DARK🔻TRAP

Fuckin bangers II

THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES BIG RED BUTTON

Funky shit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ETvbQpFLQI

Lyrics:

I need that faux

Getting more

All my clothes

Check my Figure

Hoes

Getting showed

Wit my phone edit 

Pictures


Imma do wrong 

Don’t care about right

Flex this faux

Nobody gon like

Ion like the sun

Only fuck with low light

I ain’t with you bums

Cause im never outside

Buy all my love

Cause it get you high

Suck my drugs

You can get these likes

Bring the power people steal it back

Because its mine

Everything i own i stole my right

 
I got you helping me wipe

Makin new amendments 

When i never know why

Feel like descending is ascendence

In a sense im all right

A legend when im editing

My wiki obliged

To do whatever

Forever

Bending it back

Put me

In a box bitch

Lets amass

This a movment

Move this

Alcatraz

This our bed

Lets get attached






I want to fuck

My one philosphy

Im getting stuck

Chew my leg

I got to eat

Im in the front

Now everybody watchin me

Now everybody want the seed

Everybody everybody want to talk to me


Take my shirt off, let the ho's see my artwork

Got two ho's same color as my Converse

Throw your pride out when you get inside my limousine

Christ D getting more head than the guillotine

Iced out wrist look just like a flat screen

Asphalt colored Aston Martin on the Asanti

Fred Flintstone, I don't even need my car keys

Catch me at the show signing titties with a Sharpie

You better send that money if you wanna see your son again

My pinky ring Jewish and it cost a lot of Benjamin's

Rubies in my mouth same color as an Indian

Big ass Glock knock a nigga to oblivion

And you already know we can't do music 'cause you're so retarded

Saw a bag of coke and it reminded me of where I started

I just caught the fight and hit up Darkie (bitch im in yo city)

Way too many blunts and Percocets, it got me feeling dizzy



Mmm, pickin' it up

Middle finger in the place and I'm stickin' it up

On the way to the top and we got a lot in the pot

Smoking every single day with Dillinger on an opp

And we can get it

And we can get it, my nigga

Me and Christ hit the shooting range grippin' the trigger

I be feeling kinda light-weight sippin' the liquor

I'm buying Crypto low and then flippin' it bigger, my nigga

Hmm, gotta put in to get out

These niggas want a handout, but ain't got shit to hand out

My nigga, why your hand out?

Huh, we got some bands now

Funny how this Hip-Hop shit like to pan out (Oh)

Huh, lights, camera, action

Hit the prime with the headlock, blam

Huh, no manners

Rules, regulations or standards

Chains so big it's like I'm a slave

rock too big to fit in my grave

Drippin', but my songs never leak

This that shit that you put on repeat

WATCHING ME (feat. Christ Dillinger and Lil Darkie)

Lyrics:

Rotten motherfucker
Came up from the gutter
Poison up in my fucking veins but they never gonna clot, nah!
Make that boy kick rocks
Jumping right out his sweaty socks, uh!
Intimidate foes with my aura, you gon fear the don!
Because I'm rotten to the bottom of my motherfuckin core, bitch!
Everywhere I go
Bring the energy so raw, bitch!
I cannot be stopped
What the fuck they gonna say, yeah!
I'mma be honest bro
Yeah they never had a chance, aye!

Cos I'm a demon, boy!
Oh yes I'm scheming, boy!
I pull that ace, take yo life
'Fore you blink lil boy
I brought that beam in, boy!
Watch how you speaking, boy!
I grip that knife, take a slice
Leave you bleedin, boy!
Like aye!

Rotten, rotten, rotten to my core, bitch
Rotten, rotten, rotten to my core, bitch
Rotten, rotten, rotten to my core, bitch
Rotten, rotten
Aye-aye aye!

I'mma grind a motherfucker all in my blunt
Smoke that pussyboy up just like some herb
Dump his motherfucking ash in the urn, then I throw up in the air
Oh my god you pissing me off
Will you pussyboys ever learn
I don't think you can handle this
I'm a nightmare toss and turn-urn
Oh no, I'm insane, ah!
Nothing you can do!
Your soul gon decay, ah!
Nothing you can do!
Your fall on the way, ah!
Nothing you can do!
Your fall on the way, ah!
Something I could do!
Uh hit 'em with the venom
I'mma kill 'em when it hit 'em
Put a couple bullets through your motherfucking cerebellum
I'm a menace, I'm a villian
Ain't no serum gonna heal em
When the poison sinking into your motherfuckin melon
Like!
Uh-uh uh uh-uh
Back through the back collateral!
Uh-uh uh uh-uh
Death to government, take their souls

Rotten, rotten, rotten to my core, bitch
Rotten, rotten, rotten to my core, bitch
Rotten, rotten, rotten to my core, bitch
Rotten, rotten
Aye-aye aye!

Rotten motherfucker
Came up from the gutter
Poison up in my fucking veins but they never gonna clot, nah!
Make that boy kick rocks
Jumping right out his sweaty socks, uh!
Intimidate foes with my aura, you gon fear the don!
Because I'm rotten to the bottom of my motherfuckin core, bitch!
Everywhere I go
Bring the energy so raw, bitch!
I cannot be stopped
What the fuck they gonna say, yeah!
I'mma be honest bro
Yeah they never had a chance, aye!

Rotten!

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

Rotten! 🤮Prod. Zodiacc🤮

GOOD LUCK

The Forever Story

Crack Sandwich

prod. by kyrigo

LYRICS

Been about it
They bent the truth 
I’ve been bounded by dense abuse 
I’m surrounded by friends
But few of them know of my debts 
I choose to hold my hopes up
I like the suspense 
Never fold up
My intent was to glow up at your expense 
Still tipping, I’m gripping the rhythm 
Re-living the wickedness   
Still having hard times 
Need all the focus on this shit 
I cannot afford to do all of this part time 
Bitch, I am finding the times do get rough 
But I try to construct a divine use of drugs 
In my mind, run amok on the grind 
I could ride through the rush in the cut 
The fuck? 
Yeah, you got hustle 
But your music sucks 
Yeah, I might struggle 
But I won’t give up 
Need a bitch with a nice bubble butt 
Subtle, but evident
So I could cuddle up and that’s a preference 
Preface this trouble by bursting your bubble
On purpose
I’ll humble you serpents who scuffle
Certainly coupled these words
With a couplet to earn what I covet 
Busted, never mind, fuck it 
I’m disgusted, every line crushes 
Like the grudges 
I’ve been flushing all these drugs quick 
Can’t function with your dumb shit 
Been bunched in with these fuckheads 
I’m always sad, I’ve become stressed 
So tragic, I must sketch  
And rap till I’m struck dead

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic 

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic 

Fall on the floor, my heart is torn 
Belong in an ill asylum 
Still beside victims 
I’m feeling violent 
Psilocybin, I feel ignited 
With the diction, instilled through silence 
Don’t make a difference what anyone thinks 
On a mission to fulfill the love that I link 
Sync both the beat and the lyrics 
I dream of a spirit, it seems 
It appears to be weird, yeah I fear it 
I hear it at night 
But I cannot decide 
Try to go sink in these drugs 
Like a deadbeat 
Just let me descend, leave already 
Heavy hearted artist 
Definitely hard 
Ever seemed departed 
Wretched and charred, a target  
I’m destined to starve
And resent the catharsis 
I’ll harvest new hope   
Harping on karma, self harming my soul 
So I have armored my ardor 
To sparkle these flows 
Does it all startle the hoes? 
When I start to expose 
All of the awful
And hostile old comments they wrote 
On the flows hot as tropical coasts 
I’m a chronic impulsive 
Won’t ponder your bullshit 
No time to oppose it, I must stay focused 

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic 

Time is my ally
Time is my enemy 
Time and time again 
I always tend to forget these things 
All this for the better things 
See what the weather brings 
Like depression 
Pressure and static gets oh so dramatic

AGAINST THE CLØCK

Atxmic-Bxmb.

Jungle Puppy

prod. @hyperverda

LYRICS:

I create, now we getting paid,
Think I need a raise,
Who been selling out,
Next to nothing, what’s the going rate?
Know you’re fake,
Messing with the legend, now you know your fate,
Minutes turn to hours, got the power to obliterate, bitch

What you feeling when you look into my eyes?
You a stupid motherfucker so it’s hard to empathize,
Bearded Legend on the rise,
All my winnings multiply,
They been telling me I’m chosen,
I’m patrolling all the skies,
Whizzing by, Mach 5,
I’ll be breaking through the barriers,
Don’t want you on my team ‘cause I ain’t boutta fucking carry ya,
Try to reach my level but you gotta fucking train,
No more talking, get to walking, learn to lose before you gain, bitch

I create, now we getting paid,
Think I need a raise,
Who been selling out,
Next to nothing, what’s the going rate?
Know you’re fake,
Messing with the legend, now you know your fate,
Minutes turn to hours, got the power to obliterate, bitch

OBLITERATE (PROD. HYPERVERDA)

rock steady glock heavy

og: freddie dredd & 1nonly - popthatrunk

I CANNOT LEAVE A TRACE

my first ever frenchcore hope you like it
ILLENIUM - LONELY
YT: https://youtu.be/n-SS9UA2Ntg

LONELY (FRENCHCORE)

og: https://soundcloud.com/vira-vampira/luka

Luka

IT'S NOT FAIR

og: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMFzGs9IOmM&ab_channel=LeahKate

ty https://soundcloud.com/kanz79 for mental support

I hate the fact that you made me love you

Joliet

In sleep 
I drift away
I’ve lived whole lives
In one day
Go deep
More than I can take
Cause in sleep
There's No “I” to separate
Pop a benedryl I hear shadows in my head
The smoke is rollin in getting closer to my bed
Hear the Whispering of words but I don’t know what they said
Caught up in a world between the living and the dead
I’m with the devil and his jezebel
He tempting me with sin
Now the snake biting his tail
Where do I end?
Where she begin?
In a bubble seein double
Now I have to feed my twin
I’m forever lost I don’t know
Who’s mind i’m in

The Civilian With A Million Faces

In Sleep

The Sanest Insane; Control Loss

BRATLAD

WE HIT LICKS OH YES WE DO. WE HIT LICKS HOE HOW BOUT YOU?

BIG LICKS (PROD. WENDIGO)

ORDER: CUBENSIS, SOLSA, WENDIGO x3 
LYRICS:
MY GOD IS REALER THAN YOURS!
HE SAYS WHAT I IS DO IS RIGHT
THAT I SHOULD FIGHT IF HEAVEN POURS!
I AM VERY VERY SORRY
MY APOLOGIES
FOR COMING OFF SO HARSHLY

IMPART ME
SECOND CHANCE
SO I CAN DANCE THE WAY YOU WANT ME
YOU NAZI

GOT ME!
TAKE A LOT MORE THAN THAT TO TOP ME
SOFT AINT WHAT IM MADE OF
YOURE THE ONE ACTING LIKE ADOLF
COCKY

WAY THAT YOU GOOSE STEPPING
WAY THAT YOU LOOSE LIPPING
TALKING BOUT WHO TRIPPING
TALKING BOUT WHO TO SHOVE UNDER THE BUS
AND WHO ALL OF US TRUST THAT WE SHOULDNT 
THIS JUST IN
LIL DARKIE IS RACIST
SPREADING THE MESSAGE OF SATAN WITH FACES
BLACKER THAN ANY OF US PROLLY ARE
BUT IM STILL OFFENDED CUZ IM A RETARD

HE TRYNA BE HARD
WE TRYNA BE SAFE
BY MAKING IT HARD
FOR YOU TO CREATE
NIGGAS THAT HEARD OF ME FIGHT AND DEBATE
I DONT DESERVE NOT ONE WORD OF THE HATE

MIND CONTROL
MY THOUGHTS ARE MINE TO HOLD
DOWN IN MY SPINAL CORD
BITCH THIS AINT MY FINAL FORM

I GOT NO TIME FOR YOU PUPPETS
TAKE YO OPINION AND SHOVE IT
I KEEP MY SPIRIT ABOVE IT
IM TAKING CRITICISM IF IT ISNT IGNORANT
IM NOT CONCERNED WITH FITTING IT HIT IT DIFFERENT
IM A CARTOON
BUT NIGGAS DOING MORE PRETENDING THAN ME
BITCHES ACT OFFENDED GET BANNED ON IG
YOU DONT GOTTA BE A HATER YOU DONT LIKE ME
WHY I KEEP A GRIN ON MY FACE ON MY TEETH

ALL THESE NIGGAS MAD THEY AINT EATING LIKE CONCENTRATION CAMPS
CUT YOURSELF ESCAPING FROM LEAVING OVER THE NATION FENCE
MOST THESE NIGGAS FAKING NOT WORKING IM PUTTING THEM ASIDE
SMOKE UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING REMAINING I CALL IT GENOCIDE

PHONY ASS NIGGAS PLOTTING WOAH
FRUITY NIGGAS ACTING ROTTEN, SO
ON YO SHIT NIGGA YOU NOT BEEN, HOE
I AINT EVEN THINK OF STOPPING, THO

-

IMMA FUCK AROUND AND TIMMY TURNER TO THE TIPPY TOP
I WONDER IF THESE NIGGAS REALLY GRIP THESE GLOCKS, TRIPPIN 
ACID LIPPING FLACID DICKING TIL SHE GIMME TOP UH HUH

SKIPPING TO THE STORE I GOT A RED HOOD ON
SALVIA WE RIPPING OUT A TEN FOOT BONG

THERES A BITCH INSIDE MY HOUSE SHE KEEP ON SAYING SHE IN PAIN
YEAH SHES SITTING ON MY COUCH WITH BURNING NEEDLES IN HER BRAIN
DIVINORUM IN HER VEINS

GUESS SHE WAS ON LEXAPRO
THE COMBO MADE HER GO INSANE

SHE FEEL CALMER ON COCAINE
(TRUE STORY)
DONT RAP FOR FAME
(TOO WHOREY)
BITCH WHATCHU SAYIN IM SUPER SAIYAN YOU SUPER PLAIN
(ROOT FOR ME)

I TAKE MY PAIN 
MAKE THE MUSIC
PLANT A BOMB
CANT DEFUSE IT
I AM CALM 
I AM LUCID
THEY BETTING ON
THAT HE LOSE IT
NEVER HAD IT TO START WITH

BREAK YOU LIKE USING GUITAR PICK
CONSTIPATED ALWAYS MAKING THAT HARD SHIT
CONTEMPLATED TAKING NIGGAS REAL FAR SHIT
THINGS HAPPEN NIGGAS SWITCH YOU EVOLVE WITH

TIME MOVING
RHYME SMOOTH AND
STAY FOCUSED YOU WILL SHINE THREW SIN
STREET TACOS GET SOME DIMES
WHOS IN
KNOW A NIGGA THEW THE
LIME JUICE IN

I KNOW HOW TO LIVE
I KNOW HOW TO DIE TOO
YOU COULD JUMP OFF A BUILDING
EAT MUSHROOM FOR HEALING
PUT ACID IN YOUR EYES TOO

IMMA FUCK AROUND AND TIMMY TURNER TO THE TIPPY TOP
I WONDER IF THESE NIGGAS REALLY GRIP THESE GLOCKS TRIPPIN 
ACID LIPPING FLACID DICKING TIL SHE GIMME TOP
WHIPPING UP MY VISIONS HUMANS LISTEN TO THE SHIT I DROP

-

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
GOES AROUND COME BACK TO YOU
MY MOMMA TOLD ME THAT WAS TRUE
PEOPLE REMEMBER LIKE ELEPHANTS DO

PEOPLE FORGET ALL THE ELEMENTS TOOOO
LIVING AND BREATHING SUCCEEDING AT MUSIC
AT LEADING THE CREW WITH A PASSION THESE NIGGAS AINT MOVE 
CUZ THEY CRASHING AND TALENT THEY RATIONING

ILL GET A BAT I MIGHT BASH HIM IN
GRIPPING A BLADE AND IM SLASHING HIM 
HAPPEN TO YOU
I PULL UP ON EM NO MASKING IM
SMOKING THAT DOPE UP IN LASSEN
WITH DRAIN THE SWAMP BLASTING IM COO

IM ON THE BEACH UP IN TAHOE
PACKING THAT THC INSIDE A RAW CONE
ILL BE HAPPY WHEN IT’S ALL GONE
MARY JANE ANSWER WHENEVER SHE CALLED ON

I HAD TO FALL DOWN IM SMOKING TOO MUCH
FOLD UP A POST IT IM SMOKING A BLUE CRUTCH
I DO NOT DO DUTCH I DONT DO BACKWOODS
GRABBA LEAF ONLY TOBACCO THAT SMACK GOOD

I FUCKED THAT BITCH IN THE SAFEWAY
7:00 AM AND IM HAVING A GREAT DAY
IM PUTTING ON WEIGHT LIKE IM TAY-K
ANIME RAPPER YOU SOUND LIKE A BEYBLADE

(SORRY)

GENOCIDE (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS/SOLSA)

uh
Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

Ay
Had to ditch that mask and the vest
But yet I’ll rep a bally if you were out with the chef 
if any fucking pussy moving left
Imma put him in check 
With a quef thru his chest
I dish out the death
I spark up the meth 
I’ll pop a few pills 
I sniff up dat ket 
run up the set
I make yo bitch wet
Ay
They don’t own me
Yet nevertheless the mic knows me
I’m Coming straight for yah neck 
I’m no phoney Uh
I live for the blood that flows on me 
wanna go toe to toe I’m like broly 
shadow box your face into the unholy Moly
If you got a plan for p then come show me
Got too many homies that owe me 
Might have to run up on bro
with tha pokey Slowly 
Pull up with Henny2 fucking cozy 
Spin mans jaw Like a rollie pollie 
Then Ill smoke up And go do ghostie
need you to face the facts
Pick a step and fuckin take it back
Got the motherfuckin blade in tact
Got an army up in russia that’ll beat your face from black To Blue To black
To blue To black
Yeah
I’m sick of fucking sleeping 
Im a demon
You can fuck you fuckin goals
That You be dreamin
I don’t do what I am told
I Do up treason
Fuck a heathan
I got no time to fuckin wait 
Id rather leave em
Id rather die young than get old
So Fuck a heathen 
I drink monsta ultra 
with my vodka 
You should Call me Kyle 
like you oughta
Shoulda Thoughta Be fore ya
Found out that uh

Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

FUCK OFF
THIS BEAT IS NOT PUNK!
I AM THE ANTI MONK 
YOU UNDER A ROCK LIKE GUNK
SMOKING ON A PACK OF THAT

FUCKING UP A NIGGA LUNG
AND PUT HIM ON HE BACK
I AM IN THE ALLEY TAKE A PENNY
FOR THE CRACK
XANNY WITH THE HENNY 
MAKE A LITTLE NIGGA YACK
EVERYBODY WANNA BE PUNK
WITH THEY TATS 
BUT IT ISN’T VERY PUNK TO
DO SOMETHING IN THE PAST
IF WE STOPPED HUFFING NOS
AND MADE MUSIC DIFFERENT THAN EACH OTHER’S DAWGS
AND WE STOPPED BREAKING EVERYBODY’S JAWS
SO THEY CANT SAY NOTHING ABOUT YOUR CAUSE
AND INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING WE MADE THE LAWS
AND INSTEAD OF WALLOWING WE KICK A FUNK
AND IF WE MANAGE THAT BEFORE THE SHIP HAS SUNK
THAN ALL YOU PUSSY BITCHES CAN BE CALLED A PUNK
I WANNA
LET YOU KNOW THAT YOU WERE NEVER SHIT
AND YOU WELL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIT YOUR DICK
INSIDE YOUR OWN JAW UNLESS YOU BREAK YA BACK
OR YOU PRACTICE THAT UNTIL YOU DRAIN YA SACK
OF ALL
SEMEN AND MEANING IM SEEMING REAL MEAN AND I 
MEAN IT WHEN I SAY A NIGGA IS FIENDING
IM SICK AND IM DREAMING 
YOU SWEAR THAT YOU SEEN HIM 
UP ON A ROOF SCREAMING “HEY,”

PUNK! Ft. LIL DARKIE (Prod. CHASE)

a rare track that was on 25 CD copies of the SWAMP DRAINED album

BRATLAD

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