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Leave Me Alone, Late Night Thought's (Feat Desu the heathen)

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HOAX X BAKRI11 - WARPATH

Im iller than salmonella 
Ouija set the tone no Ghostface Killah
Shout out my boy $now, you aint really fucking wit him
Posted with the bro got the black Beretta, Im fed up

Headshot Im sending you home
Deadlocked Im aiming the chrome
Bitch talk you talk thru the phone
Wig walk Im splitting your dome

Living with one from the gun to the head Abundance of the blood and tears ive shed
3 days in the grave and I rose from the dead
I dont feel nothing except for this dread

No living soul is accepted, these people demented, Im praising the lead
Blood running thinner, the Ouija weed killer, my final goal is to paint the town red

Stunt ona feat for free? Not me talk money or dont talk to me
In the cut like some blood Ouija staining all the leaves
Missing in this bitch I aint ever gon leave

Happiness dont exist no more but Im glad i dont waste my time
Bitch i lied I am not fine, Ima kneel down infront of the nine
Id rather kick the bucket than kick it with you lames, Im a vet up in hell, thriving through the pain
You fucking with Ouijaboy you fucking with the mane
Twisted in the mind, twisted how Im in my lane
Shame, leave the world inflames, I dont wanna play this game but we all to blame
Spiral down the drain
We aint saving nothing, might as well go pray

A Constant State Of Worst Case Scenario

Straying from the path, fucked the plan up but Im 
not afraid, admit I need man up
What the fuck you got to tell your grandsons? Damn son, lamb guts, fucking with the cult, Charles Manson
Find me in a box underneath, under pyramids where the ground freezes
With a scroll sitting at my feet that reads
Thou shall not rest in peace
Rest in pieces, and for any other soul that reads this, repeat this, I dont wanna live another weekend, I wanna go where time ceases
In the cracks, in the crevice, in the creases, and by the time that you see this, your soul will have been leaving, mind stuck here, endless seasons

If you never wanna end up like we did
Kill yourself before you get reason
Colder than that motherfucker Frozone, most dont, recognize I crept in the photo, hoes go, life is like a movie, mine in slow mo, so low, solo blowing holes in the ozone, oh no 
Its prolly impossible, comical that I could make it out
But Ouija no squeegee see yet Im working myself in the ground
Medusa medulas, Im getting stoned from blowing loud
No Fat Nick, no Pouya, my boys gone buffet when Im found

Dont come around just for the party if you wasnt around for the starving
Marvin with the motherfucking Martians, chiefing green I picked up out the carpet
Vacuumed with a sock then I sparked it, I just need a little hit, Im not the smartest
Im not fucking with you posers always larping
You aint seen no darkness

Drowned in the sea tryna part it, find me at the bottom of the Arctic
Left out in the deep end from the garden I have eaten, my relationship with demons symbiotic 
Our life aint got no meaning, got no dignity, demeaning, our creator prolly seething, thinking humans idiotic

Happiness Comes With A Price, Mine Is $150

written and performed by fxckjamie
produced by fxckjamie & vexd
cover art by gekxta

BROKEN GLASS [PROD. FXCKJAMiE & VEXD]

Im sadistic, I’m straight up vicious, no rest for the wicked
Missing on top you bitches with nails in your wrist and
A nail in just where your kicks been, crucifixion
A pigs pen the way that we living, think death is my mission
Pulling up
Black out my body I’m hooded up
The green that I carry be smelling like berries, the strawberry goji I’m rolling up
Like absent father not showing up, theres levels to hell and I leveled up
Damn near a deadbeat, if its getting ugly you know that the Ouija is pulling up, what the fuck
Slamming the gas with my foot on the brake
Making no progress for my fucking sake
Dead is my exit there is no debate, head on a plate
Rapping bout ice like you was an immigrant
Head on a spike if you want to get into it
Come talking money like I was from Intuit
Blow up a stadium just like Vegeta did
Being rich i know ain’t shit but I could afford my fix
Oxycontin or suboxone, what’s the problem if i lived?
If the coffin comes to claim me, its okay I want it often
Often nauseous, vomit toxins, life is what my fixes cost me, begging to off me
Scrape the blade, yank the chain then decay
Don’t obey, end your day, youre dead to me

Life Is A Game That No One Ever Wins

Zapman

(HOOK)
KETAMINE: 
WELCOME TO CROOKLYN 
GANG SHIT 
LAMES DIP 
 SCUM AROUND DONT PLAY BITCH
LET THAT K RIP 
DESECRATE LIMBS IF YOU SAY SHIT (x4)

KETAMINE VERSE 1:
COMIN FROM THE CRYPT
BANG BANG WHEN I CLICK 
KILL YO WHOLE DAMN CLIQUE BRO
SHIT AINT THE SAME FUCKAS SOFT NOWADAYS 
FUCKAS RATHER OFF THEY SELF 
NO WILL 
I BEEN ON THE PROWL FOR THE PACK AND THE BILLS
NEVER TRUST SOULS 
E FRIENDS NEVER REAL 
BITCH I SEE THROUGH THE VEIL 
 WANNA SPEAK  LIKE THEY ONE WIT THE TEAM ARE THESE LEECHES FOR REAL 

ADRiFT:
KEEPING ANXIETY SECRET 
I’M LIVING FOR REASONS THAT I ONLY UNDERSTAND 
STAND IN THE MATTER 
A LADDER WILL SINK ME 
AN ANCHOR WILL RAISE ME 
A SCURRYING PHANTOM
IM GATHERING WISHES TO GRANT ME VANISH 
CROW IN MY WINDOW AND THAT WINDOW IS MY IRIS 
EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE FAMOUS 
TRADING EVERYTHING FOR A LiE TODAY
REALiZE WE ARE ASH ON OUR BIRTHING DAY 
 
(HOOK)
KETAMINE: 
WELCOME TO CROOKLYN 
GANG SHIT 
LAMES DIP 
 SCUM AROUND DONT PLAY BITCH
LET THAT K RIP 
DESECRATE LIMBS IF YOU SAY SHIT (x4)

INTROVERTED OVERTHINKER
MIND IS A WAND 
I’M THE MIST OF THESE YELLOW LIT GRAVEL STREAMS 
SCREAMS UNHEARD 
I LUST FOR BLOOD OF WOMEN 
GIVE ME SEX WHERE CARVING OUT MY HEART TO HIDE INSIDE YO WOMB 
GROOM MY MANE WITH HEXING FINGERS 
BLACK TONGUE RISES 
HIDING IN THA OF A BUNKER SLAYING

KETAMINE VERSE 2: 
DEATH FROM ABOVE 
STEP UP FUCK BOI 
BRINGA REIGN OF SHELLS LIKE A PAVELOW
CLEARIN YOU SCUM LIKE 
DRAINO 
BITCH I MAKE YOU SURE YOU FOLD 
WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE 
IS MURDEROUS STRIKES LIKE IKE
ALL THESS HOES ACTIN TRIFE
CALL ME SCISSOR HANDS
EVERYTHANG THAT I TOUCH GET CUT SMOKE A FOE LIKE A DUTCH 
NEVA RELOAD BITCH I ONLY RE UP
WHAT

Welcome To Crooklyn [Prod. 5:10]

Loose Lips (feat. gullyspit)

Lyrics:

BRUUDE
Taste the words from my mouth 
Bring her back from the skies 
All this hurt all these lies
All these tears never cried
break the heavens with your smile 
Watch it all come crashing down 
Reunited soon too die
As the end is close in sight 
No regrets troubles my mind
I’ve never felt more alive 
Embrace the moment as it is
Cuz after this I won’t exist 
I feel the air with every breath 
I am not afraid of death
I accept 
Put me to rest
Cuz this life’s a mess

SULPH
Rotting away, pulling my hair out of shame.
What we are. 
Holding our pride tight in our arms.
Caressing it with all our heart.
Human status is all that we have. 
We are just earth's rash. 
Till we're scratched off dead. 
We're getting picked off one by one. 
Doesn't really matter if we run. 
Time will even shatter our sun. 
So stop complaining, you stuck up cunt. 
We all had our time, we all did our crimes, 
so don't act like, your death isn't right, 
give us your life, say your goodbyes, 
be thankful, that we took your lies.

WAILS OV SORROW Ft. SULPH (Prod. Wr1th3r)

Are we having fun yet?
Produced by: @obssscure
Lyrics:
I Handle suppressors that man gonna enter
He slip out the cut put that Hand in the blender
We Gonna pop out we demanding an answer
To nothing compliance becoming my standard

Lil ways
I got all these shits to make
Bitch I fuck around she giving top while on the interstate
I'm about to eat from all the items on your dinner plate
Now I'm feeling hungry mother fucker gonna slip away

Now I got bugs
Now I got slugs
He was just talking but now he be done
I dont need love
I dont need drugs
I just need homie to shut the fuck up

Like why is he speaking hes spoken enough
Boy get a beating like he be a drum
Broke the machine and we taking the sum
Like What is he pulling we put on the gloves

We gon dump his weight off
Make the rounds and break off
Put the pressure on a leech
And we cut the snake off

Dont get caught in the cross hairs uhh
pull up bitch and it's all air uhh
So much grind that it's not fair uhh
Up on your house and we stop there uhh

Say that your homies all brought they guns
Dont see shit
Cept your all scared fuck
Bitch wanna see you prepared for none
No witness gonna tell no one

A Constant State Of Worst Case Scenario

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]