Black on black on black match the gun, carry when I stunt
Click clack, Man of War, at the door, could you get it hun?
He thought shit was sweet, he didnt know, he bout to run
Yo wife done set you up, she sent a hitman having fun

Smoking your homie stuffed into my blunt
Light up your homie like Im rolling Runtz
Popping they heads like Im killing Grunts
No Lynyrd no Skynyrd, but Im on the hunt

D.E.A.D in the H.E.A.D.
Its like fuck you pay me
Smoking weed that got me hazy, crazy
Bitch Im too fucked, I cant get up, Im feeling lazy
Bitches chirping up around me
Nah, I cant with sluttys
Pass you off and smash the bestie
Ha, dick so good it had her crazy
I cant be no sober sanely

Im on the pain gang
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

I walk how I talk and I talk how I walk, accelerate plot like Im changing lanes
Blowing the pot like a kettle, with heavy death metal, get stepped on, belittle, I dont wanna settle, Im snatching ya chain
I want the money yes even the change with all of the pain 

Im going insane man
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

You a sweet boy, not from streets boy
Im guaranteeing that you screaming at the sight of demons boy

Hearing bout seven or more
Hearing us breaking in get on the floor
Using your blood for the art
Run with the dogs but none of them bark

I think it should stop where it started
Im traveling back and Im sinking the ark
You believing the news you retarded
But that isnt all that sets me apart

The channels at your local market
Counting the corpses, statistic 
CIA mind control mission
Another kid went out ballistic 
Suited with legal assistance
Sending them out with a vision
I spoke with the devil to write this
He brought back feelings that I miss
Anger with nothing to fight it
Fueling that something that I lit
Cut off your tongue or just bite it
Peeling your skin cuz I like it

Youll feel the pain okay
You in my face? No way
Move on my wrath today
Whos in my path today?

Im ruining everything
Why do I feel like this way?
Im praying that I fade away
Sending us all to the grave

Ouija used to squeegee, making chow mein for like fifteen
Writing suicide letters in the gutter when will I be free?

Population Control (prod. Death to Hellmane)

(Mofeen) Gimmie More (feat. Bossa, RHINOO! & M4tthew) (Remix)

My style sick I split and rip jaws
Yo style mid you spit and I’m bored
Its on sight, I bite and leave scars
If you fright I might just take more
Like my dick this track you spit and sit on
This is not something you want to sleep on
I seek to reap your soul no recon
Going nuts in guts of sluts, no pecan
Peanut butter color glock, you keep the jam
If you really wanna kill a cop, please take the stand
Please take a gun and aim it the man, blam
Heads buried in the sand
Keeper of the cult lets kill the clan
Handle in the hand, connected to a rusty blade
Instill the plan that they won’t understand like my words was in a different font, no comic sans
No common sense from the masses of man
Im on the fence on if Im human
Most you fuckboys play pretend
I don’t want clout i want the world to end
When you say you like me you bite in spite despite ya life being in danger, do us all a favor, hang ya self bitch and dis-appoint you’re maker
Youre all the same, failed abortions need coat hanger
No fornication, im raping a patient, in their minds
No hesitation, eradicating what’s known as swine
A hopeless nation thats playing patience for any sign
For anything changing, leave us hanging out to dry
MPC no NPC’s you gon see me, fuck this beat no STDs, I shoot all 3’s, can’t replace me, in hell I’ll be, must tarnish thee, cant RIP
Its the scream rap MC off beat again
Sneaking weapons in Heaven I’m wrecking the den
Its the Missing, the children on the milk cartons, amen
Mistletoe kiss missile hoe, the Ouijaboy gon handle sin
Upping, the gun and, press buttons, im hunting, to bludgeon, i love it, im always up to something
Fuck it, I might kick the bucket bitch, you muppets like puppets, off of the summit I plummet, I hear the sounds of the trumpets, new exodus you cant stomach and now yo chest leaks like faucet, i got you crawling, you bawling, you finished


Blood Thinner Than Water (prod. CXLTURE)

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by peril

(verse 1:)
girl i can’t 
is you serious?
i can’t talk to my bro
cuz his hoe,
actin curious
she think that i’m gon go
pack my bags
leave my man
jump in head first with no plan
girl bye i’m gone
fake ass tan
i think i understand

(chorus:)
she hates
my guts
cuz she don’t have good taste
girl i
don’t want
to get between y’alls space
cuz he’s not him
and i’m not her
so keep your “him”
while i keep word

(verse 2:)
girl, grow up
i’m so lost
don’t you think it would have happened
before you showed up?
cuz i’m not
the type to wait for compassion
oh i’m so sick explaining every time
i’m a girl who loves a guy
and my homie ain’t my type
makes me feel so sick inside
ain’t nobody want your man
you’re the only girl ‘could stand him
i’m so sick of wasting plans
cuz his girl don’t understand and 

(chorus:)
she hates
my guts
cuz she don’t have good taste
girl i
don’t want
to get between y’alls space
cuz he’s not him
and i’m not her
so keep your “him”
while i keep word

shteppi - bad taste.

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siix (complete edition)

LEAVE 2

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Burger (prod. isaac)

Bed ridden from the ouija, meds in the tissue
Lead ripping through your skin you must had bad juju
Shove this metal through yo tummy put this bullet through you
You the type of motherfucker to be wearing tutus
.223s you feel the breeze it’s like i never knew you
Take you apart, sewn back together like my life size voodoo
Suicide on the mind I might try seppuku 
Aint nobody should live Im not gon dispute you
Sacrificial issue, split your loved ones in two
Minimize your family ties aint nobody would miss you
You bitch just like a shitsu, your bloodline discontinued
This gun doing jiujitsu when it hits you its gon flip you
The MPM guru, the missing clique who knew?
Call upon the reaper, the ether, awake Cthulhu 
My girl built like mewtwo, I choke her like the noose do
Myself I grab the belt and the kick the chair I hope it moves you

Bed ridden from the ouija, meds in the tissue
Lead ripping through your skin you must had bad juju
Shove this metal through yo tummy put this bullet through you
You the type of motherfucker to be wearing tutus
The institutions deducing the human value losing
Significance the bitter end I rest the pen the noose wins
Stricken by the guilt of living, survivors opinion
The underground underdogs, Missing made dominion
Rearrange your block just like a rubiks, cubic 
Ion think I asked you shit, please keep your two cents
Ion ever pass the spliff and ion match shit
Fuck no im not tappin in, im not yo fucking twin
Hangman metal make em do the rain dance
Fake stance how bout we go with the safe plan
Straight trends all yall follow tryna make ends
Comprehending fucking nothing must be brain dead

(Mofeen) Gimmie More (feat. Bossa, RHINOO! & M4tthew) (Remix)

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