HARVEST GLOOM

TWENTYTHREE, 99ZED, SALIVA GREY - MIND ROT

CHRONIC SACK BL8DEZ X BUMBOI (Prod.BUMBOI)

RESURGENCE

prod aragoth
Mixed by aragoth 
Cover art: Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics: 
Bring the guns out
& we can go to war 
Look at all the bodies 
laying on the floor 
let the reaper in 
I’m knocking at yo door 
I don’t even know 
My fucking name anymore x2

Made a deal with the devil 
I die by the sword ay
Resurrect the bodies 
Walk right out the morgue ay
flesh eaters stay with me 
You gon meet the horde ay
You can’t save yourself 
Just praying to the lord ay
You know prophets evil
To the fucking core ay
cut the bodies up 
Addicted to the gore ay
One body was the start 
& i need plenty more ay
Tie a wire round yo neck 
And imma pull the cord ay

Trespassers will be shot 
The devils landlord 
Step up pussy 
Tell me what you stand for 
Split his face open 
& leave his head torn 
On my head bloody red 
With the devil horns 

Mutha fuck the opps 
I’m tryna up the score 
Walk em down broad day 
& catch em at the store 
Pull the trigger so much 
That my fingers sore 
fuck it keep on shooting 
Let the bullets roar 
Bullet shower let it rain 
And the hollows pour 
Shooting for the head 
Like its a fucking sport 
bet I beat the case 
When that shit goes to court 
Pay off all the people 
And the jury board 

Prophet is a mutha fuckin warlord 
I belong living inside of a psych ward 
Tryna get my soul back it must be restored 
I lived my whole damn life feeling torture 

Bring the guns out
& we can go to war 
Look at all the bodies 
laying on the floor 
let the reaper in 
I’m knocking at yo door 
I don’t even know 
My fucking name anymore x2

Maniac

written / performed by @blckbrds
prod. Scottzilla
eng. @tumaggz

BLOOD:HOUND

prod Prod. Zyller & Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth
Cover by Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
It was never bout the money or the fame
All these pussy mutha fucka’s switching lanes 
Imma tell you I ain’t fucking with these lames 
Why the hell these bitches keep on playing games 
In the Cadillac just cruising in the rain 
Riding round the block just looking for a stain
Tryna turn another opp into a strain 
Smoking Tracy pack it’s fuckin wit my brain
I done let the demon out the devils cage 
Creeping lurking drag yo body in a cave 
Living life with all this mutha fucking rage 
slit my wrists and let it bleed into the drain 
It’s the only way to numb all of the pain 
Tell my homie he can lie all on my name 
do whatever when Im inside of the grave 
Put my body in the ground let me decay 
Kill a pussy boy and look em in the face 
Spinning blocks like we tryna win a race 
Guarantee that we beat this fucking case 
Everybody that’s a witness getting slain 
Everybody that’s around is getting sprayed 
Living in the trap at night I had to pray 
God ain’t listen imma demon anyway
Do a hit on anyone long as it pays 
And I’m Hungrier than ever need that food up on my plate 
Pull the trigger squeeze that shit and never hesitate 
Send a pussy boy straight up to the heavens gates 
Or if he goes to hell imma meet him cuz it’s fate 
Stepping up to me and I’m putting em in his place 
Dump the body in a river never leave a single trace 
Smoking in a hotbox I can’t see shit through the haze 
Drugs play with my memory so everything’s a daze 
I can’t fuck with anyone all they care bout is plays 
Stacking money nothing new soon as I got a taste 
saving all my money in a mutha fuckin safe 
even got a stash spot for every other state 
have a million in cash if I keep up at this rate 
I’m risking it all just to be one of the the greats 
Stuck inside the slums tryna move out of this place
And you can’t get rid of me cuz the prophets here to stay

DEVIL’S CAGE

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

GOD I$ WHATEVER I WANT

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

VALUE MEAL

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

HEATHEN (prod. ARAGOTH)

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