prod lucerne

threesome with jen and jennifer
this shit a genocide
switchin from the red to the white
huntin a better ride

i was in the county fair hmm
just for countin racks
dressed as count dracula
wit da garlic blood grass

shouts out to oblivion 
the blood of an argonian 
lil scales the lizard king   
dog and labrandaurian

doesnt take a microscope to see
that i been gifted
only strippers that im tryna fuck wit
started off as liquid

i just invvested in a voodoo doll
so if u got a prollem wit somebody u know who to call
hoes call me oogie balls
fore i finish thats on when i hit em wit the cudegras

me on q3dm17 thats my lil kinda murk
this that east mass shit 
its the right side of church
hoes hit em 
dog shittem
baby i want press ed work
i aint fuckin wit emotions 
no more that shit got me hurt

3 dolla dope bag 
fake ass chinese gas 
where yo phone at?
blown up like a beeper 
who wan go back ?
to when they had real heroin
in folded paper?
the mold is later
after time passes
mother nature 
always reclaims
all yo dime baggin
fuck a time fraction
im gon bomb past it
im the hash slinging slasher
this a blonde pageant

the wigs off im gettin ratchet
big soft i couldnt tax it
it was too raw

u needa feel this 
feelin myself new boob job

fuck the feds and the prison guards
chewed off

all the hands that fuckin fed em
look at chu dog

aint no bounty huntin in the commonwealth
if u got a issue put it on the problem shelf

all yo songs a psy op to get em fuckin locked up
sum bout some coke prices lean got his jaw fucked
actin super tough on the mic yeah it gon work
for like gucci, rest of yall need a growth spurt

me walkin down the street with my own curse
another swap meet EBT and cold turkey
i believe in god why u wont murk me
i might set the fuckin vibe i might go early

i was sippin ergot wit a witch thot
like a boyscout all i want is big knots
always way too high to be pissed off
goody green 90s baby im the big dawg

huh...errythang they did wrong 
if peter pecker pick the poorer man pocket
get off

sick of all the yadadadadadadada shit talk
errybody know somebody errybody get on 
coke and delears get rich ima peon
never turn cold on the bros aint no freeon

errybody talks and they talk ion be on
i just wan chill smoke a blunt get my free-on


party store or packey it aint moafuckin different
i be smokin hella bogeys got a coney i was kickin
i was 10 toes everywhere im usian gifted
ima blow this moafucka up and say sum different

scales aint nobody else could be him
crazy what these moafuckas pay for machine trim!!!

better open up the flood gates
one man change the whole world with some substrate

i be all them spores in that popcorn 
if u aint ever reach enigma u should pop more

i was hittin dreamer carts im on the top floor
sippin on mimosas i aint wearin tom ford

495 im the only one surviving

LIZARD TEETH 9 (PROD. LUCERNE)

ALLEY OOP - bumboi ft glizzy x sadfriendd (prod. bumboi)

LYRICS :
Pop-pop out with that galick gun 

Feed her some my kakarot 

Banana be my clip drum hitting like its donkey kong

Jumping over barrels im not one to save a hoe nah 

Get the hell up out my face i need another gold star 



All these other rappers cappin talkin bout some redrum 

Only thing get cut up is yo fatass need a niptuck 

nagging so much worse than a lil bitch up on her menstrual 

Acting like im pressed about a bird i never gave a fuck 



Fuck fuck fuck 

South side playaz we gon pull up to yo crib 

Knock knock playa may i mack up on yo trick 

I dont even gotta ask she already let me in 



Call me kjay when i lose i still feel like im gon win 

If im outta mind im outta sight aint got time for no friends 

Why they talk behind my back the voices tell me everything 

I know it sound a lil crazy i aint wrong yous a bitch 







I been 

Trying

Too much

To let it go 



Keep yo 

silence 

Before 

I let it blow


Got that bitch howlin gutter to the moonlight 247 throw the blade like a kunai
24k chrome armour sittin poolside
White bitch HOLLUP wait bitch
get the noose tied 
F -fuck -fuck your clique it’s ab6 or dsg
Now that I ain’t w yo bitch no more I left that for the streets
Yung gutt in the cut steady posted w the fleet
Bitch im hoppin on these beats and steady walking like I’m gleesh

Gleesh walk do it all for the set
I keep em all out of breathe I hit the mall with the tech
I tell er baby don’t you worry got it all in the bag
But anyway it doesn’t matter bitch we all living dead

Gs up
hoes down
For the neck
3s up
Ghost out
You a pawn for the rest
Who was that like I don’t know em
treat em like they cigarettes
I’m Out the flames I’m with a sword
I Put Diamond on my chest

DUNGEON QUEST 1998 - bumboi w gutterbousouz (prod. bumboi)

Produced by BUD and SKINNYDRAG

Mixed and mastered by BUD and Van Lawson

WHO AM I?

Let Me Breathe

EXIT LIFE

Blade On My Dresser

OH NO…not again

TERMINAL S!CKNESS (Prod. KalaaH)

Jus Dont Kno Prod Akrvi x Youforia

IMA SEE YOU SOON

IMA SEE YOU SOON FREESTYLE

If he walked how hes talking i dont he’d speak again
Couldnt care if you agreed with it
I dont need a approval, opinions, religion you follow a guide and you’re still a shit person
There is no God in my verses, maybe some ego atleast there’s a purpose
I could never be the motherfucker on the cover, i dont get along with others purely due to my discernment
Wearing a mask for immersion, go figure they hate every version
I dont wanna try to safe face anyway, mane who am I impressing everybody’s straight worthless
Let em fly high where the birds be
When these fuckers die it really hurts me
We were in the middle of a surgery
Spirits stuck wander in purgatory
Lethargic you harmless, not predatory
Regardless youre parked in infirmatory 
The way that I view you derogatory 
Shrine made of your organs in the dormitory 
Irrelevant i wanna sever shit im on a separate path, bullet his brain and I laugh, bully his bride and i dash, burning up hash, lowkey Im mad
Heavy with the weapon spreading lead Im on the way to heaven they gon send me back to send a message to the masses but they slower than molasses I dont care how much time passes I just wanna touch the ashes of the past
Couldnt care less that the shit that I say may come off as a cringey remark 
Now hes biting the curb he got parked and if that boy was smart he would never had tried me, he barked
Boy he had heart
Had cuz its past tense Im having a half of his heart on the shelf, been displaying it like hes an elk
Cards in your hand have been dealt, couldve been worse you admit it yourself
Next is your kin, youre not alone in hell
Who am i kidding? Its solitude cells
Less than in prison but still youre a shell
Materialistic, new belt
I dont wanna go til I really know if there is afterlife Id rather there is no
Id rather not another place im sharing with you hoes
I dont wanna see you motherfuckers as a ghost
Ima bleed another motherfucker let em know
Ouija do the most, Ouija overdosed
Ouija isnt nothing but the lowest of the low
Ouija with the squeegee with the pole gotta scope
So low, a motherfucker solo to my life im a no show
Leaking red, rojo, you dont really wanna know hoe, like Im falling in a trap door Ouijaboy