PLZ STOP WASTIN ALL MY TIME

Lyrics:

GRIEF:
Please stop wastin' all my time
I don't care 'bout spittin' rhymes
I got racks on top of stacks, I'm makin' money all the time
I just say what's on my mind, don't got time and I don't write
Doin' wrong, don't care 'bout right, I smoke yo pack and that's on sight

And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife
And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife

SOVIETFUCKER:
Now it’s time for me to say some few things
My body stings
Have rotten wings
Look at the chaos that I bring
Don’t waste no time
Now fuck the rhymes
I feel like my life slowly declines
I cannot lie I always crave to fucking die
Now can’t you see that I’m out of it
Can’t you see that I need a fucking fix
My mind is playing tricks I need a fucking hit
There’s no time
Do the crime
There’s no wrong or there’s a right
But don’t you ever waste my motherfucking time

GRIEF:
Please stop wastin' all my time
I don't care 'bout spittin' rhymes
I got racks on top of stacks, I'm makin' money all the time
I just say what's on my mind, don't got time and I don't write
Doin' wrong, don't care 'bout right, I smoke yo pack and that's on sight

And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife
And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife

WASTin' all my time {feat. SOVIETFUCKER} {TRIPLESIXDELETE}

WELCOME 2024! 

ART BY: @zukixoxo
PROD BY: https://www.instagram.com/fonywallace/?hl=en

MY INSTAGRAM : instagram.com/prod.guardian
MY SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2EeTx1HR0bRFY3RJYLQAxt?si=pH5LwrrARX-G2CGZM6CexA

THIS WAS ALL A FUCKIN FREESTYLE WELCOME TO 2024 BITCH

LYRICS:
(PART 1)
*guardian you never fucking miss!*
BITCH I GOT MY STICK AND IMA AIR THIS MOTHA FUCKA OUT
IF HE FUCKIN TALKIN BITCH WE CAN GO ANOTHER ROUND
PIPE DOWN YEAH YEAH PIE DOWN YEAH YEAH 
BITCH I GOT MY STICK AND IMA AIR THIS MOTHA FUCKA OUT
IF HE FUCKIN TALKIN BITCH WE CANNOT GO ANOTHER ROUND
PIPE DOWN YEAH YEAH PIE DOWN YEAH YEAH

I GOT PEOPLE DISSING ON MY MOTHA FUCKIN SONGS
BUT IMA SIT BACK 
AND HIT OUT OF MY BONG
WHILE MY PLAYS GO UP 
YEAH YOU FUCKED UP
IMA PULL UP IN MY TRUCK 
WITH MY AK AS A CRUTCH

I BE GOIN DOWN I BE DRINKING OUT THE BOTTLE
IF THESE FUCKAS TALKIN 
BITCH IM KICKIN IN THE THROTTLE

NEW YEAR NEW ME
FUCK THAT SHIT 
NEW YEAR SAME ME 
SAME ME

I DON'T DO OUTSIDE CUZ YA'LL JUST BUSY WILDING
I JUST GOT A NEW WHIP ALL MY HOMIES PILE IN
3'OCLOCK AT YO BLOCK YEAH WE FUCKIN VIBIN 
YEAH WE FUCKIN POP HIM 
IF HE THINK THAT HE GOT A PROBLEM

YEAH THEY FUCKIN HYPE 
THIS THE FIRST OF THE YEAR
IMA DROP NOW 
AND THEY WATCH AS IF IMA DISAPPEAR

OKAY WAIT A SEC
IMA GO AND CASH A CHECK 
GOIN HARD ON EVERY SET
THEN IM OVER TO THE NEXT 

BITCH I GOT MY STICK AND IMA AIR THIS MOTHA FUCKA OUT
IF HE FUCKIN TALKIN BITCH WE CANNOT GO ANOTHER ROUND
PIPE DOWN YEAH YEAH PIE DOWN YEAH YEAH 

(PART 2)

IMA GET MY GAT 
IN THE MOTHA FUCKIN NIGHT
STUPID MOTHA FUCKAS TALKIN
BITCH YOU BETTER THINK TWICE
IMA LOOP AROUND THE BACK
AND IMA GET MY FUCKIN KNIFE
BITCH I MY FUCKIN ARMOR 
BCUZ IMA FUCKIN KNIGHT

BITCH IM SICK OF QUIZZES 
AND BITCHES TELLIN ME TO DO MY DISHES
BITCH IM REALLY FUCKIN VICIOUS 
WHEN I'M GETTIN TO THE FINISH 
I BE CHILLIN MAKING MONEY
WHILE MY MENTAL HEALTH DIMINISH
IF YOU WANNA GET THIS BIG AND STRONG 
YOU GOTTA EAT YOUR SPINACH

BITCH IM GLAD AS FUCK 
BUT IF YOU TALKIN LAST YEAR
IM A MAD A DOG 
IMA BREAK THE PACK UP
CAUGHT IN A STANDOFF
BITCH IMA JACK OFF
AND YOU SHALL NOT PASS 
LIKE IM FUCKIN GANDALF

IMA WEAR THE MASK YUH
IMA WEAR THE MASK YUH
THAT PUSSY TALKIN SHIT 
LIKE THE SHIT COMIN OUT MY ASS
YEAH HE THINK HE SPITTIN FACTS
BUT THAT MOTHA FUCKA ALWAYS CAP
IMA COME UP TO HIS SPOT 
AND IMA BUST THE FUCKIN GAT

NO THIS AINT OSAMA BUT I RUN IT FUCKIN UP
THAT BOY THINK HE IS THE SHIT 
BUT I THINK THAT HE REALLY SUCK
WAIT IMA SKIP THE TEXTING 
LET THE BULLETS HIT YOU UP 
IMA CHOP YOU INTO BITS 
AND HIT YOU LIKE A FUCKIN PUCK

IMA RUN UP ON YOU WIT MY MOTHA FUCKIN GAT
BEFORE I PULL THE FUCKIN TRIGGER 
IMA RACK THAT FUCKA BACK
I GOT FOURTEEN FUCKIN HOBOS IN MY HOUSE
THEY DRINKIN JACK 
AND THEY THINK THEY GON STOP ME 
WHEN IM MAKIN CHEESE AND MAC

*ending banter*

FIRST OF THE YEAR (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

half a pound of blood n guts
half a can of diesel
light his flesh and burn it up
pop! goes the weasel

a penny for the children’s head
a blood soaked thread and needle
that’s the way the murder goes
pop! goes the weasel

pop goes the weasel ima stomp him in the fucking ground
do you like the music? where is jack you better look around
lullaby of death it’s getting scary asking what’s that sound?
torture kill repeat i’m not a friend bitch im a killer clown 
i’m in your imagination you can trust me take my hand 
let’s go deep inside the woods where they won’t find you no one can 
joyful laughter children playing that’s the shit i can’t stand
you ain’t gonna live to 10 i’m gonna end your life span 

look up when you talk to me i’m bouta squish you like a beatle
he neglected me i put up with that shit and now im evil 
ima keep you silent ima stitch your mouth up with my needle
pop goes the weasel (enunciate it so it goes longer)
head to toe in black and white i’m watching you all through the night 
i’m inside your head and ima leave you straight up petrified
tell your parents about me they won’t believe you ain’t that right?
might as well submit to torture don’t even put up a fight 
i’m a fucking lunatic you see my smile? see my teeth? 
fangs in my mouth great for eating great for chewing children meat 
take him away from his family leave him six feet underneath
laughing at his funeral i can’t believe he trusted me
i’m so fucking crazy i love to torture i love to kill
take you to the doctor and you gonna need a few pills
stomp my boots on top his stomach can’t wait til the blood spills 
see me peeking out shh shh got some spine chills
stomp the weasel on his head
one more time and he’ll be dead
that’s why all the children bled
don’t look underneath your bed 
i’m inside your fucking nightmares
i’m lurking inside your head
i’ve been here giving the right scares
one more time and he’ll be dead

pop goes the weasel ima stomp him in the fucking ground
do you like the music? where is jack you better look around
lullaby of death it’s getting scary asking what’s that sound?
torture kill repeat i’m not a friend bitch im a killer clown 
i’m in your imagination you can trust me take my hand 
let’s go deep inside the woods where they won’t find you no one can 
joyful laughter children playing that’s the shit i can’t stand
you ain’t gonna live to 10 i’m gonna end your life span

half a pound of blood n guts
half a can of diesel
light his flesh and burn it up
pop! goes the weasel

a penny for the children’s head
a blood soaked thread and needle
that’s the way the murder goes
pop! goes the weasel

LAUGHING JACK [PROD BLXXD]

I DONT WANNA STOP

I DON'T WANNA STOP (PROD. BRONK)

ONE THING ABOUT ME
BITCH I STAB WITH A KNIFE
KNOW ITS KNIFEY IN THE FLESH
I KNOW ITS BEEN A LONG TIME
SHIFTY EYES
AND SHAKEY HANDS
REACH DOWN AND PICK UP THE KNIFE
ONLY ONE THING THATS FOR SURE
NOBODY'S LEAVIN ALIVE

IM LIKE
HOLD UP
IM ON THE DOWNLOW
IF I GET FAMOUS
IM BOUND TO BE CANCELLED
I DONT LIKE MINORS
I AM AN ASSHOLE
LIKE IM NAPOLEON 
TAKE YOU TO BATTLE
YO WHAT THE FUCK?
YOU TALKIN CRAZY
IF YOU THINK KNIFEY HAS GONE AND GOT LAZY
IM NOT A RUSSIAN
I FEEL LIKE HEAVY
ALL OF MY PEERS AINT NO MEN
THEY SOME BABIES
FUCK!

IMMA BE A STAR
THATS THE ONLY THING THAT IM MEANT TO BE
DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE
BUT YOURE DYIN
IF YOU TALK DOWN ON ME
SCAPEGOAT IS MY TITLE
YOUR DRAMA IT MEANS NOTHING TO ME
YOU JUST LOVE TO WHINE
SO I WILL GIVE YOU ZERO EMPATHY

OOH AHH
ITS SO NICE TO BE BACK
GIVE IT UP LITTLE MONKEYS
FOR THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC
OOH AHH
NOW I KNOW WHO IM SUPPOSED TO BE
OOH YEAH
ITS THE K N I F E

IMMA BE A STAR
THATS THE ONLY THING THAT IM MEANT TO BE
DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE
BUT YOURE DYIN
IF YOU TALK DOWN ON ME
SCAPEGOAT IS MY TITLE
YOUR DRAMA IT MEANS NOTHING TO ME
YOU JUST LOVE TO WHINE
SO I WILL GIVE YOU ZERO EMPATHY

ZERO EMPATHY! (PROD. JOPXT)(art by @sldtlol on ig)

PROD. GRANDMASCAMMER and OH.BATS
MIXED BY @XARAMBIT

W3 AR3 ALL D3AD! - XARAMB!T x NXSEBLEEDZ x CRYPTICROT x TRANZ!TM9 x B00M x !NSANITY

BLUD ON DA GRASS ft. TOUCHGRA$$ [PROD.PLUCKSUNSET]

ALL ABOUT (prod. or.1ove)

who thuggiN NOW
WHEN I HOP IN ABYSS WE CAN JUMP IT OUT
PUMP IT OUT WHEN THE PUMPS COME OUT
KRUMP IT OUT N GET THE FUNCTION LOUD
WHEN I HIT THE LOUD I CAN’T FUNCTION NOW
I DRIFT THRU LIFE WIT ASSUMPTIONS HOW
I GET THIS THING MAKE ME FEEL LIKE MORE
BUT I NEED THIS THING CUS THE HOLE A WHORE
THE HOLE A WHORE

PRODUCT RLY MAKE ME FEEL SECURE
BRAND NEW CHAIN OH MI AMOR
NEED 3 OR 4 AND A BRAND NEW HOUSE A CAR PARKED OUT
FEEL REAL SMALL LIKE A FUCKIN MOUSE
FEEL REAL SMALL LIKE A MOLECULE
EYE CONTACT WHEN I’M HARMIN YOU
I GOT ARMIES ARMED UP N HOLLOWED TOO
BUT I JUST WANT MORE
 THE HOLE A WHORE


i feel so EMPTY
GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME THEN COME GET ME
LIQOUR IN MY KIDNEYS
I JUST BOUGHT SOME SHITCOIN N THIS AI TRYNA GRIFT ME
KILL MYSELF ON LIVESTREAM
THANK U FOR THE SUB TARD
KILL MYSELF ON LIVESTREAM
MIRROR WHO THE MOST HARD
I JUST NEED MORE
I JUST NEED MORE
THE HOLE A WHORE


  CONTORTION;;;;;
 aye my holes a whore
they ask for more
i pull up on dis nigga 
lets settle the score 
tell me, whats dis shit for?
this shit a chore
i got more problems now
than i did before 

THE WHOLE, FLOORED
THE HOLE, A WHORE
I FEEL MY FUCKING LUNGS SHRINK 
AND MY THROAT IS GETTING SORE YA 
THE SOUL, IGNORED
THE HOLE, A WHORE
ALL I FEEL IS NOTHING AND MY BRAIN IT JUST CONTORTS

ALL I FEEL IS DIRT AND FILTH INSIDE MY FUCKING PORES
THERES SOMETHING BOUT THE WASTE THAT KEEPS ME COMING BACK FOR MORE
THE PAGES OF MY STORY MAY AS WELL BE FUCKING TORN
THE HOLE INSIDE MY CHEST IS GETTING FUCKED, NOW IT’S A WHORE

THE HOLE ft. CONTORTION [PROD.HICARTEL]

BLUD JONEZ

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