Stomp on a cig with my black osirises
Smoke clouds my vision as the sea rises
The high hits my brain then I start to reminisce 
Cut my own hands off before I call em, I gotta resist 

Attracting these girls, I’m magnetic 
Feel the flow, it’s kinetic 
I never been photogenic 
But I’m often rejected

Disrespected
Another lesson
Not to mention 
Y’all got me stressing 

Once again, I’m back in this awful place 
I hate to say, everyday feels the fucking same
Whatchu say? You’re just another lame 
Tired of playing all these fucking games 

Soon I’ll erase my brain
Rot in the Abyssal Plain
Cuz I always been so drained 
Light the blunt and fade away 

I don’t need no introduction 
I been saying fuck a function 
People talking bout that tussin
But you know they never chugging

I need an autopsy
For my body
Yeah, it’s rotting 
Ain’t no stopping it 

Leave my inner child in the car 
Watch him burn, I spit some bars
I knew I’d never get too far 
Why you think I’m tryna be a star?

Never got to finish school normally 
Homeschooled cuz I was an anomaly 
Bitches tryna pull up on my property 
Pussy boys who can’t talk properly

Parasites in my flesh 
With the pain up in my chest 
Tired, I just wannna rest 
Not alive, I’m prolly dead

Prolly, prolly, prolly dead
Prolly dead
Hope I’m fucking dead

I push away from the crowd 
Try to stay out of this town 
Ima never calm down 
Til my head hit the ground

I’m the concept of my conscious 
Tear it up in the mosh pit 
My hope? I had never lost it 
Just another piece of shit prophet
Piece of shit prophet

PROLLY DEAD

A neuro-electronic descent into distorted euphoria.
This hybrid soundscape fuses orchestral rock, cybernetic trap, and glitchwave intensity—
pulsing with heavy riddim bass, haunting piano, and apocalyptic synths.
A sonic infection for the digital soul — cinematic, dark, and relentless.

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MIND VIRUS

RIGHT WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE

Drained from pain 
Serrated blade
It stains my brain  
Betrayed for claims
You say you’ll change 
Remain the same
You aim for fame
But stay a miserable lame
I didn’t want this
Brain is haunted 
Wish that I could stop it
Bitch, come out of the closet
“Call me, please” was what you saying 
Thinking bout me while you wasted
Don’t owe you shit but you cannot face it
Fuck out my face, always complaining 
Acting like a sad little bitch 
Thought that you were better than this 
Crocodile tears, I’ll never miss 
Go on, try to fucking diss 
Just mad I’m better in a shorter time 
Keep stealing bars like they ain’t mine (illuminate)
Better go back to fucking snorting lines
Only time you’ll ever feel fucking fine 
Stick to your cycles 
And quit the lies, hoe 
I just dropped Tidal 
I know I’m your idol 
Stick to your cycles 
And quit the lies, hoe 
I just dropped Tidal 
I know I’m your idol
Just cuz you at war with yourself 
Don’t mean you gotta put me on the shelf 
Improving even without your help 
Asking for bars, you needed my help 
Basically wrote half of Empty Paradox (L album)
Cuz all my ideas stay straight out the box 
Telling people I’m a fucking slimy fox
Keep on riding my motherfucking cock, bitch

CLOUT CHASIN' NARCISSIST (botted followers diss)

Padme was a bad bitch in Dallas and her favorite color is Green

COFFIN SERMONS is a descent into the deepest chambers of YUNG HADE$’ twisted gospel — a ritual broadcast from the underworld where every breath carries dust, static, and prophecy. Blending industrial horror trap, occult ambience, and deadboy monotone delivery, this EP feels like a sermon preached from inside a sealed coffin, transmitted through broken machinery and whispered by spirits that never found rest.

Across each track, Hade$ drags listeners through rusted factories, forgotten graveyards, and ritual altars soaked in candle smoke. The Midnight Gospel, a cursed broadcast system woven throughout the project, frames every song as an intercepted transmission — a spiritual emergency bulletin from a world already lost. Every verse bleeds paranoia and spiritual decay. Every hook lands like a warning. Every instrumental grinds with the weight of dirt, metal, and bone.

This isn’t just music — it’s a funeral rite.
A confession.
A covenant sealed in dust and distortion.

COFFIN SERMONS is YUNG HADE$ at his darkest, sharpest, and most unapologetically unholy.

BONE DUST IN MY LUNGS

$UICIDEBOY$ - Leviticus ( Slowed & Reverbed )

cemetery centipede in the flesh 🪰
on all plats now
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PROLLY DEAD

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