rat race; prod. hxlx x dara

feat: @gorejit
mix by: @gorejit
art by: https://www.instagram.com/imbeinggangstalked/

lyrics:

fully loaded mac 11 busting in your front door
you dont quit the talking hide you underneath your floor boards
now its nice and quiet thats for damn sure
me and gorejit filmed it all and upload it to best gore

who the fuck you thinking your talking to
im strapped up with a knife like im scream im in your house
once i see him hide him in the shed
(fucked up)
tied up all his family in the attic for good
kick back and relax and watch what ive become
full fledged murderer sprinting down the halls
no ones left to save your ass i smell the blood
i just bought an lmg and opened fire in the mall

yeah
me and gorejit fled the scene
hide out log cabin rocking back off chlorine
woke up from my dirt nap starting huffing oxyclean
real life fucking zombies just walked up to me

i look down at my hand and fist fuck their eyes
mangled all their bodies then I crawl back in the grave
boot up my control box launching fucking nukes
ive lost all my sanity ripping out my hair

SPOTIFY

FLOOR BOARDS w/ GOREJIT [SENTFROMIRAQ]

feat:
hxlx: https://soundcloud.com/hxlx
https://www.instagram.com/fuckhxlx/

karatel: https://soundcloud.com/kkaratel
https://www.instagram.com/karateel/

art:
spiiral: https://instagram.com/spiiral_?utm_medium=copy_link


DECAPITATION [FEAT. HXLX, KARATEL](PROD. HXLX)

brains 2.0

BRAINS 2.0 (PROD. ECKSEM)

mix by: @hxlx
prod by: @hxlx + @SENTFROMIRAQX
art by: @3rdhollow

lyrics:

(intro)
always be talking shit swinging em first
i got the drop imma get right to work
no turnin back you gon end up in dirt
up in the field yea im creepin i lurk
watch what you say you might leave in a herse
and they stay on my dick till that shit starts to hurt
haunt with the gat imma always up first and i busted his ass now his blood on my shirt


always be talking shit swinging em first
i got the drop imma get right to work
no turnin back you gon end up in dirt
up in the field yea im creepin i lurk
watch what you say you might leave in a herse
and they stay on my dick till that shit starts to hurt
haunt with the gat imma always up first and i busted his ass now his blood on my shirt

always keep a tooly hidden in my fucking dressa
always keep my glick on me i cant wait to un dress her 
wait that’s disrespectful let me properly address her
dont get smart with me ill bust back with my oil can suppressor 

keep a tooly in my fucking dressa
yea i keep a tooly in my fucking dressa
yea i keep a tooly in my fucking dressa
yea i keep tooly in my fucking dressa

on my ass again 
i failed
(i failed)
dont you start again
shuck down
(shuck down)
on my feet are brains
get fucked
(get fucked)
you dont want a war 
pipe down
(pipe down)
strapped up for my life i dont care about your life
(n-no)
stainless steel nine i dont have to think twice
(yea)
ump and uav fuck it rushin in
soviet union training cut off all his skin
bitch boy dont you fuck with me ill cut off all your kin
(yea)
lately loosin patience my whole mind is wearin thin
(thin)
you gon need some surgery i mangled up his chin
(his chin)
he wont make recovery i fucking tore his limbs

always keep a tooly hidden in my fucking dressa
always keep my glick on me i cant wait to un dress her 
always keep a tooly hidden in my fucking dressa
always keep my glick on me i cant wait to un dress her

TOOLY IN MY DRESSA [HXLX + SENTFROMIRAQ]

Talkin shit about me I pussy know where you stay at
Put the barrel in his mouth he wonder where his face at
See my eyes you know it’s me under that fuckin face mask
Wanna leave this planet we turned it into wasteland

problems w pills I’m sick
I always feel like shit
Nana clip peelin him
Tool I’m concealing it
Stop tryna fuck with me
Done with your fuckery 
I have no love for me
Tryin to hunt for peace

I get a big bag
We get the chips we send in a shit and you hear in a Big Bang
Time in the clock
Times on the clock
Like it’s mutha fuckin Big Ben
Bitch we be runnin it up gettin money we gettin the big bands

Why the fuck am I filed with this hatred
Pop a pill, pop another one I need a k pin
Demons in my body I’ve been feeling overtaken
I’m faceless
I
Take him 
Erase him
Bitch it’s fuckin painless

Bitch
I gotta mutha fuckin big bag
Smokin out the bong
I don’t wanna roll no zigzag
Take a gram of molly
Feel my heart beat in my rib cage
I’m so fucked up
Live or die don’t give a shit aye

I get a big bag
We get the chips we send in a shit and you hear in a Big Bang
Time in the clock
Times on the clock
Like it’s mutha fuckin Big Ben
Bitch we be runnin it up gettin money we gettin the big bands

Beat and art by me

cataclysm

CATACLYSM (PROD. BRONK)

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

prod @ihytrevor + @takizava

art @afxtik

https://open.spotify.com/track/68WSHSEjzVuDdE3wDxAZL0?si=9b690045806448de

Lyrics:

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

Shoot him dead, I don’t want nobody leaving
We gon’ gut him now, I think Trevor need his kidney
We gon’ string him out and then hang him from the ceiling
He be bleeding out, I like watching as he’s leaking
I took out too many, pass the stick on to my dog
How you dropping out of school but still can’t stand to drop a song?
How you begging us for food but still can’t go and get a job?
How you lose two competitions and act like you still the boss?
Hope I catch you at a show, I could beat you into a sauce
You the size of every hoe, pick your chin up like when you talk
BB Simon on my waist, can’t remember like what’s the cost?
All my homies swinging sticks when we pull up, look like we golf

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

M4 on my left with an AK on the right
If he breathing hit his chest, rounds gon’ penetrate the spine
I’m in the field you still a ref, hit you even with the stripes
Really don’t got nothing left, I’ll be okay like if I die
Gotta new check imma blow it
I love my racks but i’m still gon’ throw it
She call me Dad, know that I’m chosen
Grip on his neck, I’m leaving him choking
Mac and straps on me, straps gon’ blow him like a sneeze
We gon’ tag and bag his team, then we put him underneath

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

CATACLYSM (PROD. BRONK)

BRONKX3