bruh 6

dick

Papa Sleep

Istasha The Scrub

TRVP N TRVSH

Lyrics:

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave


i take a dig i take a second
wasted shift inadequate days i need a decade
i take a fix but it defective
just a whiff, hurting my sense i need a severance

heavenly ever since i reset
i could power up
elevate like amphetamines
i dont mix it up
pedigree
got that waste i could wither i need the kerosene quickly
light up the house but its dripping
call my supply the pacific, you see its vacant

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave

Bungo Worm Dance Party [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:

Under trees i could lay 
No shade 
I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain 
Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn 
But i cannot  shift anything 
On the minute I could change my Name 

No
Witch that could phase my brain 
Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed 

All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood 
Buds are bad crop 
Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain

Ghost 
Leave the scene 
Go burrow down in debris 
No control 
No receipt 
No buy back 
Drift with the leaves 
In my hell 
Forty feet 
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep
Leave my face 
Live in my space I paint opaque

Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull 
I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full 
Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil 
I could play my part  no vigil
Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug 
With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug 
Hall of fame lay tame 
Residual 
Sever connections 
Affection
Forget em all

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha]

Darwin's House Of Second Chances

bb No BooBoo

Captions Are Automatically Generated

S.W.I.M. EP

Broken (Ft Ghostemane, Zubin)

SOSMULA - “TOPPY TOPPY" PROD BY JAY TRILL

Written & recorded by Ghostemane & @Parv0

follow Parv0 -  https://www.instagram.com/parv0_/

HUMAN ERR0R

Stream & Buy

To Whom It May Concern

ODIUM

Apple Music

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES

ANOTHER SINGLE OFF OF "BLACK CASH", COMING SOON.

LINEUP:
@C3OF
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@NAVVVI

PRODUCED BY @PRODKXISER
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @C3OF

LYRICS:
[PAPA SLEEP]
Homie got his tounge tied
Boutta get his tounge sliced
Cut it off cut it off
Next up get the sawed off
STRIDAWALK on an outline made of chalk
Little dots on the map getting baked into rocks

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Do what I like I just ask for a price
Now I live by the gun I dont care if you gung ho go and get your gun hoe leave the clique looking bare bone
Blow a bullet through your dome
Mercenaries we the military knocking on your front door

Bitch give me head and I take her whole spine wit it
blow out her back and im back on my grind bitch

[LORD DISTORTION]
Boutta get a lesson flexing overtime 
Mercenaries shifting shit to overdrive 
Over loaded magazine get ducking 
Like a loaded nine 

Covert like the roaches in your walls 
And just as gross, this time 
gonna take the fall for what I've got around the corner ight 


It gets yucky dumping rocks 
Bloody knuckles on the chalk 
Think he lucky but he not 
I Got a bundle in the loft 

Storming on this bitches land 
His tongue is getting locked 
Got that amrory within the van 
He  drug from out his spot 


Bullets hit his wig and split it in
He tryin for his truck 
But we got aim for the  ignition switch

Got him floating In the river styx
Bloated up body now its looking like he michalin 

intervention on his fitted cap 
He claiming that he with the  shit but all I hear is dirty cap

When we coming thru ur getting lapped 
Taking away  your shine and ill be betting  you won't get it back

[SULPH]
Mercenaries walking right into your nest
With orders, guns and a bulletproof vest
Bless the troops, fuck the rest
Nametag on our necklace, 
Surprise, kill, vanish, leave you breathless 

Weird, it seems that you and you're team 
are fast on their feet, at least when you flee.

Weird, it seems that you and your guys
Won't snitch from the pain but time flies 

Mercenaries we deliver, the scene acting like divas
Stab you in the liver
The Rest ain't up to the test,
Breach door, flashbang, shots to the chest.

Mercenaries, orders are orders
Tunnelvision like in corridors x2

[NAVVVI]
pick up off the bones that you crows up always filter
breaking up the mary but you breaking up the fillers
just a couple water bottles and the furnace off his throne
down a fifth of vodka and he dolphin dive up in a prone
meet me in that Highrise
meet me in that estate
swear ill break up all tides
swear ill break up all fates
homie better make a plan cuz music aint a pension
talk is always bigger down the barrel, innervension
i aint gotta fiend
mercinaries be the fukn team

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES

BLACK CASH

RANGERS

Stream/Buy

Here's the other song I made in the homies kitchen 


Lyrics: 
I just wanna flex 
Need to rep
Homie better step 
Bullet drumming for your chest 
Needa sec 
Needles bent

Nightmare on elm street 
Pull up on a jet ski 
Night vision on, no song 
Represents me

Metal pelicans 
Fly saucers like its 51 
Sentry gun on anyone 
Who ever wanna flex the front

Dirty Sprite 
A better life 
Ain't something 
That your getting fight 
For nothing 
Hold a dozen 
Sticks 
But never 
Got a limb to climb

Staring down a red beam
He loo on the set 
I feel nothing is a bet we
Reaching for the fence piece

Aqua body 
Draw the goblin 
Overstretch 
Your 
Plots dissolving

Rapper asses get a flogging 
In the mix and get to robbin

I dont wanna rap more 
Your off by like a half 
Step 
Go into your songs 
And I'm cleaning off the cobwebs

Bitches found the back door 
Treat him like it's bad breath 
Never catch me slacking 
I'll be grinding till I'm I'm last left

Motor in the distance
Setting up a back drop 
acting like a liquid 
Faking on the laptop

You ain't get a witness 
Never really had one 
He ain't with the fitness 
he boutta get his abs crunched

Banging off, your outta luck 
He catch a pinch of outer dust 
It's best to quit 
And call it wraps 
Is what he thinks about his stuff

Banging out these tracks like it's a hammer to a nail
I cannot stand it when I fail 
But your so damaged that it sails 
The way you give up when you try 
Must
Be genetic in itself

I've been so ready just to rail 
On all of you been feeling stale

FILTH MOUNTAIN [Prod. SONNATIC]

@lilnightvision
@distortionthe1

[VP]
Pull up with that clown mask
takes one to know one
I might just pop up in your driveway
and leave you sideways
sippin bloody mary
while your brain look like confetti
lettin' off fireworks but this aint no birthday party

[@lorddistortion]

Indy 500 I'm making you crash 
Rush out the corner like hitting a draft 
I want that cup so I'm getting it fast 
Your ripe for a lick it's as simple as that 

Melting his body back 
Mold on the digi screen 
You might catch a shot 
end up in the guillotine 
Vilified 
Bet that your sister is into me 
Clown on you 
Nah we ain't into no sympathy 
Its gross when it puncture his vertebrae 
Got him twisted round, looking like serpent paste 
Look at the course of our mission and current state 
Causing disparity 
 body get hit with that burner spray 
Wipe off that cutlery 
Catching the wind
Get a grip 
Of the fuckery
Semis and clips
My Ammo is communist distribute evenly 
way that we do things is everyones wish

STREAM/BUY

TARMAC FT. LORD DISTORTION [PROD. LIL NIGHT VISION]

Produced  by: @obssscure
more soon to come, thank you.

CUT DOWN [PROD. OBSCURE]

prod
https://soundcloud.com/traviks
https://soundcloud.com/strandead

lyrics

Gun in my hand finna send rounds
Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down

Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
Cheating yo life motherfucker you death bound

Walk on my own through tha 
Fuck shit

Lemme alone 
imma dip and
Go rustic 

Yo girl on my nerves
Call her 
Bug bitch

Eating away at my
Temper 
I need me a substance 

——

Yo bitch wanna touch on
My genitals 
Id rather beat up my body wit chemicals 

All of these humans  identical 
Jump in sum Nuclear waste 
Grow a tentacle 

Eat on da pussy
Its succulent 
Spit in it
Fuccin it
Beat it up, jumpin it 
Fuck around 
Takin dump in it
Why you so mad at me for
Go be mad atchyo government 


Quit tha tobaccy 
But still I be smokin
Too much of da weed
I be
High as shit

30 percent nothin less
If yo shit 
Lookin mid 
Fuck yo club
I ain’t buyin shit

Everyone wanna be rappers
They make a few songs
And come up
Then they dying quick

Seen it so many damn times
At this point
It’s a mother fukkin fact
Call it science bitch
—-
Fuck all da streams and da plays

Im doin this shit for PROHIBIUS (Prohibeo) 

We came in the game and it changed..
Now y’all be fuckin it up and it’s hideous 

Grab on my gunn And take aim

I’m murderin all of you idiots 


You couldn’t tell me a thing I don’t know
I been livin this shit you oblivious 


Sharpen tha blade on my bow 
On the tip of my feathered and wooden arrow

Pull back the nock 
To my to my cheek 
then I look in my sight 
I see you
Time to eat

Release the string
let it go
And I watch as it enter yo chest like a ghosst 

Leaving a hole ya can’t breath,
Gut then I skin you and hang  ya ta bleed
----
2x
Gun in my hand finna send rounds
Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down

Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
Cheating yo life motherfucker you death bound

Walk on my own through tha 
Fuck shit

Lemme alone 
imma dip and
Go rustic 

Yo girl on my nerves
Call her 
Bug bitch

Eating away at my
Temper 
I need me a substance

BUG BITCH [PROD. TRAVIKS X $TRANDED]

prod 
https://soundcloud.com/sunivega
https://soundcloud.com/layer_one

mixed by
https://soundcloud.com/twdutchman

LYRICS

You're made of carbon waste,
Why tha fuck
Would I
Want you round me

Keep my heart on my waist,
Cuz everybody tryna drown me 

When the death is embraced,
Like you slippin a blade, down me

In the car with no brakes,
And I’m whippin the corners proudly


Wasted
Shit faced and
I’m loosin it I can’t take it
Like the
PLAGUE HIT
I’m peeling the skin off my body naked
I don’t FAKE SHIT
Like all you mother fuckers tryna make it

I can’t fuckin escape it 
This shit is leavin me jaded 

Anger

Buried deep inside of me


That’s all I’ll have if you don’t

Die with me


Razors

Help me to believe what I’m seeing 


In the end I hope that I’m still breathing 

2x
Broken,

I’ll piece da parts of me
Back together,
Back in motion,

I fall but I’m growin back all my feathers 
You don’t know shit,

Keep talkin I’m hangin you Widda teather 
No emotion 
I’ll do what I need to by any measure 

—-

2x ALL MY FAULT

AND ALL ON MY PLATE

ANGELS FALLING

DOWN ON THEIR FACE

BLOOD 

FILLS UP

THA OCEANS AND LAKES


ALL MY HOPE WILL DIE

IN ONE DAY!

SEVERANCE (PROD. SUNI VEGA X LAYER ONE)

prod. @depthstrida2

cover art by @lenfantlondon // https://www.instagram.com/lenfant_


lyrics

[verse]

welcome to my heart bitch
didnt eat for days
feeling cold like the arctic
nothing to embrace

no i cannot stop this
i cannot win this
life is a matrix
i can't decode it

feeling like my art shifts
i hate it anyways
theres nothing to it
i chose the wrong way

i miss the old me
all my friends told me
stop with the drugs
they fuck your head slowly

and i didnt listen for shit
thats what i got from it
steady urge to fucking dip
i wish i could handle it

no friend cares about my shit
making music for myself
rainy days have come to hell
depth strida breaks out his shell


[bridge]

turned 22 some days ago
feeling like my brain is getting slow
wanna fill my chest cuz theres a hole
all i ever had is fucking mold
2x

[chorus]

tired of life
hide my darkness inside
getting flood by a tide
by the sorrow of mine

now i dont wanna hide
cause this shit feels too right
welcome to my heart bitch
welcome to my heart
2x

welcome to my heart



tired of life
hide my darkness inside
getting flood by a tide
by the sorrow of mine


welcome to my heart

now i dont wanna hide
cause this shit feels too right
welcome to my heart bitch
welcome to my heart

WELCOME TO MY HEART

WELCOME TO MY HEART [PROD. DEVILJIN]

LINEUP:
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@ISTASHA
@NAVVVI
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@MUGETSU117
@C3OF
@SULPHOFFICIAL

PRODUCED BY @ISTASHA // @PRXPVNE
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @LENFANTLONDON, @PRXPVNE & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[DEPTH STRIDA]
Bitch I got the flow
Got the magnum no control
Night vision like an owl
Electric fist delete a soul
Mercenaries on the road
Got your leader in a choke
One tone and hes k.O
Cause im not gonna play games bitch
Packin the tec it cost a check
One shot you find your head deteached
Got dogtags wrapped around my neck from all the victims that I snapped
Checking the map I mark your camp
We pulling up without a sense
Expensive lifestyle aint a thing
We all just wanna pay the rent

[ISTASHA]
Break in the backdoor
We bringing out the bag (bag)

Step on that Big Mac synthetic
Gift of cattle

Get me the fuck off out this Status don’t makes me gag

Stepping on the band I’m not facing backwards
Rather I see the grind than touch a brand

Brand new rollers
Rocking it
Making it obvious
You’re the Klepto god that
Started off
An abomination
Never did honest

Trading your art in for profit
Trading down, you moderate bitch

End up asking all them apologies
Having your oxygen missing

[NAVVVI]
Wayne's stained state
Pick yo poison, just great
Brain may break
Met you on yo hate train
Bitch you got to morne
I aint part of plagues
If I had a horn (honk_for_each_gender)
I would met your pain

Heat is raising up thats from the blankest room to floor up
Wearing masks daily like this a next majora
Solving riddles short of sherlock but you more like dora
Candy pussy whipped bitch, you a fukn moron

[LORD DISTORTION]
Clorox on my tendril fuck around and get his mental split
Cybernetic school bitch outfit flexing out the censorships
Get your fucking vessel ripped
Pack so big it couldn't fit
Wounds is out here festering set measures with the metal chips
Now the whole world watch
Bullets are hitting his shit in a minute I stick it in
Home girl crotch
No intervention for you in a mention your watching your
Whole world rot
Loaded weapon of choice
In a second the noise
That's an
Old world plot
Home grown threats
Taking no more loss

[MUGXTSU]
FUCKED UP FUCKED UP
BITCH IM ALWAYS UP.
FUCKED UP FUCKED UP
MAN YOU NEED TO DROP.

Bitch i gotta do everything that can about me.

Oh my soul is leaving, oh my self is dying.

Trust me this isn't about how you are gonna blow.
Trust me this is just about how you gonna get devoured.

//

[PAPA SLEEP]
Last one up last one down
Cash on a conveyer belt watch it all pile up now
Prayers that we never make it out now
Skin welt watch and screech at the hellbound
Come and let's beat it out
Bullet be lodged In my cranium
Weigh it up bleed out my pores
I need a pint of that
Extract the gas from my corpse fill up your tank

Count up the bands in the darkness cant even see shit
Tore out my heart and you beg for forgiveness
I'm getting drunk off your lust cross myself off the hit list

Eyes obsidian and rolling back and now I'm gonna pack it up and leave this town I'm never looking back and you cant even ask where the fuck I'm going I'm a great white shark in a fish tank

[SULPH]
We don't fucking walk around
Searching for another cloud
Changing our sound
To appease some kind of crowd

Little cloudchaser, good doggy
We don't like you, sincerely not sorry

We the world wide mix,
mercenaries's the clique
Shoot the 5,56.
Through the walls into your chick x2

LINEUP:
@NAVVVI
@C3OF
[REDACTED]

PRODUCED BY @PRXPVNE & @ISTASHA
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @LENFANTLONDON, @PRXPVNE & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[NAVVVI]
i dont wanna faint please dont run

everything aint been alright now
helpin wit a hand we cannot
we aint got a pause, inflate up

welcome to life
top of a knife
simple like pleasure its easy to find
look in a distance its sure off to glide
swallow the pride

a mission of pain wit constant infinity
stuck in your clouds you a biggot identity
rain from a mouth wit little humanity
reversing my hollow in need of humanity
stick up the passion
life is like Bastion (heh)
who the one askin?
who the one picking up energy?
yo ive been searching for synergy
you the one fixing the issue?
think im a bitch, dude?

FIXING TO BUILD UP A WALL LIKE OUR IDIOT LEADER
IM YELLOW WIT ENEMY STATUS BELIVERS
WHEN I WAS THE PROCESS THE ANSWER A HEATER
BUT NOW IM ON TOP SO I THOT OF A SPEAKER

[PAPA SLEEP]
Mamma said I'd only ever be slop for the pigs
Show your ribs off put your face in the wastebin
Cant hold weight unless you got faith in the grill time at a standstill
Life looking pretty bland still
I dont got plans only love to watch your skin peel

Grow old be a bag of bones
Shoved back to the catacombs
Watch skin turn cold

I GOTTA GO
LACK OF CONTROL
BOUTTA IMPLODE
I GOTTA GO

Cant stay in one place
Every plane of existence kicked to the curb now we all laugh at the transmission
Dirty secrets flaunt out of the melting pot
Melt in the eyes of God
Pity me pity me
Envy me envy me
Break in the synergy
Said that she love me but kick my ass down to infinity

[BRIDGE]
who the one picking up energy?
yo ive been searching for synergy
you the one fixing the issue?
think im a bitch, dude?

[REDACTED]

SYNERGY // SNUFF

LINEUP:
@C3OF
@MUGETSU117
@NAVVVI
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@ISTASHA

PRODUCED BY @WASBEATZ
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @LENFANTLONDON, @PRXPVNE & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[PAPA SLEEP]
Sirens blazing out the window smoking ash the blunt right on your face
count the zeros on the check cant erase the money
X marks the spot
Put a glock in your stomach
I need big bags
Black cash
Get it on the dark net

Out of my bandwidth out of this planet
Blood in the river living so famished

Skin ripped flash flood bitch drip big whip you the shit huh
Bury me with all the funds
Laughing to the grave mercenaries branded on my chest yuh

[CHORUS]
We won't let you...
You can send a bunch of threats and we wont wave the white flag
Blur our story.
Reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back
We can't let you walk in...
You can send a bunch of threats and we wont wave the white flag
Spreading your hate up here.
Reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back

[LORD DISTORTION & NAVVVI]
Now you the target, a dot on ya head
Mercenaries are the cause of ya death
//
Might flex my problems
Like cause and effect
Cock eyed the eyes roll from out side the head
//
You a ninfo, a second from a head, moe
You a lowblow, a joker like you Hannibal
//
Addy In my right hand, scope on my eye socked
Finna wave the white flag huffin fumes to die off it
Fuck it, you go timid when it's time
Your Never innit, bitch
//
Everything the matter when you staring at my fucking angle
//
Red dot hit his business he ain't get the chance to finish shit
//
Bitch dont be coming for my record cause you dont know about it
Ive been a fit astounded when vomit exits out ya mouf
Holo-graphic like its auto-traffic you can give it doubt
//
Grope a scope
And load the mag
I brought the rope
You brought the bag
I wanna ball
I So fuck a tag
Cut the law
And flush the pack
//
BITCHES BE SMELLING LIKE YOU I SWEAR
//
Bang your girl and I pull her hair
Going idle off the script
She finna move into my lair
//
Pebbles are kickin i giggle when im in yo face
Quittin the actin like baby part of the race
//
Bullets hit his body if he ever finna waste time
//
Ya girlie she callin i hit it wit a fucking glaze
//
Said she wanna come again she said she has a great time

[CHORUS]
We won't let you...
You can send a bunch of threats and we wont wave the white flag
Blur our story.
Reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back
We can't let you walk in...
You can send a bunch of threats and we wont wave the white flag
Spreading your hate up here.
Reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back

[ISTASHA]
If I gotta guess it now your four is idle

Foreign fluid washing all denial

Time to set the motor off to vital

Running on two slap the gear
When I wanna get dramatic
Imma place me on a stage
Watch your tragic credit
Grab it get it stuck on in the cake
Cage
Cane
Fuck

Blinded set
No light reflect the scales
Running back
Little lizard
On cruise
Let it capsize

Dumping money
Point at what you get and I got it
I run the track around it
I just sold my eyes I can’t find em
I must define the constraints

I cover callous gauze
With autographs of all of my problems
Upon establishing all of my shit is only complaints

Bitch you Oughta get sucked down with your white flag

But you get stopped
Desktop
Wiped
Pressing down the drain
centrifuge
Get Messed up

[CHORUS]
We won't let you...
You can send a bunch of threats and we wont wave the white flag
Blur our story.
Reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back
We can't let you walk in...
You can send a bunch of threats and we wont wave the white flag
Spreading your hate up here.
Reciprocate your flesh and we might think to give yo life back

WHITE FLAG

LINEUP:
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@C3OF
@MUGETSU117

PRODUCED BY @PRXPVNE
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @LENFANTLONDON, @PRXPVNE & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[LORD DISTORTION]
I'm a dark souls boss
With a hard mode on
Gotta Big ass van
Like a cargo bob

Big ass gat in the holster
Pop
If he closer god
We will close him off

Closure? Nah we raising the steaks up
Laid in the truck with brains out his face bruh
Calling it mamed fuck closing a case up
Dont interrupt when I'm making a
statement (UH)

Dirty sipper fuck your shit up fuck your liver up (FUCK)
Mercenaries Sirens blaring rifles in the trunk (YUH)
In the fairy need some coins to cross the river bruh (BRUH)
Desert ops water droplets in the tin and stuff

Call it a may day
Wall got the spraypaint
Bombs in the walls
Get involved
To get laid waist

Merc in the wrong way
Skin on the lampshade
Got no resolve
You a bitch and thats damn straight

Go for his leg
go for his neck
Insect go swarming to put him in check

No one to blame
Other than them
His life is boring that's what to expect

[SULPH]
Medic flow,
find me prep up the boys,
Adrenalin shots
the voice, indescribable,
But everyone remembers.

The white cross wearing red cross
Walking Last in line giving prep talks

Boys
puff that chest out
Put them pigs down,
Make Sulphy proud x2

Fuck geneva, let the cowards rot
You either flee or get gone by our red dots x2

[PAPA SLEEP]
Tinted windows
Honda civic
Riding up and down tryna shave the minutes
Caving in every other minute
Popping out the whip we getting back to business
In and out homies really boutta dip
Blacking out I cant remember shit
Do a funny dance mercenaries out for black cash click clack out for that big bag

Back to back dressed up in all black soul looking vantablack cash turning black by the minute devoid by the infinite emptiness looking definitive

pull out the stick and they laughing
Open gash for practice
Dripping in that blackness
Bitches busting down my door they causing havoc I cant help but close the casket

God been sent from heaven pandemic spreading set the sedative right inside the veins rot the mind populate the prisons pimples popping growing up inside the sediment

Set up the semtex
Void looking endless
He wanna send threats
I'm boutta end this
Nothing but phantoms
Vantablack
Vantablack
Snuff out the candles

[MUGXTSU]
Hey, don't be so mad,
You'll make me sad,
Don't leave me back.

Payback is still the best way to deal with you.
I will never like you.
You're fkg sick, deranged, monster.
Care to fkg leave this world ?

Don't be so mad I'll be sad,
Don't leave me back I'll be mad.

Pray for you that you'll never find peace.
Pray for you that you that you will fkg die alone.
Pray that you dont see me.

Hey, don't be so mad,
You'll make me sad,
Don't leave me back.

VANTABLACK

PROD. @RIOT_ANGEL

Baby I don't wanna hear a lie
Don't tell me it'll be alright ight, ight

Baby wanna fuck, she sloppy toppy when she eat it
Baby tryna lower my guard, fucked up my defense
She look me in my eyes and she tell me "Bae, you a demon".
I looked in the mirror, I swear to god I don't see it
She talk 'bout my life and she tell me I'm so conceited
I'm so fucking gorgeous I told her "I don't believe it!".

Bitch, I got the virus
You gave me the virus

Uh oh, I got me a Bi bitch (she kinda gay)
Uh oh, bitches get excited (they wanna taste)
Uh oh, they just wanna try it, so i let 'em try it

Slow it down, throw it down, so I can bring it up
Throw your crown, Jumble down, and then I trickle up

Uh un, you gave me the virus, I think imma die bitch

Uh oh, cant breathe out my sinus
What if I'm too sick to pipe it?
Baby ask if I want top, and I said "Im In!".
Baby wanna give me slurpy sloopy in a white Benz
I got baddie bitches giving booty to my guy friends

Fuck it, spazzing, get it litty
Baddie bitches in the city they all fuckin' wit me
I don't care about the titty, I got a bitch from the city with 3 different titties
Yeah! I'm about to pick her up!
My diamonds Medusa, they bloody, they shining me up!
Mike Amiri on my gut!
Viruses, I be like "ew".

DISTANCING (PROD. RIOT_ANGEL)

https://open.spotify.com/track/3BtCLCo22pw0pidojDNAHg?si=JkvW3bDJTWesmuShBBWhHA

Not Bad

Lyrics by Semisad
Prod. D Maul
Mix and Mastered by JTwo Pharaoh 

It's hard to think of myself as someone new
Wonder if it's it's for the best that I cannot see you
Split my head, and it's evident that she turned me black and blue
Another night that I obsess, nose bleeding in my room

Meet me at our rendezvous
I feel the best, when I'm in the bed
Right next to you
Blood to my head's rushing
From the drugs I'm overdosing
I always try my best but I still always lose

I'll be here inside my room
I do my best but get little rest 
I hope you come through
Can't bear the taste it's too lonely
And the worst of us keeps showing
Where this'll end, God I only wish I knew

Poisoning my mind
I still think I'm fine though
I can't quite deny
that you've got me feeling psycho
I feel borderline, like I'm walking on a tightrope
I fear for my life, like you're gonna make me die slow

Pop like 3 or 4 
To keep me good while I'm on the road
Crashed my waves to shore
Right down upon my home
I guess I need to go
I just feel so damn alone
Depression's manifesting from talking to your ghost

Meet me at our rendezvous
I feel the best, when I'm in the bed
Right next to you
Blood to my head's rushing
From the drugs I'm overdosing
I always try my best but I still always lose

I'll be here inside my room
I do my best but get little rest 
I hope you come through
Can't bear the taste it's too lonely
And the worst of us keeps showing
Where this'll end, God I only wish I knew

Rendezvous

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Yes, this is named after an x-files episode. No, its not about a flesh eating disease.

PROD: @ISTASHA
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[VERSE]
Psylocibyn straight for breakfast
I dont want it please dont shove it
Mescaline for lunch
Think you messed me up
Opium as an appetizer
You dont love me unless I'm higher
You dont want me cut the wire
Fill my IV with all that happy stuff
Give me more I cant have enough

Pcpeeping tom watching me embalmed in fluids
Bloody palms gripping on that spinal fluid
Walls are oozing
Hit the ceiling fan and stick inside my mouth I cant deroot it
Life and limb for dangerous substances
Time and time again I wish for dividends
Swipe me off the curb
Sniff me off the dirt
You're everything I wish to go against

[CHORUS]x4
Bottom of the bottle
Shake the world right upside down
Bottom of the barrel
Spin the world till it dry out

(Love sex drugs
Lust sucks dry
Lungs smoke dust
Love sex drugs)

Cytopathic

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