FACE PARTY [SLASH] #CARNIVORE #SKINLESS #POWERTOOLS

Sight on your head,
Target already for money,
The C4 will party,
And blow up your whole apartment,
Handcuff the hostages,
Disable all alarms,
I see light on the floor
I already draw my weapon,

FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE
NOT TO LEAVE A TRACE,
CUT CUT CUT
BLOOD IS RUNNING ALL OVER THE PLACE!

In the truck I have all the stock,
Ammunition for the magazines,
Body bag for victims,
I don’t even count the hours,

For my prey I am an assassin,
Fucking killer,
For the blood I am unhealthy, 
It’s more like a horror movie,
In my head
Reach out and cut off your hand,
I take it as an honor,
To see death is fate,
My python in your head you kill,

I take pictures as a souvenir,
My bigo filled with corpse,
Before your body I smile,
I have a macabre mind,

PROTYTPE I AM A PROTOTYPE

PROTOTYPE X PROD BY BOUTTA DIE

@killconfirmedd

@c4ceo
@leatherneckscarecrow

BAD DOG FT. C4CEO + LEATHERNECK (p. killcross) [HOSTED BY DJ SHRAPNEL]

SIPPIN MAD GUNK EUGH EUGH EUGH
https://open.spotify.com/track/7kdOqJEtATljB5vnl2e0sd?si=MCtUCkeNT2mSdoeisWJnJw

lyrics:
Grind you up so you never have to look at me again
Gore Street making music that you couldn't ever comprehend
Shove your defect fuckin brain into the depths of the cement
Horrorcore shock fiend, bitch I live with no regrets

basement overflow wit new bitches 
after im done gon need stitches 
stab a mufucka wanna gut dat mufucka 
gon leave him leakin
i dont give a fuck whatchu think bout me 
talk down, im gon be spillin 
grab her by the neck, pin her down 
no anestetsia ill be rippin
yeah, leave him ina toe tag 
sellin limbs out a tote bag 
give a bitch stockholm syndrome 
way i have hoe beggin for more smacks 
put my nose up right ina coke bag 
preach or die for da cult, i be on dat
im a dirty mufucka i tote rags
ill leave you wrapped up in sum bloody rags

Lace my fuckin boots up just to aim it at your teeth
Open wide, bite down, break the jaw with my cleats
I'm a Shockstar bitch, keep my name up out yo mouth
If you wanna make a film then we could run a couple round


sippin straight gunk in my cup 
catch my ass limpin round da spot 
cup ready, i grind you up 
i just dont think ive had enough
take the cup and i grind u up
x4

Grind you up so you never have to look at me again
Gore Street making music that you couldn't ever comprehend
Shove your defect fuckin brain into the depths of the cement
Horrorcore shock fiend, bitch I live with no regrets

basement overflow wit new bitches 
after im done gon need stitches 
stab a mufucka wanna gut dat mufucka 
gon leave him leakin
i dont give a fuck whatchu think bout me 
talk down, im gon be spillin 
grab her by the neck, pin her down 
no anestetsia ill be rippin

SIPPIN GUNK FT. REJECTEDREYNA [PROD. SCORN]

diss track on people i dont like
art by @blaze-blaze-706974256 
i fucked up the mixing ill fix it when i have more money
lyrics on genius burp

LEAVE [ohbats]

@ADAM-VANSCOYK @EXZYYY 

RIDDLE:

UGH
BITCH IM BACK IN ACTION
I CHOP A FUCKER UP N BAG EM UP TURN TO A FRACTION
BITCH DID I STUTTER HUH? I KILLED UR BRO CALL THAT SUBTRACTION
I CUT YA BROTHER UP ON LIVE TO GET THE WORLDS REACTION

BLOOD ON MY CHAIN I FUCKIN STAB FOR MY OWN SATISFACTION
SEND ME SUM BITCOIN ILL SEND SUM LIMBS IF WE DO THA TRANSACTION
I LOCK THE DOOR N I TAKE A PILL I DONT WANT NO DISTRACTION
I SLICE UR STOMACH OPEN GRAB MY TOOLS THATS HOW I START EXTRACTION

CATCH ME IN UR CRIB, DUMPIN A CLIP, SHOT TO UR BODY INFRONT OF YA BITCH,
U SEE ME SWERVIN IN THIS WHIP, HEARIN NOTHIN BUT VOICES WHEN IM ON A TRIP
IM BOUT TO BLOW UR WHOLE BODY TO BITS
SHOT TO UR DOME U GET SENT TO ABYSS
U THINK U GOT SWAG BUT NOT LIKE THIS
U WALK LIKE A BITCH, BITCH I WALK LIKE A CRIP'

ALL I DO IS SEND SHOTS
DONT CARE WHO I KILL, DEAD OPPS
ALL I DO IS HIT THOSE HEADSHOTS
WHEN I AIM IN, RED DOTS
YO GANG WORK FOR ME, LIKE SWEATSHOPS
IM BOUT TO KNOT U UP LIKE DREADLOCKS
U THINK IM BROKE BUT BITCH I SELL LOTS
DONT FLEX THATS WHAT THE FED WANTS...

LXXIV:

JUNKIES AT THE DOOR THEY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S AVAILABLE/
I’VE BEEN HANDING OUT MENUS LIKE I’M SERVING A TABLE/
I GOT POUNDS FOR THE LOW, I GOT KET ON DECK/
I GOT WEED ALL IN MY LUNGS I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT I SAID/
BITCH I’M ROLLING W SOME VETS, YOU KNOW THEY DOWN TO HANDLE BUSINESS/
REARRANGE YA WHOLE FACE, SENT THAT BOY RIGHT TO THE DENTIST UHH/
SLIDING W PRECISION, IF YOU BLINK YOU MIGHT JUST MISS IT UHH/
BLESSING ALL MY OPS W HOLLOW TIPS YOU’D THINK IM CHRISTIAN HAA/
LX JUST GAINED A LEVEL HE ACQUAINTED WITH FELLOWS THAT KNOW THE DEVIL/
TRIPLE 6 ON THE METAL, WE CAME SETTLE/
.38 AND IT’S SPECIAL, GO HIT THE PEDAL, OR UR DEAD IN THE WHIP/
DEAD WHERE YOU SIT/
I GOT A BITCH, SUCK LIKE A TICK/
I GOT A FIT THAT’S ALL BLACK, & I GOT THE NAILS TO MATCH/
THAT’S PROLLY WHY SHE CALL ME BACK/
CAUSE SHE WANT A KILLA THAT’S DOWN FOR REAL/
I MAKE ALL MY OPS SQUEAL, I GOT THAT GLOCK I KEEP IT CONCEALED/
THIS SHIT NOT TALK, I REALLY GOT IT/
KEEP SOME RED UP IN MY TONIC/
HEARD THAT BRO WAS TALKING SHIT NOW WE GOT US A NEW ASSIGNMENT/
IT’S A A+, CAN’T FAKE US/
RVMAN BEEN ON TOP, THERE AIN’T NO FAKE LOVE, WE ERASED EM/
YO BITCH GOT AN A CUP, WE DON’T WANT THAT, SHE BASIC/
FIND OUT WHERE YOU STAY GO TO YO CRIB & THEN WE CASE IT/
RUN THRU THAT BITCH AND TAKE SHIT YAA/

Escalade x Prod By 808HOUDINI

BLOODYVOMIT