Lyrics:
Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter:
Straight up out the cryogenic chamber
Big muscle what I got I put in labor
Swing swords like I’m Vader with the saber
And I one, two punch him with fader

If you want it put in work and stop the bitchin’
Give a fuck what they say don’t need permission
Filet these fuckin’ rappers that’s my mission
Subtract another life just like division

Caught another body by the lake
So I’m callin’ up Ouija he awake
Tell him a lot is at stake so I wanna make sure that the stories corroborate

Givin’ up my soul to the game
Made a deal with the devil spit flame
Aiming for success fuck the fame
That’s a byproduct of the game

Throw another body in that fuckin’ lake
Tell my story realize we not the same
Become immortal when I record all this pain
No more shame lil bitch I be up on my way

Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BODIES IN THE LAKE (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

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DOSE OF PARANOIA - bumboi (prod. bumboi)

First things first i burst in flames and curse your name, never tame sure, faces on a plain shirt
In my lane curve, 2 shots just to make sure
My whole passion is rapping this ain’t game
worm
Squirm, you got some things to learn
How much of your body can fill up this urn?
How much of this fuckboy are we gon need to burn?
Watch his corpse crumble, stomach starting to turn
The boy Ouija, avoid bleeding, the sharks need it
I coined evil and force people with medieval 
Torture methods with swords Im reckless I breath diesel
The opposition get in positions thats known as fetal
From my weed eyes bleed survive these when i squeeze
Tightly your mom screams it can’t be it can’t be if can’t be
Is that how you really feel? I mean
With this flow so quick slow might implode Im so sick
Theres no if its when will i blow theres no tricks
Stand ten toes in an instance, have your whole team froze 
A failed abortion bred for extortion forced upon this world the devil wont endorse this
Porcelain made people the melting pots enormous
Death is so important take your life enjoy it
Can you motherfuckers hop on a beat and not lie?
Can you motherfuckers hop off my meat and not cry?
Every time I tasted defeat I revive
Protect ya neck, or bleed for me
Don’t sweat the technique it’s not sweet b
Wrap your head in bed sheets best believe the
Funeral starts with heavy hearts indeed
Everybody wanna act and rap and cap in that
I am no exception to the fact, this shit is wack
Make metaphors bout shit that Ill never do
Like raping a bitch, taping the shit then make it a clip
I know the money have you changing n shit, fake with the clique
Yeah bitch not me
Your tranquility tranquilize and hypnotize
No military the metal heavy I terrorize

The Missing People Menace Sneaking Weapons In Heaven (prod. Cultxre)

THEY NEVER SHOULD

[Intro: Codeine Kiss]
In fourteen I starting popping all this fucking pills
Sorry, don’t have time for love, I getting dollar, dollar bills
My lungs full of smoke all days, I break me, slowly getting hills
Trying not to sin all life, but everyday I do new sins, ay

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
Shawty, look my wrist cut
Taking two hoes
Today we wanna mix blood
With my new sauce
All this feelings for me naught
Put on grave rose
For my last dreams, hell dope
Change me, I fall, ay

[Verse 1: Codeine Kiss]
Change me, I fall, ay, all my life spinning
Two bitches blowing cocaine in the fucking villa
This ho give me all brain, going to my million
Sun shining on my gold chain, smoking glue gorilla, ay

[Verse 2: Codeine Kiss]
Pour on fucking face to shawty, purple, dirty lean
Baby, I don’t wanna smoke tobacco, baby, I smoking double green
In my fucking hands berettas, bitch, I do new fucking sins
Ay, shawty have a bad ass, yeah, I wanna fuck her dream, ay

[Verse 3: Codeine Kiss]
Yeah, I wanna fuck her dream, ay, wow 
Yeah, I wanna fuck her dream, ay, wow
Yeah, I wanna fuck her dream, ay, wow
Yeah, I wanna fuck her dream, ay

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
Shawty, look my wrist cut
Taking two hoes
Today we wanna mix blood
With my new sauce
All this feelings for me naught
Put on grave rose
For my last dreams, hell dope
Change me, I fall, ay

[Verse 4: Codeine Kiss]
Change me, I fall, ay, all my life spinning
Two bitches blowing cocaine in the fucking villa
This ho give me all brain, going to my million
Sun shining on my gold chain, smoking glue gorilla, ay

Wrist Cut

FAMOUS FT. PYRXCRIED (PROD. SAURXN)

take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller
(bitch)
take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller

i dont give a fuck about a lot of things
cigarette to find the peace
sick of pussys biting me
we know u got a crush
get the fuck up off of me
i be smoking grinding cheese
underwxrld my family
don’t ask you was, the fuck?
you think you socrates?

i feel like a bum
i feel like im bumboi
riding thru my city 
with the drums double guns boy
hit you and your son
give a fuck about a lover boy 
904 the hub i got shooters undercover
the way they do just what i want
yea this that mothafuckin murder talk
dis a life of risk
i’ll leave my house but kept the burners on
heard you play your tape
function told you turn it off
i’m a man of taste 
show me something ian heard before

i saw an angel fall deep into the underwxrld
to sell her soul to make it rain inside another world
i saw an angel fall...
take me to the underwxrld

take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller
(bitch)
take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller

DOSE OF PARANOIA - bumboi (prod. bumboi)

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