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RESURGENCE

Prod zyller + Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth 
Cover by https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

PROPHET X MANA - RIDE WITH THA 9

Lyrics:

Aye aye aye
Hit em in the soul
Rippin they guts out 
Let em scream
Let em cry fuck you
You gonna die now hoe
Let’s go 
Boutta be time for the nighttime butcher 
To feast on yo soul
Wanna ride?
Bring a sword and a Colt
Pick em off one by one
Die by the sword when you step up 
Know it’s the last hoe
Taking they last breath
When I stomp on they skull oh no 
Let’s do this bitch
Another soul
In my collection here to stay 
And collect dust
All you fuckas wanna try my patience
Get the fuck out my home
I don’t want war 
But you hoes leaving little room to move
In this sea of these talentless foe
Man I don’t know what I should do
Better start picking em off now
Fore I lose my shit on you 
Oh

Crack em in the face wit a cane tho
.45 mane it’s ready for the fade hoe
10 toes down 
I ain’t movin from my place bro
If you pick a damn fight
Hope you ready for a grave
Oh
Breaking em down
Like I’m stackin em up
Little bitch we ain’t moving the same
No
Rip out yo heart got that plate on my face
Red eye stay glowing like my name Kano 
Ha bitch you can’t do better than me
A lone wolf made a name
Undead Ronin a king
I pull the sword out of the stone
And start beheading motherfuckers
If you steppin on my turf
I show you bustas why they call me Butcher
‘Capitate makin it rain
Blood
Dropping yo body and cover it up
We ain’t same 
Blood 
I am that mane
You see in the flames
Demons surrounding my body and name
Oh

Bitch you want more?
Pray to yo god I don’t gore
Mask on my face
Ram the horns in yo guts
In yo core
Crawl on the floor
Wit the tears on yo face
Now you begging me begging no more
Fuck you
Lil bitch I don’t take the word of a cunt 
Like you 
Fuck
Sick of all the mind games
Mind flayed
I might be The Absolute
Cause I got a zombie army to swallow you
Carnifex
Swinging the axe on yo neck
Put in checkmate
Sweeping the leg
When I’m seeing red meat
Ready to cut you up
Maiming yo body 
This first degree murder is fucked 
Aye yo mane
Heard a little rumor 
That you wanted some fame
You better cough up cash
Or get ready to suck dick
And snake shit
Everybody claiming the top
Are a bunch of stuck pigs
Fuck shit spewing out they mouth 
When they speak shit
Sounding like they are a bag of shit before they talk 
Mayday heard yo numbers dropping off
Well that’s a shame bro
Maybe quit the features 
And make music yourself for a change
Coming for they neck
Wit a rusty chef knife aye
I don’t wanna hear
What the fuck you have to say
Bitch
Smack em to the ground
Wit 40 pounds of sandstone 
Cheekbones poking out of they face
They need a headstone 
Bro’s leaking like a faucet
Like a zit his head I pop it 
Stop and take his fuckin wallet 
For the Profit 
Bitch it’s murder for hire 
Just send me greenback
Rolling in the blood and guts
And hella money stacks
Go up on the onion
Flip a script and then send me the cheddar 
Pick a little bitch for the red dot hoe
Imma take his soul

Your Soul Is Mine! [prod. Undead Ronin]

INDICTED FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. SAURXN)

prod zyller
mixed aragoth.die
cover aragoth.die

lyrics:
I think I’m about to join the 27 club 
Hang myself and let me be 
No angels from above 
I fulfilled my destiny 
Now look what I’ve become 
Demons got a hold of me 
I don’t know how to love 
all black just like a crow 
Cut the head right off the dove 
Imma shoot at everyone 
If push turns into shove 
Fuck the justice system 
Got my middle fingers up 
Put the pistol to his head 
Now he’s playing fucking dumb
Send me on a mission 
If he snitching get it done 
And I got that razor blade 
It’s tucked under my tongue 
looking at me crazy 
Mutha fucka better run 
way too damn insane 
Mane I do this just for fun 
press the fucking issue 
I don’t care where y’all are from 
frontal lobe is damaged 
So my brain is always numb 
Only time it’s working 
When I’m lighting up a blunt 
Home invasion with the homies 
Get the back I got the front 
see it in your eyes 
You’re a mutha fuckin punk 
On block ready loaded 
Im about to pop the trunk 
Come get it pussy bitch
Lemme know if you want sum
And thedevil took my soul from me 
Because I am his son 
he won’t give it back 
Until the carnage has begun 
Loading up the hollow tips
Got fifty in the drum
Smoking all the dead opps 
Like some mutha fuckin runtz
way I’m smoking dope 
Imma need to cleanse my lungs 
charge you for the feature 
Bitch I’m gonna need the funds 
All about the money 
I don’t fuck with any bums 
up right now and feasting 
I ain’t leaving any crumbs 
Knew I was gon make it 
Cuz I always been the one 
Choppa got a fuckin kick 
and these bullets pack a punch 
Chase em down and stab em up 
Bitch Imma leave em slumped 
Rack the fucking shotty 
Mane I’m bring out the pump 
Put the gage right to his head 
Throw the body in my trunk

27 CLUB

Soft ass bitch 
Worried bout a single man dying but genocide you motherfuckers wont say shit
RIP the kid, yall dont really get the message and questions what got him split
Even if you did, caught up in politics, policy, churches and dread
Tears wont be shed, off of an audio sheeple divided, we’re dead
No hope for the masses, indoctrinated from all of your classes
Not even worth caskets, none of you being saved during the rapture
Praying to Saturn, satanists running this place a disaster
None of it matters, we’re playing this game and repeating a pattern
False Gods, fuck your belief, cant practice what you preach
Hats off to the naive, Ill never get the glee 
Pissed off, let's kill a priest, ritual symphony Im not herding the sheep but I'll still split the sea
Its the Ouija
Hearing constant static as I’m stepping through your tv
I think that Ive had it, join Abaddon, end the season
End all of this treason, congregate with demons
The human race is rabid these savages have no reason
Bow to the O shrine pedestal, Missing with rap criminals tapped into hell
Havent hit a blunt in a minute skunk stuffed up in it
Stunted off the jump since a jit punk lil kid Im the villain

False Sense of Reality

Grabbing the swords for war, blood soaked floors
Of course, absorb horned headed demons from the ouija board
Hit Ouijaboy whats the reason for? This illusion disillusioned the solutions abhorrent
When it rains its pouring, plan your death employ it
Eat people thru Soylent, fuck living with these peasants, forewarned new poison
Black Magic Whorer Movie for my sick enjoyment
Got a clip appointment itching to deliver slivers size of a coin 
Whats that noise? Click, hotter than some porridge, horrid, all you fuckers annoying
Human life I strife with its pointless
I drop bombs, dont carry em
My thoughts delirium 
6 feet to bury him
Wood box to carry him
Rag wrapped like Syrian
Find the root, mycelium
Lose a tooth or cranium
Bitch im hard, vibranium
Boy you not, hilarious
Antichrist vicarious
Ouijaboy the scariest
Know you cant be serious
No you wont get near to this
Hear my flow? Meticulous
But Im still kinda new to this and no I dont do no tutoring bitch
Shoulda woulda coulda motherfucker but you won’t though
Innocent of innocence, and ina sense a villain hoe
The difference is insolence, you end up residential home
Horns up like an antelope, the New World Order scapegoat 
Float home, you dug yourself a hole
Arm and leg be the price to save yo soul
On the low, addicted to prescription bitch we know Im a scumbag I deserve death row 
Cogs missings, need a rewire, breathing retire, got my thoughts tripping, mental anguish, growing painless with my saw spinning, lowered on yo face, now yo jaw ripping awaken where the demons play
Weightless statements every word is baseless
Aimless swing the blade dont get to close you faceless
Brainless ass motherfucker, corpse nameless
Shameless, fucking with the ouija you courageous 
I taste the blood in my teeth if he dissing its sneak
Its straight fuck your beliefs, drop a tab underneath
Knee deep as I creep in the swamp and the creek
Sleep deep underneath set the haunted ones free
Im dishonest wont pass the gas off this chronic
Immodest my clique toxic the stick vomit
Missing mobbing we dominate bout everybody
A drugged up zombie with flesh rotting, the blood clotting
My shadow stretches to dark places it starts at hades
The hollow deadman with wretched stenches but can you blame me?
The cannabis just smells like piss I hit the lottery
My conglomerates shattering skulls, pottery
Reaching from their shackles, demons reaping tabernacles
From the darkness to your mind, evil creatures start to cackle
Creeping in the shadows you can find me on the gallows 
Leeching off the cattle feel no peace until I dabble

Solve et Coagula

You wont be saved, Allah
Bow down and pray, gun up
Right at your face, put in your place, an early grave sucka
Ill make yo brain stutter
Fuck yo faith, suffer
You waste of space, for your own sake please pass away fucka
Ill cut your breaks fuckboy
Cant read my face annoyed
Its the Ouija undefeated on the beat, avoid
Pushing me fuckboy new string of teeth, new toy
The way ill have you, rip and stab you, make you hate the lord 
Put my head in the Guillotine, aint nobody can get to me
I stay deep where the sinners be, aint nobody down under me
At the bottom where Satan sleep, got this bottle right next to me, I lobotomize enemies in my mental so many scream mercy doesn’t exist in me
Missing clique gon have yo lady in the back of a Mercedes
Had that bitch screaming she love me, left with two shots in her belly
One was nut and one was shelly, left a gun next to her heady
If you see it and you ready, bite the bullet, hold it steady
Pull the trigger, you might as well go with her, live life like a quitter, you seem bitter, steal yo liver, new black market organ vendor, Im a sinner, Im like worse than Hitler, got yo body look like twister, big red beam it look like Clifford, hit a lick just like a lizard

The Abomination of Desolation

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]

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