I only fuck with one bitch, no tricks
Smoking blunts until my lungs give, my skin itches
They just see me as a dumb kid, well fuck this
I aint tryna fit in with punk bitches, you suck dick

Wonder weapon, thunder stepping, fuck this industry
Armageddon, this aint Tekken, this aint little league
Drug possession misconception just a bag of weed
One confession, I dont wanna breath past 33 

Kill me, maybe Ill feel less guilty
Too deep, I dont wanna hear you feel me
No peace, whenever I lay try to get sleep
Cant see, blinded by my fallacy

Missing People came to conquer and invade
Your place of residence, your presidents, I want the pape
Got an army that kill for me, my blade stay stained
Pack-a-punch a pussy, put a rookie in his place

Its evident that you a bitch, my element is triple six
Im at yo head need no assist with red dots like a hindu chick
Heres something thatll make you sick, the heads off of your next of kin
And maybe with some severed hands, Im sorry couldnt let them live

One with the hated, debated taking the nations, too basic, nothing we manage gon change it, hoping that nobody makes it, witness the reset mosaic, countries becoming archaic, nobodies round here to save it, give up on your aspirations

I dont wanna live like this it isnt just prison sentence
One of one the Missing menace feel my presence when I visit
Lemme get to six feet, underground dont miss me, hell is tryna tempt me fuck this planet
Ouija been seasoned, a veteran enemy, none of you fuckers is real to me, vanish

I Hate You All More Than You Could Ever Hate Yourselves

Soundcloud Exclusive

Original verse I did for OPPONENT By BCE, later getting scrapped

LYRICS:
You already know what it is
DJ Eryxse on this bitch with BCE motha fucka
They finna turn this shit up and give yall a good time
If you ain rocking with it, don't give em yo time

Bullets miss, fix yo aim
My favorite person Mary Jane
Independent with a bag, I prayed for this shit everyday
I think my gun a slut, I see a opp and that bitch try to bang
M&M's that candy paint, we slide in style applying pain
Pockets fat in every way, I chase police they run away
My shooters do they job, all they need is a time, and a place
You chase a bitch, i chase the jewels
I know some bum's who toting tools
You duck and dodge me like a fool
We turn a playa to a ghoul

Fuck a broke hater, spin again player
You ain't bout it, you just always been a commentator 
On the side lines, acting like a benefactor
Always boy I've been a factor
Write him off, and end his chapter, got me screaming
DAMN PLAYA, YEAH PLAYA, YOU IN THE GRAVE NOW
EXCAVATOR, EXCAVATOR, IS HOW YOU GET OUT
DAMN PLAYA, YEAH PLAYA, YOU IN THE GRAVE NOW
EXCAVATOR, EXCAVATOR, IS HOW YOU GET OUT

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BCE x ERYXSE - OPPENENT (OG ERYXSE VERSE) (Prod. Bumboi)

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by Scottzilla
Engineered by @tumaggz

VALUE MEAL

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by Aragoth
Engineered by @tumaggz

ST. PETER'S BASILICA

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoManson 
prod. Michael Link
Lyrics:

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

Let’s get it dirty in these streets 
I don’t get my hands bloody 
Cuddy do it all for me 
Master manipulator, I sold water to the sea
And reading glasses to the blind (eye)
I don’t force them to do it I just put it in they minds 
That’s why I sit up on this seat 
Kick my feet up on this throne 
Bro… how the fuck am I supposed to stack up all these bones if I don’t run into they homes 
Yuh, i know where you live! 
Who the fuck said what? 
And who do I need dig a ditch? 
Put smoke into the sky 
Leak gas into your crib 
Nah, matter fact … mask off I want em know who doin it 
On full attack 
They running back and I will still be shootin 
A sociopath ion feel nothing for yeah 
And I can see your path already boy 
You ain’t going nowhere 
I fucking love when they look hopeless 
I’ll kill you broad day in the open 
Open you wound and put the salt in 
I really wish that I was jokin 
Open my mouth and put a soap in it yuh
They wanting clout 
I’m wanting skulls pushed back 
Baby girl I ain’t fuckin if you ain’t got no class
Cause I’m elegant with it 
Dick like an elephant trunk and I’ll put it onto you bitches
Even my pen got a switch it could 
Reconstruct you or fuck you up 
But honestly wouldn’t do that cause I don’t give no fucks about you 
And if I did it would be over cause…

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

(Pranav.wav)
Walkin like a gangsta imma walk up on yo block and say hello
If he talkin crazy when Im waving he gon have to go
And he really shakin you been fakin everything you own
You a nothing but a motha fucka that gon end up gone

Jump up out the whip I gotta go I got the piece and feelin low
If he talkin smack I find the hoe and let the 50 go
Spin the block like Im the principal i sent the bummy home
Take his head off in a second and take one more to go ghost

You a goofy do not step to me, I’m a deity
Ain’t nobody see the best in me, In the reckoning
You a toothless who would smile at me, if you had the teeth
Actin foolish you got half a plate and no shoe at your feet
Ive been lost I’ve been smoking lots, fell in love with nonsense
God I don’t see no god ain’t nobody watching
Frost on my finger lock leave that nigga frozen
Grasp on the brink of life can get grasp the concept

Cannot feel a feeling all im FeeLing is your finicking 
I don’t got a problem you the problem I am amazing
I’ve been feeling solemn in my sorrow it’s a fading ring
I don’t need to rest I need the rest of time to feel a thing

All I gotta do is walk in, I’m mad handsome 
You could get rocked! 
Marilyn Manson yeah 
Clutching on my Glock - why the all dancing 
Don’t wan’ get ripped apart
Charles Manson

Buy MANSON 

MANSON (ft. pranav.wav)

vLucifers: (XLDSXULEDKILL3R)
Blow yo wig back blow yo bitch back chiropract

Got a fat gat in my backpack let it rahh

Call me fent ten walk up with the bent then
Im a walking fein mane 
We aint on the same team 

Fuck up off fuck up off me bitch can’t you see?

Fuck up off fuck up off me bitch can’t you see ?

Fuck up off Fuck up off me bitch can’t you see 

Fuck up off fuck up off me bitch can’t you see?
 
That I be walking with the dead 
I don’t give a fuck about the bread 
ever since the fuckin feds 
Tried run up on my shed 

I be hiding on my checks 

Bloody boots and bloody legs 

Give a fuck about no head 

Want that pussy wet instead 

Told that bitch to get the fuck on
I want to go to mardigra and get my fuck on

Every body that I knew I had turned on 

I got knife up on back but it ain’t hurt nah 

I use the knife to stab you back I bet it hurt ya

I domt judge but luci why you snorting all that snow 

I dont judge but luci why you smoking all that dope

I dont judge but luci why you always acting low 

I told that bitch to fuck up off my dick you dirty hoe 

I never questioned what you did you stupid hoe 

I never asked you stopped that shit I knew you would tho 

Never asking for favor cuz you  stupid hoe 

Ill rather OF stay up in the sky away from you, too

And that stupid ass thats friend of yous

Tryna catch views but you lookin musty stanky cooch 

Who the fuck are you tryna tell me what the fuck to do 

End up on the news next time you say luci why you do
——————————-

vCherrysoho: (KEIFVONCLEEF)
Von Cleef & Arpels bracelet
Looking like a gold locust nest
Let me tell you why
That night when I was little
Bringing knife to to gun fights
Time for murder time 
Bitch then say less
Shooting out my room
Shotgun shell infested room

Locked up in my room
 Im becoming king of doom

Look up to the sky 
wondering why im alive?

I got the death eye
I can see who gonna live
Who gonna die 

Went through all this suffer 
Just to slowly die 

I’ve been trippin seeing shadows
on my fuckin ceiling

Brains brains brains 
Zombitch my middle name 

Hit the opposition the 40 im the clap man 
Fuck ya bitch from the back 
 Like a real $cum prodigy 

Driving off a perc thinking i just hit somebody
He the hunan speedbump 
Protect my car fron all glass and scratches 
He gonna die 

Blessing all these curses, cause in a week here you all gone die
Best be tripping like im Micheal Vick 
Killing beats just to get my check
8 years smoking back to back 
Well over 20 k in weed
Maybe its time to slow down 
And follow whats prgrammed inside of me
Modern day slavery
9/5 is all i got

Even tho it aint for me 
All my friends have givin up on me 
Feeling like a Wilson ball lost up in the sea

Ghost em all and fly away
I bet they wont even question 
Where is cherry, where he is?
I thought he was doing good

Login to his ramport
And now shit is
loooking differently
use to check on everyone 
But now that im gone
My thousand dollar phone went numb
Long aho turned on dnd 
Long ago turned off my ringer
——————————————-

JINX: (666thWARLORDFUCK)

uzi spit a loogie on ya bitch 
i don’t give a flying fuck 
fist fuck a hoe dis
pistol whipp yo bitch
while i’m bussin off a fuckin tesla 
holly shit bitch steady acting fuckin etrxa
all i haer is blah blah mothafucka blah blah 
pull up and the choppa get to tweakin going rha rha
bitch i am the sun god stepin on the sun ya
pussie get to close ya i might just burn ya
pop another tripple stack
now ya bitch throw it back
yeah she tryna suck dick 
holly shit from the back 
she just made my balls clap 
neva did some shit for you
she a freaky deaky ass hoe 
she go up da mood
pistol whipp that bitch till she get it right

EVERLASTING DEGENERATION

PROWLER [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

written & performed by @blckbrds & @mobbsradical999
produced by Zepelin
engineered by @tumaggz

UP THE RIVER

If he walked how hes talking i dont he’d speak again
Couldnt care if you agreed with it
I dont need a approval, opinions, religion you follow a guide and you’re still a shit person
There is no God in my verses, maybe some ego atleast there’s a purpose
I could never be the motherfucker on the cover, i dont get along with others purely due to my discernment
Wearing a mask for immersion, go figure they hate every version
I dont wanna try to safe face anyway, mane who am I impressing everybody’s straight worthless
Let em fly high where the birds be
When these fuckers die it really hurts me
We were in the middle of a surgery
Spirits stuck wander in purgatory
Lethargic you harmless, not predatory
Regardless youre parked in infirmatory 
The way that I view you derogatory 
Shrine made of your organs in the dormitory 
Irrelevant i wanna sever shit im on a separate path, bullet his brain and I laugh, bully his bride and i dash, burning up hash, lowkey Im mad
Heavy with the weapon spreading lead Im on the way to heaven they gon send me back to send a message to the masses but they slower than molasses I dont care how much time passes I just wanna touch the ashes of the past
Couldnt care less that the shit that I say may come off as a cringey remark 
Now hes biting the curb he got parked and if that boy was smart he would never had tried me, he barked
Boy he had heart
Had cuz its past tense Im having a half of his heart on the shelf, been displaying it like hes an elk
Cards in your hand have been dealt, couldve been worse you admit it yourself
Next is your kin, youre not alone in hell
Who am i kidding? Its solitude cells
Less than in prison but still youre a shell
Materialistic, new belt
I dont wanna go til I really know if there is afterlife Id rather there is no
Id rather not another place im sharing with you hoes
I dont wanna see you motherfuckers as a ghost
Ima bleed another motherfucker let em know
Ouija do the most, Ouija overdosed
Ouija isnt nothing but the lowest of the low
Ouija with the squeegee with the pole gotta scope
So low, a motherfucker solo to my life im a no show
Leaking red, rojo, you dont really wanna know hoe, like Im falling in a trap door Ouijaboy

SOLO (SO LOW)

LOCAL PHARMACY - POKUSA

WRITTEN BY THE SOUL ON FIRE JAY 3Y3AM888 TRUGLIA 

ST. PETER'S BASILICA

blckbrd.