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NIGHTMARE [PROD. RO$ETTA]

Lyrics:

And if I die don't say I'm in a better place
Cause I've achieved nothing inside the sphere of time and space
I'm tired of the race impatient for the promised days
I'm rarely embraced so love and hate is interlaced

And heaven don't exist but if it did it wouldn't matter
I think I'm on a one way trip down Jacob's ladder
He's lonely and broke so tell me which of each is sadder
These women don't care they only want a man with status

Where is the prize I'm paying with the cost of life
The pain and the pressure I feel it preying on my might
I'm done with the lectures I think I know my wrong from right
So paint me the villain for which I'm swiftly crucified

And if I die

I hope my image burns right into every surface
For the visions planted in my head such lies I have no purpose
Nervous energy has kept me to myself and made me worthless
Have no friends just future enemies can't see below the Service
Forced to work this shitty industry it feeds the drug addictions
Snarky pricks keep looking down on me could never see my visions
simple minded climbing up the steps and look like hypocrites
I think I'm different cause i see the bowl that we keep all the fish in

I'm biting back its all I know I got my demon armor on so I can be there at the show
I try to hone my skills but wonder if I ever grow
Never really wanna rap but it puts food upon the stove

So here I go

And when I die don't say that you will ever miss me every day I walk on eggshells waiting for another hit piece
Fucking hippies,
Think we living up in hell is why I'm sick of feeling frail
 And often sickly must prevail
I gotta get this money mail

(Chorus)

Trapped in the daze of the cat piss basement
Mice in the ceiling, Concrete caged In
I can't see through the minimum wages
I can't feel anything but faceless
(X2)

TRAPPED IN THE DAZE (PROD. SAINT KEEN)

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FROM PART’S UNKNOWN

Dog Pound [Prod. Jake Ohm]

2024

2 NEW ALBUMS

THE LEAST OF MY WORRIES 4 OTW

Blue Flame [Prod. Tacet]

digital insanity
I dont have to see
I can feel the presence
of a human born calamity
tracked down like were prey
and sold off to the faceless companies
suffocating only dream about
the air I cannot breathe
tear my flesh reveal the bone
I wanna know what you can see
am I still a human?
am I hanging on the precipice?
crossing over to the void
they wanna call it exodus
fighting for my life
Ive seen results
I know what terror is
make me feel my blood
I wanna fear again
make me taste the copper
I wanna feel again
make me feel my blood
I wanna fear again
oh god Ive been slipping
I just wanna feel again
were fucked
tech is like a time bomb
fucking billionares
they wanna string us all along
replacement systematic
they think they like the chrome
wait until we turn around
and point it at their fucking dome
I dont wanna live a lie
I just wanna feel alive
I dont want them im my mind
I just wanna feel my blood
pumpin through my veins

FEEL MY BLOOD

yeah Im a head case
what the fuck you know about it
talk about my life
like you placed a fuckin bet on it
get the fuck out my face
you aint my friend
you aint about it
this is how we live
this is how we fuckin die
you dont hold the wheel
you forgot your fuckin drive bitch
take a look around
all your friends are fuckin counterfeit 
hit some bad luck
watch em never even give a shit
break your fuckin back
workin day in out
watch ya life fade away
whos the one who pays now
blow a fuckin head gasket
disconnect the speakers
cannot hear the shit you speakin
my dirty blood is flowin
get down in the pit
get yo head split rest in piss
rather post up in the trenches
then some diamonds on my wrist
I just wanna feel a rush
I just wanna see the drive
I just wanna see the blood

Head Case

LYRICS:

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

Fuck your talking points
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 
Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 

Getting too stoned 
While I walk among the tombstones 
Soon though 
We will die so 
make your self known
Cellphones 
people glued to them cellphones 
Wake the fuck up 
Unprone 
and make this life
 your own
too many people
 have set the bar low
I’m Killing the game  
 Kissing Kate Barlow
Popping off
 like I’m hitting that 
cue ball
Turned this life to my very own
 rag doll

Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 
Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 

Odious 
Insidious 
Treacherous 
Lunatic
Prolific nihilistic hedonistic
Derelict 
Life fucks us all 
It isn’t always platonic
I’m Twisted like a double helix 
mad man 
Joker 
Joaquin Phoenix 
Still on my grind but I haven’t hit Zenith
Like Koreans in LOS ANGELES 
I stand on my business 
betrayal
Dont come from a nemesis 
calling me a pessimist 
When really Imma a realist 

Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

You can’t buy loyalty
You won’t find that on Etsy 
Not here for accolades like a Grammy or an espy 
Espionage hella people turned their back on me
Especially
when I was down for the count essentially

SAYONARA (PROD. DEADBOY GRIM)

BERNIEMACELEVEN - BLISS [prod. DJ Birdo]

I'm too cold
My pistol froze
The bullet slow
Whenever it rains
The clouds are low
I feel invincible
The earth
The dirt
The worms
They feed my soul
Now im just cursed
I feel no hurt
I feel rebirth

Blood is flowing from the gutters
It's me there is no other
The devil and my brother's
Smell of hell?
It fucking smothers
I guess it is no wonder
I wonder if my mother thinks of me
As I descend into leather
This De Ville is getting wetter
Guess I better check the weather
Gas and Dot and The Pretender
The collector of my tender soul
Surrender all I got
Cause I wanted to be better
I swear never thought end up in this seat with the devil

I'm too cold
My pistol froze
The bullet slow
Whenever it rains
The clouds are low
I feel invincible
The earth
The dirt
The worms
They feed my soul
Now im just cursed
I feel no hurt
I feel rebirth

Fillin my lungs with all his smoke
Gritting my teeth the haze is thick
Fuckin' with Yung Lu
Practice sin
Picking up bitches ya she wanna suck my dick
I wonder if mama proud of the man I became
Devil in De Ville
Chrome spoke
20 inch ride
1 road
Burning all the way to hell
Been dead already
Promise I will meet you there
Reaper don't break character
No faux
Sign away a part of my life every time I go
Noose around my neck
It's like a chain
A statement telling me you hate me
Every second feeling closer to the great lake
Flames blazing from the hood
Marking my name in blood
Death stood still
As I turn to soot

I'm too cold
My pistol froze
The bullet slow
Whenever it rains
The clouds are low
I feel invincible
The earth
The dirt
The worms
They feed my soul
Now im just cursed
I feel no hurt
I feel rebirth

The Reapers Passengers

BERNIEMACELEVEN - UNCHARTED (PROD. BM11)

KRUEGER SET RECORDS
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BERNIEMACELEVEN - BLISS [prod. DJ Birdo]

BERNIEMACELEVEN

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