prod. @home_less

tried to step up
but u couldnt fuck fuck fuck fuck
wit it if u tried bitch
its the end of my time bitch
i really hope i just die quick
quick to get on beyond shit
i dont fix it up for no floss bitch
i dick it up then i raw schtick
i finger fuck all the forces
im drillin you to that morgue bitch
i pick her up like im on sniff
then put it right down like aw shit

he took my coke, n he took my ride 
said he was on that suicidal
i hook that spoke, i joog n slide
these bitches die uh oh its final
homeless man is holdin rifles

might have yo glock 
and got yo crack 
and yea you think you on

but i wont stop
till i get that
right at the break of dawn

im smokin that 
i hold it pass
just playin get me nah

im only smokin by myself
because i feel alone

im only smokin by myself
because i feel alone

i barely feel like anybody
when im in this zone

so load the barrel 
put that python all right to my dome

and let slither slide scale it
fore they read my tome

and it said...

by my by my by lonely they gon see me fall
i been gettin high i want the drugs i want em all
get yo girlfriend on some heron ima see her crawl
hit her with the hot shot if she get involved
just another druug addict who is dead and gone
just another bum catchin all yo change that call
collectin numbers ima hustle till they cut em off
she was sellin pussy nah dat bitch aint change no drawes
im that lowkey motel chilln witcha favorite broad
im that wholesale flippin product lying in my songs
but you just stupid you believe the shit they lead u on
nah you aint stupid you the shit lil dawg go kill em all
i just want yall to just sit there think im white n fake
now june jenelle is outta options she been callin may
i dont even know whats good bitch i am not ok
all i know is that ill prolly fall like yesterday

lost castles (prod. homele$$)

BLACK SHEEP (feat. Vana) [Prod. SXMPRA]

CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

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Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

INTACT

Witchouse 40k - LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow)
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
Cover by Istasha the Scrub
747 HHM TRASH

Music Video: https://youtu.be/CH9pPM24k5g

The sky may break & fall when the masses overpower the sun, this is the truest sense of unified destruction. Fueling such a plague is a bounty of vegetation following unusually heavy rains, growth, and abundance. All new living food growth means the landscape can support a huge number of rapidly feeding insects and creatures that thrive in the dark. Together, we swarm.

LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Grey can't find day where he dont wanna fucking die
I been searching I been hurting cut up all my fucking ties
See the opposition I ain't flinching I ain't gon advise
That you fuck with Grey or Odi
Yeah the 44 got a motherfuckin bite
Gon gun em down that's a throwback on you fuck boys
Yeah we been fucking bout it steady doubted had enough boy
Gon gut em like they fish and ditch em in a fuckin rut boy
Unless you wit the gang bitch you'll never hit this blunt boy
We running the game like a fuckin arcade
And we jug all the coins out that hoe aye
Fuck a narcotic gon play wit that dog
And I never gon have no withdrawals
We fucking insane never fucking wit fake
I just rather be stuck in my home
Fuck a deposit I spend and I count it
Gon burn a band I don't need more bitch

Gang up in dis party pop a molly im finna get crunk
Wit saliva and we ridin couple ounces in da trunk
Heard dem opps been wanting peace let em know I ain't no monk
Had dat bitch all on her knees I don't know about no son
Like my bitch up in some leggings you can get snatched up
Wide body in da lot make it hard to back up
Like a pitcher imma throw da heat when he walk up (ZOOM!)
Throw dat head up in da whip and I give her a heads up
When they comin WHOO WHOO
Then we runnin WHOO WHOO
They be gunnin I'm duckin my head in da function
Pockets lumpin so I ain't slumpin (NAH)
Get to dumpin keep it no russian (FAH)

Painted Clouds

Soap.