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Lyrics 

Hook

Drug dealer born sinner real killer
Keep that 47 cause I might pull the trigger

Verse
She cookin she whip on the stove
Tying her up like a vine from the grove 
Chill on the block with the dope 
Fuck with the gang you might hang from the rope
Wanted the heat burning the nigga like lighting a stove
Bitch in the sheets, she gripping the wood like she rowing a boat
Throwing the bands in the backpack pullin the trigger you know it go gat, gat

Hook
Drug dealer born Killer real sinner
Keep that 47 cause I might pull the trigger
Barrel over counter cause I call this shit a stick up
Spread her fuckin legs i'm a real pussy licker

Verse
Couldn't understand me little nigga catch my vibe 
Watch her drop it to the ground she give me low ride
She a fuckin baddie I know she won't leave me
We act up at the witching hour nigga couldn't see me

Pussy I trap that uh
Counting my green cause I stack that uh
Bitches like dances I tap that uh
I'm causing a ruckus a racket aye uh
Bring me my money and bag it up 
My Ak 47 I pack it up
It's bring the damage like a pack a punch
You eating these bullets like having lunch
You smoking on mid while i'm packing skunk
You thinking i'm done? Haven't had enough
We play on the field man it's kinda rough
Heavy artillery it pack a punch 

Hook
Drug dealer born Killer real sinner
Keep that 47 cause I might pull the trigger
Barrel over counter cause I call this shit a stick up
Drug dealer born Killer real sinner
Keep that 47 Yeah I might pull the trigger

Drug Dealer (Prod. SHNEAKY)

Feat @necrolvnn
Beat by @sneaky_haxor


Venus des tréfonds débarquent tes démons Courir te sert à R t'es déjà mort profitons,
 J'te fais traverser le pont comme berger et ses moutons Apprends à nager, ou l'eau emplira tes poumons 
Goules, algoules et lycanthropes se sont donné rendez vous pour bouffer ces salopes leur chair est à point ce soir les gens c'est escalope milanaise que leur corps soit sang que leur âme soit braise  Les yeux de la liche sont fixés sur ton supplice La malice émane de mon aura infâme T'es pas sorti du donjon tu peux t'préparer au plongon Sens la morsure d'mon metal sale, ça ça laissera des cicatrices
 J'écris ton nom dans mon bestiaire demain signe ta fin, profite bien d'hier J'écris ton nom dans mon bestiaire safari au travers des neuf cercles de l'Enfer
Sneaky sur la prod mais on fait rien en scred quand on t'ouvre la gorge qu'on laisse ton cadavre raide c'est pas dans une allée sombre c'est pas dans une ruelle c'est devant toute ta clique, massacre surnaturel
aberration atroce féroces instincts primaires ne croise pas la chimère quand elle
aiguise ses griffes en découpant tes nerfs téma la maitrise Oni Necro sanguinaires
On t'saigne comme un agneau étalant tous tes boyaux la bête ne sera rassasiée qu'en ayant dévoré tes os
la vie s'écoule lentement hors de ton enveloppe charnelle aucune flamme n'est éternelle
ta mémoire en cendres ton histoire en poussière
tu n'fais que descendre dans la gueule de cerbère
Bestiaire

BESTIAIRE X NECROLYNN (Prod Sneaky)

CFN Come Up

PANIC (prod. Dretty Pope)

Duffle Bag Buru - "Sick"

I apologize in advance
@bubzyz
@c3of
@nogoodnik
@zeer0xx
[Lord Distortion]
Bitches wanna blabber till we pull the fucking daggers out
Climbing up the latter while you sticking to a stagnant route
If he talking shit then we might have to pull the matic outs
Running up his ping and then that boy will get to lagging out

Uhh uhh
Bitch quirky
Bitch'll suck a big Turkey
Get dirty
Sun your going down like its 6:30

Clip burning
Blow up in his hands
And then he wince
Dirty bands on the way
In the duffle
We be big pursing

Feeling like a bear you motherfuckers wanna poke me
You copy all my shit and you watching my moves closely

Punching in his wig until he end up with a nose bleed
Ima make him spin I'm flexing hard I'm flexing only

[ARLOO]
Bubzyz in this bitch!
We actin crazy.
Saw ur mom
Call her my baby.

On this verse
I am just pavin.
All these rappers
They just take up.

All my time
They are just trash.
Squidwards here
Its “bold and brash”

These bitches keep talkin
Eat my ass.
Makin sound,
I am brass.

Like orchestra
Im chorusin
Boutta get some clout
Start tourin in.
Bitch im floorin it.

Lord d
On the song
You know a hit.

Bitch im goin in
By the time im done
You know i lit
All these bitches run
Cuz my firestick
Is burnin em

You a furry bitch
He a bronie to

He can get it kicked.

He a furry i guess he a bronie
I reuse that line,
Obsession.
I am phony.

Im annoying as fuck
But i think i am funny.
Lowlife in this bitch
And the mercs, cause some fury

I thought the beats done.
But i guess im in a hurry
I keep a track on ur stats
Watch ur fall. I am lurking

[Papa Sleep]
Punch his head in till my muscles pop
Dont talk to me I had enough I had enough
I'm scanning credit cards like I'm working at the shop

I dont got reception
I cant hear you I been going thru a tunnel
Wanna stage an intervention imma sell you on some Amway

Not a pyramid more like reverse funnel
My bitch look like burt Reynolds
You ain't start the movement you a burnt rebel
Burnt metal have a stroke when you smell it

You a dumb bitch I can see it
All your tales tall dont tell em
Head is leaking fluids
Toxic substance
Fuck it imma drink it all until I'm drowning
Need some more need some more
Always bored make me bored
Gonna lose it like the yankee with the brim
Laughing at you with a grin while you falling on the floor
Track got more dirt than your pores
Rolling in the dirt I just need some more
[Nogoodnik]
My bitch a righty make her beat it with the left,
Breakin boards I am a yellow belt who aint get no head
I need some sloppy toppy riding zooted in the lobby on a razor scooter motorized
I need my parking notorized
Not tryna get a ticket
No really I cannot afford a ticket
spent my last couple bennys on some glitter pens and dezzies strapped
ready for those fuckin meter maids wanna take my pennies
Im fuckin ready bitch, i will abort you
I will push your mother down the fuckin stairs
I will abort you

NO BRIM FREESTYLE W/ ARLOO, PAPA SLEEP, NOGOODNIK [PROD. ZEEROXX]

prod. @liltonemakingslaps
written / performed by Blckbrd & @blupillmusic

Non-profit BLCK&BLU clothing project: https://blckandblu.bigcartel.com/about
(All proceeds donated to The Bail Project organization)

LYRICS

[blckbrd]
We don’t like your fuckin’ attitude 
Leave em black and blue 
My dog broke the chains, he bout to show you how to crack a tooth 
[x3]
Run up on your crew, random action afternoon 
Leave em black and blue, let a brass knuckle leave em bruised, yuh

Bitch I’m just minding my nihilistic, cynic business 
Go ballistic in the building, talk your shit, can’t hurt my feelings 
I ain’t got no way to hear it, but you know they bout to hear this
Impact sound, back out, stand down, this shit gon ring out like a Barrett 
We fuckin’ scare em 
Terrified face and your designer jackets about to be wearing it 
Rappers embarrassing, I see em cry in the corner
You look like you could use some Claritin 
I’m allergic to the bullshit, sulkin 
Droppin weight I feel like Macaulay Culkin
Can’t even function 
I been so fuckin depressed I’m a rocket that lost the propulsion 
But I don’t give a fuck 
Piss me off
Make em curb chomp 
Blupill brought the combat boots, so the whole herd stomp 
Ripsaw 
Get chopped 
Stop, I got a head rush 
Half a bottle down again 
Don’t live unless I get drunk 
Sick fuck 
Grip gun, clip is a big drum 
Can’t be seen outside without a mask like I’m in slipknot 
Hell’s dogs gripping on my jugular with six claws 
Get gone, rather keep your innocence than cause a problem 

We don’t like your fuckin’ attitude 
Leave em black and blue 
My dog broke the chains, he bout to show you how to crack a tooth 
[x3]
Run up on your crew, random action afternoon 
Leave em black and blue, let a brass knuckle leave em bruised, yuh

[BLUPILL]
Bitch it’s black and blue
I left 20 bodies on the avenue
30 minutes later man i had another attitude 
Money making instigator chopper blow you out the roof
Pussy wanna run his mouth ill serve him up a pound of boof
What it do?
Meet me in the city imma slaughter you
De-caudal you
Send a couple shots and run up onto you
Let off at you
Make the shotty sang like its autotune
But off a tune
Send em to his brain ill make a macaroon
And cap a dude
Smack him in the face and feed him rabbit food
He act a fool
Gut him with a blade and make a hobbit soup
I’m mocking you
Don’t you feel ashamed that im watching you
And plotting to
Make a fuckin change like a washer do

I don’t 
Got time for that shit 
Pussy wanna talk, I’mma hit him in the lip
Got an ice cold heart and them spikes on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Blck and Blu comin at you wit them fists 
[x2]

We don’t like your fuckin’ attitude 
Leave em black and blue 
My dog broke the chains, he bout to show you how to crack a tooth 
[x3]
Run up on your crew, random action afternoon 
Leave em black and blue, let a brass knuckle leave em bruised, yuh

spotify

BLCK & BLU (feat. BLUPILL)

prod. LIL TONE
engineered by LIL TONE
written & performed by BLCKBRD

FACEMASK OF THE RED DEATH

link to other platforms
https://fanlink.to/CoffinSleepersMidnightCreepers

All white snow, white halo. Bitches acting different, so you know they gotta go. They say they're making moves, but they got nothing to show. Granger Taylor on the rise, bitch you know I'm boutta blow.

Coffin sleepers, midnight Creepers. Kill a fifth behind the bleachers. Burn the preacher's, hang the leaders. String them up inside the theater. Soul eater, fire breather. Frequencies that shatter speakers. Listen up cunt, Granger Taylor is your fucking speaker.

I heard the sheep, so I can sleep. Motherfucker no you can't compete, you're obsolete, ducking under cover. Creep why you slumber, you know you're out numbered, your home we will plunder, the veins have now ruptured.

Isn't funny, that anything you ever do is for money? Can't get nothing from me, and luckily you are now struggling to keep your head above water, its bubbling. Aren't you wondering about discovering the truth? Mr. Nobody is catching a body, while granger go spits on the booth, oof.

Coffin sleepers, midnight Creepers. Take a fifth of ether, we will blind them, and shun non believers. And Granger's the demon, the creature. The sun will go down, then it's hook, line, and sinker.

Coffin Sleepers, Midnight Creepers (prod. BANDIT)

Prod. Tagliatore
Eng. Lil Tone
Written / Performed by Blckbrd

GOOMBA

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