LOSING CONTROL (prod. lilrahnera)

ILY SILLY
LOCÜST Dylan on guitar
Prod me

You only want my time in a minute when im gone
And I ain't talking silly, u aint rocking where im from 
Everynight, I turning shoulders in my bed til its dawnty
I ain't talking faun, you got no reason to be flaunty

I know ur speaking but I don't listen to ignorance
I got a bullet, put a load and lose his innocence
I don't think you realize, you aint make a difference
You just walking out your way to be belligerent
break, break, break, break what ur already thinking
you got issues and your bathing in your own indecison
And your running off unstable you can stop me a feeling
and talking under table, you get hit like collision
Give a minute, I ain't even thinking moment
I get explicit if it mean my money got exponents
I gta make a bigger picute fore the sentiment
n I making my own lane in my own element

You only want my time in a minute when im gone
And I ain't talking silly, u aint rocking where im from 
Everynight, I turning shoulders in my bed til its dawnty
I ain't talking faun, you got no reason to be flaunty

you gotta use my brain if u be getting any bigger
If you talking down to us, you can't complain when you get hurt
and you cannot complain when get it, cuz you did it
Cuz you figured, if you did it in the first place then you didn't beg to differ
And im ruining your plans like i'm the rain
and your the calm and im the storm and then i'm bigger than you ever
If you gta think to ruin me, your thikning way too much
if you wna love my name then it better be forever 

You only want my time in a minute when im gone
And I ain't talking silly, u aint rocking where im from 
Everynight, I turning shoulders in my bed til its dawnty
I ain't talking faun, you got no reason to be flaunty

Rocks [Prod.CRAIGGUSSI x LOCÜST Dylan]

DRUGS YOU HAVEN'T EVEN HEARD OF | prod.COHKANE

Prod me

Cleaner of the block, and now im louder than the suds
and when the bell is ringing, seeing red im seeing blood
Im getting ot hte bottom like im sinking in the mud
I don't want you talking so im tying your tongue 
ratata, yea scratching you right up
Bringing it back, cuz reaping at your blood
Sicking of sucking up, ye sick of suckin nut 
Breaking a back of someone elses son
What about if I just take a minute for my sake
Beef is what u making? imma sear like a steak
imma side away from anything that you create 
Homie blew banana so I put em in a grave


Hell noises waht hte fuckkkaaahh aaagh


Im gna breaking the bit, cuz I got actual tendencies
everybody does tend to me
I do actual felonies
and Im talking especially
AAA AND IM KISSING A GUN
I SHOULD DO IT FOR FUN
N I RUN N I PUNT

COPCAR! (w/HEL!) [Prod.CRAIGGUSSI x CAELEN]

DANGO | ft.X2BLACKSTAR | prod.COHKANE

AFTERLIFE (PROD.HVVXCK)

𝔩𝔦𝔩 𝔳𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯

BORN READY | prod.PRISON

produced by https://soundcloud.com/wendigowendigo
mixed + mastered by  https://soundcloud.com/lovethirteen

lyrics.

THIS MUSIC MAKES YOU SEE DEMONS-(lucky)

omg you're such a clone


aye wendigo this shit crazy

PUNK STAR?
fuck all the hate and the shit that you talking bout
shut up you faggots I do what I want
what the fuck did you say to me bitch better speak up
or you gonna meet the fucking gun
you get popped in the face 
I'm gonna piss on your grave
I'm a punk in the rave 
you get fucking punched
I can't deal with this shit anymore
hop the fuck off my dick
I'm just tryna get high pass the blunt

get the fuck out of my face smoking on za

got me flying in space
brain cells melting away
temporary got no time to waste

I am not ok I'm seeing demons everyday
everyday we not the same
stupid pussy yeah you lame

take the music industry 
fill it with violence 
next up take an icon they can follow
now you got it
riot in the streets
get your fucking icons to incite it
LACE THEM THEN THEY OVERDOSED
YIPPIE THEY DIED ITS TIME TO PROFIT

out here taking shits you stupid faggots call music
I don't GIVE A FUCK BOUT THE GAME you a fool bitch
grab a cheap mic and start yelling bout some bullshit
your bars are not special
anyone can do this

this entire industry is fake
and the fat fucking pigs on the top 
staking money on they plates
killing people for the profit ain't no shame
if yo music ain't  got violence than I'm not gonna listen that shit is gay

FUCK YOUR SENSITIVITY CAUSE IT DOES NOT MEAN SHIT TO ME
SHUT THE FUCK UP IM NOT A CLONE IM A MIX OF THINGS
SAID I COPY FLOWS
STUPID BITCH YOU AIN'T INVENT SHIT
ALL YOU NECRO TRAP FAGGOTS AIN'T NO PHYCOS 
YOU JUST DICKS
YOU DEPRESSED AS FUCK
WELL GO TAKE SOME PILLS
BITCH I HOPE YOU OVER DOCE ON THAT SHIT REAL DRILL
I AINT FROM THE FUCKING STREETS OR THE HOOD BUT I KILL
beats
ADDICTED TO THE DRUGS YOU COULDNT EVEN PAY YO BILLS
BITCH PLEASE

too much smoke you cant breath
666 got no sign you cant eat
bitch I'm feeling very good when I'm
smoking on that weed
(huh)
too much moonshine I can't even fucking see

APATHEDIC PHYCO DIAGNOSED I DONT GIVE A FUCK
GOT A GOTH BITCH IN MY ROOM TWERKING ON MY NUTS
PUFF PUFF PASS SMOKING BLUNTS IN THE HOT BOX
TITTYS IN MY FACE LIKE NICK CAGE IN THE DROP TOP

NOT ABOUT THAT GANG SHIT I JUST BANG SHIT
GOT MY FIRST SONG UP AND ITS GETTING PLAYS BITCH
GOT MORE PLAYS THAN ALL YOUR FUCKING SONGS COMBINED
IF YOU FUCKING FALL OFF THEN IMA LEAVE YOU ASS BEHIND
GET IN LINE 
BITCH
DON'T YOU FUCKING WASTE MY TIME
I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS BITCH I HOPE YOU FUCKING CRY
I'LL FUCKING SWITCH UP ON YO ASS IF YOU DO SHIT THAT I DONT LIKE
IF IMA SAY SHIT THEN ILL SAY IT TO YO FACE JUST OUT OF SPITE

man those lyrics make you sound like an asshole
STFU

(WENDIGO PANS THE BEAT ALL OVER THE PLACE)

THAT WAS SO FIRE OMG

(SLOW AND REVERB)
fuck all the hate and the shit that you talking bout
shut up you faggots I do what I want
what the fuck did you say to me bitch better speak up
or you gonna meet the fucking gun
you get popped in the face 
I'm gonna piss on your grave
I'm a punk in the rave 
you get fucking punched
I can't deal with this shit anymore
hop the fuck off my dick
I'm just tryna get high pass the blunt

I DO WHAT I WANT

I DO WHAT I WANT  [PROD. WENDIGO]

SOMETHING DIFFERENT I I I I
CAN’T REWIND SHIT WHEN I DIE IE
SPREAD WING MOTH OR BUTTERFLY Y
JUST A SPOT ON THE SUN NOTHING DIFFERENT
PLASTIC BOY ALWAYS JUST THE VICTIM
CIRCUMSTANCES A FEW  BAD DECISIONS
IS IT REALLY MURDER NO ONE MISSED HIM

PUTRID SMILE TEETH LONG LIKE A MILE
VILE BRAIN GET REFORMED TURN THE DIODE
NUMBERS NUMBERS IN MY FEED I DIE FOR
U AIN’T MAKE SHIT HOMIE U SHOULD TRY MORE

TEARS DOWN MY FACE THEM SHITS IS GOLD TIPPED
SMASH THE SPIDER BLINDLY AND THE ROACH SLIP
A COLD WRIST SO FROZEN
NOT FROM THE PISS BUT THE WOUND HELLA OPEN
 PRAY TO JESUS OR VISHNU
WHEN U GONE NO ONE MISS YOU
DIG UP UNDERMINER OUT THE CASKET
BASKETCASE HOW I LIVE IN THIS BASKET
ALL MY HOMIES RLY MUTATED GNARLY
MY BITCH LIGHT UP WITH ME SHE A BARBIE
PLASTIC BOY PLASTIC LIFE PLASTIC ARMY
SOLIDERS GUN DOWN THAT BOY DESERVED HARDLY

AMERICAN WASTOID TREATED HARSHLY
I RECORD A CRIME TURN IT TO ART SCENE


 AMERICAN WASTOID I DON’T FUCKING CARE
LIFE IS SO FUCKING FAIR
BUZZING BUZZING SOMETHING LURKING IN THE AIR
WHEN I WOKE UP FROM THE NIGHTMARE I WAS SO
WHEN I SPOKE UP IN MIC NOBODY FUCKING
STUCK IN THESE WALLS N THEY HURT LEAD HOUSE
DREAD OUT HOMIE SPEW BRAINS WHEN HE BLED OUT LIKE ROADKILL
DOWN IN ABYSS WHERE THE COLD FEEL
COLDER MY BONES TURN TO BOULDER
HOW THE FUCK I GET OLDER
I’M OLD NOW
NOT IN THE FACE BUT THE SOUL HOW
I LET THIS SHIT PASS ME BY I WILL GROW OUT
I EXTEND TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH
YOU WILL HURT
YOU WILL NOTICE MY WORTH
OR YOU CAN DIE SLOW
EYES LIVING INSIDE OF MY PHONE
AND THIS WAX ONLY NUMBING THE COPE 
OF ERODING I’M FOLDING
I FOLD ALL THESE CARDS ON A TABLE
AND STUB OUT THIS CIGARETTE ON MY 
ROACH MAN MAKE SCARY SONGS TILL YOU
AMERICAN WASTOID COME TO DIE
AMERICAN WASTOID WASTE INSIDE
AMERICAN WASTOID WHERE’S THE LIGHT

AMERICAN WASTOID [PROD.DETHCORP1]

YOU THINK THAT GUN CAN STOP ME?
I FEEL NOBODY WANT ME
I FEEL LIKE SOMETHING COMING
SOMEBODY TELL ME SOMETHING
THIS AINT’ NO FUCKING SONG
THIS SHIT A CRY FOR HELP
LIKE SHIT DON’T MATTER
WELL
U GOTTA LIVE FOR SELF
BUT WHAT IF I’M NOT SHIT
WHO GON COME HELP ME THEN
I NEED A PADDED CRIB
I NEED A FUCKING FIX
I LASH OUT AT WORLD
THE WORLD LAUGH AT ME
HOMIE LIGHT THIS UP
GIMME THAT GASOLINE
U WANNA WATCH ME BURN
I TURN TO ASH LIKE THAT
AND IF MY ACTIONS BAD
BLAME MY FUCKIN PAST
BLAME MY FUCKING LIFE
THAT SHIT AN ACCIDENT
AND IT DON’T MAKE ME HAPPY JUST TO GO ANNOUNCE THAT SHIT
THIS AIN’T NO FUCKING SONG
THIS SHIT A TERROR THREAT
I MIGHT OPEN UP MY BODY SPREAD THIS PLAGUE OF DEATH 
AND IF I JUST CAN’T PUNCH A HOLE INTO THIS CRYSALLIS 
I MIGHT NEVER OPEN UP MY SHIT JUST MIGHT BE CRIPPLED KID
I DON’T NEED NO REFERENCES TO SHIT YOU SHITS DONE HEARD OF
ALL I KNOW IS THIS SHIT AND THE SHIT THAT I CAN WORK OFF
THEY CHITTER JUST LIKE THAT
LEGS THAT WRAP AROUND YOU THEN THEY STAB YOU IN THE BACK
THE SPIRAL NEVER END IT SEEM
EVER SINCE THAT PARTY ALL MY FRIENDS DONE WENT ABANDONED ME
I GOT A COUPLE LEFT
BUT WHAT IT MATTER FOR
I PUSH UPWARDS SISYPHUS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK I SHATTERED MORE

AMERICAN WASTOID [PROD.DETHCORP1]

BLUD JONEZ

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