ROADKILL [PROD. $LING MIDA$]

Waitlist (Prod. Alasdee Beats)

Bad News

Bad News [Feat. XRTZ]

Desire Path (Prod. eeryskies.)

Credit to whoever made the beats, I forgot lol

Ricky B. Renaissance (FEAT. XRTZ)

Lead Crown - [Pb] Pillies (prod. gosha)

Heartbreak Hiccups (prod. Kiyoto)

I'm improving, shout out to BURNER for the immaculate beat

PHONKY PHRESH PHREESTYLE [Prod. BURNER]

Lyrics:

Grew up surrounded by the rich, but I didn't have no moolah
They was sippin' sprites, but it was shasta in my coolah
So don't you get to talkin, or I'll hit you wit da rulah
Cause these privileged fucks won't measure up, to dis og ass boolah

I used to be a boofah, they said that I won't make it
So I told em, iffu want a piece of me, then come and take it
I'm that rough and tumble teen tornado, took the game and changed it
Throwin’ hands like playin’ hot potato, hit their face and rearranged it

Why the fuck these tears keep pouring 
While I stare blankly at the wall
Wondering why Do I rise out of bed, just to meet my nightly fall
Why do I chase a new drug, or bitch, or check, if it never really brings me glee
Like where is the answer, where is the piece, that'll fill the void inside of me

Inside my mind, inside my soul
I gave my heart, they took their toll
I took my time, my days were full
They hate my shit, at least it's bold

At least it's me, I know my vibe
On my grind, I don't contrive
This ain't complete, it's just one side
Fistful of fibs, but I barely lied

Fist to the ribs, but I never cried
Who the fuck is Jeff? Yeah dat young boy died
Gone too soon? nah I don't agree
Ashes to flames, set the phoenix free (yo)

set the phoenix free (yo),
Set the phoenix free


Now I'm crawlin out the dungeon, glasses limousine tint
Just a dawg on all fours, and I'm pickin up a scent
I’ll commit another sin, smokin’ reefer is my lent
Steady bustin through the walls, give my head another dent

I’m walkin through the halls, they refuse to meet my eyes
(Or face)
They sayin I’m unreadable, but my verses they comprise
(My thoughts)
They try to play it cool, their inflection reads surprise
(I think)
My flow will make yah quiver, you can feel me in your thighs
And if I’m on your mind, I’m just another dirty thought
You shouldn’t let me linger, cause I’ll make yah brain rot
and
These pussies don’t copy me, from the fear of gettin caught
They ask me how I do it? Guess I’m something that you’re not

Cause I'm on top of my game, my show, my grind
I'm just showing what I know, every thought that I find
And the way your girl blow, now I think that she mine
I meant Glock to the skull, when I said I'd blow her mind

They're swinging on my vine, fellatio safari
I'm rarer then E.T., playing on atari
Abusin' my bong, till my lungs get tarry
And my chops real clean, like kosher calamari

No I won't say sorry, for bringing all the heat 
Exposin’ these lies like I'm Maury, like I'm Maury povich on the beat
Always chillin with a goth shawty, she my lil trick-or-treat
Don't care if you got scars on yah body, come up to my face and take a seat

You is a novelty, I am some royalty, might OD upon my throne
Middle of the night, cast you to the wolves, only time I'll throw a dog a bone
I was stuck in the mud, but I reached for the stars, now I'm way up outta your zone
They said you can't do it, and that I won't make, but I did and I did it all alone

SHASTA [Prod. JarekZ]

Lyrics:

Told em don't bang my line, 
Unless you wanna let the dial tone pierce yo ear
They said it's time to shine, so I'm bringing all the fear
Tabs on my tongue got me fryin, or droppin' a tear
All these symbols I be seeing lookin something like a mayan

Temple, I'll beat up the tempo,
Got a brand new nympho, a siren
And all the signs, point to the fact that she's lyin'

If you're peerin' in the pot, I'm cookin' fuckboy stew
You've been leerin' at my spot, nah I can't trust you
Pokin' holes in your story, with my quick cut crew
Steady spillin' all your innards, sippin' witch gut brew

But now I'm throwing up, in yah hoes trash can
And the flowin of my puke, is rappin' harder than yah man
I'm under spells of the ket, while you're tweakin' off a xan
You keep your hatin' up to date, so you're nothing but a fan

*Ooo* sheesh
Rappin’ like I’m the belle of the ball or a beast off da leash
Where I fell, is the place that you’ll fall, or pretty close at least
I been foldin’ up fuckboys and leavin em creased
I been stirrin’ up the drama, where the firin’ ceased
Keep my homies eatin’ good, this a fuckboy feast
And I’m screamin’ holy hell, while I’m cookin up a priest
While I’m cookin up the priest 


Watch me hit a half court, I could never shoot these free throws
Walkin’ wit a chip on my shoulder, baby you know that’s my ethos
I been fuckin’ on some emos, mentally ill pussy feels real primo
Dont ever call me a bastard, you’ll just be stroking my ego

I’m so lethal
I’m so lethal
Are you looking for the suicide double gulp cup refill?
My garbage cans a landfill, full of what’s illegal
Feedin’ you my lead, like fries to a seagull
If you’re the second coming, you be shitty like a sequel
Yeah you’re the second coming, if we talkin bout remedial
The shit I spit ethereal, it’s true I’m undeafeatable
It’s true that I’m unbeatable, my face is straight unreadable

Fuckboy Stew (Prod. Airishee)

Lyrics:

[Bejeweled]:
If you're throwin' shade I'm catchin' it
My drug use is immaculate 
You're eatin' bread, I'm stacking it
Hittin' all my cues, I'm accurate

And if you're throwin' shade, it'll never be a touchdown
Blind em while I smile, you been chillin with a sus frown
And if you're talking shit, then I'm sure it'll come back
To bite you in the ass, cause I'll diss you 
on a track

If me or Midas, $ling a sack
It'll be dankest shit you've had
Smoke woods, in the woods, when I'm wearin' plaid
Push goods, in yuh hood, does that make you mad?

They're asking are you good, cause we've been makin' a ruckus
I said we're good, but are you good? I know your girl wants to fuck us

You got me losin' my focus
So I gotta get right back up on the grind
You claim to be the wokest
But I think the pills you pop are clouding yo mind

You can't come up to my spot, we got a dog on the premises 
Hit yo jaw, knock out a tooth, make yah wonder where the dentist is?
I'm posted with my crew, a couple mean Merc menaces
I've been working for my street cred, while you're working for benefits

[$LING MIDAS]:
all i see is seas of my fuckin enemies smokin wack tree onna spree on dey knee askin burner can u please hit me with the jungle d and b on me coulda had a nosebleed nah vein dry
what he fuckin say? couldn’t breath without a case dark alley outer space take a trip n blow ya face off 
face off wit me bitt i leave a muthafucka disemboweled 
verbally of course until he throw the fuccin towel

GOT THE SKELETON ITCHING TO GET OUT AYE YUH
COPP DEEP INNA SHIT UNDERCOVER SPIT IT OUT
CANNOT SEE WHAT I STEP CUZ I SPEAK NO SENSE
GOTT FAT KNOT POCKET GOT BANDS NOT CENTS

sit the fuck down bitch please get in tha corner
tap out doubt tap in big sac whatchu order
fucka nice wit a bag but he fumbled da quarter
who said you could talk? whatchu is a reporter?

ain’t beef wit another sole bit in da game
i’m just cold like dat got em frozen 
dats opposite of ocean but fuckas too salty to claim
yunk back tellin this shit stolen

 GOT THE SKELETON ITCHING TO GET OUT AYE YUH
COPP DEEP INNA SHIT UNDERCOVER SPIT IT OUT
CANNOT SEE WHAT I STEP CUZ I SPEAK NO SENSE
GOTT FAT KNOT POCKET GOT BANDS NOT CENTS

Burnt Jewelz [Feat. $LING MIDA$]

Lyrics:

I pull to the spot, see me plottin, see me schemin’
I’ve been writin’ up a plot, to leave yo shawty leakin semen
It’s a regular occasion, I could have her for the weeken’
Convoluted occupation, ain’t the romance that I’m seekin’

I get straight to the point. But my name ain’t frank
I could roll that joint, with the weed that stank
What the fuck is funny, boy this glock don’t prank
Don’t get in my way, or you get tred like tank

Come and gimme head, no hands no breaks
Cuttin’ kief with a card, how I play high stakes
Countin’ up my money, bills blue like lakes
Crucial and composed, I don’t make mistakes



Gettin’ shifty when I throw hands
I’m the captain giving commands
Gettin good at given orders, I’m not used to makin demands


They always try to sell me shorter, see me spit when I object
If I am the subject, I'm prolly lookin suspect
My bars can get confusin’ iffu dont read the subtext
Our chat could get abusive, if you cant see I'm up next
I'll make a couple stops, please dont ask if we done yet
Steady spittin disses with no mercy or context

                        ...and I’m moving like a convict
Ball n chain around my ankle, dodgin’ all the conflict
He kept his gun up in a case, but luckily I lock picked
Piano wire pussies, I could cause his throat to constrict
                      
 ...that’s how I make em shutup
Iffu fall into my trap, then you get bound, and u get cutup
Think ur ballin, try to rap, so fuck ur sound, cuz ur a suck up
It’s my callin, cause I slap, I’m all-around, and I dont fuck up

		 …like no I’m not playin’
Gold chains, yellow hair, hair up, I’m super saiyan
                        ...I’m huntin and I’m preyin’
Weak flows, no bars, so who the fuck you imitatin’?
It’s a one in hundred chance, that you won’t end up on my dinner plate
Bullets to the head, the only way you’ll keep this sinner straight
A pussy, and a poseur, is the aura that you radiate
I’m Lengthy like torah, I don’t diss em, I just educate

                                        ...I get fresh like floss
Dontcha know who run the game? I could text yo boss
You a goofy and a lame, putcha mouth on pause
			   ...I’ll put my mouth on pause

I see the local competition plays the stereotype
Nothin but some hype men, the type that don’t get hype
Handle bidness wit my hands, I don’t need no sniper
I get straight to the point, I don’t need no cipher

All these lame ass Boise rappers always thinkin’ they the shit
So I show em how I does it, cuz my method is legit
Won’t catch me sippin’ robitussin’, I don’t sip I merely spit
If flames and bars and verses, knock you down, I’m sorry you must sit


Didn’t understand a single thing that just came out yo mouuuth
I’m equipped with whips and linens, but your boy aint from the south
Watch me bring the armageddon, cause destruction’s what I’m bout
I’m not in it for the bitches, you can keep yo fuckin’ clout

I must be a benihana, cause they love to watch me fry
Smokin’ oriental spices, you can see it in my eyes
I got two distinct moods, but I aint a gemini
I’m either serious as cancer, or as happy as my highs

I’m delirious, or maybe I just don’t give a fuck
I’m nefarious, so chances are you’re shit outta luck
Came prepared for this, but lately I just feel sorta stuck
Gotta keep this attitude, until I crawl out the muck

I gotta crawl out the mud, cause the place I’m in sucks
I’m just whippin’ myself, while they’re all whippin they trucks
I’m starin’ out at the water, sittin’ out by the docks
I feel like Tony Soprano, I’m out here feedin’ the ducks

Feeding The Ducks (Prod. LethalNeedle)

The lyrics were too long to fit here lol. XRTZ is the first verse, mine is second, and MIDA$ kills it to end off the song.

Verbal Victory [Feat. XRTZ & $LING MIDA$]

Lyrics:

Like a big booty bitch, I got weight on my waist
At a party with your shawty, and she's sitting on my face
Drugs are spillin’ out my pocket, guess she’s lookin for a taste
Now we’re tweakin’ on some uppers, so I’m pickin’ up the pace


I'm the type to leave yo lady leaking liquid down her leg
Don’t play with my money I'm a leaky powder keg
Shut the fuck up you ain't funny, I spit funnies on the reg
They wanna here me spittin graphic, while you mumble sumthn vague

That’s a fact, I hate to hear these motherfuckers mumble
Don’t put baby in the corner, I’m always down to rumble
What’s the deal? I pulled a couple cougars offa bumble
All these ladies on my lap, make it hard to stay humble


Like a big booty bitch, I got weight on my waist
At a party with your shawty, and she's sitting on my face
Drugs are spillin’ out my pocket, guess she’s lookin for a taste
Now we’re tweakin’ on some uppers, so I’m pickin’ up the pace


I need a deadspace bitch to gimme deadfaced dome
Always sending dirty texts, never wrote a hoe a poem
Got a goth girl dancing on me, booty sweet, honeycomb
Blacked out at the club, woke up at her home

Wakin’ up to some sloppy, gettin toppy from the goth
Face down, ass up, like a pig at a trough
My dick to her lips, like a light to a moth
Then she asked “are we official?” so I hit her with a scoff


Like a big booty bitch, I got weight on my waist
At a party with your shawty, and she's sitting on my face
Drugs are spillin’ out my pocket, guess she’s lookin for a taste
Now we’re tweakin’ on some uppers, so I’m pickin’ up the pace

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