Lyrics
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I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown 
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts,
from the misters  tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
so they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire higher sound
Yeah!
But I dont want you to have a piece of that 
I fuckin hate you you god damn bitch boi you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a sliver from the whole damn sweetness side
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right 
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error 
Born in red under night at 30:10 nursey carer 
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer 
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon 
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you 
For handsome sure he was a mark on world that seems so black to who? you!
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punsishable or bait per  phishable 
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack 
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz

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HARVEST MOON (PROD. DUMBCHILD)

4. Nurmagomedov

DO THE WORK (PROD. SlideManiac)

PRODUCTION AND EVERYTHING ELSE BY BEARDED LEGEND

LYRICS:

We know we’ve seen this all before,
So how come,
People don’t get it,
Everything they’ve all been doing wrong,
They say that history repeats,
And I say,
Only if you let it,
And I cannot take this anymore

You sit the fuck back,
And let the evil win,
Once again,
I can’t sit the fuck back,
No, not anymore,
We will win

It’s time for us to overcome,
All the shit they want us to believe,
They’re dividing us,
Just to get their motherfucking way again,
It’s time for us to live as one,
All together now,
And kill the hate,
Gotta spread love,
So they can never get their fucking way again

Don’t sit the fuck back,
And let the evil win,
Once again,
We can’t sit the fuck back,
No, not anymore,
We will win

Said it all before,
I’m fucking sick of it

LIVE AS ONE

ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS BY BEARDED LEGEND

LYRICS:

THE RICH ARE GETTING RICHER WHILE THE POOR FUCKING DIE YOUNG (UGH)

STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS STILL BELIEVING ALL THE LIES, LOOK (UGH)
THEY’RE FUCKING SOUL SUCKING,
TAKE IT ALL AWAY, THERE’S NOTHING,
KILL THE EARTH AND CAUSE SUFFERING,
GOTTA TAKE IT BACK, DO SOMETHING,
THEIR GODS ARE THE PROFITS THAT THEY MAKE,
WE’RE THE SACRIFICE, WHAT A FUCKING WASTE,
ARE THEY EVER GONNA HAVE ENOUGH?
ARE THEY EVER GONNA  CHANGE THEIR WAY?
HEAL THE SICK AND FEED THE HUNGRY,
SHARE THE WEALTH OR FUCK YOUR MONEY,
KNOW YOU’RE CAUSING ALL THIS PAIN,
NOW IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO PAY

THE RICH ARE GETTING RICHER WHILE THE POOR FUCKING DIE YOUNG (UGH)

RICH GETTING RICHER

ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS BY BEARDED LEGEND

LYRICS:

You’re falling outta line,
They’re gonna let you know,
You’re doing just fine,
Just keep your mouth shut

Too violent,
To see,
Your enemy,
Ain’t me

What’s the meaning of life?
The ones in charge don’t know,
You’re gonna kill or die,
What a way to live

Too violent,
To see,
Your enemy,
Ain’t me

It’s either you or me,
Either way, we’re fucked,
What a way to be,
A bunch of sitting ducks

Too violent,
To see,
Your enemy,
Ain’t me

SITTING DUCKS

Ok one more before the next all plats, do you guys wanna see this on spotify?


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)

Ready to Ignite (live)

Skeumorph Plauge – Norsk Blackmetal Epistel 667

Album­beskrivning

"Norsk Blackmetal Epistel 667" är ett skoningslöst manifest från Skeumorph Plauge – ett projekt som tar den klassiska nordiska blackmetalen och driver den ännu längre in i det okända, mot gränsen där verkligheten börjar brinna och kyrkans skuggor får eget liv.

Albumet är som en förbjuden predikan framförd i en övergiven träkyrka, där ögonen i himlavalvet vakar över lyssnaren. Varje spår är som en epistel, en förvriden skrift av mörker, vansinne och andlig kollaps. Här finns inga kompromisser, inga ljusglimtar – bara rå, iskall atmosfär, raspig ondskefull sång och djupa, rituella riff.

Låtlistan är ett helvetiskt kapitel för kapitel:

"Svarta Madame" öppnar albumet med en okult viskning som exploderar i blackmetal-raseri.

"Dozer för Död" rullar fram som en begravningsmaskin i natten.

"Guds Makt i Mörkrets Natt" är en blasfemisk hymn som slår hål på alla illusioner om frälsning.

"Svartfluff" — en lurigt mörk, nästan grotesk tolkning av det absurda i det onda.

"Mörk Förstörelse" bryter ner allt i sin väg med dissonans och eld.

"Galen Läkare" introducerar vansinnet: ritualistiska riff, skrik direkt från asylets väggar.

"Ljusets Mörker" inverterar allt hopp som finns kvar.

"Tätnande Dimmor" är iskall norsk atmosfär i sin renaste form.

"Xtrimus Sinister" – teknik, kaos och demonisk precision.

"Norges Mörka Natt" är ett crescendo av frost och helig profanering.

"Ondskans Bullfest" avslutar albumet i ett destruktivt virvelhav av aggressivitet och extas.

Detta är inte ett album – det är en förbannelse.
En svartmetallisk epistel skriven med tjära, blod och förvrängd nordisk mytologi.

Svartfluff

Lyrics by ButaOjiChan, music composed by SUNO AI.

You skate death.

Omen ft.Witchouse40k [prod.Netuh]

$ith Verse:
Locced out red beam 
Bitch I’m smoking heavenly 
Kill a mf leave a 
God damn bloody scene 

Coming out the underground 
Who running this shit 
Got two sick killas 
Coming after you bitch 
Roll up my blunt 
Then I take a hit 
Bump three six 
Masked up 
Load up my clip 

Break a mf kill a mf slay em 
Dwelling in the depths 
Of hell I know I’ve been forsaken 

Ermac with the necromancy 
Nowadays I don’t feel happy 
Infinite rage, I summon the mage, 
Unleashing the blade 
I’m feeling nasty 

Fuck shit, I’m not with the fuck shit 
You a punk bitch, make yo hoe suck dick 
Turn up, fuck this come on 
Bring the mosh pits I’ma, 
Rock this make yo fuckin jaw rip