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MENACE(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

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®)

bitches on my dick

THANK YOU @lildvrkie @bruhmanegod @bxwsers_demise

ENJOY

30,000 CIGARETTES

[2019]
art: @lildvrkie

everybody get the fuck out
i am bouta blow a bitch down
ima sit unload a sick round
everybody get the fuck down
fuck all of that cess in my space
i cant love a soul, i erase
every single peer on fake shit
ima beat your face in till i hate it

hatred (fuk your life)
hatred (fuk your soul)
hatred (hope your thoughts)
hatred (kill your soul)

fuck your life
fuck your soul
hope your thoughts
kill your soul

hatred! (prod. me)

YOU THiNK YOU KNOW ME by DOOMSLAYER
produced by NEXX (@user-358614566)(IG: @prod.nexx)
engineered, mixed, & mastered by Ledger (@ledgerbeats)(IG: @ledgerbeats)
artwork curated & edited by DOOMSLAYER, original credit to the game DOOM & it's developers.


lyrics:
(hook)
demons on my back cause electrostatic,
heat seeking missiles blow you off of the map (okay!)
boy get yo ass back, you ain't bout that action,
street sweeping deagle blow yo head off, no cap. (okay!)
bad little bitch said she wanna blow me, 
beggin on her knees, she say "please daddy, fuck me slowly".
stupid lil jit, swear that you the homie,
feel like i'm edge in this shit, you think you know me.

(verse)
get the fuck out my way i’m the king of the pit, bitch.
you don’t know about me, i’m a general misfit.
don’t give a fuck, i do not give a shit, bitch.
that ak go spray, make his corpse do a heelflip.

fuck boy never shoulda fucked wit a war dog.
fuck, he shoulda came strapped for the war, huh?
say goodnight, put his hands to the bedrock,
feel like seth rollins, pull up hit that curbstomp.

ain’t eat nothing for a week, you a beanstalk.
caught up in ya head, boy stuck with the shellshock.
leave his ass dead on the muhfuckin sidewalk.
stay strapped up like a dyke wit a big cock.

(hook)
demons on my back cause electrostatic,
heat seeking missiles blow you off of the map (okay!)
boy get yo ass back, you ain't bout that action,
street sweeping deagle blow yo head off, no cap. (okay!)
bad little bitch said she wanna blow me, 
beggin on her knees, she say "please daddy, fuck me slowly".
stupid lil jit, swear that you the homie,
feel like i'm edge in this shit, you think you know me.

AUSTiN 3:16
you sit there and you thump your bible, and you say your prayers, and it didn’t get you anywhere. talk about your psalms, talk about john 3:16, austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass !!

YOU THiNK YOU KNOW ME

YOU THiNK YOU KNOW ME {prod. NEXX}

prod. muppy

red on the rags switchin hands like a swap meet
swift on the tracks with attacks call it godspeed
splint on the wrist breaking fists on the concrete 
lift and its all me
black widow wan
spin in remiss for the fix you a type beat
stick with the writ i wont miss if they like me
sit in ya stitch keep it lit do the right thing
why you need to spite me

talk bland with glass in hand
whats left of everything
yall tracks a passin trend
fuck bands i sell these plans
drunk as fuck in the bathroom
i can take throw away bring it back too
ima have to smack you
eatin meat and stealin lobster feed em rat food
no cap dude

i be wan expose em to the truth and they wont have it
every single blueprint stuffed under the mattress
tryna get off butane smokin with some matches
smokin it aint lastin i aint finna pass it
i just copped the legal weed
no one is illegal g
migration is a natural right and you gon see defeat
and i'm only human
but i aint stupid
i aint clueless, i make energy and loop it

GODSPEED (PROD. MUPPY)

LYRICS //

You don’t really want to know what I’m thinking  about, in my cranium [I feel crazy]
Middle finger fucking my medicine for a little adhd [i feel lazy]
Grabbing a Molotov Ima throw it to the bridge all my old friends fucking [hate me]
Growing up, seeing my mommy and daddy fighting didn’t think about how it could really [break me]

Taking my money I’m dividiiing all my dividends 
Humorous funny it really is when ya getting in
Then ya be having some niggas try to get a bit of it 

That’s when I cut em off

Clearely I’m taking off
I eat the beat like stroganoff
I’m On my way to be a boss
I snort the coke I fucking cough
With the game I’m playing golf, Miniature
Sorry but that’s how big ya shorty said you were 
Call my hitta then get rid of the cellular
83 let’s hit a lick (bet it up)
It don’t take a bit of sweat, to set you up
If) ending careers was to be a motherfucking sport... then big 83 got the golden cup 
Liquor act sprite pour up
Xans percs glocks load up

I need it all can’t settle for less
Gotta get my shit together I know I’m a mess
nothing to lose if I am dead
If I did would it matter in the end 

Uh

Fuck you thought this was
PCP or bus
Bitch I’m selling guns
I got lots of funds
Chopper put a hole in his lung 
They ain’t really down with the funk
And I’m talking that bitch got her fiending for her
I got a felony Im on it hot like I don’t even care 
You cannot compare this is not even fair
He look like a clown I take him to the fair 
The pussy i pound it that shit getting torn
And ima need over a thousand a verse
He talked down the gang now his ass in a hearse
He ain’t used to the streets 
That boy watching his words
And you fts be snitching so i stay in sell birds
We pulling the plug lemme grab him a nurse
Play with them demons yo ass gon get cursed

83

DE-BRAINED FT. @83HADES (PROD. NDRVVZ)

STAY SAFE

LYRICS:

ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
I SEE A COP MOTHERFUCKER AND HE DEAD
TWO IN HIS LEGS UH
TWO IN HIS LEGS UH
I SEE A COP MOTHERFUCKER AND HE DEAD
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
I BET THAT PUSSY UNDERCOVER, STILL DEAD
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
I SEE A COP MOTHERFUCKER AND HE DEAD

I BEAT HIM SIDEWAYS
RIGHT OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING FREEWAY
IT’S A FIRE AT YA PRECINCT EVERY DAY

EAT A FUCKING HOLLOW TIP PIG
HOW YA LIKE AMERICA? 
WE KILL EACH OTHER’S KIDS

LOOK AT ME I CAN BREATHE THAT’S AMAZING
I WONDER WHY I WOULDN’T DIE IF YA STOP ME
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LOOK FUNNY WHEN YA BURN
AND IT’S 30 FUCKING KIDS PUTTIN HOLES IN YA COP CAR

ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
I SEE A COP MOTHERFUCKER AND HE DEAD
TWO IN HIS LEGS UH
TWO IN HIS LEGS UH
I SEE A COP MOTHERFUCKER AND HE DEAD
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
I BET THAT PUSSY UNDERCOVER, STILL DEAD
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
ONE IN HIS HEAD UH
I SEE A COP MOTHERFUCKER AND HE DEAD

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EAT A FUCKING HOLLOW TIP PIG

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hatred! (prod. me)

BRUHMANEGOD

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