RAADFORD - SCREAM II

Prod. SPINEKISSER

Million words that could be chosen
Couldn't have picked a single one
So I just figure that Imma stay
Without saying a thing tonight

As I recline in my throne
Zone off to damaged flickering lights
Cutting right through the chamber smoke
That didn't ever leave when I stood by

And you should stand by when I doze off and I kick back
Fuck a show off, never co-op
We, we start the process when it goes off

The order follows a kind of scheme like every now and then
When something better happens and vanishes faster than you get to blink

I am deaf like the traffic lights
Wool over all my eyes
Who is the I to be found
Give me your other hand

Rest is likely to cause the affection
I grip beneath depleted intersections

King of pesticides I got relief
Chem trails still running in my footprints

Intersection

counting (prod. landfill)

Sword In My Teeth

Severing Veins

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃🔥 HERES A NEW JUNT FOR Y'ALL

BEAT BY THE HOMIE DANNYTHECREEP 

#RUINGANG #RUINRECORDS #HAPPYHALLOWEEN

Evil Lurks Tonight (Prod. DannyTheCreep)

(LAZY RAINE)
speaking my name 
don’t act oblivious 
stomp on dat pussy named ill minded envious
stick in that blade and i ended up twisted it 
begging for plays bitch i steady be killin it
decimate everything thought you was feelin it
thought you where iller bitch i got the realer shit 
all of you pussies be talking continuing
33mercury know he a bitch and he must of forgot that i know where he live 
step in that kitchen i burn up the crib 
and i came with intentions to cut off your limbs 
discard your body parts left in the bin 
don’t get no pussy so sad and depressed 
but you stay with the sneaking don’t speak with your chest
speak like a man and then leave it to rest 
or just keep with the dissin and see where you get

(ILLUSIONLUNA VERSE)

we coming from texas 

madhouse steady reppin

i’m whipping the lexus 

i load smith and wessons 

teach you hoes a lesson 

count that as a blessing 

conjure a spell in my room late at night 

talking shit imma ruin yo life 

fuck a machete bitch i got my scythe  

look in my eyes 

you gon meet yo demise 

about time that i rise 

bitch you know it’s on sight 

l u n a shawty

homicide i catch a body 

load the glock i got it on me 

sending shots out of my tommy 

killa killa 

killa killa

killa killa

killa killa

(DEAD WIZARD VERSE)

GET GUTTED LIKE A PUMPKIN BY THE CORPSE FACE KILLA
STAY IN THE SHADE OR THIS BLADE GONNA GET YA
SHIT YOU SAY JUST TRANSLATES NO RHYTHM
YOUR VEINS SAY THEY WANNA TASTE MY VENOM
I CAN FUCK WITH THAT 
SPLIT A FUCK BOI TONGUE IN HALF 
FLOODING DM’S WITH YOUR BUSTED TRACKS 
LETTING US KNOW ALL YALL FUCKIN WACK 
NEVER REACH THE HEIGHTS OF BLOWING UP 
ALL YOU LIL BITCHES CAN HOLD MY NUTS
WHILE I STICK MY DICK IN YOUR HOES GUTS 
MAKE YOUR BITCH TURN YOU TO A CUCK 
THEN POP YOUR SHIT THEN POP THE TRUNK 
THIRTY TWO FANGS AND THEY ALL BITE 
YOU AINT FELT PAIN YALL JUST WANNA RHYME 
NO ROOM IN THIS GAME FOR A HOE TRYNA LIE 
STAY IN THE SHADE YALL AINT EVER GONNA SHINE 
PICK OUT A DAY ILL PICK OUT A KNIFE 
YALL AINT GETTING BUCK 
MANE YALL JUST GETTING FUCKED
LIKE THE HOES YALL ARE TRYNA GET A TASTE OF MY NUTS 
HOE ASS BITCH TRY THE TASTE OF A GUN 
WONT TALK THAT SHIT WHEN YOU FACE WHATS BEGUN

KILLA KILLA W/ ILLUSIONLUNA & DEAD WIZARD [PROD. THORNBEATS]

Intro.mp3

trap monk

Misery

Dude, Where's My Clout? (feat. JMattson) Prod. Polar Opposites

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Oakerdidit

Lyrics:
Anarchist middle finger on ya mom
Bars melt quick like butter on a bun
Dubs on swole like any of you on
Dont wait for reply dont talk to anyone
Delivery quick like 80 autobon
If talk move weight then finna be a ton
If you waste my time you finna be the one
Hittem witta
Chicken dinner
Pitter patter bud

Achoo
Bless you
Even like a wagyu
Shock em like a raichu
Blassem like a typhoon
I might have to buy you
Combo two like kungfu
White but im hung too
Matter fact fuck you

I dont need your support
Smokin on a newport
I do not play fortnight
That games fuckin stupid

Now yall brought dak back
Droppin ignorant tracks
I air out some my problems
honestly
Who got time for dat

I got money to be makin
Fuck a pig i love some bacon
But do not glorify persuasion
Of positive confrontation

If you got arrested youre retarded
Please do no get roshi started
Fucked a bitch her name was margret
Slapped her ex who worked at target


Now he wants to chase me
Got that lacky waitin
Popped his fuckin collar
made his skin scrape on the pavement

Shoot your fuckin gun if you got a problem or shut up
Ima pull up wit a ak n light yo whole fam up
Stop flexxin the heaters yo cousins brought in from tampa
No insurance whippin yo as soft as fuckin fanta

Get yo fuckin bands up
Sketch a fuckin plan bruh
You more lost than matthew fox
When workin wit Jack Bender

Woah dak
CoDak
Hold dat

CoDak +Oakerdidit

Big Roshi