Art and Beat by @AKVRI

LYRICS:
Imma pull up to ur place n leave u weeping 
Showing no emotion I’m jus motherfucking fiending 
I told u once before that imma leave u fucking screaming 
Fucking end ur friend real quick there’s blood drip from his ceiling 
Uh 

Drag ur body straight to ur grave yuh 
U think that this a game so u are gone get erased yuh 
Uh 
Just do me a favour 
Listen here n jus do one thing that is 
Don’t hang up 

Chatting thru vc 
Ur death gon be live-streamed on the fucking tv 
U wish u could be me 
Ur shits fucking glitched like u been using 3G 

Bitch it’s my season 
I been on the hunt I kill u for no reason n I jus don’t give a fuck I feel like I’m a demon 
I stay locked away in my cage got no freedom 

I been steady on the hunt 
Don’t stab in the back I jus stab in the front 
Talking to me ha 
Yes I am a cunt 
I am a prick 
I jus do what I want 
I have no emotions 
Don’t know how to love 
Huh 
Don’t know how to trust 
Fuck out my sight 
I leave u in the dust 
This is a must 
Feed u to the cannibals they eat u for lunch 

I been on it 
Toxic 
Mock it 
Drop it 
Cop a fucking uzi 
And I pop it 
Cock it 
Take the stock I got it 
Rockets blades I swing n rob shit 
On ur body, cleaver, chop it 
Fuck that shit I cannot stop it 
Fuck that shit I cannot stop it 

I been on it 
Toxic 
Mock it 
Drop it 
Cop a fucking uzi 
And I pop it 
Cock it 
Take the stock I got it 
Rockets blades I swing n rob shit 
On ur body, cleaver, chop it 
Fuck that shit I cannot stop it 
Fuck that shit I can not stop

SPOTIFY

UNFRIENDED PROD AKVRI

LYRICS:

AYE IM UP IN THE SPOT N BITCH YOU LOOKIN LIKE A DUMB HOE
I GOT MY FUCKIN ARMOR ON, THAT MOTHA FUCKA LAY LOW
NOT ABOUT THE TALKIN I STAY WRITIN FUCKIN DEATH NOTES
I DONT GOT MY BLADE BUT BITCH I GOT MY FUCKIN GUNG-HO

STAY IN YA MOTHA FUCKIN SPOT!
BITCH I GOT MY FUCKING PISTOL OUT AND IMA MAKE IT COCK
ALL THESE FAGGOTS WANNA TALK BUT IMA MAKE EM FUCKIN DROP
WALK AROUND MY FUCKIN CITY THAT GONNA GET YOU FUCKIN SHOT

TAKE HIS FUCKIN BITCH
DO I GIVE A SINGLE FUCK?
TALKIN SHIT UP ON THE GRAM
THEN IMA FUCKIN RIP YOU UP
ACTIN LIKE HE KENNY BEATS
BECAUSE MOTHA FUCKA IS A COP
GRAB MY BLADE AND IM NOT FUCKIN ROUND WITH ANY FUCKIN OPP

I AINT FOCUSED ON A BITCH
YEAH IM FOCUSED ON A BAG
MOTHA FUCK TALKIN' SHIT
I LOAD A FUCKIN MAG
I WENT TO FUCKIN SCHOOL
BUT BITCH I NEVER WENT TO CLASS
IF YOU PASS A BLUNT
THEN YOU MIGHT NEVER GET IT BACK

STOMP ON YOUR FUCKIN FACE
TIL IT CAVE IN
ALWAYS WANNA FUCKIN TALK
UNTIL I FUCKIN CAME IN
CHOP HIS FUCKIN BODY UP AND
LEAVE HIM IN A WASTEBIN
SPILL HIS FUCKIN BLOOD
AND MAKE THE MOTHA FUCKA TASE IT

AYE TRY TO MAKE A MOTHA FUCKIN PLAY
TALK FUCKIN SHIT AND HE GONNA END UP AS A STAIN
I DONT WANNA FUCKIN SEE YOU BETTER STAY UP OUT MY WAY
CUZ I AM THE FUCKIN REAPER AND IM DIGGIN OUT YA GRAVE

YEAH YEAH

STAY IN YA MOTHA FUCKIN SPOT!
BITCH I GOT MY FUCKING PISTOL OUT AND IMA MAKE IT COCK
ALL THESE FAGGOTS WANNA TALK BUT IMA MAKE EM FUCKIN DROP
WALK AROUND MY FUCKIN CITY THAT GONNA GET YOU FUCKIN SHOT

TAKE HIS FUCKIN BITCH
DO I GIVE A SINGLE FUCK?
TALKIN SHIT UP ON THE GRAM
THEN IMA FUCKIN RIP YOU UP
ACTIN LIKE HE KENNY BEATS
BECAUSE MOTHA FUCKA IS A COP
GRAB MY BLADE AND IM NOT FUCKIN ROUND WITH ANY FUCKIN OPP

art by youngnauseous:
www.instagram.com/youngnauseous/?hl=en
prod.mud:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCvJNtC_NfDPYglbCV4n-HFg

ARMOR! (PROD. MUD)

cut ya down
lil bitch i count ya out

ERUGH

bacon out da freezer cook it up we smokin loud yuh

i cannot tell which route

b-bitch im losing sight

bitch u gonna die

cut u into 3.5

my teritory

u hear these bodies snoring 

dont help em out theyll hunt u down ghosts on my second story

girl what u doin

ur going to go missin

the void will try to walk whatever u do do not listen

ill spill yo guts out on the street, like it mean nothing to me

are u retarted, disregarded, cuz u look like it G

gimmie ya wallet i wont stop it till my pockets is weak

or just remove the middle man and get all my shit for free

i cant stop this girl thats nonsense you are acting way too violent
oh, full tank bitch, ur on empty, why cant u see im not happy

i cant stop this girl thats nonsense you are acting way too violent
oh, full tank bitch, ur on empty, why cant u see im not happy

find a way to give a fuck again
aint nobody wanna be my friend
bb im with u till my wits end
i know the truth but can we pretend

find a way to give a fuck again
aint nobody wanna be my friend
bb im with u till my wits end
i know the truth but can we pretend

SPOTiFY

Gaslit

Think he high on percs
But he really poppin fentanyl 

Better get to work
Don’t end up inside a tent n fall

Bitch I go berserk 
I’ve been scream at the fuckin walls

Learn to put in work
Before you run you need to learn to crawl

Pull up with the fuckin sawed off
Pussy boi I Wanna take your top off
Hit you on head the soft spot leave you fuckin bleedin when I walk off
She get lock jaw
When she top off
Bouta nod off
Smoke the pussy boi just like some za za 
She want crack and I ain’t talkin pop rocks
Leave you Runnin to yo fuckin mama
Leave you runnin to your fuckin…

Pullin up to his mamas house
I’m like what the fuck you even on about

Dick inside her mouth like sour crout
Fuck him up,  he ain’t even Talkin now

Keep an eye out when you walk around
Too many mutha fuckas tryna stop us now 

Play it cool whenever cops around
They be tryna lock me in that fuckin pound

Think he high on percs
But he really poppin fentanyl 

Better get to work
Don’t end up inside a tent n fall

Bitch I go berserk 
I’ve been scream at the fuckin walls

Learn to put in work
Before you run you need to learn to crawl

I’m so sick in the head
All I sees is infa red 
Smoke another cigarette 
I’ve been feelin fuckin stressed
Feel my heart beat in my chest
Why am I so unimpressed 
Tryna get out this depression 
But I feel so damn upset

Everyday I’m in a panic
I’m feelin manic
I’m feelin out of this planet

Honestly I cannot stand it
Losing my balance
Need to stop wasting the passion

Back in the day I was nothin
I got to work I’m becoming somethin

They either hate it or love it
I won’t act like I’m above shit

I don’t give a single fuck
(Give up)
X8

Think he high on percs
But he really poppin fentanyl 

Better get to work
Don’t end up inside a tent n fall

Bitch I go berserk 
I’ve been scream at the fuckin walls

Learn to put in work
Before you run you need to learn to crawl

Art and beat by me

RUN (PROD. BRONK)

brains 3

BRAINS 3.0 (PROD. BRONK)

Produced by Ecksem
Lyrics

Ready for mu fuckin war
Ready for mu fuckin war 
Ready for mu fuckin war
X4

What the fuck you gonna do?
What goes around comes around right back to you
Dumbass 
Pay attention to the clues 
He didn’t listen there’s blood on my boots
Pussy
I want your blood on my face
I want to tear up your body put it on display
Put me through torture and pain
You are the reason I’m like this today

I wanna rip off you nails till your skin mutilates
Bleedin all over the place
I have a Voice in my head it Tells me to obey
Stuck with em till I decay
I keep a knife on my waist
You want a problem put it to yo face
Dumb mutha fucka run like a rat race
You cannot hide from me you can’t escape

Grabbin in my shovel put you in the dirt
give you a curse
living with mine till the hearse 
You have to learn to observe
Nothings the way that it seems to be you need to learn
Play with the fire get burned
Pussy boi got what he fuckin deserved
Keep an eye out and make sure your alert
This is a war you fuck up you get hurt
Fuck up one time,
Get yo ass merked

Shadow figures on the walls
I need to sleep I’ve been having withdrawals 
Nothing to lose Leave you nothing at all
If they ask questions I wasn’t involved 

Watching the mu fucka crawl
Hit him with the fuckin club, golf
Fill up yo cuts with some mu fuckin salt
Im done with you all
bros by my side I keep the circle small

Ready for mu fuckin war
Ready for mu fuckin war
Ready for mu fuckin war
X4

Art by me 
Enhanced shadows with ai for da swag touch

ready for war

READY FOR WAR (PROD. ECKSEM)

jacked out no i dont gotta plan blacked out no i dont gotta care strapped down but i dont gotta chair
https://www.instagram.com/skuzgod/
https://www.instagram.com/brxnkx3/

HAVE A CHANCE! w/BROCKSTAR (p. ECKSEM)

Art by @glows1de

stomping on his fuckin head
Stomping on his fuckin neck
Stomping on his fuckin head
I just wanna see him dead
X2

Bitch I keep that tool on deck
lurkin in the shadows now im comin at yo fuckin neck 
Make you hit the fuckin deck
Learn to show some damn respect
Screaming no one hears me cause I’m screaming in my fuckin head
Like a pussy leave you wet

I’ve been so fucked up im walk-in like a fuckin zombie
I don’t feel the same there’s demons in my fuckin body
Kick his head in road house the way I do karate
Make him shake and shit himself just like he drank some coffee

Watch you fuckin fall down
Have no one to call now
I’ve been feelin fucked up
I can’t even calm down
Mixing different compounds
Screaming at the walls now
Imma leave you fucked up
Boy you gon get crossed out

stomping on his fuckin head
Stomping on his fuckin neck
Stomping on his fuckin head
I just wanna see him dead
X2

stomp

STOMP (PROD. BRONK)

Imma put your body in the mutha fuckin dump
You be waiting for it but it’s never gonna come
I can feel the chemicals inside my fuckin blood
Hit him in the head and then I told him to get up
Hit him with metal hammer never gonna rust
I can hear them talking but I do not give a fuck
Cut him open then I’m gonna take his fuckin guts
Shawty actin jelly cause cause she wanna eat my nuts

Leave him for the birds I hit him with the desert eagle
I stay to myself because I don’t fuck with none these people
They don’t understand me so they try to call me evil
Put it in your veins I’m like a doctor with the needle
I high a fuck I’m feelin like a fuckin beetle
Getting to the bands and I ain’t Talkin bout the Beatles 
He be tlakin too much then I sent him down below
I’ve been stuck inside the loop I’m tryna get the cheat codes

Talkin too much he just turned into a poltergeist
Yeah
I just feel asleep I made more money overnight
Aye
I’ve been mixing chemicals I feel like Walter white
Yeah
He be talking tough but he don’t really wanna fight
Bitch

Based upon the way you speak you need to get a life
Uh
Screaming at the walls you only hear what’s in the mic
Ahhh
Demons in my head I’m talking to myself at night
Yeah
I just wanna get your flesh in contact with that knife
Aye

Imma put your body in the mutha fuckin dump
You be waiting for it but it’s never gonna come
I can feel the chemicals inside my fuckin blood
Hit him in the head and then I told him to get up
Hit him with metal hammer never gonna rust
I can hear them talking but I do not give a fuck
Cut him open then I’m gonna take his fuckin guts
Shawty actin jelly cause cause she wanna eat my nuts

I’ve been mixing chemicals I feel like Walter white aye
X8

Leave him for the birds I hit him with the desert eagle
I stay to myself because I don’t fuck with none these people
They don’t understand me so they try to call me evil
Put it in your veins I’m like a doctor with the needle
I high a fuck I’m feelin like a fuckin beetle
Getting to the bands and I ain’t Talkin bout the Beatles 
He be tlakin too much then I sent him down below
I’ve been stuck inside the loop I’m tryna get the cheat codes

(Outro)

PRODUCED BY PHXTON
ART BY YOUNGNAUSEOUS

chemical burns

CHEMICAL BURNS (PROD. PHXTON)

FACE RIPPA! [prod. walkamongkings x zer0xthrash]

the collector of heads is coming for you...

cover by: @yipyip13
produced by: @prod.takizava

LYRICS:

[HOOK]
BODIES ON THE FLOOR, BLOOD UP ON THE DOOR
GOT A COUPLE ROUNDS IN THE CHOKE, IMMA TAKE HIS SOUL
GOT A COUPLE POUNDS IN THE COAT, I BEEN SELLIN DOPE
LIL BITCH I BE SLIDIN WITH THAT POLE LIKE IM DOUBLE 0
MR. HEAD COLLECTOR TELL ME WATCHU WANT
I GOT BODIES IN THE BACK BUT I GOT BUSINESS IN THE FRONT
WEAPONS FROM THE CARTEL BEEN BOUNCING IN MY TRUNK
SEND A FINGER TO YOUR MAMA LET HER KNOW THAT IM THAT ONE!

[VERSE]
I WON'T EVEN LET HIM LIVE TO SEE THE SUN
IMMA FUCKIN LIMB RIPPER BITCH I DO THIS SHIT FOR FUN
I BE SLIDIN WIT THE SCISSOR TAKE HIS MOTHA FUCKIN TOUNGE
PUT A DICK UP ON THAT CHOP BECAUSE I LOVE IT WHEN THEY RUN

"MR. HEAD COLLECTOR WHERE ARE YOU"
MR. MICHELIN I PUT HIS FUCKING HEAD UP ON A PLATE
FLIP A SWITCH AND RIP THE SKIN RIGHT OFF HIS MOTHA FUCKIN FACE
I GOT 1, I GOT 2 BODIES HANGING IN MY PLACE
MR. HEAD COLLECTOR I BEEN GOING HARD UP IN THAT PAINT

AND I MURDER MOTHA FUCKAS DO A DANCE ON HIS GRAVE
MY COLLECTION FULL OF CUTTAS LIKE MY NAME BOBBY FLAY
I JUST MADE THE FUCKIN NEW NOTHER HOMI ON THE WAY
BETTER PAY YOUR FUCKIN DUES IF HE LIVE ANOTHER...

[HOOK]

MR. HEAD COLLECTOR (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

@brxnkx3
“PURGATORY” OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS

READY FOR WAR (PROD. ECKSEM)

BRONKX3

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