трек конечно ахуенный, но почему меня дегенератом 2 обозвал так и не понял

im ngl degenerate was fire asf but this sounds like some random shit id freestyle to myself without a beat

degenerate II (prod. bumboi)

MOBBS RADICAL x LOWEYEZDUUG- HELLZONE(PROD. KRONA)

Ammo w/ Afterdeath (prod. Bumboi)

DEAD SPACE

prod. bumboi
Lyrics:

Aye bitch I’m back from the dead 
Hold up u know that I never done left 
Rip my heart from my own fucking chest
Can’t take no breaks no I can’t take no rest 

Pushing me back to the edge of a brink 
Feeling surrounded got no where to think
Feels like I’m drowning I’m only gon sink 
See my reflection inside of this piece 

How did I end up back down in the mud in the k no cut 
I’m from a place where they show no love 
They wishing death on you waiting to flex on you hoping to see you end up in the slums 

Chopping it up back and forth with the toolie  tool 
Quick w the pack when I smoke out the room with those 
Couple of stacks make me crack a lil smile too 
Couple of stacks make me crack a lil smile too 


All in my head 
Demons still talking 
they all want me dead 
Reaper is waking me up in my bed
Stares from the corner I can’t take a breath 
 
U not my dawgs
Yall was just fronting I helped u evolve 
Eating my plate gave me nothing at all 
knew You was fake and I still let u on 


And I’m fucked up in the head 
Talking too much get you put to the test 
Cut it real short put a tech to my head 
Break a lil shorty till she fell nun left 

Moving too much I just popped me a bean 
Calming my nerves so I don’t feel seen 
Only see evil I feel like fiend 
Walking off balance I spilled all my tea

Aye bitch I’m back from the dead 
Hold up u know that I never done left 
Rip my heart from my own fucking chest
Can’t take no breaks no I can’t take no rest 

Pushing me back to the edge of a brink 
Feeling surrounded got no where to think
Feels like I’m drowning I’m only gon sink 
See my reflection inside of this piece

Back From The Dead (prod. Bumboi)

50/50 Freestyle

TrippyThaKid - PabloSanchez or PeteWheeler? (prod. ZCR)

Prod. tuMaggz

Lyrics:

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this shit for free don’t give a fuck about a price tag 
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family 
But I’ll return like Gandalf 
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses g 
With perfect symmetry 
Run circles on the beat 
This shit so fire you had to hit repeat 

I’m whipping hearses 
Pimping nurses 
Snatching purses 
Cursin fuck
Crushing verses 
They dispersing 
Kick drum hitting like a truck 
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to fuck shit up 
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck 

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

BLOODBENDER track 01
produced. NetuH
747 HHM TRASH GANG

degenerate II (prod. bumboi)

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