zer0xthrash type

Mixed by @moonsonthetrack
Prod. @moonrxckbeats x hellsing

Blitz - (Prod. MoonRxck x Hellsing)

Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' fuck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend fuckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
Fuck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy

I'm walkin' this bitch with a Glock in my hand
And a blade in my head, and all you bitches are fed
Fuck, what's the fake, why I eliminate any foe
That don't know exactly where I stand
I'm stayin' on your grave for the life that it take
And I'm makin' all of these big bands
Look at the fuckers, they're scattered like grass
When I tap on this gathering it's great
Fuck your existence, I'll put it away
And it is locked from the end of my plate
I'm comin' to D.C., I do not know pain
Walkin' with bullets inside of my brain
Motherfuckers up at the I.C.K., they're lookin' at your clique
And I know that we're all fake
I pull open the knives, we arise a new fate
We arise a new fate

Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' fuck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend fuckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
Fuck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy

ZER0XTHRASH X KILL DYLL - KXSO! [PROD.ZER0XTHRASH]

SHOUTOUT: @pyrxciter @kxllswxtch @brianspenser @singe

ZER0XTHRASH X KXLLSWXTCH X PYRXCITER - DONT STOP! (prod. singe x brian spenser)

Stream - https://too.fm/d6qamxx
Hosted by : Scream Rap
produced by : @CRMSYN

Lyrics:

God 
Aye shoutsout my block in this bitch (Gang)
Know what’s going on
Yuh aye, gang gang gang 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

Stitches on your mouth, don’t want no lip 
I’m outside, just wanna rip bitch
Both my wrists look fucking sick 
Slit pattern for the drip 
Disc shattered from the kick 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

If you’re 2 years old can’t give a fuck, can’t trust a fuckin soul
I’ll put a bullet through a fucker I don’t trust, don’t wan’t see ‘em old
I’ll put hollow through your grandma if she actin really bold
I’ll put a bullet through your pitbull if he looking fuckin swole
Dyll is crazy like heart attack
Pop a vein inside my mother fuckin neck
All these fucker’s really wanna be the best
But they nothing more than a just couple pest’s
I’m the best with the pesticides, insecticide 
Direct another pest or fly, I question life
Like what am I doin I know I’m flawed but pursuing
Everything I can in this life, all ruins
All fake all foes i’ll break all toes
You mother fuckers lame
I put fucker taking shit right down the mother fuckin range
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you fucker sounds the same
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you always passing blame

He thought he could run, from the lead
And it still filled him
Bitch you ain’t gon live through the night 
I’m with Kill Dyll
Make her fucking lick it off that carpet when that blood spill 
Shotty fucking hit him in his stomach, make him cartwheel (Fuck)
I know that I make em nervous 
Molly up the bank
Like will he live, nobody knows for certain
I could resurrect him a savior
Your block get taped up with caution 
And i’m feeling nauseas cause

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

Scorched Earth

y i hav no frnds

y i hav no frnds (feat. Kill Dyll)

PRODUCED BY: zer0xthrash, shktrxx, pyramid, wvrd.
ENGINEERED BY: zer0xthrash
COVER ART BY: zer0xthash
HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT<3

KILLING NXZI TERRITORY

lyrics:
Parapara para parapara peppy
Hey hello hi bitch
Bitch u wanna die ? bitch

Got my chopper with me it gon hit you in yo eye bitch
Ak 47 223 I'm gonna pipe shit
She smithin on my Wesson till I kill her I just might

Hey hello hi bitch
Bitch u wanna die ? bitch

Got my chopper with me it gon hit you in yo eye bitch
Ak 47 223 I'm gonna pipe shit
She smithin on my Wesson till I kill her I just might

Like what it do? Bitch I came to shoot
Got my chopper with me and I hit you and yo crew
Talking out your mouth? I turn that pussy boy to soup

Ak 47 push em back I make em move
Yeah I heard that you a bitch
Faking all your clique
Everybody around you wanna punch you in your dick

No you ain't a war soldier I'm the type to make you quit
I heard you flounting on your gang I heard you flounting like a bitch
Pussy
Everybody in your gang fake

Posing like they gang bang but I don't see them bang bang
Chop em down with AK
Roll up on me pussy if you got that audacity
Masterpiece twerking on me while I fucking clap her cheeks

You a dead man if you come my way
Leave his body in pieces on the highway
Come my way don't come my way
I just wanna see you die

Aye I rollup with a big truck
Dump him in that pig mud
Pussy not gon get back that pussy ain't gon get none
5-5-6

Gonna rollup in his ass cheek nasty
Crazy motha fucka killed her
Last week

Hey hello hi bitch
Bitch u wanna die ? bitch

Got my chopper with me it gon hit you in yo eye bitch
Ak 47 223 I'm gonna pipe shit
She smithin on my Wesson till I kill her I just might

Hey hello hi bitch
Bitch u wanna die ? bitch

Got my chopper with me it gon hit you in yo eye bitch
Ak 47 223 I'm gonna pipe shit
She smithin on my Wesson till I kill her I just might

HELLO HI! (prod.zer0xthrash)

JAWLOCK

JAWLOCK ft.Vythe & Intensify (prod. triplesixdelete)

ZER0XTHRASH X BLXDESMITH - 25 SHOTS (prod. zer0xthrash)

SHOUTOUT THE BLOODS AND CRIPS AND JEFFERY DAUHMERS!

LYRICS:Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

'Cause I be with them

Gang members
Rat killers
Head spillers
With them brain peelers
Momma killers

'Cause I be with them

Hood rat
Step back
I'll rob yo crib
In all black
With ski mask

One step
Two step
Bitch, don't take the wrong step
Cut you up then digest
Jeffrey Dahmer in my mindset

Yo face I digest
I pin you down and fuck your face!
I know you like that, you masochistic
Fucking disgrace

One fish
Two fish
I hang with red and blue fish
We gorillas and we ruthless

How to train a dragon, leave him toothless
I got that iron on my hip
I hit yo bitch, she look like
Goonies

Look at yo gang
Like what it is
I know that they is not gon'
Shoot me

I hit his lip, I kick his face
Football-looking ass boy
Like Stewie

You booger brain, I hit yo shit
I make it gooey, ain't no Louie
Ain't no love for you!

You get stabbed up in the backseat
And that pussy, I'mma shoot
He gon' run up like a track meet
And there ain't no love for you

Pack you up just like some lunch meat
Yo face I'mma shoot
That's a promise and no asking

Break Ya Face!
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

(Cause I see dead people)

Break Ya Face!
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

(YEAHHH!)

zer0xthrash type

Bradyn Grady