SELLOUT W/ BRUHMANEGOD [PROD. STVRFIRE]

OVER HERE +WHITECXFFIN+

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

public appeal // one man army; prod pcp x chase noir

Out on all platforms

Lyrics:

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put em' in her mind, she can't get over me
When i spit fire, better evacuate

Cause I'ma get a bag, then I'm going up back to base
All these motherfuckers always seem like they acting fake
When I be getting mad, motherfuckers don't want the fade
Keep up with the act, you gettin packed, I'm aggravated

Leave em' with no chance, yo last dance is calculated
I'm activated, if you actin' agitated
I'ma have to leave his body out, decapitated
Fuck what they say, I'ma do it all

Man they can never really say that they've been through it all
But everybody always trippin', man, I'm through with y'all
I'm about to paint a fuckin' picture, about to paint the walls, its red
In my defense, i hopped the fence

And acted dense, then made amends to my expense
Then I break suspense and grab the pen
I'm goin 10s, I never really wanted to depend

On any of yall
Bitch!

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put 'em in her mind, she can't get over me

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS

ALL PLATFORMS

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS (PROD. PLURE)

FVKZXRO x NIGHTMIND+ x KYOKI x KUSOKIRAI - D3ATHCVLT: LEGACY (Prod. Rajaste)

the the 
the way vomit out the feelings now
the mind is nothing more 
but the matter is all i'm feeling now
the spraying of the glock 
inside my mouth 
to blow the ceiling out
i feel the earth beneath me shift
as i let the demons out

fuck 

i suspend from the roof tops
looking down 
praying for the shot to fucking hit
i have to lay em out


mother fucker come and play with me 
the last one to do it
ended up as split fragments 

acid in a bucket remains stagnant 
bitch i love it
smell the rotting festered carcass 
of your body 
then i fuck around 

walk around the block skipping 
horsing 
fuck your stupid city
svi the realest of them all
fuck your fucking pity



there's a hate in my heart no one understands 
i have to kill
i have to murder 
just to feel 
when the blood is on my hands
that's how i figure out what's real


there's a wire loose
every second guess 
is just a thought 
but that ain't nothing new
i have no more complex 
in my spirit 
this is who i am 
a terminator set to execute 
every fucking man 

set your foot up
i cant play with food 
you fuckin bitch 
now this a roll up
you a piece of shit you right



nobody gives a fuck



walk around the room
the glare in your eyes is over 
a sheet of white to block the light
your pupils don't reflect the soul of the man you are anymore

you are simply wasted




simply wasted 
nothing else to except 
excite the playlist 
simply 
everything i do is for others 
i fucking hate it

SPLIT FRAGMENTS [PROD. EZRAH + AKVRI]

YOU CANNOT FW MY... (Prod. XELISHURT) *4K FREESTYLE*

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/kxdyine

Lyrics:

Ruger got the drop, pop and lock
Run it though your block
Cock it back, click clack
Bitch I’m boutta make it pop
Hunnid dollar shoes on
Doc martins wanna stomp
Blood shake the earth when it drip
I do what I want

Bitch I’m a killa'
Cleva go Guerilla
Running with an AK
Take over your villa
The rounds I brought are Silva
I’m just like an enigma
But Cleva' got the strap on 'em like the goddamn militia

Clevamane is ready, pulling up with a machete
Got my check oh that’s a betty, I got grey goose in this yeti
That boy trippin' flippin' ketty', cocaine stompers getting messy
Pop that Glock like pop no Pepsi, kill streak Cleva' on a frenzy

End your life like it’s a tape, you thought that shit as a movie
Send these shots and then escape yeah Clevamane he keep it moving
Brolly rolling with a K' yeah fuck all of that future proofing
End that shit in like a day and tell ‘em keep that Draco shooting

Ruger got the drop, pop and lock
Run it though your block
Cock it back, click clack
Bitch I’m boutta make it pop
Hunnid dollar shoes on
Doc martins wanna stomp
Blood shake the earth when it drip
I do what I want

Bitch I’m a killa'
Cleva go Guerilla
Running with an AK
Take over your villa
The rounds I brought are Silva
I’m just like an enigma
But Cleva' got the strap on 'em like the goddamn militia

In the club with bottles, and you better keep ‘em coming hoe
You know we in the building and it still gon' mother fucking snow
I got a Ruger on me and I’m think I'm gonna let it blow
We out the back we gotta get away it’s time to fuckin go

Red and blue the sirens ringing out we need'a make a move
We duckin' jakes but we just playin pigs instead of fucking goose
So now we layin' low I smoke it to my soul I’ll let it loose
A noose around my neck ain’t got a single thing to fucking lose

Clevamane and Kodyine in this bitch we rep the fuckin set
It’s FK till my dying days I’ll see you all in hell again
And shout out dirty gang we always gotta fucking represent
So thanks for coming out this is the end and now I’m fucking dead

Ruger got the drop, pop and lock
Run it though your block
Cock it back, click clack
Bitch I’m boutta make it pop
Hunnid dollar shoes on
Doc martins wanna stomp
Blood shake the earth when it drip
I do what I want

Bitch I’m a killa'
Cleva go Guerilla
Running with an AK
Take over your villa
The rounds I brought are Silva
I’m just like an enigma
But Cleva' got the strap on 'em like the goddamn militia

RUGER

RUGER (Ft. Kodyine)

okay?
... okay

ft. https://soundcloud.com/novafled
prod. https://soundcloud.com/novafled
art. https://soundcloud.com/junkcubus

finally, i'm a therapist
borderline white queer based narcissist
keep myself alive 
like a side quest
caught in overdrive
on my night shift
i don't pin a tail im finda fin a pedo fail
fetta faced shawty lookin Leto wit a ghetto rail
found lucy like a lockheart
full of shit like a walmart
keep my soul sober like a half house

okay!
ain't it safe now!?
okay!
point the blame now!

im a white trash bitch.
im the white trash stitch.
i could steal your strait man and you're dumb ass bitch
ego so fat i could feed a fam of 4
furthermore, metaphors never really say the score.
i'm a new mistake, bet i flake off take
when's my new estate? buy me every single plate. (ill take all dat)
it's that filet mignon
it's that swordfish, gone
i'm one of a kind
im designer

okay!
ain't it safe now!?
okay!
point the blame now!

I’m that queer motherfucker all y’all bitches hating on
Me and navvvi in the cut, it could never go wrong
I’m a gay motherfucker what y’all straight bitches on
I don’t fuck with none of y’all so i made a fucking song
And i don’t fuck with these corporations i gotta say it
Navvvi told me to turn up the bass i made it slap
Man i don’t fuck with nobody humanity’s decaying
Had to make it two minutes so we could make a stack
Nova is a tranny every time she’s on the track (What?)
If i ever spit a verse i’ll never make it wack (Damn)
And if i ever spent some money make it back again
It’s lil nova on the track i’ll never lack again
Okay, okay
Motherfucker why you try to put it in my face (Uh)
Okay, okay
Suck my dick hoe, cause ain’t no fucking way

OKAY! ft. NOVÂFLED (prod. NOVÂFLED)

Black on black on black match the gun, carry when I stunt
Click clack, Man of War, at the door, could you get it hun?
He thought shit was sweet, he didnt know, he bout to run
Yo wife done set you up, she sent a hitman having fun

Smoking your homie stuffed into my blunt
Light up your homie like Im rolling Runtz
Popping they heads like Im killing Grunts
No Lynyrd no Skynyrd, but Im on the hunt

D.E.A.D in the H.E.A.D.
Its like fuck you pay me
Smoking weed that got me hazy, crazy
Bitch Im too fucked, I cant get up, Im feeling lazy
Bitches chirping up around me
Nah, I cant with sluttys
Pass you off and smash the bestie
Ha, dick so good it had her crazy
I cant be no sober sanely

Im on the pain gang
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

I walk how I talk and I talk how I walk, accelerate plot like Im changing lanes
Blowing the pot like a kettle, with heavy death metal, get stepped on, belittle, I dont wanna settle, Im snatching ya chain
I want the money yes even the change with all of the pain 

Im going insane man
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

You a sweet boy, not from streets boy
Im guaranteeing that you screaming at the sight of demons boy

Hearing bout seven or more
Hearing us breaking in get on the floor
Using your blood for the art
Run with the dogs but none of them bark

I think it should stop where it started
Im traveling back and Im sinking the ark
You believing the news you retarded
But that isnt all that sets me apart

The channels at your local market
Counting the corpses, statistic 
CIA mind control mission
Another kid went out ballistic 
Suited with legal assistance
Sending them out with a vision
I spoke with the devil to write this
He brought back feelings that I miss
Anger with nothing to fight it
Fueling that something that I lit
Cut off your tongue or just bite it
Peeling your skin cuz I like it

Youll feel the pain okay
You in my face? No way
Move on my wrath today
Whos in my path today?

Im ruining everything
Why do I feel like this way?
Im praying that I fade away
Sending us all to the grave

Ouija used to squeegee, making chow mein for like fifteen
Writing suicide letters in the gutter when will I be free?

Population Control (prod. Death to Hellmane)

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