SYSTEM/VICTIM (PROD. REVNACK)

Pop like a zit lil bitch get drained
You rapping for 15 lil minutes of fame
You acting retarded like brain got delay
Killing myself maybe one of these days

Blood colored lipstick, wrapped on a nic stick
Top from yo bitch then I dismiss the misses
She all on my tip dick, ride like a tech deck
You a scrub in the Gain like you still doing dishes

I trip when I walk I dont lack bitch
Shooting for head gotta hat trick
Slaying the swines it got tragic
A god in the arts of black magic

Ouija gone batshit, just about had it
Clever to the cabbage, triple 6 savage

Asking me what will I do? Damage
No Venom but Im bringing who? Carnage

Snapping your spine hear the crack bitch?
Go dummy like my name was Patrick

Stick to yo algebra, played like harmonica, get lost in andromeda, fading to black 
Fucked up off the salvia, burn a bitch labia, you repping Swastika, bound to attack bitch

Not on my rick shit, torturing rats
Dismembering limbs bitch, hooked to a rack

Clique got a buzzin, the clip got a dozen, got heat like an oven, caught yo ass running, you got a concussion, you bloody and bludgeoned, you thought we was bluffing but its like that

Pressing yo squad you dont like that
Come play with the Ouija I bite back
We do not compare you aint like that
Mount you on the wall like a bike rack, yeah I like that

Kill Yourself (prod. Zodiacc)

Produced by ZYLLER
Mixed & mastered by MVKSO

MVKSO X OUIJABOY - WHAT'S UP? (Prod: ZYLLER)

Execution
Burning off the loose ends
Retribution
Revenge upon an nuisance 
Executioner, the punisher, no restitution 
Brain pollution, my solution, suicidal made delusions 

None of these people deserve to be saved 
Seasons of bleeding have turn me depraved
At the conclusion that life has no meaning so I started scheming the end our age

One foot in the grave, one foot in the devils den
Skinning a killer he wanna be relevant
Ouijas demonic I know Im not heaven sent
Plaguing the clouds til all of the heavens dead

Heart attack, dont get caught lacking, 187, push the message, death
Bitch I kissed the reaper, lips to blunt that hold the reefer, breathe 
I dont fuck with gang shit, no fake shit bitch fuck yo set
Beam to your eye no lasik, you basic, OD off fent

My pen and paper is more like a chisel because my words permanent, spit like a riddle
Crawl up from floorboards I move like a critter
Grilling a fuckboy like I made McGriddle
House gotta crater like hit with a missile, yes Im on a mission to pillage a village
Target the citizens with nitroglycerin, 9 on 11th again bitch


Bleak
Awaiting the end of the week after week
Your gods all agree
Humanity’s nothing to me
Across every country and sea

Pestilence hidden carcinogen synonym
Tricking the masses to jump off of a terraces
Kidnap a family insist to get rid of em
Not about hatred, about sending messages
Villainous, Ouija stay high got no discipline
Written and spitting its venomous
Aim to corrupt all the innocent ones

Deathwish (prod. DBLOCK)

I was flunking in high-school cuz I was coming to school high
I don’t think you really wanna die fool, Im gonna help this fool die

Destructive and disruptive, Ive instructed death to take them all 
To hell and back, no fanny pack, dont fuck with that just rello packs
I never wanna be like you, Ill stand on that
Creeping at the bottom creek, aint no running back
I just wanna be 6 feet and I mean that
Fleas up on my back, but I wonder where the money at
Back on the track, all black, need no face tats
Bodies in the dumpster outside where you stay at
Swinging with the handle at yo throat where the blade smack
Tryna find some loyalty like needle in a haystack

Maybe Ill make you all hate me more than I could ever truly hate you back
Too many of you egotists, acting like you deities, but you all belong in the trash
Theres never been a reason for me to like humans, and Ill never ever feel bad
Everyone around me seeming like a tumor, I dont wanna be part of that

Too bad, I knew that everyone of us is clueless
Everything you do is helpless, wanna give the population blue lips
Oxygen depleting, aint no room bitch
We dont need to procreate new kids
I dont think you really wanna do this 
People dont got value, keep your two cents

Smoke in my lungs, Im down on my funds
You play with the Ouija then you must be dumb
Pull out your fingernails starting with thumb
Farming a fuckboy Im harvesting blood
Prophetic flood, wipe out the rest of your sons 
Creating new fossils, aint nobody run
Resetting the world from above

Beam to your head pop it
Apex the predators posted like caustic
Invade perimeter, explicit content
Kidnap your senators, Ouija on target 
Spark him

I was flunking in high-school cuz I was coming to school high
Why even try, I cant C R Y, wanna D I E, got to see it my mind
I don’t think you really wanna die fool, Im gonna help this fool die
The chip on my shoulder weighs more than a boulder, my life has been over, return to the sky

D I E (prod. Curtes)

Lets get disrespectful, discography forgetful
Lil pussy throwing rocks, but your final thoughts regretful
Projectiles from the neck down, severed heads of let downs
Hanging with yo head down, like dead clown, that aint new, what you choose? 
Land of the living aint shit so noose
Wanna feel like shit, should I watch the news?
Schizophrenic I lost my screws
Not counting up no money but I really got the blues
Masses made to panic, fuck the planet and you too
Internal how Im damaged, how I manage got no clue
You shouldnt get involved, it aint something you can solve, Im a dog, its true

Miss me with that bullshit, meet this full clip, meet the rake 
Vacant spaces, crawling faces, unafraid to pass away 
This metal gon make you air head, the real dead inflate
Wave the drac in his face burning shake down by the lake
Fuck this place
Death Im chasing, can’t replace me, cannot tame me like a pitbull that got rabies
Ive been biting at the bars Im stuck in empty cages
Sadist in yo playlist, send yo bravest, non complacent
Everybody ends up faceless, nothing’s painless, hit the grave

The Anti-Christ Spoke To Me Last Night In My Dreams... (prod. Curtes)

666DEViLSH!TiLLUMiNATi (FEAT. GAUZ3Y)

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)

Tracfone

End Of The Road

[LYRICS]

I aim for your top and I mark out a halo
Deliver these rounds to ur door like I’m Bezos
Dressed in all camo I am NATO

Aye, I’ll put yo ass on a shirt, if you do not pay me ik what I’m worth 
Better get praying like church, you talkin down gonna end in a hearse 

I’m coming with smoke and that shit turning cancerous
Sneak dissing got a boy that can handle it 
Kill a whole trio that’s Hattrick
Your posse is dumb call em Patrick

Rolling up ash 
Smoke em up fast 
Fuck out my city you faggot 
You are not shit 
You need to quit 
Claim you the best but can’t back it 

Back it up lil pussy, back it up lil hoe, back it up lil pussy, we might jus kick in yo door x2

Kick in your door that’s what we do best call me blue face with my blue vest
I got a Ruger I’m ruthless
Put the chrome in ur mouth turn him toothless 

Gimme some drugs then I’m booted up
Gimme a gun then I shoot it up 
Guts falling out that’s a tummy tuck
Ur in for a ride better buckle up
In my dm steady messaging fuck out my life do you know that you testing me 
Fake people that’s the recipe for this depression I need all that therapy
Hitting licks do it casually if you were there than you know you’re an accessory
If I see you as an enemy unload the drum and it lower your density

shit getting hectic get you a medic
Blade burst your liver that shit turning septic
Covered in blood just for the aesthetic
Call me Thor because my touch is electric
Roman bitch that’s what I’m repping 
I’m groundbreaking and I’m not even stepping
I’m one with the shadows just look how I’m dressing
Get fucked by my fist your face I’m a wreck it

GLOCK999 x6

I’m going insane 
Just can’t explain 
Please take my life 
I can't maintain 
Gun to my brain 
Glock999

Deathwish (prod. DBLOCK)

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]