Fun fact this song is hard but not as hard as me

Sickly Syrus x Zillvh x Ouijaboy x MVKSO - SAMURAI! (prod. JoPxt)

Ouija's Mansion (prod. mathiastyner)

Pistol packing, pissed off smacking
Dying is your latest fashion
Whip it how I did it, taking drugs is a passion
Laughing at us suffer all these dickheads living lavish
Beam through your chest, you can call me Raditz

Laser at your dome like Im toting havocs 
Ouija pushing solo Im a counterpart to none
Pushing you to suicide, genocide fanatic
You is second to the one, bow down like a nun 

Fuck a shank, spark yo jaw, draco make yo head spin
Do not like to talk, fuck the spot up like a whirlwind 
Send us all to hell, this whole world cast in sin
Please give me immunity I wanna watch the world end

Catch me in a Z, Im not whipping in no ghost
Fuckboy catch some z’s, I can see you in the scope
I dont like this industry, go up in smoke
Death is gonna set you free, hang up the rope

Fucking with gorilly the ten tall godzilly, we gon touch a hundred milly
Pretend bars, you silly, you washed up no kidding
Dont step wrong, its deadly
Chernobyl your whole city to disintegrate society

They telling me the money is gon get to me nah Ima get the cheddar
You aint even on the beat, you yapping like you better
Rece is piecing up these fuckboys, lifeless in the gutter
Take one with me back home to watch it discolor

Cryptic Visions Of Dead Religion (prod. Zodiacc)

don’t fucking listen to this i kept it bc it hit 1k
self prod

New Alarm

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)

Aristocratic making millions off the sheep hepatic
Dont forget it, getting sicker ,wealthy pockets fatten
Praise Abaddon, Apollyon’s favorite prophet 
Sow a needle through your eye socket
Blood came with the vomit

Its like Im brushing off everything I couldve been
Pray for the end, making it so that you all rest in piss, succumb to your sin

Bliss
No repping them diamonds, teeth are not shining
Lord of the flies, you will recognize, the sun in the sky is dying

Tyrannical
Turning cadets in generals 
The way that we living is terrible
Teaching my practices in parables
Humans unbearable, handing out cyanide edibles
Hand me a bottle of adderall, grant me a wish from the Dragon Balls
Lining em up and I let em fall straight to the skull

Needles enter my veins, awake catastrophe  
Getting lost in the rain, take my life from me
Bullet enter in my brain now Im sound asleep
Put me in to my grave so I can rest in peace

And Im turning my phone off Im sick of watching you fuckers be happy
No ones deserving, not even me
Drowning in misery

Eulogy (prod. Zyller Beats)

Lunatic, a heretic, a demon turn to militant 
Burning lear wont do the trick, I need a fix thats permanent like 
Counterintuitive Im reading off the eulogic
Nailing up a crucifix, inverting the cross, dark symbolistic 

Snake nest
Fake vest
The metal puncture through
Choppa kicking, steady gripping like the socks in rehab do
Death bed
Headless
Too bad we tortured you
Not begging for forgiveness, mind your business, who you listen to?

I dont wanna grow old let me dig myself a hole
Hydroplane into a pole, wrap around and I let go
Time to crawl back in my home, sacrificed my only soul
Live a life of misery and feeling so invisible
Invincible, bi-polar and hysterical 
You speak my name so much Im in your mouth like dental
How can someone like you come off so brittle?
Skid row mental, cynical, let me cop some benzos

Tripping in the Devils Den (prod. V12)

Break a bitch in two, she split in half, she feeling dead inside
Fuck it up, mask off,  now these maggots recognize 
Talking bout you super high, help you reach the fucking sky
Drop atomic bombs on em to make sure that he really fly

Im in last place, Im having a bad day
Yo comprade bout to need to some first aid
What can I say? I came here to mutilate 
Im okay I want pain show me cartilage 

Rolling up uranium Im snorting up some parasites
Horns up on my cranium, a maniac whos down to die
Metal made, vibranium, Im harder than a .45
Dont compare yourself to me you regular you mordecai

Tommy tuck lil bitch I aint no runner up
Ill take up the whole top ten
Just watch how Missing coming up
Sick of playing nice with you lice running out of love
I wanna shoot you down like throwing rocks at a bunch of doves

Hit my blunt and that shitll make your lungs itch
I got her on a leash like Im fucking with a dumb bitch
You really thought did something see me out in public
Dissing on the Missing clique you signing your own death wish

Now you off to the next dick
You faggots riding shit that never even happened
How come we all bad people, back then you was laughing?
Now you had to switch it up, you can stay mad kid

Ricin in your Jamba Juice Ill hold on to the antidote
Wrap the the noose around your neck and let your body float
If you took your own life, guarantee no one would notice 
Just like your career but you already know this

Therapeutic Pesticide (prod. Blunt Christ)

4th Track Of The “Welcome to Hell” EP
| mixed and mastered by heist |
prod me + @mobeats
feat @blxdesmith

lyrics //
[HEIST]
run a nigga block 
lets go lets go
loading up the glock
let it blow let it blow
my mag like elsa
let it go let it go
smoke em like sum delta
death row death row
uh

got a bb on my waist
no god you a waste
aint a homie you a fake
i dont give i only take yeah
put yo body in a lake

my enemies fall just give a second
take one blink and you up in heaven
ima light yo ass up no time for no question
you fucked on my line better pray for blessing
ima kill for the thrill who tf you think you testing

cops are asking how many bodies 
it was many men
got 50 on the wrist
with 200 on the benz
throwing shots at you bitch 
thenn we spin back for yo friends
taking all yo fucking shots 
never drop it make no sense uh

enter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid‚ evil and horrid, imminent torture
dragging yo corpse
down the floor
man i love the gore 

and all these niggas wanna talk
but they wanna back it up
30 round clip 
make you eat it up
i aint never getting better 
with this lean up in my cup
im a reaper of atlanta
when i pop you outta luck

BITCH
got his blood on my hands
taking mediciation 
it aint never making sense
now i gotta ask 
will make it out of here?
im the only nigga that im ever gonna fear

she sucking up my dick micky dee’s n she’s loving it
love seeing blood i cant never get enough of it
fucked up mind one hell of uh pessimist
killa from apex like a nigga with a nemisis

worried bout uh nothers man life 
you gon see the light
On a knee letting it ring 
like I'm looking for a wife
im a shadow like a demon in the night

you gon die if you rlly wanna fight
UH

fight night 
rope tight
bitch its on sight
oh my!
you a coward you gon run right?
gotta choppa on my lap 
lil nigga it is wraps
you are nothing stupid nigga 
all yo raps are hella cap

[BLXDESMITH]
???

DEATH ROW

DEATH ROW FT. BLXDESMITH {+KILLHEIST X MO}

ft. atiki
prod. 601spike/punkstar
lyrics never lol

3 Ounces Of Clout (p. Punkstar)

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

Therapeutic Pesticide (prod. Blunt Christ)

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]

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