fuckin legend fuckin legend fuckin legend🔥🔥🔥

LIZARD TEETH 9 (PROD. LUCERNE)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Big Sin I been a savage straight up out the womb
.30 cal, I Spitfire and rappers blowin’ fumes
I’m Tutankhamun out the tomb you boutta meet ya doom
Kick in doors, super soldier clearin’ out the room

Self righteous hatred coursin’ through my fuckin’ veins
We can’t collaborate, you trash and I discriminate
I’m Hannibal Lecter, cannibalize, that’s my philosophy
Ain’t takin’ votes, it’s no debate, ain’t no democracy

Been there done that peep the catalog
You do the fact checkin’ ain’t a thing I haven’t done
Your favorite rapper need a verse lil bitch I wrote him one
I’m second to none, bitch I’m the one, ain’t doin’ this shit for fun

Type-A, pure rage, I put that on display
Only way to keep me calm so stay the fuck away
Muthafucka you a busta, fuck you what you portray
12 gauge to ya brain bitch I’m inhumane

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

Verse 2:
Blood on my axe, I’m ready for action makin’ his brain go splat and—
Bitch I’m assassin, slappin’ the mag in, lyrical killin’ with passion
Split him like fraction, watch his reaction, think I might cause a distraction
Sociopathic, type it in captions, bitch I ain’t showin’ compassion

Ten thousand hours, bar for bar I do it in my sleep
Refined technique, I play for keeps I got that shit they need
I’m takin’ risks, what you wager, bitch I make that leap
Throwin’ punches in the air when Sinny on they screen

Your records floppin’, lookin’ sad and bitch I’m kickin’ ass
I pop more Nazi’s than the Russians back in Stalingrad
Weaponize the pen & pad lil bitch I’ll show you passion
Ain’t no actin’, bitch I’m flashin’, diamonds shinin’ past ‘em

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

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letter to a dead man
I ask you on a difference
Minus chill is liftin up my body through this Christmas
Resurrect, jesus christ I hope you miss this
Cuz im the anti christ and I cry cuz this world is where I miss shit
but I never miss shit - deagle loaded got the 45 glock, uzi and matte black Kalashnikov 
swinging up a bat Memphis writtin on the staff - Gandalf way I point at ya -  you shall not pass
Nephilim in phlegm im coughing comet dust 
Sprinkle on the bloodshed and winter from my back
Im dumber than a spillin tone deaf blinded eye
Yeah sciptz
Scriptz, call me  

Call me scriptz, the bash ya up and call it like it is - beatin on the truth until the symbols start to piss
im like the wiz, comin on down, language bled an empire then it bled a clown, shizzz
call him found, I'm feeling like around, pissed - summon on a supra, 7th hell douse my feet in
Belphegor sloth - I dont think you have my patience - Im a cast a hex on your motherfuckin aces

Yeah



7 (PROD. SOLFLOE)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ng3RhPo39l4&list=RDNg3RhPo39l4&start_radio=1

4 ALL DOGS (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

LYRICS:

Let ‘em loose,
Like a missile that be ripping off the roof,
Fuck a truce,
Let the evil show the people to their doom,
Introduced to the faces of a war at your door,
Making more fucking weapons than they ever had before,
Where the bodies go?
Dump ‘em in the ditches by the truckload,
Ask the about the numbers, they gon’ tell you “who the fuck knows,”
Wave a fucking flag just to use as an excuse,
Nothing new, start a war,
Better gather all the troops,
They produce only hatred and destruction, never homes,
Got no food for the needy, better leave ‘em skin and bones,
“Just as long as I got enough money for myself,
Got my wealth, fuck your health,
Get a job and that’ll help y’all…”

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what you need,
Never touching what I have

Round ‘em up,
Drag them motherfuckers to the city’s center,
Know the people fucking mad ‘cause we could be doing better,
In the end,
Making sure they never do this shit again,
Everybody’s fucking singing while they’re swinging in the wind,
String ‘em up,
We don’t give a fuck,
‘Cause we had enough,
People spitting on their bodies after what they did to us,
Through the years,
Took advantage of our blood, sweat, and tears,
Now the people came together,
No more living in the fear

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what we need,
Never touching what you have


DOOMSDAY (PROD. LAMM)

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

DOOMSDAY (PROD. LAMM)

BEARDED LEGEND

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