I only fuck with one bitch, no tricks
Smoking blunts until my lungs give, my skin itches
They just see me as a dumb kid, well fuck this
I aint tryna fit in with punk bitches, you suck dick

Wonder weapon, thunder stepping, fuck this industry
Armageddon, this aint Tekken, this aint little league
Drug possession misconception just a bag of weed
One confession, I dont wanna breath past 33 

Kill me, maybe Ill feel less guilty
Too deep, I dont wanna hear you feel me
No peace, whenever I lay try to get sleep
Cant see, blinded by my fallacy

Missing People came to conquer and invade
Your place of residence, your presidents, I want the pape
Got an army that kill for me, my blade stay stained
Pack-a-punch a pussy, put a rookie in his place

Its evident that you a bitch, my element is triple six
Im at yo head need no assist with red dots like a hindu chick
Heres something thatll make you sick, the heads off of your next of kin
And maybe with some severed hands, Im sorry couldnt let them live

One with the hated, debated taking the nations, too basic, nothing we manage gon change it, hoping that nobody makes it, witness the reset mosaic, countries becoming archaic, nobodies round here to save it, give up on your aspirations

I dont wanna live like this it isnt just prison sentence
One of one the Missing menace feel my presence when I visit
Lemme get to six feet, underground dont miss me, hell is tryna tempt me fuck this planet
Ouija been seasoned, a veteran enemy, none of you fuckers is real to me, vanish

I Hate You All More Than You Could Ever Hate Yourselves (prod. CURTES)

AY U! (Prod. Sayyas & Auxxk)

Its the heathen from the dirty, death I make it purdy 
Skeleton locked in my coffin please do not disturb me
These bitches like to stare at me, I hate you fuckers daily see Im sick of sharing the air that we breath
Bring the apocalypse to fill my dream
F to the E to the A to the R to the S to the O M E
G to the O to the D to the L to the E to the double S
R.I.P
Fearsome and godless, if Im being honest, religion wont help you to rest in peace
How can it be people’s actions so bleak that Ive lost all belief in the chance that we redeem?
Bloodier than bitches tampons, Ouijaboy the motherfucking top dawg, Don, where the fuck did I go wrong? What is achievement and why do I never belong?
Depression and obsession with my problems is a bad mix
Dont give no fuck bout bad bitches, I just need my rags to riches
I just need my dead wishes, make you sleep with dead fishes 
Click clack bang, put some metal in my brain then waste away, Im lagging, savage
Need a suicide tactic, yellow tape around the area, graphic scene traumatic, tragic

Hell Isn't A Place, It's A State Of Mind (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 (prod. Curtes)

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 (prod. DEVIATE)

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 (prod. Dead Retire)

Shouts out to @liltrainwreck for hopping on this w/ me 

Black Lungs Black Death

Black Lungs Ft. Lil TrainWreck (Prod. Na$tii)

DELETE (FEAT. LOST ULTRA, SNXP & TWENTYTHREE) [PROD. XEROGI + 19AKIRA]

FOLLOW ME AND @mutrubeats

I hear these fucking 808s in my sleep,
I lurk in the night, tiptoe when I reap,
dark from my nightmares and light from my dreams combine to making something that I do not believe,

cherry picking all the sins I confess, I got more in the vault do not think that I’m blessed
I’m alone and depressed probably more than the rest, imma sickness yeah I am a shot to the chest 

youre a waste bitch
fuck up your life with just one swing of the blade bitch 
blade rip
we are so ignorant we do not give only take shit 
face split 
swinging my fist and leaving your face on the pavement 
gimme payment
or I’ll be the doctor submitting your ass as a patient 

fully focused I am not wasting time, imma travel that road and take back what is mine,
imma fuck up your life, wanna test me I dare you to look in my eye step over the line 
RVMAN posted yeah that’s triple the threat 
RVMAN posted yeah we talking your breath
RVMAN posted leaving your brain exposed 
yeah we pull up on you we the bringer of death 

grip the magnum till my hands start to sweat 
grip the magnum till they all end up dead 
grip the magnum till I fill they ass up with so many round they are then made of lead 

I suggest that you all do not fuck with me 
think that ur tough till I pull up to ur city 
my shootas is ghosts they will not end up guilty
my Draco is bloated boutta make it skinny 

Crucify me im a threat to the populous that’s the only way that you will be stopping us, 
we have a plan to rip out your esophagus 
yuh lil boi we talking your consciousness,

STEP OVER THE LINE LIL BOY LIKE YUH x4

[AMV]

StepOverTheLine [Prod. mutru] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

Prod. @nagibator-911-wot
Artwork @c3of

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I ain’t gon play around 
if you gon stay around 
better go take these players off the map 
I’m off a 40 now this shit a wrap
feel like a pit how I’m ready to scrap
you came to flex with the bands in yo pockets 
but I’m gonna leave w those mofuxking racks 
soon as I’m dripping I mix it with jack
never gon say shit exterminate rats 

bitch I deliver hate 
straight to wherever you stay 
that’s just how we gone penetrate 

feel like I been here before 
once I kick in that door
aint no chance you gon get away 

aint no one gonna save me 
this shit get too crazy 
so I’m doing drugs till those better days 

her man wanna fade me 
how she misbehaving 
yeah we don’t just fuck
we gon fornicate 
Chorus:
I ran up both side
with a 45
on my lowlife shit 
I got my flow right 
fuck a co-sign
betta get off my dick
aim at the bow tie 
we gon go live 
imma just talk my shit 
I ran up both side
with a 45
on my lowlife shit

Bridge:
I’m on that low life shit 
I’m on that strung out shit 
I’m on that crowbar shit 
I’m on that go hard shit 
x2
Verse 2:
I be that gutter baby
I got no way to cope
hunnid baby 
on my way to the sto

we ain’t the same 
you got nowhere to go
beat the body lay em down and then 
stomp out that ho

I need my medicine 
I need my bills paid 
I need adrenaline 
I need a big a blade

I need the opps to go fuck off for my sake 
for they be scraping you up off the driveway 

no competition  the pressure ain’t feel it 
I need the money to hold up the ceiling 
I spilled sum drugs on my jeans true religion 
I got these drugs in my viens no Incision 
what you been saying to me hieroglyphics 
you only on cause of money and gimmicks
why the UG only bitches and critics
I be that radical criminalistic

Chorus Repeats
Bridge (outro)

Lowlife  Prod. Ghost Castle

prod lxxiv

1st @adam-vanscoyk
2nd @kashimotu
3rd @cursedones
4th @areizaga
5th @ogodthedeity
6th …..

From Where I'm Standing, There Is No God In Sight (prod. Curtes)

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]

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