sense of it! (prod. dylan noir)

prod. by sullyptb

lyrics: 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck 

Tryna find my unit 
Take a stab at this here rough cut 
Such cuts on my wrist
what a bold decision, no buzz cuts 
Poke incisions 
Can’t diagnose this vision
Just let go, don’t stiffen
I’m up in this bitch like a butt fuck 

Brush strokes, i construct prose 
You bitches vain like blood flows 
I can’t contain these uploads 
When I’m up close to the goal post 
shit is cold pressed
Bitch you’re dry as rolled oats 
fuck taking a low dose 
I need a whole boat, bloat
Shake like a snow globe 
Take what I need then i go ghost 
Feed all my dreams then i go go 
Gadget, this shit is a habit 
Hash it, hack it, static 
Feel like I’m dead & you bitches are maggots 
Mash it, pack it up 
Arch that ass then back it up 
Post on the gram after some 
Photoshop for your assets huh 
Make em say uhh like master p 
lose all my hope & atrophy 
Money opens doors like master keys 
I’m still a couple years from my masterpiece 
Once I amass defeat
a matter of raps on these beats 
Game set match 
Make a racket bleed  
Then attract these bees 
please 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck

DUMMY DIMWIT DEADBEAT

Outta my 
Outta my mind 
Outta my 
Outta my mind 
Outta my 
Outta my mind 
Outta my 
Outta my mind 

Bitch I’m do or die 
Yo shooter gon die 
You niggaz up knives 
Where the fuck my nine  BITCH
Let’s get grimey just for fun 
I’m finna line a nigga up
￼All these pussies talking shit for what? 
(Yeeeaaaaahhh) It’s a metal slug 
(Yeeeeahhhhhh) This bitch going nuts 
Bitch up that fuckin what? 
Yes I feel like drugs 
Science in my lungs 
Oh let’s burn it down dem flames just popped right out the cut 
I see bullshit in my face n u see hella blood 
You see hella guns 
Bitch they can’t bleed enough 
Finna Frankenstein a nigga he ain think enough 
Lobotomize ￼a nigga lost his brain need another one 
You niggaz not even half of me bitch it’s close to nun 
WAIT

Outta my 
Outta my mind 
Outta my 
Outta my mind 
Outta my 
Outta my mind 
Outta my 
Outta my mind

DO OR D!E [prod. 12fps]

Prod: @septfree

[LYRICS]

all i got
all i got
all i
all i got
all i got here (x4)

empty holes build in my chest
feel so alone my heart cant rest
stone cold and frail my lifes a mess
dont ask me why im so damn pressed

all i got
all i got
all i
all i got
all i got here (x4)

belivin and waitin youll change you mind in an instant
always leadin me on your the reason why im still livin
cuttin up to some grunge leave my arms shakin, bleedin
call me a fool maybe does that make me a heathen?

empty holes build in my chest
feel so alone my heart cant rest
stone cold and frail my lifes a mess
dont ask me why im so damn pressed

all i got
all i got
all i
all i got
all i got here (x4)

Heathen

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

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)

The Lies We Tell [Prod Zanda]

thought I'de try out necrotrap SEWERGANG <3
inspired by VFK

H3NTAI! (prod. Dwillix)

Video Out Now Via TrillPhonk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg6c4aDKCzQ
Dank $inatra aka Tokyo Saint aka Lil Tokyo presents, "This Isn't Finished".
Produced by @cvstillo - Mixed by A-Squared at Launchpad Studios. 
This Isn't Finished (Official Music Video) debuts on TrillPhonk (6/25/16) 
Follow Dank on twitter @fvkdnksntra and on instagram at @tokyo.saint 
For Booking / Features or Other Inquiries Email: bookdanksinatra@gmail.com 

Dank $inatra / Lil Tokyo - This Isn't Finished (Prod. Cvstillo)

October's Memories  [prod. Bloom]

CoaastGxd - Faallout
Produced by CoaastGxd
Engineered by Mike Stringer
Mixed and Mastered by CoaastGxd
Art by Halo Blaack

Lyrics
[verse 1]
Take ten steps back off a fucking cliff,
Lip split if he try to ditch,
catch a fucking fist,
Problem is I cant trust nobody but my fucking bitch,
If he flip,
Leave em in a ditch,
With the fucking tics.

Im a lunatic,
An introverted hooligan,
An unconverted christian with two bitches getting unit in,
And trust me lil puta I aint ever getting fooled again,
This shit is punitive and I aint ever getting ruled against.

[Hook]
I might die everyday of my fucking life,
I fight, I cant escape from my fucking mind,
I might die everyday of my fucking life,
I might die everyday of my fucking life.

[verse 2]
Take ten steps back,
what you frontin for?
Ima smoke blunts till my lungs feeling fucking sore,

You dont know who you are fucking with,
Pull up on me catch a fucking fist,
Slaughter, it is the prerogative,
saying shit to be provocative.

I said it again and again and again,
You are my enemy,
You are no friend,
Lucifer calling, to hell I descend,
This is the end of a world we condemned.

I got friends saying Im fucking up,
But look at my numbers they running up,
They sayin that Im no fun enough,
But I bet they be back when my money up.

[hook]

Centuries of Suffering (prod. Blunt Christ)

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]