MUSIC 4 MASS MURDER PART I

Coming off the psilocybin 
THC to take its place 
Ouija always baked
Acid tabs destroyed my brain 
Hallucinations frightening 
How many did you take? 
Enough for chemical change
Im the one to blame
Ruby red stains on the bedsheets
4 knuckles to the face 
I told him not to test me
Now that boy a stain 
Ouija must be tripping
You must thing this is a game 
Ouija gone chop you up
Chopsticks like lo mein 
Shotty sound like thunder, strike you like a brick
You pussys talking cutthroat, you talking like you him
Semi auto up though, kill yo whole damn team
.223 with green beam, weapons out yo league
Ouijas aiming for your gods, Im breathing down the neck of satan, waiting for my chance to waste him, peeling back your skin suit maybe i should wear him, tear him into pieces and then feed him to Apollo, antichrist is what i follow.
bitch go count yo blessings
Lil bitch stay outta my lane 
Life is looking depressing
Shop sticks for the pain 
Im in yo bitch thrashing
She said she wants my name 
Your life starts flashing
Before your eyes, youre fucking slain lame

OTW! feat OTS Rez (prod. Zyller Beats)

#hellcore
Rearrange your block like a motherfucking rubiks cube
Shoulder bumping stock, with the hollow seven in sixty twos
Oh you mad cuz I dissed you, we can shoot for two
Got yo homie in the blunt, he’s now someone that you knew
I dont fuck with you pussies
Its a weapon to a cookie
We aint beefing in the DMs
Ima dawg to you fucking kitties
Toe tags, body bags, get touched in hood for a zip ay
Get beatdown infront of your kids ay
Get scissors pushed into your rib cage
Got her choking on my semen she looked up and said she loves dat
I get right with my demons they the only ones that got my back
Moving like I’m spec ops hiding all my dead ops
Fuck all the arguing, run your mouth get popped
Never thought id be shit and now im shitting on em as a hobby
Give a fuck about your feelings, aint nobody gonna stop me, cry about it pussy
Play this game with Ouija, they gon have to find the body, 10-100 do you copy?
Rearrange your block like a motherfucking rubiks cube
Shoulder bumping stock, with the hollow seven in sixty twos
Oh you mad cuz I dissed you, we can shoot for two
Got yo homie in the blunt, he’s now someone that you knew
Downing these xannies like candies I use em like bandaids for damage that I cannot handle
Cruising down backroads while smoking a backwood
Got a bitch strangled, she wanted to ramble bout some guy Randall
I sit and decay, her body dismantled, her head on the mantle
Cranium anvil, bitches in landfills, I’ll show you true evil, look in the mirror
Slugging off the indica, cant feel my body, body going into shock, change my brain with salvia, got spirits in my top 
Loading clips but bitch this aint no cinema
Ill make sure they remember me, keep protection tote berettas
Bitch Ill come through with the chaos and destruction, I wont let up
If I catch you at the function, the whole party getting wet up
Shooter on the loose, keep tryna piss me off
You gon always fucking lose, get tricked into a set up
Let loose
Swing your fist knock out some
Teeth loose
I hope you get mad this is
Diss two
One thing you need to know
Fuck you
I dont fucking like you
Ouija is a masochist, sacrifice to antichrist
Suicide is my advice, genocidal sacrifice 
I want to see the end of life, I want to see the end of time 
I wanna see inside your mind
Terrorize human life
Sometimes even I get the best of me
Who needs enemies? I got friends like you
Acting so friendly cant even bump my tunes 
But thats cool, fuck you too

KILL YOURSELF (prod. $kiah & JoPxt)

#hellcore
Runnin up on me and cyka thats a fucking no go
Flexing on IG lets see how yo fucking show go
Freaky with blicky but no fucking homo
Bitch im feeling sick like i got fucking polio
Let em rot watch em burn
Bitch Ill make yo tummy turn
Dont help them let them learn
Reach your end, your family mourns 
You dont got it like i got it
With a ratchet in my satchel
And a hatchet just to hack em and slash em
Strap em down at the dentist so he gets the message 
Product of the wreckage and i aint messing around
Run up get gunned down
Burn down your whole town
Carry that 4 pound
Im letting my blade swing around 
No sound
blood on the shank
Blood all on the ground
Hold yo head under water
And we watch that boy drown 
If you getting buck, we holding shit down
Tarp around the corpse and you end up in the ground
Runnin up on me and cyka thats a fucking no go
Flexing on IG lets see how yo fucking show go
Freaky with blicky but no fucking homo
Bitch im feeling sick like i got fucking polio
Runnin up on me and ouija thats a fucking no go
Flexing on IG lets see how yo fucking show go
Freaky with blicky but no fucking homo
Bitch im feeling sick like i got fucking polio

PIT CREW! Feat. HELLOCYKA (prod. CRCL)

#hellcore
I dont need no friends 
Please leave me alone
Done chasing dead ends
Fuck all these stupid hoes
Theres bugs in my eyes
Bitch im a scarecrow 
No place left to hide
Situation death row 

Blood soaked bandana on my head like im bardock
Red cloaks
Made from bedsheets and bloodshed of my victims
Down with the sickness
Recommended wrist slit
Hop off my dick tip

The only man that ever tried me died b
I am one with the deadly, fuckboy getting testy
Fake like some covid no deaths til the vaccine 
Ouija what are you saying? Blasphemy ignore me

Bitch I’ll turn yo house to a block of swiss cheese
Bitch ill kill you slowly, like some disease in your kidney
Im anti holy, aint no fucking saint saving me in your dreams
When these church goers see me they scream and call the police

Switch brain, switchblade, leave the world in dismay
Im okay with changing, just cannot find my way

Why we gotta share this planet?
Why we gotta breathe the same?
Why cant I have no feelings?
All you fuckboys playing crazy
No you not insane

Fuck your fucking etiquette no respect from the Ouija
Suck it up you lil bitch get played like a CD
Fucking up existence you will see me on TV
With an undead army gripping on artillery
Debris filled with people now the world has peace
Kill me
Dead sea
Watch me bleed

Need no friends 
Please leave me alone
Done chasing dead ends
Fuck all these stupid hoes
Theres bugs in my eyes
Bitch im a scarecrow 
No place left to hide
Situation death row 

I dont need no friends 
Please leave me alone
Done chasing dead ends
Fuck all these stupid hoes
Theres bugs in my eyes
Bitch im a scarecrow 
No place left to hide
Situation death row

Death Row! (prod. Guardian)

#hellcore
I like killing I like shooting
I like anything that makes you bleed
I like filling fucked bodies up with fucking kerosene 
I like killing I like shooting
I like anything that makes you bleed
You cant fuck with us, big dawgs to the little league
Back again with Cyka toting rockets, try and duck for cover
Maybe you should scrap your statement, come up with another
Bitch Ill make you suffer, choppa stutter, hundred frozen summers
Im mixing uppers with my downers and my heart starts to flutter
Shooting like some pictures get captured like a polaroid
Hearing footsteps in your attic, youre in your head paranoid
Got you buggin got you thinkiing like a schizoid
You cant avoid Ouijaboy just like Beerus my whole purpose is destroy
I like killing I like shooting
I like anything that makes you bleed
I like filling fucked bodies up with fucking kerosene 
I like killing I like shooting
I like anything that makes you bleed
You cant fuck with us, big dawgs to the little league
I like killing I like shooting
I like anything that makes you bleed
I like filling fucked bodies up with fucking kerosene 
I like killing I like shooting
I like anything that makes you bleed
You cant fuck with us, big dawgs to the little league

TRIPLE666 feat HELLOCYKA (prod. HXLLSHADE)

#hellcore
Twist, tear, break ribs
Rip hair, eat kids
Smoking like a heavyweight 
Blow that pressure in your face
You shaken like a earthquake 
Break you like a dinner plate
Twist, tear, kill shit
Twist, rip, cook skin
Flip you like a coffee table
Gripping something very fatal
Cock it back you speaking fables
Tryna reason, but Im unstable
Twist heads
Eat shit
Watch his body twitch from the torment
Twist to the handcuffs 
Face filled with saw dust
Gutting out your organs then I’ll wear your carcass 
Watch this
Terrorist in the cockpit 
Killing kids in the mostpit
Ouija is your pilot bitch Im fucking off it
The bullshit that I spit fucking toxic my teeth are fucking rotten
Twist, tear, break ribs
Rip hair, eat kids
Smoking like a heavyweight 
Blow that pressure in your face
You shaken like a earthquake 
Break you like a dinner plate
Twist, tear, kill shit
Twist, rip, cook skin
Flip you like a coffee table
Gripping something very fatal
Cock it back you speaking fables
Tryna reason, Im unstable

PSYCHOTHERAPY (prod. or1ove)

#hellcore
This that nascar type beat
But we racing on our feet
If he want beef with me
Make a necklace with his teeth
Mumble bout the Ouija, hit delete
I dont care bout what you think
Slipping a cyanide in yo drink
Sleeping six feet deep
Why you acting shady? I might have to run your fade
Please get out my face, just for your own safety
He started twitching now hes reported missing
Making art with the stitching, smell blood when im pissing
New world order underway, the poor 
under enslavement
I dont wanna see another day, just let me kiss the pavement 
Im not patient, take inhalants, kill your body, brain derailment
Split the body of a racist, put him through cremation
Death cult aint with no barking shit
Preaching something holy but im godless kid
Spitting fucking toxic waste drink my pissa
Who the fuck you calling fake? Ironic bitch
Say what you want kid i do my own thing
If you tryna get buck, get stuck i can put yo ass away
Coat my nose, cocaine, psilocybin in my brain 
Live alone like a stray, slowly dying everyday
This that nascar type beat
Hooking bitches by the feet
Im obsessed with the bleed
Kill, cook, eat, repeat
This that ouija type beat
Im too weird for the freaks
Pile of bodies starts to reek
Bitch Ill haunt you in your dreams

N.W.O (prod. schoolshooter)

#hellcore
F R DOUBLE E I Z U N A 
Free Izuna bitch
You bitches smell pussy boy you smell like some tuna fish
E C L I P S E
Eclipse like la luna bitch
Locusts start to swarm and the water turns to red
Sign of the apocalypse 
Stop it bitch
If you aint talking payment ion wanna hear your lips
Wrap around my dick, swallow all of my kids
One more word I’ll blow my lid, your diss was mid
You whining and crying cuz you want to live
Im slashing and dashing, we slaughter the pigs
Die ina ditch
Wrap your lips around the tip of a barrel 
The way that i think it is feral
The reaper is coming for souls singing a carol
They bagging your boy cuz I said so
Maybes its time that you let go
Swallow the lead from my pistol
Your music belongs where my piss go
Im cooking, my spit is just crisco
Im aiming, die to the draco
Yeah lately i do not feel home
Fuckboys get hit with the steel toe
Im lighting up TnT inside of the grabba leaf
No one should envy me, dont know who Ouija be
When I awaken theres lightning and thundering
Cause of your stuttering, bitches just blow to me
I used to work at cook out flipping burgers with no pay out
Now I just stay high and rap about the people that I smoke out
Dont get choked out, caught you lurking you get scoped out

Im taking the scope out, Im taking rope out
Smoked like a bong, gut like a Fronto
You fucking with Ouija then you will get smoked out
Your wasting your breathe stay outta my business bitch
Its time to meet death, there will be no witness
Cutting your power, banging on windows
Lacing your coffee with acid, I call it a freak show
Die alone, Im inside your home

F R E E I Z U N A
Free Izuna bitch
You bitches smell pussy boy you smell like some tuna fish
E C L I P S E
Eclipse like la luna bitch
Locusts start to swarm and the water turns to red
Sign of the apocalypse 
Stop it bitch
If you aint talking payment ion wanna hear your lips
Wrap around my dick, swallow all of my kids
One more word I’ll blow my lid, your diss was mid
You whining and crying cuz you want to live
Im slashing and dashing, we slaughter the pigs
Go die ina ditch

Uncanny Valley (prod. yxnglyz)

kill your local politician ft DEADHEAD (prod. Keramic Tools)

Bitch I feel like Piccolo, talk to demons in my head
Aint no dragon balls or after life, no way to raise the dead s z
In the forest, in the dark, choppa free, infared
Dont let me catch you breathing, Im gon paint the leaves with red
Blow yo legs off Kapkan, surrender in round one
Smoking on that contraband, my brain is going numb
I cant show no love bitch, I just want yo blood
Polluting all the doves, no mortal plan is done
Okay like 
9 to ya dome whatcha gonna do bitch
Reaching for ya phone, who the fuck you gonna call bitch
Bad to the bone, bomb threat at the school bitch
Im outside yo home what you wanna do bitch?
9 to ya dome whatcha gonna do bitch
Ouija got the safety off, i call that shit kill switch
Ouija just might set it off, squeeze it til he dead bitch
9 to ya dome aw shit

9 to ya dome, Mutha fucka who you think you is?
You ain’t bout the life pussy boy, yeah you ain’t about the Bizz
Tryna live that high life cause your talking your way out of the priz
Money, drugs and murder you are nothing but a coward bitch!
Sickly Sickly Syrus mutha fucka! 
I’m that Angel from your nightmares!
Don’t you run away I’m talking to you I can feel your despair! Uh!
B-B-Bitch I feel Master chief, I’m stompin on you grunts!
C-C-Call me a Fucken Aussie mate cause all I see is cunts!
9 to ya dome! Whatchu gonna do bitch?
9 to ya dome! Sickly Syrus got that new shit!
9 to ya dome! Whatchu gonna do bitch?
9 to ya dome! Awe shit!

NO SAFETY FT Sickly Syrus (prod. CRCL)

Blowing a pound in the stu
Yeah bitch The fuck you gon do?
If he running up ima shoot
If I beat yo ass the fuck you gon do?
You talking bout shooting but who?
Yeah bitch Im counting up blues
Im ona booze cruise, the crime scene got blues clues
Taking your lunch money fuck you gon do?
Your bitch is ran through
I stepped on your shoes the fuck you gon do?
You talking bout petty, make yo face messy, keep the blade steady, i hope you are ready, the sword running through 
Your ending is near 
Im running up fear
You talking about me? Im aiming at you
Run
You played with the Ouija and didnt say bye
You cannot fix it, youre out of time
Dropping some acid inside of your eye
Playing real tough, Ill make you cry
I know that you despise me
Breaking you down like Rock Lee
Turn you into swiss cheese
Your whole crew getting bodied
Yeah bitch we coming for you
Lining em up and i shoot
Yeah bitch the fuck you gon do?
Running round town in the coupe
I got my dawg with me too
He turning yo ass into food
Bitch im feeling brand new
Im severing ties, im brainwashing minds, im planting some mines, im sizing you up and stealing your bride, im robbing you blind
Dont ask what im gonna do
Sippin on pesticide too
Nitro been tying a noose
Bitch you might hang from the roof
Bugs in my teeth, bugs in my eyes
Bitch you can call me Lord of the Flies
Chasing down bitches with tape and a knife
No one can stop me, no god or no demon, the reason for the bleeding is so I can see it, the hatred im feeding is growing each season, no deity I can believe in except for myself, if he wants to see me Ill have that boy screaming for help

WYGD? (prod. rxdfxck)

Anubis (prod. zenosynth)

False Reality feat Sickly Syrus & MVKSO (prod. Zyller & Zeppelin)

No problem, Im see you in the next life
Coffin, banging on the inside, dont bother
Please just let me suffocate, no savior
The pain just makes me salivate
No slack on the beat, dont repeat, it just gets basic
Chloroform to make you sleep, Im cutting up please lay still
GTA wasted, a militant face lift, voluntary patient, formaldehyde injection
Specialize in live dissection, tons of people missing
Teaching of the mutilation, how i think is twisted
The snakes are always hissing, pay no mind to bitches dissing
Leglock, bone snap, hards are dripping blood 
You dont owe nobody shit, so dont show no body love
Turn no cheek, make them pay it back in blood
We gone send em up, buried in the mud
Hear the bodies dropping? You can hear the corpse thud
No problem, Im see you in the next lifea Popo
Coffin, banging on the inside, dont bother
Please just let me suffocate, no savior
The pain just makes me salivate 
Clearing out my head with a sawed off shotgun
Bitch Ill make you see red, pop you like a lozenge
How am I not dead? Bloodstream filled with toxins
Is anybody watching? I feel you fucking stalking
I hate all these blue coats, these piggys are for bleeding
You faggots into cuckold, you into that simping shit
Im pushing you to lose hope, Ill send yo ass home limping
Your life unfolds realize that nothings working kid

Born in Blood (prod. delixe)

Nitro with the pole, let it go, split yo cabbage
Savage with the XD in yo home, drop a package
Nitro cell yo residence no reason to feel bad bitch
Scavenge all your organs, you a donor to the rich bitch

Wondering where do I go? I do not know, stuck in a hole
I can’t explain shit, living life aimless
Jump off the roof head first to the pavement
Find me brainless 
Scrape up the rest of me, add to a recipe, food for the family 
Nothing is wrong with me, remember them telling me?
Hold nothing back, hold nothing back
Lay on a train track and wait til it pass
Mauled like a stray cat, bitch you cant take that
Hammer causing jaw slack death to the mass
Swerving down 95 until I crash
Not feeling these posers, fake like some Stouffers 
Stand in the way then bitch get ran over
Where do I go? I do not know I got no home, no place left to go

My heart gets to racing, I plan on erasing this planet and everything on it, if I was the president I would just bomb us, you dont believe the end is upon us, nothing can free us, run with the heathens, inside of my mind, I call them my demons but they are my reason for pushing and bleeding until I just drop, my death is conceded

Nitro with the pole, let it go, split yo cabbage
Savage with the XD in yo home, drop a package
Nitro cell yo residence no reason to feel bad bitch
Scavenge all your organs, you a donor to the rich bitch

Whipping past the function in my 93 chevy
Crashed my old nissan whipping inside Richmond city
Talking about shooting, bitch Ill harvest both your kidneys
MK Ultra break my mind, a slave to illuminati

AUTOPSY (prod. TAOCHI)

JUICEWRLD TRIBUTE

THEY WANT TO SEE BLOOD
I GIVE THEM BLOOD

KNVCKIFYOVBVCK REMIX FT ZILLVH

Straight to the back, Im running them packs
Never do lack, all of you slack when comparing
How you do that? Im fucking the scene, please stop the staring 
Letting them free, watching them flee, airing it out and tucking the piece
No resting in peace, upside down cross and Im throwing up 3’s
The devil in me scratched his way out, lets go on a spree
Snatching off heads and tasting the bleed, continue with glee
Counting the people still lost in the debris
Watch me bang
Give me some opium or amphetamine
Death guaranteed
Ketamine therapy
King of the underworld top nominee a
Mark of the beast and I chose seventeen
Take mescaline and then play in the street
Listen to me and then die on your knees
Stare at the sky but you better not scream
Let them hang
Im hoping that we all go fucking extinct
Im hoping that we all get to taste the bleed
Im praying that none of you rest in peace
Im saying that none of you should exist
You think Im wrong, you can eat my dick
Rather be gone than live like this bitch

Rest in piss, die in a ditch, fall your to fix, you given up yet
Stop having kids, let us die out, reach into your ribs, pull your lungs out
Watching you struggle and foam at the mouth 
Try not to smile while you trying to shout
The kids had to see that, they sit on the coach
Gutting the carcasses, tearing shit out
Maybe Ill go and just blow up the house
I want to kill freely, dont want no damn clout
What went wrong to send me this route?

I dont know 

Rusty old chainsaw to help rip your face off
Take both of your arms off to help get the weight off
Helplessly stray off, you die in the rainfall
Made it to death row, it all paid off

17 (prod. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

Breaking out the cage bitch you pussies get done up
I got the real ones raging we gon fuck shit up
If you thought you was a threat to me, get to all the silencing
Posted at yo villa we gon let them things sing
Im at yo throat again tearing til your lifeless
Act up like a hooligan snap you like you spineless coward
Match my fucking power, beat a fuckboy with my fist, slide the razer down your wrist, the taste i leave is sour
Killing all the kids with the pumped up kicks
Why let them live? we all die in the end
Ouijas such a villain cuz these humans got me livid
I cant stand to see you living
Say goodbye to your children
You can visit in a vision maybe haunt them through the television 
Mental prison, white walls, tunnel vision, satans calling, new mission
Count your blessings, keep protection, keep these fuckers guessing
If you gotta problem we can solve it
got yo name on this deathbed we gon leave yo body breathless 
Weightless and helpless, i just wanna taste test
My mental state is deathless so Nitros fucking ruthless
He was tryna talk it out, clueless, Im ripping til hes fleshless
You wanna catch a fade but dont wanna catch no case
You gon catch these fucking bullets from the .45 on my waist
You wanna catch a fade but dont wanna catch no case
You gon catch these fucking bullets from the .45 on my waist
Fire in my veins LSD up in my face
Defaced, erased, nothing goes to waste
Consuming all your organs, I wont leave a single trace
War between the states, can we end this fucking race?
Acting like we are the same, but to me you look plain
You tryna be about it better stay in your own lane
Whats his fucking name? Tag the body where he lay
Pulling out your arteries I hope you feel this pain
Hang you like a bike rack, capture stupid bitches You cant have your wife back, shes scattered in the ditches
My favorite thing excisions, get to skinning, 
No decisions, no revision, with precision make incisions, help me push the mission
Driven by delusion, fuck religion, no illusions
Premonition repetition, politician deposition
Throw them in the prison, malnutrition
Human hatred disposition 
Bitch Ill make you all go missing

mental asylum anthem (prod. DiMEBAGGiE) #HELLCORE #XTREMETRAP

Fenty in my belly bitch, please dont hit my telly bitch
Humans in the deli, got more bodies to get ready bitch
Fuck a fist fight, Ima shoot yo ass like Melly bitch
Fuck a politician, I dont fuck with Machiavelli bitch
Got you nervous throw up spaghetti
Ina celly, make you messy, wish you never met me
Make you eat a centipede, better help your friend in need
Smoking on synthetic weed, eat your torso piece by piece
Bust my brains on repeat, push yo wig back, it recedes
Throw you in the gravity, dont run from me, ill make you bleed 
They gon have to identify yo motherfucking body
Peeling off my skin aint nobody gonna stop me
You thought Id let that slide then you really do not know me
I really am not rocking with none of you carbon copies
Leave a riddle in the lobby, bloody handprints like a zombie
She said baby call me I said bitch come and claw me, Ima hurt you and yo mommy
Beat in heads, Im still stomping
If you dumb enough to rob me, then these bullets and yo jaw meet
Casket in the ground cuz bitch we got too slimey

FUCK A FIST FIGHT ft InfernalFr4n (prod. guardian) #HELLCORE #XTREMETRAP

Ima pale face killa with the no heart drillas
Hanging with Godzilla, Im a self made hitta
You smell sweet like vanilla boy you know you not a Trilla
You know nobody realer, send the body out to clean up
Pale face killer shred til you splinters
Dead eyed sinner with nothing left to give her
Ima fucked up, shitfaced, smoked out skinner
Cant give a fuck if I cheat, if she do cant forgive herze

Im a bastard son, blow smoke in your face
If you got an issue with the Ouija, grab the board then come and see me
Praise the dying sun, why the talent always dying young?
Hydrocodone, Im in slow mo, I might take every single one

Blunting the blade, slice up your face, Ill make sure its bloody and bruised 
Touch and decay, you shouldve obeyed, Im Tomura, chaos the path that I choose
Selling the teenagers K2, the shrooms that I gave you were fake too, killing like cancer, its stage 2,
I want you to know that I hate you

Hold these clips uh make it on a list uh
Kill so many people they gon think it was a cinema
Cut your wrist uh, spitting with a lisp uh
Sorry I cant slave away working for the minimum 

Bitch we accurate, shooting out the Acura
Deadly like Madara, your whole squad is just like Sakura
Useless fucking actor uh you dont really matter uh
Im whippin up the fallen victims, serve them on a platter, uh

#FREEMARTIN (prod. ohbats)

Last year I had no goals, no way to get up on my own
This year its back to back track attack I dont pick up the phone
No fear lil bitch I walk this path I go through life alone
Rearview mirror fill with blue lights, downshift gears and then Im gone
I dont need no fucking party bitch I do my drugs alone
Posted up in the 804, stoned, its 9 in my timezone
Last week I lost my job, got no bread im sleeping on the floor
Sometimes when I get high I lace myself just to be a drone
Yeah Ouija feeling helpless, destroyed my frontal lobe
LSD on the tongue, if you see me dont approach
Last month i took a trip, oh shit i took some methylone
Overcoat carrying uzi with a red dot army scope
Something for rats to feed on, are they cannibals if they eat you.
This not a movie no rewind, this something you have to live through 
I want to kill all of mankind, i know that i have to die too
Ouija is calling for genocide, im calling for comets or nukes
I need me a gun, you peewee Im up, my draco potato, its silent
Love when they run, this music for fun, stuck in a rut but im climbing
There is no love, dont get fucked up, I do not bark, Ouija biting
Tell me a lie, take out your eyes
Goodbye to your sight, bitch say goodnight
Bitch I pray to nothing, forsaken and sedated 
Break yo back for fake friends, some shit ill never do
Every day that I awaken, go through life with blank face, grenades strapped to my waist, 
waiting for my doom
We are all godless, searching for a purpose, humans are a fucked race, i hope we all die soon
Yung Nitro sadist, Bitch I am a tryant, set myself ablaze with whats inside my room
Take you underneath, below the city streets
Tie you to a pipe and leave you there to bleed
If you really think im kidding you should prolly fucking leave
Im preying on these pervs, ill put you six feet deep creep

ATTACK ATTACK! (prod. Requiem Cult)

Yeah whats up bitch aint no love
Proceed with caution no god above
Yeah whats up kid thought you toughl
If anybody want shit, come run it up
You talking about a new stick, let it buss
I know my doggys got me, don’t get fucked up
You might catch me on the news but wont be caught dead watching it
I might turn Vegeta, go berserk on that bitch
Pissed off, feel like Guts get snapped at like a stick
Like a twig, like cig, bitch its play time, Im like Sid you like play-doh 
They want lil Ouija locked up bitch I cannot go
Dont know what to make of it, I know I dont feel home
Who are you to tell me that I do not have a soul
Sold that shit Satan, when the fuck am I gon use that hoe?
Shooters on a pay roll, shooting for a bank roll
You should try to lay low, Chief Im giving Halos
Rockets out the Wraith let em go let em blow
Cock it at the base watch em blow watch em go home
You aint even click but you talking all that shit
You dont even know what i sound like bitch
Bitch you feeling froggy then leap change the bloody sheets
Only 6 feet I can give you is that 6 feet deep
Arranging your block no rubik, aim at the heart like Im cupid, looking at me like im stupid
My nightmares becoming real lucid

As Above, So Below (prod. Coleslaw)

HAUNTED ft Beauxx (prod. Vince.m10)

Bitch say what? Dont buck up
choppa with extension, ammo eatin out his guts 
Get fucked up, acting real tough
Swerving off the xanny, DUI, hit and run
Aye run around with missing, we go one for one
Most you faggots phony, ima stab you in the gut
You dont really know me hoe, do not fucking bro me um
Doing all that talking shit I show no love
im a little fucked up, i love it when they run
If you wanna play me, grab the board and have some fun
Threaten, do not phase me, he shouldve fucking swung
He didnt get the chance to, beat him til he dump
He crying like a bitch boy, hes yelling for his mom
Pussy screaming save me but nobodies gonna come
Yeah he was safe til he tried pop off
He kept saying wait, so i blew his fucking face off
I aint pull up in no phantom, I aint pull up in no ghost
Moving like a parasite, leeching off the host
I can pull up with the butterfly knife, I can pull up with that pole
Slice you like a reaper scythe, Im here to eat yo soul
Bitch fuck you
, find yo son, hes black and blue
Block out sun, the world is doomed
Ima fool for ever trusting you 
Fuck that bitch and fuck you too
Slipping victims ricin then I leave em in the mud
Tricking bitches, slicing, Ouija stealing all their guts
Red dot like its hindu, mark the spot to spill  some blood
Corpses be my hobby, it time to cut em up
Ima have his body hooked hanging like an ornament
If anybody saw me ima visit like the boogeyman
weed got me numb spinning like a ceiling fan
Bullets got him dancing dumb looking like the running man

PLEASE RUN UP!

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 shit, 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)

Bitch Ima punkstar, you pussies cant over me
Lets just start a race war, show them no mercy
Bitch Im on yo block, spinning like a rotary
Ouija always smoked out, I could never stop the weed

No, blowing green, blow my brains away
Rot my frontal lobe, no more function, only pure hate
No, show no love to these fucking fakes
I cant trust, fuck my blood, I cant wait to pass away

Ive been rising up out the ash of a lost world
I might check you in your chest, I know you wanna hurl
We dont know shit, so much left unexplored
Shotty to your stomach, shelly make yo body curl

Nick nack, patty wack, put it to his dome
Hit him in his rib, he done met his death
Homie got him back doored, loose in his home
Titanic, Ima wreck dat, take your last breath

Doing what I want, Im not no kid
Tripping when I stunt, blunt enormous 
Killing my kidneys, Im pouring a 5th
Attacking my liver, the pills that I mix

All alone in an empty room I think ill go insane
Nothing but that pressure bitch I’ll make you feel this pain
We havent since talked high school What the fuck has changed?
You pussies cant fool me, you pussies all losing

This might make you puke, look away from this part
Laid out in the corner, eating out his heart 
Laying in some bloody puddles, loving the dark
Please dont turn away, I love this part

Genocidal Tendencies (prod. Zodiacc)

Menacing habit, shifting through pills in the medicine cabinet
Menacing habit, Weapons on weaponry, we tune it to tragic
Beat with the bottle of Hennessy faggot
Swallow the dirt and you sleep with the maggots
Im at the graves, gripping a gadget
Going to sleep with the gun under mattress

Ill make you kill yourself, you fuck with the Nitro or fuck with the Laxative
Bitch I am Ouija, no threats that Im seeing, Im pissing on all these tracks you did
I know that you watching, you plotting and scheming, you hoping you catching me lack ya dig?
You really a poser, ran over, kill dozer, you faking just some plastics tits

Menacing habit, shifting through pills in the medicine cabinet
Menacing habit, Weapons on weaponry, we tune it to tragic
Beat with the bottle of Hennessy faggot
Swallow the dirt and you sleep with the maggots
Im at the graves, gripping a gadget
Going to sleep with the gun under mattress

Kill shit, bleed red
Number one dead head
12 at the door its gon be a dead fed
If I had a kid Id be a dead beat
Blow my brain, Kurt Cobain
Time stone put it on repeat
Stepping in your nightmares bitch Ill see you in your dreams
Ouija do not care, bitch the corpses start to reek
Bleaching all my sinks before the blood starts to seep
Collecting dead man teeth, who is next? Lets just see

I was on my evil shit just the other day
Waiting for the Ouija to come out and play
I was on my evil shit just the other day
Waiting for the Ouija to come out and play

Medicine Cabinet (prod. Zodiacc)

How the fuck ya feeling kid? Did you know youll die today?
Im back on my villain shit, tryna fill my fucking plate
Stacking the heads the ceiling I did, just so you know we dont play
Motherfuckers know who Ouija is, dont play no fucking games

Psycho, maniac I don’t know how to act
Yeah I see how you acting up on stage but are you like that?
Vanguard, Black Rock, I just want my life back
Up it with no recoil, shooting like a strike pack

Breath froze, no hoes, no goals just a hole 
where my soul should be
Im antisocially, Im not friendly
Dont come close to me, theres no remedy
Lethal poisoning 

Ill do anything to make you fuckers hate me
King of doom, God of gloom, basically the same thing
I know that you’d try anything attempting just to break me
Left my world in ruin and Im here to do the same thing

Dumb
Dumbing down the population, food taste like chemicals
You cant handle confrontation, he aint got no testicles
Civilians to Generals, the target are the federals
My methods arent ethical, I cut until its dull

Marksman with the nine millimeter I’m a glocksmith
Nothing that you do really matter, so do fuck shit
World so cold, grab a heater, self protection 
Please give me the chair, I want death injection

Lethal Injection (prod. Zodiacc)

Rolling up flipping the bird, fuck what you heard, dont fuck with these bitches I swerve
You talking that shit its absurd, what is the word 
You acting, you sweeter than nerds
Holding you under submerge, the piggys disturbed, you thought you were crazy but Ouija is worse
Biting the bullet til I hit the dirt
Getting to close to me might get you burnt

Im going hard, Im mixing new paint
Pen to the paper, got pain in my brain
Making my to the white house, lets all paint it all red like a cut open vein
Mixing the weed and I gotta new strain
Im not getting married unless its the Jane
The way I be talking and moving and shitting on fuckboys I know Im insane


The devils in my mind, infecting every thought
Who are you pressing me? Walk how you talk
You pussies depressing me, hang on a knot
You fell off upsettingly, your numbers have dropped

You asking me please can you carry me?
You are not like me, you see yourself highly
Im just getting high, dont roll it up tightly 
Carefully bury me, roses and THC

All of you needing some inspo, I got all my inspo, I copy myself
Some of you wanting some issues, your family got tissues, Ill see you in hell

The way this is going I wont need no bail
Break in your window like its raining hail
Sending a bomb to you through the mail
Ripping your skin off like fish with the scales

Devils in My Mind (prod. Zodiacc & AKbeats)

Too bad, Ouija picking through the maggots
Yeah Im fucked, on the beat bitch Im lagging
Spitting fire, lil Gami like a dragon, stabbin
Dont lack, like the knowledge of your father thats absent

Oh look, another fucking darkie clone
That’s why your slut gotta motherfucking silicone 
Missile from my arsenal gon kiss you like the mistletoe
10-57, come find my manifesto 

Knee down on his neck bitch I treat em like he George Floyd

Cast away everything, cynical, gone til I D.I.E. missing or dead to me, thrown to the void
Pressing my palms to each other, I study the books and Im asking Poseidon to take the whole world
The prophecies something that no one avoids

Devoid of all reasoning, scratch at my dome
Dig my nails deeper until I reach bone
Carving my skull like a pumpkin, the guts always dumping, you nothing but bugs to me, switch up your tone

Uh what the fuck bitch Im drowning in blood
Genocidal yeah I do this for fun
Backwoods on the backroads, bitch I’m sparking a blunt
Pop a bitches cherry tree, she bleed from her cunt

Grab your esophagus, hatred is bottomless, thought that you wanted this, lay in the serpent pit, 
Die with the rest of em, we made you sarcophagus, cannons like Optimus, hang out of the whip,

Too bad, Ouija picking through the maggots
Yeah Im fucked, on the beat bitch Im lagging
Spitting fire, Gami like a dragon, stabbin
Dont lack, like the knowledge of your father thats absent

Centuries of Suffering (prod. Blunt Christ)

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1/4 of Zero Mortals
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