Go fckin Godmode

LOCKJAW [PROD. OMER]

LYRICS:
Yeah, I can't lie that's my fault
Finna make the earth shake muddy step on side walk
We be aiming both ways, in your room with lights off
Put a hole in your face, finna take your eyes off
Yeah hoe don't get it he not hard
Yeah I'm big stepping, weapon toting on your boulevard
Yeah my team deck him, I'm a hit his head he seeing stars
Hold up chin check him, if he got a problem meet my arm
Bro don't get it he can't talk
Swerve right, catching bodies out my Bentley Truck
Make him red mist, finna turn that hoe to dust
He get skinned like a deer, just to keep it a buck
Keep acting like your OVO like hoe we know your not
Mixing codeine in my sode hoe, I'm sipping on some wok
With some soldiers and we tote some poles they hit you while you walk
And they not aiming for some coma hoe, they put you under rocks

@blurryy
Look like a movie when I land
She want me to be her man
But I might just fuck her friend
Might just do it cause I can
Ride around in that foreign, ayy, err
Lift your bitch cuz she was boring, ayy ahh
She want me back, they ain't want me nah
Boutta pop like some rocks
And I drop with the mop uh huh
Look like a movie when I land
She want me to be her man
But I might just fuck her friend
Might just do it cause I can
Ride around in that foreign, ayy, err
Lift your bitch cuz she was boring, ayy ahh
She want me back, they ain't want me nah
Boutta pop like some rocks
And I drop with the mop uh huh

Gxner:
Tell him you can't escape
Like reunite with the grave
Body bag where you hang
Like reuinte with the grave
Tell him you can't escape
Like reunite with the grave
Body bag where you hang
Like reuinte with the grave

REUNITE WITH THE GRAVE (FEAT. LIL BLURRY) (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL + REMORSE713)

LYRICS:
Uh, stomp his head and crush into angel dust
Stupid talking on the net like I can't go and cut him up
Hoe I'm rocking Arcteryx but I still got one tucked
I don't even need a vest hoe, I'm fully snuffed up
I'm the reason you get gangstalked
30 of us hit your head, blow your brain off
And if I don't kill you dead, then it rains huh
I still got a hornhead check my face huh
I haven't felt okay in weeks
Man my vision start to tweak
And if something doesn't change then my wrists are gonna leak
And my shawty grade A boutta fill her ovaries
Everything is gonna break, ain't no one surviving me
And I'm really at your door ding dong
And if shawty think I want her then she know she dead wrong
And I'm really crushing skulls hoe I state in my song
And we really going mordum, Craig gonna take your limbs off
Uh you aren't immortal that I know
Imma different breed hoe I'm really going rogue
This a big stick hoe get low
Real drive by boy get off the road
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out

Yeah we really making sound out the whip
If he really gotta problem I got rounds in this clip
Yeah big body swerve around, let it rip
Put his body under mounds, hundred rounds meet his lip
Two xans now I'm stepping cross the road
My hoe built like Mulan how she gonna cut you whole
My vest bulletproof huh, you ain't giving me no holes
What this cleaver do? Uh it's gonna remove your soul
Yeah we out hunting in the night
Put his name down, he gonna fall like I'm Light
Imma chop him up, bloodstains on my Offwhite
Love guns but put a hole in the Alt Right

Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse

UNDER THE EARTH (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(prod @takizava)
(art @yipyip)

LYRICS:
Yeah, ho don't love me she love pain
Yeah, that ho stripped my life away
Yeah, ho don't love me she love pain
Ah, put a bullet in my brain
Got like so much racks I know I break the bank
I don’t want death, contort my body into several shapes
Where my guns at? These hoes are gonna learn to fall in place
Where my love at? There’s no one around I can appreciate
Hoes gonna switch up and skulls gonna crack
I can’t feel a thing got a knife in my back
Got way too much money I’m chasing the sack
Ho all on my balls, she chasing my sack
Like all of these hundreds my pockets get fat
Ho check out my numbers, ho check out my stats
That bomb gonna blow, it stay in my bag
Look like Daffy Duck my fit is all black
If he turns the corner put the metal to his chin
And I promise you aren't hard we just took your ligaments
And this window matte black, you can't see behind my tint
And I'd probably pipe down, this gon' hurt a little bit
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off

Hoes gonna switch up and skulls gonna crack
I can’t feel a thing got a knife in my back
Got way too much money I’m chasing the sack
Ho all on my balls, she chasing my sack
Like all of these hundreds my pockets get fat
Ho check out my numbers, ho check out my stats
That bomb gonna blow, it stay in my bag
Look like Daffy Duck my fit is all black

No I can't spend another night alone
I got blood stains they won't leave, they stay on my clothes
No I can't spend another night alone
I got blood stains they won't leave, they stay on my clothes
I don't need no stylist
Blood all over my fit
Swerve and hit a cyclist
Swerve and hit a cyclist
I don't need no stylist
Blood all over my fit
Swerve and hit a cyclist
Swerve and hit a cyclist
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off

BREAK IT OFF (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(prod @akvri + @takizava)

art @brainbitss

Yeah, all black when i’m rolling down the road
You can’t hide inside your house, I hear the ringing of your phone
Yeah, yeah, hush your lip gettting sewn
For tonight I am God all your sins get atoned
You ain’t safe inside that room ho
You ain’t safe inside that room ho
Yeah, put your face under that tombstone 
You ain't safe up in that room ho



Yeah, yeah, imma go take his breath away
He’s a ghost, ripped flesh, and a beaten face
He want smoke, no breath like a metal vape
Yeah, yeah, take his soul make it levitate
And I really hate hoes and the feds okay
Really can’t cuff hoes I don’t settle aye
Body bags on body bags, i’ll cut your face in when i stab 
Dumping gas, I’m dumping gas you’ll burn alive inside my trap
Stupid racks, got stupid racks that’s why theres Prada where I step 
Double back like double back that’s why your mouth is leaking red 



Yeah, all black when i’m rolling down the road
You can’t hide inside your house, I hear the ringing of your phone
Yeah, yeah, hush your lip gettting sewn
For tonight I am God all your sins get atoned
You ain’t safe inside that room ho
You ain’t safe inside that room ho
Yeah, put your face under that tombstone 
You safe ain't up in that room ho



Yeah
what 
yeah yeah yeah
what 
ahhhhhh
yeah yeah

NO HIDING (PROD. AKVRI + TAKIZAVA)

I SAW THE DEVIL AGAIN
HES GOT MY BLOOD ON THE PEN
BODY PARTS IN THE SHED
I GRAB THE AXE AND MACHETE
SPREAD YOUR BRAINS LIKE CONFETTI
WHEN THE WAR COMES IM READY
SHE SUCK DICK LIKE SPAGHETTI
DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU TELL ME
THE BEAST THAT CAME OUT THE BELLY
DONT WANT THE SHIT THAT YOU SELL ME
I KNEW YOU NEVER FELT ME
BLOWTORCH YOUR SKIN IS MELTING
I THINK THAT IM IN HELL AGAIN
IN HER MOUTH LIKE A PELICAN 
MOVING WEIGHT LIKE AN ELEPHANT 
I JUST FOUND A NEW ELEMENT

PUT THE GAT UP
PUT YOU ONNA PLATTER
UNDER PRESSURE AND IT DOESNT EVEN FUCKIN MATTER
BRAIN UP ON THE WALL I WATCH YOUR FUCKIN HEAD GET SPLATTERED
I AINT WORRIED BIUT YOU PUSSYS YOU JUST FUCKIN ACTORS

WALKING AROUND WITH A HAMMER ON ME
X8

BLACK MASK
BLACK JACKET
BLACK BOOTS 
BLOODY HATCHET
X2

I SAW THE DEVIL AGAIN
HES GOT MY BLOOD ON THE PEN
BODY PARTS IN THE SHED
I GRAB THE AXE AND MACHETE
SPREAD YOUR BRAINS LIKE CONFETTI
WHEN THE WAR COMES IM READY
SHE SUCK DICK LIKE SPAGHETTI
DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU TELL ME
THE BEAST THAT CAME OUT THE BELLY
DONT WANT THE SHIT THAT YOU SELL ME
I KNEW YOU NEVER FELT ME
BLOWTORCH YOUR SKIN IS MELTING
I THINK THAT IM IN HELL AGAIN
IN HER MOUTH LIKE A PELICAN 
MOVING WEIGHT LIKE AN ELEPHANT 
I JUST FIND YOU IRRELEVANT

BRAIN UP ON THE WALL I WATCH YOUR FUCKIN HEAD GET SPLATTERED
X4
Ahhhhhhhh

(Outro)

produced by crvllly

back in hell

BACK IN HELL (PROD. CRVLLLY)

Free Download: http://bit.ly/2zJ5ZPJ

In 2016 everything changed when I fuckin Dropped Dead.
In 2017 25 city tour back to back, ain't stoppin
2018 to infinity, droppin like a bomb, I'm atomic.
Bitch it's OmenXIII I'ma keep it 01000111 bitch.

I don't really  fuck with nobody, now they all mad they can't stop me, give a fuck if you got me.
Bitch I still know they all watchin, bitch we all know they still watchin'. we can see it in the comments.
I don't really fuck with you shawty, now I know she mad she can't cop me, give a fuck, bitch I got it.
Everybody know that I got it, everybody know that I'm solid, you can see it in my wallet.

Runnin through bands on the daily, Runnin through racks bi-weekly, We be 
Gunnin through plans like we crazy, why the fuck is yo mans tryna see me, They be
Plottin on me and that's shady, last year same the dude hate me, but see
Got it on me, bands lately, everybody wanna be famous, not me.

OmenXIII, black shirt, black jeans, black nails, everything all black on me.
Floatin out the room like a mothafuckin ghost with my new jean chains and my XL Tee.
Everybody know me when they see me now adays, I'm amazed I just say, now that's how   life be.
Fuck the ones that hated, we ain't never gonna stop, we keep headed to the top, and that's on me.

Fuck the ones that say you can't make it, Everybody know they just hatin', 
Fuck these internet fake killas, Everybody know which ones fakin.
Fuck  a 9 to 5 bitch I did it, Everybody know I ain't kiddin.
Fuck all the rules I'm a MISFIT,  Everybody know I ain't listening, real shit.

Fuck the ones that say you can't make it, Everybody know they just hatin', 
Fuck these internet fake killas, Everybody know which ones fakin.
Fuck  a 9 to 5 bitch I did it, Everybody know I ain't kiddin.
Fuck all the rules I'm a MISFIT,  Everybody know I ain't listening, real shit

CORRUPTED

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LED (Prod. Grigoryan)

LYRICS:
i took that feller round back to the water hole
i turn that critter to dust and it’s audible
i turn your 10 gallon hat to some particles
can’t even read what they wrote in my articles
I’m so illiterate
i can’t even read a little bit
i keep a banjo my hip and i diddle it

middle kid, i got some siblings
rat eat the scrap on the floor and the nibblings
i keep a bat i keep score in my back yard
my daddy fat and he poor it aint that hard

my dad republican
but he live on unemployment
farming don’t bring no enjoyment
kid’s in my town is afflicted with opiates
heroin needles addiction is copious 
never appropriate 
uncle yelling bout the soviets
taking over his associates

i’m a, country boy in my heart
i’m a, country boy in these parts
i’m a, country boy on my land
i’m a, country boy i don’t bend

uh, want some freedom i’ll deliver
uh, out in russia you might shiver
see the, moon shine inside my liver
george, shot lenny by the river

dipping tobacco inside of my lip again
ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in
spit it inside of a jar get my nicotin (nicotine)
get the fuck outta my town man I’m sick of them
methamphetamin abusers
we the better men they losers
the beggers cannot be the choosers
i be posted with my crackers
some of us blacker but that aint a factor
we packing that heat and it’s hotter than barbecue 
i’m with my doggs, that’s scooby doo marmaduke
put up a wall and i barb it too 
that way it harming you
hopping it that’s what that karma do 
i conceal carry my .38 special
especially for any devilish vessels
my rifle don’t trifle on who in it’s sights
if he evil my deagle be taking his life
and that eagle i keep on my jeep and my chevy
it fill up my heart till a part of me heavy
the levies they creaking 
the plains and the peaks
and the valleys from georgia
to cali I’m seeking

for destiny manifest
definitely can attest 
i despise everyone 
anyone’s ran against
one reason or another
whether northerner or southern
i prefer less 

stubbornness
inside the governance
i want my vote to feel less like a another miss
and like they thinking bout us normal citizens
i wonder if there’s any time to fit us in

too busy banning self defense
everybody’s tense
none of these liberals making any sense
now there’s some nazi’s that took up residence 
voted for donald and I’m still scared of pence

what the fuck is the whole country coming to?
rappers and muslims is dying and gunning too 
police get shot and they doing the killing
put end to this shit god willing

all of the innocent blood we spilling 
everyone gun on yo arm no kneeling now
here pop a pill if it’s tearing you down
welcome to new america town!

STEPPING ON MY LAAAAAND
THEN YOU GONNA CATCH THE WEAPON
(YEE HAW)
WHAT YOU CATCHING, LEAAAD FROM A SMIFF AND WESSON
(ALRIIIGHT)
IM IN THE FIELD AT 4 OCLOCK SO WHY YOU PRESSING

“CITY FOLK, CITY FOLK
WE DONT LIKE YOU CITY FOLK”

PULL UP TO MY FARM
AND IMMA HARM YOU
LET THE 50 POKE

REEEED NECK MAAAN 
TOUCH MY DAUGHTER IMMA SLAUGHTER YOU

CAUGHT HER BY THE WATER WITH A COMMIE 
SO I SHOT HER TOO

WATERLOO
SOUTH CAROLINA AND NEVADA TOO

PROUD TO BE AMERICAN IT
ISN’T GETTING HOTTER DUDE

IT ISN’T GETTING HOTTER
IM A MARTYR IM A PATRIOT

PULL UP IN A FORD, WITH THE RIFLE,
MAN HE ATE THE SHIT

PULL UP ON THE TRACTOR, WITH MY PASTOR
YOU AN ATHEIST

WE DONT NEED GUNS!
ON THE WEB? YOU THE LAZIEST

CRAZIEST!
TO THINK YOU CAN STOP
POPPING THESE ENEMIES
AND I AINT STOPPING THE DROPPING
TILL I GET TEN AT LEAST 

I TOW MAGNUMS DRINK
JACK DANIELS NOT HENNESSEY
DRAGON’S BREATH IN MY WEAPON
GET THEM FROM TENNESSEE
I COULD BURY YOU OPEN CARRY THE REMEDY
WHIPPING OUT MY PROPERTY STOP LIKE KENNEDY

HOME OF WATCHING FOX NEWS LIKE IT’S THE FUCKING PLAYOFFS
ALL THESE POLITICIANS SMOKING CRACK ROCK AND GETTING PAYOFFS

TAX PAYING
TRACK LAYING
HOPPING OUT THE BACK SPRAYING
IM VOTING
NINE TOTING
WON THE WAR AND IM GLOATING

BEER DRINKING
CLEAR THINKING
MERICAN MAN
AT THE BEACH 
A SEAGULL IS 
WEARING A CAN 

(YIPPIE KAYAY MOTHER FUCKER)

JACK DANIELS (PROD. WENDIGO)

the original playlist on yt
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_m7wzAZW5B43i2OXnxz3NaRUDpiulylNMc
spider gang
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0uy4HBuZxEIFyi8bwH_xWA

DON'T TREAD ON ME

lyrics:
ooh, that's groovy, man
my mind flies, wide eyes, i cry
for the people that, for the people that, for the people that, for the people that died
why expect a thing? why try?
really? nothing? this fucking guy, call the label!
why accept a thing, why do we buy, into it?
where am i? where am i? where am i?
in the wrong time (wrong time)
oh well
one, two, three, four
ain't nobody dance no more
see the paint up on my pants i tore, now eye melt off
and i bet i'll see you lurking in the corner, you whore
i'm in yo' brain and i'm in yo' head and i'ma loiter, we poor
i can't afford to be bored
and when i'm riding with the gang, we on the border, be warned
and when i'm yelling i be feeling what i'm born to be for
and i be smelling all the elements, there's gonna be war
and i'll be ready, i'll be ready, i'll be
standing up the wall that they build now
knock you down, divide the whole field, cow
i can't fall, i never go to sleep
for niggas sucking on my dick, you better get up out here
fight club, nigga, don't talk about it, walk up out it
fucking with the spider, nigga, pick a daisy, kick a bucket (ahh)
save my life, the blood in my eye white
don't talk right, you might cause a knife fight
mama told a nigga better go hard, go hard
think a darkie doing good so far, so far, uh
i'ma kill this shit like forever, that's longevity
you can eat yo' fill of whatever, i got everything, uh
make my image into something you'll remember
when i'm smoking with my niggas, we burning the same ember
when i kill it, i be killing december right through november
niggas pushing buttons, they touching a nigga temper, right
i got my fair share of problems
i got my fair share of problems, any nigga wanna solve 'em?
you see a lick then you rob him
i see a lick then i stop on the block and i pause him
sir, i been at home eating ramen
are you aware that i do not agree how the law been?
mama keep sobbing, crying
give me a dollar and i can
buy things for her, i can try being sober
getting high is a lower form of life
going slower than a slug or a bug in arachnid webs
i'ma stack these heads in the back, pretend
they're not there or that i got hair (do you got that stuff?)
do you got that stuff?
do you got what it takes now?
we can find out quick
we can find out quickly
oh yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
ain't nobody dance no more
see the paint up on my pants i tore, now eye melt off
and i bet i'll see you lurking in the corner, you whore
i'm in yo' brain and i'm in yo' head and i'ma loiter, we poor
i can't afford to be bored
and when i'm riding with the gang, we on the border, be warned
and when i'm yelling i be feeling what i'm born to be for
and i be smelling all the elements, there's gonna be war
and i'll be ready, i'll be ready, i'll be
standing up the wall that they build now
knock you down, divide the whole field, cow
i can't fall, i never go to sleep
for niggas sucking on my dick, you better get up out here
i am not a human
i am an idea that you cannot kill
i am in the field, got soil to till
and i'ma run it with my niggas 'til we buyin' the ville
and i'ma run it with my niggas 'til we buyin' the town
and we gon' talk that shit, i'ma double it down
i should have fought that bitch when i had the chance
i should have caught that tiger by the bottom his pants
and i'll be standing up the wall that they build now
knock you down, divide the whole field, cow
i can't fall
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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