Prod. @yungmuppy

LYRICS:
hook: 
lil bitch pipe down 
i ain’t gon take shit  
if you keep talking end up a patient
please be quiet
dont make a statement 
we gon riot, death of a nation
rest in piss 
fuck Ronald Reagan
terrorist outta the basement
y’all wanna fuck w me  shit is so blatant 
Im violent impatient 

Bridge:
really wanna burn shit, cut shit, break shit, fuck shit
proceed to the scene with caution 
hate shit when you got no options
make shit  brains off toxins 

you ain’t got money the man gonna auction 
new grip cause the place been rotten 
what’s a pig to a long range carbon
pull up my boot straps I’m gonna stomp shit 

Verse: 

we like the  weeds in the concrete 
we like to shoot at police 
we just aim at there white sheets 
panic and crises 
upping the crime rate like it’s the 90s
upping the crime rate filling the pit with guerllias 
we started speaking , they wanna kill us
cigarettes stains, empty syringes
die for a wage , kill for the riches

kidnap, ransom, break shit , Samson
fuck pigs, bust back, kill shit and sum

phone tap feds on
take shit rents gone 
hit licks fight back
take shit withdrawn 

~Hook again~
~Bridge again~

outro:
hit em in the street 
them sirens ranging 
they go they go they go they go

Rest In Piss Prod. Muppy

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT
@luiscansino

Hung Up

Intro:
He's lost himself in the dark swirling abyss
Is He a man or a monster?
God Says Please Dont go to Hell

Verse 1:
smile wide lemme see those fucking pearly whites 
in the city with the rats and little dirty mites
saw tooth on the blade that’s a dirty fight 
big boot to the face that’s a kiss goodnight 
breath deep don’t let that fucking roach die
in my finger tips the ashes covered both sides 
you in her dms and I’m sliding in her throat right 
you carpe diem till they show you where rope tie
now imma need to yall to please shut that fucking mouth 
underground all I see is fucking circus clowns 
need an ounce and some woods 
kick my feet up 
hit me with those eyes
and I know I’m about to beat it up
on that crime wave flow 
I’m on that punishment 
no one better then
line em up and let it spin 
i don’t see the benefit 
your persona secondhand
living on the blacklist
gullyspit is contraband 

wake up 
this is Disneyland with dirty needles
from the terror need a girl who can inhale my evil
big teeth skin mask kerosene rag
hang me on the rack with the other shiny pretty people 

Bridge:
everything is sweating 
everything is burning up 
everything is less than 
everything is dirty cup
everything is fucking piss
everything is rot
everything is bullets 
everything is getting fucking shot

starting running

Verse 2:
evil messages been wrapped up in that bottle
indulging every word 
till it’s exploited like a brothel 
every curve is cut with swords
as bending knees prepare to grovel
the written law is  war
angry hordes are getting hostile 
but that’s not my problem 
I got my head down in the sand my lord
one hundred years of solitude 
to get those fruit in stores
violent heads with busy hands
banana clips and gore 
they can’t trap it in that bottle 
once it’s spoke the word is born 
empty houses 
full of smoke and rotten plaster
every minute I’m awake I’m drifting 
straight towards disaster 
rotten food atop the platters
pills get broken in my body like fracture 
a bullet to my head all thanks to thatcher 
a pound of gold 
for every dead politician on my doorstep
that’s a joke
don’t get your little necks contorted 
train spotting get your spirit
drawn and quartered 
they said focus on your breathing
nevermind the water boarding

THE MACHINES ALREADY DEAD

Hung Up

Hung Up w/Cansino

BLADEHIIT

BLADEHIIT FT. LXXIV + TR3

prod. VEINN & CASTLECORPS

Lyrics:

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

Neck yourself
Making me laugh you think a vest will help
Hahaha
Might wanna check yourself
Like you was putting something Nike on
One call green light and we get 'em gone
Mason Margiela sweater stepping in some Louboutins
Its umbrella weather waiting for the slip and fall

(But wait, there's more)

I'm the best it's irrefutable
Pressure point squeezing your cuticle
I got you inside the palm of my hand
Blick take you to prom it want you to dance
Rubber wrapped around my dozens of bands
I'm up
None of you got any fans you suck
I mean ones that are real
You got IG followers but not any skill
That's why i gap y'all
Add an E i'm thick as hell (gape)
New gap I just hit it and it fucking swelled
I'm an attack dog back off
Hit you with the chopper like a blackhawk
Ass off what I had to work
I'm boutta blast off like im off of earth
And I just laugh all day at you ants
Peons
Know that y'all tryna jack what I be on
Laser came with the stick it's neon
The only thought in my head that keeps going is-

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

2025

2025 (feat. NIKKO)

G17 (PROD. TRULIFE)

Colder than a blizzard, ice my veins im not no lizard
You garbage like you litter, the triple six wizard
Survival of the Fittest, Mobb Deep code switcher
Teachings of Abaddon, a blackened soul stealer
Retarded ass
Motherfucker find the body at the underpass
Pipe bombs using nails and some shattered glass
Impact akin to a sonic blast, piss black from laced packs, my time has passed
Sicker than coronavirus, please just keep your distance
Its a issue if you expect me to be you piss ants
Fuck you and your whole crew, you wont ever be like Missing
Cutthroat must’ve cut like butter, deep with clean incisions
666 soldier
Flip phone i can fold ya
Mental like an illness, man this sickness caused a coma
You copying, you opposite like polar, solar
Flaring motherfuckers do not roll up, hold up
Weed smellin, non felon, wont see heaven
Just my clique repping, Ima bastard, whys it matter if I live reckless? We all die in the end, bitch I been testing, my methods send a message, listen children

If you say you’d die for me I’ll put you in a casket,
I need you to kill for me not fall in with the masses,
Missing people we are all over the globe we massive,
So if you step up to the team we will turn you all to ashes,
This shit is dust to dust, 
my bullets are full of rust,
Friends aren’t the ones you trust,
So Watch your back out in the cut,
I’ll see you out in the mud,
Blade up to the bloody sun,
I don’t need your permission to kill a fake stab em in the gut,
Masochistic suicide,
These fuck boys tryna kill my vibe,
I don’t need you inside my life,
So fuck off for I waste my time,
I’ll put this bullet in your mind,
To make you think of every time,
You stabbed me the back and wouldn’t look me in my fucking eyes

Rare Case of a Necessary Death (prod. Sphynx)

A serpent thats speaking in tongues, slithering
Why are you flexing fake guns? Interesting 
Black out my body no nun, invisible
Black like the resin, my lungs need medical
Criminal, cycles of torment perpetual
Moving up surgery schedules
Scalpel and forceps professional, technically technical, tec-9 new funeral, different colored xanax it’s beautiful, anything numbing is suitable, new day, same pain, im miserable
Last bar had too many syllables, rewrote to come out more cynical, save face is something Ill never do, who the fuck you think you better than? Who
Dont bump ya gums ill dump my guns, you pumping nun, whole body numb
Ill stomp your son, you meet the drum, you fucking bum, Im one of one
Ill puncture lungs from blowing tons of OG Skunk through fucking blunts
Whys there so much punk bitches underground all you do is front?
Whats shaking? Hit pavement not minding your business
Fuck all the settling differences
All that i want is my version of Icarus 
Misfortune lets torture the innocent
Cross me you get put up on a T not talking bout no shirt
Lately I’ve been locked in on some nasty human butcher work
Headed to my favorite place to bag a brain, display the hurt
Posted like its GTA with RPGs outside the church
Learn
From all the bridges you burned, dispersed in the back of a hearse
You wanna be clever get body parts severed, get put in earth with the worms
This is the sermon
Im barely seen a person, I know that it really could worsen
Live with no purpose, Im worthless, the way that this ends up just send in the nurses 
Please dont resuscitate, please dont reverse this
Swerving the hearse Ill succumb to my curses
Lurk in the night wrap my mind with a turban

From Where I'm Standing, There Is No God In Sight

Hash smoking hazard, axe swinging slasher
Smashed then I stabbed her, taste blood right after
Junkie motherfucker I aint tryna look dapper 
Bagging up the body parts the fridge is where i stashed her

Gossiping talking bout who dat? Thinking shit sweet but they know though
Nitro the psycho with skin mask, need some more skin for the coat though
Wait til i come with my crew back, ouijaboy solo these hoes know
Hearing the shots from two tap, Casper he turned to a ghost oh

Im giving yall the anecdote, my blood type needs an antidote
And do not ask me if i voted, feeble people, sheeple showing
Buss it then I hand it over, police cannot give no closure
Obvious I cant be sober, creeping, seeking sinking slower

Duck, fucked up, its like knuck if you buck
Tummy tuck from the mutt, feel the twisting in yo gut
Like whats up? i say jump, and that fuckboy aint did none
Man these pussies aint no fun, maybe its they time of month

Period blood like he leaking, cuz he’s retarded he must
Believe that he’s safe in the deep end, sharks in the water he’s stuck
I think I just made him anemic due to the fluids he lost
Fatigued and his body starts seizing, I think that he ran out of luck

Fuck the clizzout, from the sizzouth
Chelsea Grin that motherfucker cut up in the mizzouth
Screaming at the extra voices, hell I’ll never get out
Toxins on the tongue and it’s too late you can’t spit out

The Dark Side of a Playa Hata

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

The devil in me got an easy job, ill sacrifice my life just help me wire pipe bombs
Ouijaboy the reaper shoving reefer into blunts ignite the skunk, evil lurks behind your eyes we’ve won, this race is done
Rats getting backspaced, bodies on the backpage,
DNA on blacktop, run him over flat faced
Mad weight holding down my lungs, think I got back pain
Chest ache, hope I keep on living just for death’s sake, Hell’s gates, bells shake, underworlds one true king
Lower level dwelling devil headed, never settled, never level headed, hell embedded, metal pressing, triple seven never repping, armageddon one stop heaven
Methods of a deadman, been a peasant, cursed since adolescence 
Always coughing into the oxy-coffin
I lost the plot, plotting
Got choppa knock-knocking
My jacket holding hacksaw, need no menthol just the pot
Demon seeded, oxy needing heathen, Ouija born to rot
Watch bodies drop
First impression wish you never met me i know
Did I mention that I hated all things living? For sure
Need protection, Im not talking bout insurance, Geico
Ouija colder than the therapy chambers, Cryo
Cant go back to hell 
Police power trippin put his newborn in a vacuum seal
Strap em to the table, let him feel this brand new power drill
Smoking on that floral, I aint talking bout no daffodil 
Turn him into maggot meal, grab the steel, how’d it feel?

Blessed Be The Ones Who He Has Eaten

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Blessed Be The Ones Who He Has Eaten

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]

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