Straight From The Slaughterhaus

11 - Haggus - Disgust And Abuse

10 - Haggus - Apology For Praexology

09 - Haggus - To What Fucking End-

08 - Haggus - Social Erosion

07 - Haggus - Terminally Infernal

06 - Haggus - Uneducated Politician

05 - Haggus - Humanity At What Cost-

04 - Haggus - Plastic Mincer

03 - Haggus - Extremely Deformed

02 - Haggus - Septic Birth Defects

01 - Haggus - Psychological Necrosis

MEDULLA DEMO

MEDULLA - I Whipped This Out My A$$, Now It’s a Song

MEDULLA - Way Of The Masochist

FIDLAR - Suburban Home

ALL CREDIT GOES TO ESE 40’Z, THIS IS NOT MY SONG.

LYRICS:

Through the eyes of a homeboy, dirt broke and starvin
fresh on parole and the system keeps carvin 
a chip on his shoulda, streets getting colda
down for the hood, just another lonely soldier
caught up in the mix with the drugs and the conflicts
bangin ghetto tricks makin money with the convicts
no future in his front and his hope's in the far back
robbin mothafuckas bout to go and pull a car jack
to go and get a gee-ride, scoop up the homeboys
shotguns and rifles, pistol grips and chrome toys
shoot em up bang bang, that be his past time
hobbies drink and gangbang, might be his last time
before he hits the walls again to do long stretch
smile now cry later, on the tiempo he might catch
even though the last time is when he said that he was through 
with the pinta and the hood life that put em in the S.H.U

(2X)
I wanna stay outside
no more chains
I wanna stay outside, no more chains
cuz life's so crazy, I said this life's so crazy

Out once again from those walls don't wanna go back
breathin free air, on the calle and he knows that
it might not last cuz it's hard to go the right way
reaching for the past with homies and you might say
he's just reminscin how they neva did listen
in and out reform schools and juvenile detention
banging colors on the scene a skinny ass youngsta
taggin up the thirteen and crossin out the other number
deep in his heart, he was destined for the lock up
getting drunk as fuck and pulling cuetes, spray the block up
from the county to the pinta and sometimes he's  feeling trapped
but accepts that it's his vida writing verses on a rap
bout how it all started drinkin forties at the projects
twelve years old and just another gang prospect
never thinking twice about a consequence or reason
now it's just his celly and the little box he sleeps in

(2X)
I wanna stay outside
no more chains
I wanna stay outside, no more chains
cuz life's so crazy, I said this life's so crazy

To hell with P.O. to hell with the judge
and fuck the D.A. cuz you know their ain't no love
the path that I took and the way I chose to live
is the same most of my homies went and took when we were kids
but what can I do but keep on rolling with the punches
steady smashing through and always knowing that once this
life comes to an end I tried my best to do a good thing
and not an early death with all the drama that the hood brings
wish I could go back to when those times were brand new
but now they've gotten old, skipping records playing "You"
I hold on to all these memories and always remembering
sometimes I had everything, at times didn't have anything
it just ain't the same, teardrops in the rain
it might mask my sorrow, but it can't mask my pain
"I'm never going back" be the words of a past thought
tiempo is a fact, pushing foward to the last stop

(2X)
I wanna stay outside
no more chains
I wanna stay outside, no more chains
cuz life's so crazy, I said this life's so crazy

Ese 40'z - I Wanna Stay Outside

ALL CREDIT TO ESE 40’Z, THIS IS NOT MY SONG.

LYRICS:

They will never change my love for a second
sleep walking through the hood drunk and blown with a weapon
chicken hawk on the loose killing drifts of the gallo
big bad one three "NBG" as I smile 
now cry later psycho schizophrenic loony
5150 villains on the run as laws pursue me
walk and sleep through my dreams itching triggers narcoleptic
waking in up in those scenes where the bullets be the skeptic
tatted and bald headed no my love will never change
double "S's" on my face as I walk by they stare so strange
I be that mothafuckin clown at midnight kickin up noise on the free flow
late creeping with my souljahs Nasty Boy's what I be though
they will never change our love this one three till I hit the grave
caskets getting lowered in the tierra time to turn the page
in the tales of the hood gee broken dreams of a would be
life without the drama doing tiempo living good free

(2X)
Because they will never change our love for this hood life
violence, drama, drugs wish I woulda had a good life
but any day above the ground is good up on its own
Ese 40'z barrio cholo to them calles I call home

You know that they could never change me try and rearrange me 
only god could judge me fuck a judge in a court looking strangely
at this psycho villain with blue magic  in my  sideshow
paño hanging down around my neck that reads survival
I roll with dirty down villains living ghetto on that low life
staring up at the ceiling 40 ounce drinking with that snow white
I go right... hit em up with that  50/50 love
if you an enemy then I'm busting out with that nifty thrifty slug
I had my girl buy stocking up on them gage shells from the  pawn shop
felon in possession pumping it back and let the bomb drop
I'm on top strolling through my sick and wicked sueños
drinking 40 ounces smoking blunts up we Sureños
riding up with my felons and never changing up with my pelons
blowing it up like I hit some angel dust on Mt. St. Helens
dwelling with these ill and twisted gang relate hyper active
Ritalin up my nose what can I say their ain't no actin 

(2X)
Because they will never change our love for this hood life
violence, drama, drugs wish I woulda had a good life
but any day above the ground is good up on its own
Ese 40'z barrio cholo to them calles I call home

I'll spit you lyrics in block letters gangster style em with these verses
drunken up off the madness in an asylum turn em cursive
because we threaten all security straight grouping up in the calles
juras pointing sure it's me that be mixing up in the violence
but fuck it though fuck my enemies with murder passion
coke and Hennessey rolling down the block when I heard em blastin
I'm laughing cuz they will never change our love
straight throwing up these "S's" with my no fingerprint gloves
on the hands of 40 ounce felon fin a flip a free flow
dumping these thoughts bout how I'm dwellin living this life illegal
a needle but ain't no haystacka up in Reno
so if you wanna find me I be drunk at the casino
and they will never change my love for this vida
"South Side" to the grave my soul will drift and stroll Artesia
I'm a cholo till the sun burns out or if the rivals blast me
throwing up the trece drunk and blown I'm banging "Nasty"

(2X)
Because they will never change our love for this hood life
violence, drama, drugs wish I woulda had a good life
but any day above the ground is good up on its own
Ese 40'z barrio cholo to them calles I call home

Ese 40'z - My Love Will Never Change

ALL CREDITS GO TO LIL MINOR, THIS IS NOT MY SONG.

Lil Minor - Hop Out

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