bitch, she gave me neck, finesse
Plug gon drop the price and now it’s set, finesse

Flexin and finessin, jus come hand and hand
Ion fuck round wit no niggas, that I’m better than
All dese hoes bow to me, cuz I set the trend
Yeen ever catch me followin no caravan
I jus met a pretty bitch n she from Harahan
Dead end, we posted up jus like the Taliban
You get O’s, but I get P’s straight from Telegram
Puff the fog wit money rain, they call me Weatherman

Dis dat money music
Dis dat hustle music
Dis that get the bag and make dat fucker double music
Dis dat pack it up and zip it in da duffel music
Dis aint honest, but it’s damn sure humble music

Bet you see couple bands when they mail it, finesse
Ian 21, I bet you he still sell it, finesse
He was scared, I juug dis nigga wit a pellet, finesse
Money stench is all I really be inhaling, finesse

Juugin shit like I don’t make no checks, finesse
Lemme wear dat cuban on yo neck so I can flex
Goofy nigga won’t get this shit back, finesse
Watch yo back, yo pussy ass might jus get, finesse 
Trickin on dat bitch and still no sex, finesse
Promise her sum bands and she get wet, finesse
Ran off on dat bitch, she gave me neck, finesse
Plug gon drop the price and now it’s set, finesse

prod. surrealcash

Finesse

[Lyrics]

Straight face
At dat boy cuz he claim he da man
Throw the money now she wanna dance
In a 4 door whip, don’t scrape the Benz
Smokin phantom, we rollin like Dan
Bright as hell, might jus give a yung nigga a tan
Cuz my skin really pale as a vamp

Do you believe in monsters?
Stickin out my head is the locus
Silver bullets all packed in the yoppa
When I’m lookin, I only see darkness
Pillow cushion all yall be too soft for me
Stick in the bag, taki
What is a goon to a goblin
Nigga what is a goon to a goblin
What’s a goblin to a demon
Since 05’ been creepin

They don’t believe it
Blood drip where my teeth is
Baby promise I’m not evil
Since 05’ been creepin
I was pullin nurses as a fetus
Tell me what’s the mood for this evening
Grab a couple ghouls n now we feasting
Lay a hunned rounds on ya team bitch
Solar overcast for the season
Skin cold enough to change the season
Boy I swear I love this typa season

They say moppy always so anemic
Truly I was born on halloween nigga
Posted on the corner where ya street is
I’m collaborating wit some demons
Nigga yeen sippin alchemy nigga
Why yo pots and pans so fuckin clean nigga
Nigga trap boomin in his dreams nigga
You don’t got nobody really fiendin
Got nobody trickin for a treat nigga

Trick or Treat

LIKE THIS (FREESTYLE)

[Lyrics]
Flexin all the time, blood red whip like wine
Ion give a fuck bout dyin cuz I can’t even die
Whole time I been god, bitch wanna fuck my guys
After a nut, bye bye, after a nut, bye bye 
I’ll let a fuck boy run, wont let a fuck boy hide
Platinum blonde the dye, Skud wit purple eyes
Yung niggas in the ride, in the puss i’m tryna die
In the mosh ima tryna dive, and the watch gon cost me 5
And they copy how I thrive, wanna copy up my life
Chick could top me til I die, chick could top me til I cry
You could walk but bitch I’m flyin, Im in the blood bank servin pies
She wanna fuck, bitch get in line
See I’m burning in daylight
Bitch I’m burning in daylight
Yeah I’m burning in daylight
I been a vampire all my life
And my skin pale but the bitch not white
Bitches on snap tryna be my wife, they be gettin played the whole damn time
Bring dis shit back, make da shit rewind
Bring dis shit back, make da shit rewind

Dead it

Dead it, all my niggas pull up and we dead it
Bet yo body get posted on reddit
I done snuck in the spot wit a weapon
I pull out a pump and I yell out esketit
You fuckin wit me then ya blockin ya blessin
They say whatchu puffin, I call dis shit “heaven”
I’m in the top two and I bet I ain’t second
I bet i’m the first
This rifle’ll switch from the semi to burst
All these bitches I swear to god this shit a curse
Nigga I am the prototype, they call me Merc’
And I swear ima carry every single verse
Are you droppin the neck or u just wanna flirt
I be workin so hard to get it out the dirt
And I turned to a stunna, das without the skirt
Ion need a bad bitch, I make da money twerk
Make da cash twerk, make da cash work
You could blast second, ima blast first
Ima bouta wreck em, any last words?
Ima get to tweakin, ima go berzerk
They could bite the swag, they could bite da curse
Yeen got no racks, broke boi alert
Ima be the reason why they make a purge
Hate when it’s day time cuz I burn

I’m burning in daylight
I’m burning in daylight
I’m burning in daylight 
I been a vampire all my life
I’m burning in daylight
I’m burning in daylight
Burning in daylight

Daylyte

[Lyrics]

Ain’t black money, this blood money boy
Blood money boy Bloo-blood money boy
Where tf you get them racks, pretty boy?
Move around the work, I’m gunrunning boy
Get dumb money boy, getchu some buddy boy
It be hard not to take a lump sum buddy boy
I be tryin to stare at it and cum buddy boy
Tryna act like you care bout me but want money bitch

Bitch
Bitch
Get the fuck out my face
Think you gettin some money, u gotta be laced
Yeen put in no blood bitch u can’t get a taste
Why this bih acting bad like she worth being chased
That’s the game that I run like I’m tryna escape
I like K’s wit a dot but I’ll pick up a drac
Bloo-blood money love me, I love it the same

Wit the blood money swear dat I’m winnin every bet
Wit the blood money swear dat I’m never in debt
Wit the blood money piling, Im never upset
And the blood money swellin up all of my checks
We lit, we awfully ripped
I’m all for the strip, bitches in the crib and they all finna strip
Ba-ball like a bih, ball hard like a bitch
Do-dolls on the kid, hella jaws on da dick

Ain’t black money, this blood money boy
Blood money boy Bloo-blood money boy
Where tf you get them racks, pretty boy?
Move around the work, I’m gunrunning boy
Get dumb money boy, getchu some buddy boy
It be hard not to take a lump sum buddy boy
I be tryin to stare at it and cum buddy boy
Tryna act like you care bout me but want money bi-bi-bitch

B.M.A

[Lyrics]
Bass bouta hit like Thanos
Bass really came from the depths of the tomb
Now my new nickname Bass Pharaoh
Skudda stay fly like sparrow, my dick’s in her mouth like Darryl
I was tryna tip my arrow, ian really mean no harm
But seen a bad bitch and the boy went feral
Lemme focus on my dinero

Money money money money, bands bands bands spillin out my pants
Molly molly molly, xan xan xan xans never was a friend
I keep spare blood in a can cuz my thirst lurkin, yearning again
Boy I’m itchin for the red liquid, you don’t wanna know the blood that I shed

Stuntin n flexin
Juggin, finessin
Lemme teach you lil fuck boy lesson
Up fye, let it go like Elsa
When the bass knock, pls somebody help em
Twist that knob, turn up that level
When the bass drop, everybody go mental
When the bass drop, you ain’t hearin no tremble

Cuz I’m all abt bass like that one chick
One trick pony, you a one hit wonder
Talm bout bass, it knock like thunder
She said “fill me with your custard”
Cap dat boy like letter upper
Burn those trees as well as rubber
I don’t walk lil bitch I hover
My flow is just like no other
Make it look like you ate mustard
Knockin it’s knockin it’s knockin
Bass knockin it’s knockin it’s knockin

But I get a mans that’ll fuck on ya bestfriend
Fuck a 2 man, bring the team, it’s a 10 man
Fat boy onna nigga wrist like Ben 10
Up fye, shatter nigga dome like Benson
And you know a nigga keep tools like Tenten
Bullets rip thru the skin, bone, and the tendon
Ima steal ya bitch, don’t leave her unattended
Bullets connect like Dedsec
Gun to ya dome like headrest
Whip all white, Im a redneck
Flip dat whip like techdeck
Gun on da hip like Red Dead

Ugh, that shit stank, whatcha puffin on?
Dive in the pussy like Geronimo
Forgiato rims yeah I’m on a roll
Pockets full of hunneds so I promise ima cop it all
Permanent, I stay on point, I’m sharper than a shuriken
Gotcha bitch wrapped around me like a tourniquet
Gotcha bitch wrapped around me and she worshipping
Yoppa got way more kick than a tournament
Y’all got my finger itching like a dirty dick
All in my ear and still ain’t never heard of him
My niggas turn yo ass into a murder vic
Man fuck the top, Im aiming for the firmament

BASS PHARAOH

ME (INTERLUDE)

[Lyrics]

I spread like fungus, virus found in da jungle
A magnum opus, deities walk among us
She hop from nigga to nigga, I call her bumble
Gold he wearing, find me deep in the dungeon

Yami Marik, every piece of the puzzle
I let my hair down similar to Rapunzel 
I’m in the air now, followers put they hands up
They never hush mode til I’m leaving them tongueless

Ay where my dancers, Skudda wanna throw munyun
Nigga it’s a bonanza, pussy boy getcha funds up
Niggas ain’t really vampas, go and sip on a blood clot 
And then it seems like u hungry, lemme feed u my knuckle sandwich
This blood enhance me
Hoes entrance me
Why they on my wave like they know my shanties
Rock gems, I’m fancy
Eat gold for candy
She throat me, banshee
Drink souls, -cromancy

And he fast and so subtle, he
Gotta strap up a muzzle, and
Anywhere you see blood, I
Can arise from a puddle, I
Will arise from the rubble, you
Ever met an immortal ? Blood
I can feel in the morsel, I’m
Just spreading my morals

I spread like fungus, virus found in da jungle
A magnum opus, deities walk among us
She hop from nigga to nigga, I call her bumble
Gold he wearing, find me deep in the dungeon

I spread like fungus, virus found in da jungle
A magnum opus, deities walk among us
She hop from nigga to nigga, I call her bumble
Gold he wearing, find me deep in the dungeon

Yami Marik, every piece of the puzzle

Ishtar

[Lyrics]
I am like no other 
Pretty muthafucka
Money spread like butter
I’m a four leaf clover
Pockets full of a hunneds
Pockets full of a rubbers
Mr. TakeYaLover
She jus like my aura
These bitches love Skudda
Bad muthafucka
When I’m off dat X pill
Mind in the gutter
Niggas bout dat chit chat
Never wanna buss guns
Dick all in her stomach
Like I load a musket
They do it all for Skudda
Do it for my bruddas
My diamonds be custom
Hit wit different colors
Ha ha ha, u runnin
Ha ha ha, no money
My city like Gotham
I trap out the dungeon
Ballad of a dragon
But I vomit lava

Ballad of a Dragon

[Lyrics]
Curious, whatcha thirst be like
Clutch a purple cup, mix souls wit dis blood
Ain’t no dirty sprite
And as a vampire, always get the first bite
Yoppa sound similar to a dirt bike

When guns get to kickin shit, ain’t nobody innocent
Bruddas get to biffin shit, love my syndicate
Skudda, rippin shit
Shock a nigga, Infamous
And I love my 50 clip
Buddha on my drip n shit
And it’s a different day, different bitch
A different juug, hit different licks
Introduce to my russian weapon, and let you two get intimate

Everything red, but ion gangbang
True shirt, and the denim be the same thing
Fuck a yop, im the beast, so i fang slang
And i’m the typa beast,that ya can’t tame
Mention me ya done, im the grinch, kill ya fun
Do little bark, mostly munch
Choppa eat ya ass for lunch
Don’tcha end up in the trunk, ’Ssippi river where ya dumped
Pistol put cha in the blunt, let it rock like punk
They say he mysterious, i just take dis serious
Give a fuck how weird it gets, I’ll still bring up my peers wit this
I hate a broke annoying bitch who always talm 
bout “period”
Welcome to my experience, see you got dat cup like birria

And this is why i’m curious, whatcha thirst be like
Clutch a purple cup, mix souls wit dis blood
Ain’t no dirty sprite
And as a vampire, always get the first bite
Yoppa sound similar to a dirt bike

Everydays Halloween *ALL PLATFORMS*

[Lyrics]

Ears gone bleed, das nasty
So amped up, get blasted
Can’t breathe, bombastic, ballistic
That bass too OD
These sigils around me, attach them to me
Come drown in the low end and you will be free.

Whatchu thought i was done
808 Messiah, im the god of the drum
Call me mophead, got a mop for da gun
And shittin on my enemies alottsa fun
I’m flicking clitty in the city
Tryna suck milk out a bad bitch tiddies
Petite, itty bitty, a thotty, saditty
Nigga know how to work that pole like Ziddy

Too fly, eskimo jack’
I’m in the sky, texaco pack
You tryna die, never gon lack
Forever 5, betchu know that
This bitch a bisexual threat 
Bling in yo eye, retinal checks
She give me live genital checks
I got a lot of sigils on deck
And 808s

Welcome To 808s

GUALA VENTURES

[Lyrics]
Swag it ain’t no hobby, it’s a lifestyle 
Ion even speak, but if u pay me then i might smile
Bitch I need some- Bitch I need some neck like right now
And I mean the kind, where I- where I get to bite down bi-bite down
She still caught a nut to her eyebrow
Ima be the next nigga in the fuckin White House
But ima paint it red, paint it red, it’s the Bitehouse
Ima-Ima paint it red, paint it red, it’s the Bitehouse Bi-Bitehouse

Munch, bend ya head over, ima munch
(Ima munch)
Shang Tsung kill a rose with my touch
(wit my touch)
And you never know who’s watchin, better clutch
Mon-Money wit a side of orange crush for the lunch
Grab his arm and push down til it crunch
Ain’t fuckin wit the gunplay, nigga we could punch
Dare a nigga run up cuz I cannot be touched 
She ain’t have her mouth open but she still caught

She still caught a nut to her eyebrow
Ima be the next nigga in the fuckin White House
But ima paint it red, paint it red, it’s the Bitehouse
Ima-Ima paint it red, paint it red, it’s the Bitehouse Bitehou-

Still-still caught a nut to her eyebrow
Ima be the next nigga in the fuckin White House
But ima paint it red, paint it red, it’s the Bitehouse
Ima-Ima paint it red, paint it red, it’s the Bitehou- Bitehouse

Bitehouse

[Lyrics]
Boy I aint gon lie
I fucked yo bitch and telled that broad to get out
Boy I’m chained to the sky, bet it take a lot for the squad plus me…to sit down
Niggas in the back, bad bitches in the front cuz they know a yung nigga tryna get down
Nigga i’m the wrong man to piss off
Cuz then I’m fuckin witcha dead like Richtofen

Like click clack pow the blick go
The jit wanna smoke dat gas the citgo
The psycho flipped turned to a sicko
Pedestrian really get hit, it’s simple
I’ll run up on a pussy nigga wit the pistol
I’ll put you in the morgue where it’s best to clip toes
I’ll put you in the morgue where the rest is history
And Im allergic to lames so where my antihistamines
Sorry to break it to you brudda ya auntie into me

Why ya auntie love me?
I’m a real vampire, have sex wit Buffy
If I don’t got a gun, I’ll flex the knuckies
And I don’t got a gun, still stretch a dummy
Why dat weed had me stuff like a taxidermy
And I’m pleading the fifth if the feds deter me
Ima rise to the top nigga rest assured
Favorite rapper get chopped, nigga head is served

Yeah his head is served
Knocked out when I open the canister
And she grip that dick like banister
Bitch stank, ion even wanna dance wit her
Say you devilish, bitch i’m devil-er
Get wicked, know it’s a red alert
Big shit cuz I drop bruce banner turds
Lick shit like I never had checks to burn
And it’s a lotta checks to earn
A lotta sex to sperm
A lotta wet to serve
Yeen even second, boy ya next to third
I got a bitch butt naked tryna get the birth

Boy I aint gon lie
I fucked yo bitch and telled that broad to get out
Boy I’m chained to the sky, bet it take a lot for the squad plus me…to sit down
Niggas in the back, bad bitches in the front cuz they know a yung nigga tryna get down
Nigga i’m the wrong man to piss off
Cuz then I’m fuckin witcha dead like Richtofen

Wicked

osirisofthewest + mophead + cyberstarr
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$IGILS & 808s

Skudda Marik𓆗