first song on this acc 

i mixxxxed this :3 

prod. rikuda

cell phonee #BONGWATERBOYZ #2011 #STAN2 #TYBG (NEW)

fidgetingratsnibblingmylies stxklen
talkingbout188
stklen
stxklen
stxklen188
stalkin
stalking
188

know lies make it bigger
know lies make it bigger
i change my description
to fit better wit her
i dug my hole deeper
i aint tryna learn
im tryna blur
the wounds that i earned
fidgeting
rats
fidgeting
rats
nibbling 
through my lies
nibbling 
through my sighs
know lies make it bigger
know lies make it bigger
i change my description
to fit better wit her
i dug my hole deeper
i aint tryna learn
im tryna blur
the wounds that i earned
the cuts i earned
know lies make it bigger
know lies make it bigger
know lies make it bigger
know lies make it bigger
know lies make it bigger
know lies make it bigger

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waddup stxklen
188
stxklen
stalkin188
stxklen188

ah
wa-
waddup
I’m smacked, word up
a-
ashing my lungs
a simp feel some
a symptom strong
passing time
as vapor longs

wa-
waddup
I’m smacked, word up
I need curruge (courage)
I won’t prolong
I need a pull on
no one to lean on
pivot cruise wrong

the cig on...
lit cold fumes
burn my suit
lit cold fumes
burn my roof
I’m wishing off a poof
drugging off and loose
ain’t even a user
a white stick do’er

tricking off a cancer
how much can I a pander
brother, where’s my manners
I mean, will I surrender?
I’m halfway there
it is so clear

the lit cold fumes
burn my roof
lit cold fumes
burn my roof
lit cold fumes
burn my roof

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(#e66radio™️) @welovehated x @eyelii & @bug.z0// Blunt force trauma 🕉️ #fml

listen to this track bitch
mix by lambo himself

chaintwi$t x liekamp.333 x plugg5tar lambo - eddsworld 2 (p. kthree x j0shx3) #twistmobb #gee #plug

girl u kno i bring the truth
so u try hidin me
im so grateful to be dead
i took my vitamins
i should think its nothin meant
the way im slidin in
everything is probable
come meet my probably
i should think its nothin meant
the way im slidin in
everything i do prevent
its what i gotta do

u should i think i feel u once in a while
tryna get the childrens' message out
i'll be here forever ill stay around
i dont know better falling down
and i set the building way too loud
u should think i feel u once in a while
u should think i feel u once in a while
i dont what to say i just check out
im playin with my brain until i turn off

i know my eyes wide but im passin out
he who stands before me has sent me down
tell you with everything i amount
im fucking nothing do you hear me now
ik my eyes wide but im passing out
i move like everyone else ina drought
i try to help u but i cancel out
i would kill myself so youd hear somehow

falling down

(archive)
smokin gas, n my lungs r black
pussy talkin shit roll yo ass into a pack
that bitch givin head but ill neva get attached
everybody switchin up i aint fw no rats
he was talkin shit, choppa flat him like a mat
carry guns just like iraq
he mad asf i chase da bag
slowly goin up, and u stuck that shit is sad
hop inside da ghost n im goin really fast
aint fw no hoes, cuz i know that will never last
ye you trynna be like me but, all yo shit is ass

stuck

Disgusting w/tanisko #SS2017 (prod tanisko)

sativa (prod. 444jet) (ALL PLATS)

https://soundcloud.com/uhmthegoat
https://soundcloud.com/armoen

this one @end @eyebrows @armoen

Ash in the sink while the cash turn damp
Bills in the hamper, whole crib look cramped
Cup in the fridge, let the mud paint sermons
Tongue twist words till the rhyme sound burnin
Porch light flicker when the blunt stay lit
Spider guard stash with a fang in the brick
Car parked sideways, yard all bent
Bud cut bars where the breath got spent
Pivot off doubt, jab left through a ghost
Eyes half-shut while the spliff burn slow
Mouth full of venom but I speak through my teeth
Every bar bled, let it stain when I breathe
Sip slow, can’t feel veins

House lean, whole block strange
Smoke bend, word cut jagged
Bud cut deep where the tongue been fractured

Mildew money in the hamper stack
Whole life crooked, can’t hand it back
Pray to the cup, let the sermon fold
Godless hymn in the ashtray cold
Eyes roll back in the drywall cracks
Bills stuck wet to my hand like wax
Two-story crib but I haunt where it’s vacant
Every rhyme twist like the walls too ancient
If death got a clock, I’ma carve in the dial
Drive slow crooked, lane bent for a mile
Lean stain scripture on the carpet floor
Bud still speak where the ghost implore
Sip slow, can’t feel veins

House lean, whole block strange
Smoke bend, word cut jagged
Bud cut deep where the tongue been fractured

Chain round throat, let it rust in the silence
Bills mold green, let the cash turn violent
Bud cut in the cut, whole room off balance
Life bent crooked but the rhyme still talented