Written and produced by Gullyspit

Lyrics coming soon

Kowloon

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)

G17 (PROD. TRULIFE)

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)

I got this motherfucking rag wrapped round my skull, my torso turning dull
Gorilla pack, rolling sticky, flick the bic and hit the stick
I don’t pass, we aint matching, you burn ratchet, cant imagine
Nothing lasts, give your life up, put your gun up to your neck up, man the fuck up
Let it blast hoe, split open like a trap door
The EMT gon yack looking through the bloody splats hoe
Im in last but Im the only one that lasts, watching these people repeat the past, civilizations come to pass tho
My wrist dripping on the linen, unforgiving, Missing villain, known for pissing people off, like a flame to a moth, guide the damned until their lost, lead them to an open coffin, push them in and lock, hearing knocking from the closet, white lighter in my pocket, Smoking out the cockpit, Im on a rocket, please take me home
Salem Trials adjacent torture methods, dont let me in heaven, death mask for the people talking reckless, Saw the movie reference, wicked ways my lane, insane Im wretched, tempted to dismember everything under the weather, never feel no better
Rejected, respected, Im chopping up at yo necklace
Im acting up on the set list
You on track to get yo neck slit
You headless
Can any of you pussies best this?
Fuckboys dying to test this
Why my name in your mentions?
He must be moving senseless
Restless, no mental check in
Carry weight like a dead lift, the mission of Missing's to end shit

Tongue of a serpent, spitting lies thru ya teeth
When I stomp yo head, they gon scatter on tha street
Ouija whip that Chevy, big mána in tha back
Pull up on yo block n cock that muthafuckin gat 
Blood on my skin, blood on my fuckin clothes
Lookin like a madmane, I'm a fuckin psycho
I don't fuck with ya click, y'all some busta ass hoes
Turn ya fuckin hood into ground zero 
Pagan playa sacrifice ya to tha old gods
Got a bad lil witch shakin ass on tha car
Pull up to tha function, turn that junt to a brawl
ACAB wrote in blood on tha muthafuckin walls

Str8 Up Out The Ouija Board (prod. Sphynx)

POPSTAR By Reap, Eryxse, Young Hollow, & Zodiac Killers

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POPSTAR

POPSTAR (ALICIA KEYS)

Lryics

Here come the ugly, 
The fuck did you think, 
It would end up in silence that’s not how I go
Fucked up my balance, increase my malice now watch it it’s dangerous, get put on the floor, 
Don’t want to talk, I can’t fuck with excuses, 
Don’t play with me moe, I don’t play bout my code, 
Silence a virtue, but fuck it no Hercule, no back up I got it I it tr been trained to go, 

Lows bringing highs, I can’t hide in no lies, ain’t never been hoe, damn I feel like I’m Zoe
Fuck is you talking bout, worried bout nothing I’m back in my zone, ain’t no sweat for a hoe, 

Argue with bitchs I really don’t get it, been slickback I really might slap me a bitch, 
Breaking off teeth on the pavement,
Ain’t talking need payment for all of that yapping lil bitch,

Capping to hard, got you breathing real hard, cause you can’t believe this shit, bitch I told you I’m god,
don’t need a reason, we know that I’m loco, I might drop the lolo, to make you a logo, 

Body be jumping like you was in slowmo, 
Never no case cause we shoot from the logo
Feel like I’m Stepphen big 30, no limits, 
Dreaming bout murder, and madness I’m different,
really might pull up and act like villain, 
Cause chilling ain’t really give much but headache, 

The thrill keep on calling, i finally did answer, 
For shit turn to cancer, I’m grabbing my 40,

Been cleaning off Ana, you know that’s my shortie,
She crash out for anything, might call her Morty, 
Don’t change when you see, just keep shit order, 
Cause trust that I am, I can’t play the border, 
This is that part that going feel like it’s torture, 
Big ugly relentless, don’t know when quit it 

Hook
We breaking out teeth, 
And we bring back order, 
Fuck is talking this ain’t no cordial,
I gotta see blood, ain’t no space border,
 


Don’t question the action like this ain’t reaction, 
Distraction won’t work, I can’t let go them actions, 
The energy changing, regret getting active, 
Ain’t lacking no smoke, man the za bambu, 
Be High then a finch, and I’m still bad mood, 
Don’t care bout the crowd, or location you food, 

Infinity rules, so let’s give’em the blues, 
And we dishing out copper I’m tryna see red,
And if I don’t got it, it’s jump man on heads, 

I feel like a goul , I need flesh to be broken , 
I Fuck up that mental, I’ll make you feel hopeless,

Can’t help it, I’m tired, can’t do no more coping, 
You loafed, now it’s up, you going be my opponent,

Can’t rest to I see all them teeth get disjointed,
Anointed the one to come fuck up ya party,
Man auxxy on bullshit, don’t blame no disorder, 
You Ask if I’m okay, 
No,
Fuck you don’t know me,
Bro, 
You played on the wrong name,
Hoe, 
Hope you don’t loaf mane,
Oh,
This shit the long game, 
Moe,

hopeimiss (Prod. Citr3s)

Often lost inside my thoughts and how I let it get this far
Blossoming my coping into splitting pills apart
Please kill my liver, break my heart just pull the trigger, end it all
Anger anchoring me to go get the fucking saw
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
Im appalled, hold your applause
I turned his brain, his guts, his blood to applesauce
And What it cost? Nothing at all 
Wicked shit the kid did hear yo fucking call, dont get involved
Im at the mosque and something’s off
Burn it down and leave the rest to mock
The smell of rot fills the block
They think its just the sewer but its not
Pop a lock and bodies drop
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
From the coast
East side where the weak die, send these felines running home
Silhouettes in treelines, they suspended by a rope 
Hellbound where Ill head now, bear a tainted heavy soul
A let down thats been lead down to a brand new low
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone

There's Snakes In The Weeds And They’re Biting (prod. SCARY MIND)

[Prod.ELE]
  Mix & Master [ELE]
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    (ELE)
    Cold winds blowin' through my soul, yeah, I'm hollow
    Ash in my lungs, got no dreams for tomorrow
    Phone on mute, I don't talk, I just wallow
    Dead inside, but I drip like sorrow
    Tints too dark, can’t see who’s in
    Whole world fake, but I move with a grin
    Steps like smoke, I just fade on 'em
    Let 'em talk, I don’t wait on 'em

    Eyes on you, no need to speak
    Mind stays sharp while the world is weak
    Time moves fast, but I stay behind
    Chasing my thoughts, just killing the time

    Walls don’t talk, but I know what they’ve seen
    Rooms stay quiet, but the silence scream
    Smoke in the air, but the sky pitch black
    Didn’t lose nothin', just never looked back
    
    (ELE & nAvvvi)
    Walls don’t talk, but I know what they’ve seen
    Rooms stay quiet, but the silence scream
    Smoke in the air, but the sky pitch black
    Didn’t lose nothin', just never looked back

    (ELE & nAvvvi)
    Walls don’t talk, but I know what they’ve seen
    Rooms stay quiet, but the silence scream
    Smoke in the air, but the sky pitch black
    Didn’t lose nothin', just never looked back

    (nAvvvi)

    Everything a vibe, but the blade won't show
    Ain’t got lies, but I ain't got bro
    Ain’t got miles, but we take shit south
    So, straight that back out and WATCH YO MOUTH

    UH — AY YO
    I been peepin' on ya rodeo
    I been alive since the roomie added audio
    Up in Canada to Mexico
    I know a bro who'll clean ya manifesto

    You on some rap shit
    You on some dap shit
    You on some wack shit
    You on some fact shit

    I bet yo ass count money on the daily
    But I’mma super jump — you can call me Amy
    You a bitch, you a broke, you a lame
    Talkin’ on hoes, but you ain't got no game

    Talk's cheap, that’s why yo ass can afford it
    Yo bitch aborted, 'cause she don’t wanna baby with a fuckin' bonehead
     
    (ELE)
    Walls don’t talk, but I know what they’ve seen
    Rooms stay quiet, but the silence scream
    Smoke in the air, but the sky pitch black
    Didn’t lose nothin', just never looked back
    
    (ELE & nAvvvi)
    Walls don’t talk, but I know what they’ve seen
    Rooms stay quiet, but the silence scream
    Smoke in the air, but the sky pitch black
    Didn’t lose nothin', just never looked back

    (ELE & nAvvvi)
    Walls don’t talk, but I know what they’ve seen
    Rooms stay quiet, but the silence scream
    Smoke in the air, but the sky pitch black
    Didn’t lose nothin', just never looked back

NeverLookBack (ft.nAvvvi)

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Lyrics:



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MANSON (ft. pranav.wav)

KMT KI Media 2025 (18.08.2025)
Album Nr. 134 "Shattered Souls by KMT" - Style: Electro, Industrial, Darkwave, Pop | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: English

Theme: "Shards of Life" is a collection of touching darkwave and electro songs that illuminates the tribulations of children's souls and helps parents understand the traumatic consequences of their child. This makes them all the more dependent on their parents' heartfelt love.

Track 01: Whispers in the Dark
darkwave, electro

Track 03: Shadows of the Past
industrial, ambient

Track 05: Broken Mirrors
synthwave, electro-pop

Track 07: Silent Screams
darkwave, industrial

Track 09: Wings of Paper
ambient, electro

Track 11: Scars of the Soul
industrial, darkwave

Track 13: In the Labyrinth of Fear
electro, synthwave

Track 15: Light on the Horizon
ambient, electro-pop

Track 17: Pile of Shards
darkwave, industrial

Track 19: Dance of Shadows
electro, ambient

Track 21: Golden Threads
synthwave, electro-pop

Track 23: Lost Innocence
industrial, darkwave

Track 25: Echo of Silence
ambient, electro

Track 27: Dance on the Volcano
electro, synthwave

Track 29: New Dawn
ambient, electro-pop

If you would like to use my music commercially, please contact me. No financial income may be generated from my music without my permission. My music is free for private and commercial use. However, I would appreciate it if you would credit me (Kurt Michael Treichl) as the author. Please also mention that this is AI music.

Thank you for your time. Enjoy your journey through my artificially created musical paradise.

© Album cover and music were created by Kurt Michael Treichl using AI support.

Best regards,
Kurt Michael Treichl (KMT KI Media | AI Music Austria) - Austria / Salzburg

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There's Snakes In The Weeds And They’re Biting (prod. SCARY MIND)

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