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ILL DO WHATEVER I WANT WHEN I WANT(PROD.TRIPLESIXDELETE)[VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION]

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LYRICS:
came in this bitch with a weapon
no talking lil bitch better watch where you steppin
im thinkin bout murder you see my expression
“i hurt other people to help my depression”
i dont wanna be friends
im not gon act all pretend
laugh at your funeral
no making amends
you think its cool when you flex about driving a benz?
i hope you niggas know you gon die in the end

that shit is tragic
im mad as fuck but i guess thats what happens
yall gobble my dick down like you a fat bitch
you are a fan dont act like a faggot
show me some love
treat me like i am a person
i got me some plays now im feeling more worthless
and i never felt like i fucking deserve it
cuz i am unhappy so what is the purpose

uh
im sad at the function
mad i cant punch in 
another day faking a smile
just did my taxes dont got no deductions
if you slide then im taking you out

thats funny shit
but aint nothing funny
i dont wanna talk unless its about money
you think that you know me you look like a dummy
i jump out the grave like a dripped out mummy

that shit is crazy
father you niggas like i got some babies
shoutout the niggas that just wanna hate me
fuck all that caution no playing it safely
shooting my shot im like tracy mcgrady

fuck
im really tired
im tryna ball before i retire

look at my niggas im getting inspired
smoke all the weed to get a lil higher

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DRIPPED OUT MUMMY(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

ULTRA COMBO(PROD.ME)

prod. @elixrrrr + @neargxx

they dont think i'm cool enough

i just hopped outta bed with the same fit on
let the feel good in, turn the lame shit off
i can get real high, i can take this fall
it's the end of all

take a week, get right
it'll save your life
and your voice still fine
if the numbers die

they must think that you pissed off or sum
you ain't ever gon stop for none
i'm playin the game, i caught the slug
you get in the way, i gotta run

i got the gold x4

you ain't on shit, don't got the role
let em live, let em sit, do it all alone
there ain't a thing like me in they bones

i just hopped outta bed with the same fit on
let the feel good in, turn the lame shit off
i can get real high, i can take this fall
it's the end of all

don't got nothing else, i gotta get this shit together
i ain't paying any mind to the pressure, it's whatever
i could talk about myself but what about you
too much money to be made to be runnin round confused

i got the gold x4

they act like they ain't feelin nothing but they feelin sum fasho
they act like they ain't hearing nothing when they pop out to the show
they ain't gon never understand, they only come around to smoke
you get the fame, then the bag, you know all of it's a joke
grip the pill and the pole, watch how long you keep a soul
yea, you in control, bitch, bought and never sold
and this shit is getting old, bitch, toss it in the hole

they don't think i'm cool enough

#livinweird (prod. elixr + near)

SHOUTOUT ICP

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

Think before I speak, uh huh
No practice ‘fore I preach, uh huh
Ion stream, I’m bumping leaks, uh huh
I’m geeked up in my seat
I’m up all night, I’m up all week, uh huh
Your sleep is for the weak, uh huh
Blue light come out my screen, uh huh
I post before I eat, uh huh

Like bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit in me
Life too short for misery
Living on my twitter feed
I’m dmt and ketamine
Serotonin, dopamine
There really is no hope for me
But ain’t that how it’s supposed to be
The algorithm’s broken me
That’s all I got
These thoughts don’t do nothing but just stir inside the pot
Too many opinions, they just bring my brain rot
Eggs all in a basket, eventually become a
Bird brain

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

bird brain (prod. shaggy the airhead of ICP)

produced by @yebutnobutye & @bnyx

i'm in the crowd, ritual is unfounded
feelin so unsound, but it ain't gettin me down
they talk the loudest, but ain't sayin it proud
i'm blockin out all the sound and it ain't gettin me down
they gon like what they like what they like what they like
they gon hate what they can't understand
they gon fight, catch a left and a right
outta spite, tryna pin and decide what i am

for myself imma bleed
in the fall, blood on the leaves
bitch i'm fading away
when i'm gone, earth gon remain
you can kneel or pray
i got a lot to give and i got a lot to take away
till my essence decay
back to the void from whence i came

they gon lie like they hearin it
eye of the pyramid, die for the ignorant
cry over spirit, disguise in a lyric
it's time for the dearest demise of your fear of it
siphon my extremities, feed to the vulture
demon of culture, fiend of exposure
dream of a better place to leave your enclosure
eat till it's over

i'm in the crowd, ritual is unfounded
feelin so unsound, but it ain't gettin me down
they talk the loudest, but ain't sayin it proud
i'm blockin out all the sound and it ain't gettin me down
they gon like what they like what they like what they like
they gon hate what they can't understand
they gon fight, catch a left and a right
outta spite, tryna pin and decide what i am

for myself imma bleed
in the fall, blood on the leaves
bitch i'm fading away
when i'm gone, earth gon remain

gift of ignorance (prod. 26girls + BNYX®)

produced by @jamesgorczyca1

i hate my life
i love my life
i can't decide

ambivalent (prod. JAMES GORCZYCA)

Wicked ⁽ᵈᵉᵐᵒ⁾

CRACK!

CHICKEN DANCE 

I MAKE EM DO THE FUCKIN CHICKEN DANCE 
PUSSY BOY PUT UP YO HANDS 
MAKE EM DO THE CHICKEN DANCE 
MY BULLETS DANCE MISS 
YOU RAP YOU SOUND ATROACHES 
PULL UP ON HIM HE LIKE OH SHIT 
SPONGEBOB MAKE HIS PANTS SPLIT

I WANNA BEAT YOU 
FUCK YOU UP
DONT DOWN IMMA SUCCUBUS 
DROP DOWN AINT NO FUN WIT US
PUSSY BOY IT AINT NO FUN WIT US
AND YOU KNOW YOU CAN NOT HANG WIT US
BAD BITCH AND SHE SNORT ANGLE DUST
FOR CASH YEAH THE BITCH SHE GON SUCK
TWENTY DAMN TIMES TILL HE SHUT THE FUCK UP 
SHUT THE FUCK UP

I JUST POPPED A PIMPLE LIKE A HEAD 
RUN DOWN FUCKER I AINT GOT NO VEST
TWENTY TIMES FIVE SHOOT A FUCKER TILL HE DEAD 
WEAR HIS TEETH LIKE A NECKLACE SO HE DONT FORGET 
IMMA PISS ON HIS MATTRESS IM PISSIN OUT RED 
LAYING DICK TO HIS MOTHER SO HE GON REGRET LETTIN ME INSIDE 
ONE TIME BITCH SHOOT YES ITS DO OR DIE

I GOT SOME PHLEGM IN MY THROAT 
IMMA SPIT AT HIS GRANDMA
FUCKBOY TALKING LIKE THAT HE WANT WAR
BUT I KNOW DEEP INSIDE HE DONT WANT NONE
GOT THE GRIP ON THE PEICE THEN I POP SOME
TWENTY SHOTS HELLA DEEP NOW THEY ALL RUN
GOT A DRACO I AINT TALKING MOUFOY
MINIMAL WORDS UNTIL YOU GETTIN POPPED BOY
YOU BETTER RUN BEFORE YOU GETTING DROPPED BOY
FUCK

I JUST HIT THE CHICKEN DANCE 
RIGHT ON A PUSSYS GRAVE 
MAKE THAT FUCK BOY SHIT HIS PANTS
AND NOW YOU RUN AWAY 
I CANT EVEN COMPREHEND 
WHY YOU WOULD RUN AWAY
YEAH YAH YEAH
I JUST HIT THE CHICKEN DANCE 
RIGHT ON A PUSSYS GRAVE 
MAKE THAT FUCK BOY SHIT HIS PANTS
AND NOW YOU RUN AWAY 
I CANT EVEN COMPREHEND 
WHY YOU WOULD RUN AWAY
YEAH YAH YEAH

CHICKEN DANCE (PROD. DLTZK)

PLEASE MOVE[FEAT. TRIPLE777][PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE]

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ambivalent (prod. JAMES GORCZYCA)

BRUHMANEGOD