sounds like that one edgy kid in the corner who says hes gonna hurt people but then people team up and throw em in a dumpster

VISIONS OF DYSTOPIA PROD. Glexks

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Do Not Resurrect - 2077

Lyrics:

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

In this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Ain’t no beef with me this ain’t a steakhouse
If you really got a problem we could fade out
Get a little clout and then you phase out
Finally realize that you all played out

Quarter mil up on the table got an Earache
Fuck they gonna do for me at this rate?
If I don't sign I won’t be nothin’ but that’s fear based
Bigger numbers than your roster in the present day

Got a bad lil bitch and she ten toes
No bra, no panties, that’s the dress code
I’m Eric Draven out the grave, know the dead rose
Shinigami in my dreams writin’ death notes

Right back, right back, right back
Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write back, write back, write back
Hit me the for feature I don’t write back

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

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tekaruu X Daniel Teed - kill them

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XATASHI: 
https://open.spotify.com/artist/02BMPJbCTip0cSHomYl07g?si=vZwABqxhSpmAMqdkn072ig&nd=1
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DO NOT RESURRECT:
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https://twitter.com/donotrxsurrect
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1: XATASHI]
Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch, like what?
Slid up to the party, with a body in the trunk
And I heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh
Glock tucked down on my motherfuckin' hip
Talk shit, get shot in your motherfuckin' lip
Spent three racks on a motherfuckin' bitch
And she bust it down low, on my motherfuckin' dick
He talkin' shit, he get gutted like a fish
And I fuck on that bitch, she gon' suck on my dick
And I came with a strap, that's attached with a dick
Pulled up 10 deep in a motherfuckin' whip
Bad bitch hit on my line, I might hit that
Cock back, shoot that bullets gone hit that
Boy talkin' shit, he get shot in his face
This choppa reloaded, I'm strapped with a K
His bitch give me brain
Nah, she give me dome in the back of the wraith
Now we be dancin' on top of his grave
I'ma be asking that boy how the motherfuckin' dirt taste

[Verse 2: do not resurrect]
Okay, swing the blade, I hit his back, get to crackin'
Bring the rage, I'm not so passive 'bout action
Beam his face and then I pass him a napkin
Your greed is tasteless and you lackin' a sack, bitch
Hit the top, okay, you mad or what?
I don’t want ya bitch and I don’t want ya number
I won’t join ya clique and I won’t come to functions
But keep dummy clips, my thumper stomach rumbling
Livid and dead
I'm poppin' lead
Put you to bed
The sinister Res
I got a plan
Aim for the head
I live for the red
I’m boutta shred
Fill 'em with dread
Your people are bled
I cock it back
Empty the clip
You silly simple stupid fuckers, never cannot do it like how my glocky do it
I pillage loot and cause a ruckus, ain't nobody movin' how the god is movin'

[Hook: XATASHI]
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch, like what?
Slid up to the party with a body in the trunk
And I heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Yeah she suckin on my dick
Yeah she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch like what
Slid up to the party with a body in the trunk
And i heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh

Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Spent a rack on a bitch
Now that bitch tryna fuck
Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Spent a rack on a bitch
Now that bitch tryna fuck

Animosity

XATASHI X DO NOT RESURRECT - Animosity (Prod. Tokyo!) *OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS*

[Hook: Grioten]

Don’t need no friends
I got bitches on my line 
Imma write you on my Death Note
Don’t waste my time

If you wanna fuck with me
I’ll fucking light you up inside 
And if you tryna have some fun
I’ll fucking put you in a tie like

Bitch I’m on go go go go go
Like bitch I’m on a roll roll roll roll roll 
Why you pull up with a stick?
I’m tryna pull up with fist and we fight 

Like one two, kung fu
You finna see the light 

Imma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight dripping blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean 

What the fuck you want from from me?
Boy you ain’t shit, I pack a treat
Like I’m just tryna fuck, I don’t want nothing in between 

[Verse 1: Sadfriend]

God damn, made a check off vendetta
Muthafuckas try to copy but they couldn't do it better (wait)
Keep a stone muthafucka got me feeling like Roseta
Raid a tombstone grip, don't trip under weather

Who are you better than, play on my lethermaid
Been doing shit, mutherfucka i'm a veteran
I'm a big dog, big shooter i'm competetive
Came in this bitch, mutherfucka and I'm ending it

You wouldn't know what to do if you were in my position
I made a problem, now it really is a competition
If he wanna try me, he gone end up in a mortician
Ay me and Grioten going up like 

Bitch I'm on go go go with a mutherfuckin poll
And i came with a vendetta leaving bodies on the floor
All these diamonds on me dancing you gone' really see em' glow
Got me stomping on the beat, and now we switching up the flow

[Break: L]

There are many types of monsters in this world
Monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble
Monsters who abduct children
Monsters who devour dreams
Monsters who suck blood
And monsters who always tell lies…

[Verse 2: Sadfriendd]

What I say?
I don't want no fucking bitch
I might pull up with a stick
Mr. SAD boutta send you to the crib
Mutherfuckas always talking, but they never say shit
Falling off muthafucka, steady grind like a bitch
Sadfriendd breakdancing on your face like this
Two stepping on your body cause i dance like this
Tombstones raidgrip, mutherfucka dethgrip
With a nimble in my vein
Call me doctor cause I'm sick

[Bridge: Light Yagami]

Now everything that was in my way is gone…
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It’s only a matter of time before I get rid of the police…
What do you think of that, L?
This is my perfect victory!
That’s right!
I WIN!!!

[Hook: Grioten]

Bitch I’m on go go go go go
Like bitch I’m on a roll roll roll roll roll 
Why you pull up with a stick?
I’m tryna pull up with fist and we fight 

Like one two, kung fu
You finna see the light 

Imma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight dripping blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean 

What the fuck you want from from me?
Boy you ain’t shit, I pack a treat
Like I’m just tryna fuck, I don’t want nothing in between

Death Lotto w/ ovg! & Sadfriendd

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OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

Lyrics: (Intro)

Before Corona I was livin like a loner
Now I got a fuckin dime piece I can call up when I wanna
I've been gettin better imma tell em if they don't know 
Everybody who was doubtin all the sudden turned to goners


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(verse)

Goddamn lately I do what I wanna, cum right in her face like that ain't somebody daughter
Since a kid man I knew I'd be a baller, with a couple hoes that I have to keep in order
Bounce that ass like a chevy impala 1967 baby girl go shake ya blessins right
Got your ex out her preein like a stalker colt 1911 it gon send that boiii to heaven no problem

Pussy why you talkin bout me
Hold that fuckin talk boiii we gon meet in the streets uh huh
You ain't never been in no beef
Probably fuckin why that he don't carry no heat uh huh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(Verse 2, Kuma the Third)

Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Screen time causing downtime,
You be hella lucky to be ready in the morning,
Finna need a pit stop,
Ready when this shit drop,
Cuz you down bad when the cameras start rolling,
Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Cuz you bad,
And you getting mad,
Fuck you and your face,
lil snitch I’ll pass,
I be loading mags,
Putting on a mask,
Sorry not sorry but I got the last laugh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches

CAIRO! x Kuma the Third - LAST LAUGH (Prod. Shneaky x prodbyjxn)

Deathgrip! w. Sinizter (prod. Ghostface playa)

This is a remix of the popular 2022 Phonk House track "HIMARS" by SCXR SOUL (Ukraine) that sampled Sinizter's "Poles Up" track.

Lyrics:

Hook:
Bending fuckin’ bars just like I’m Ronnie Coleman/
Top of the fuckin’ food chain bitch I’m always goin’/
Tatsumaki for your minds bitch I be mind controllin’/

Chasin’ pills and parties? Bitch I’m chasin’ money/
Master of the craft and can’t nobody hold me/
Knock that pussy out his kicks if he gettin’ gully/
Got the Glock when I’m in church might be a Bloody Sunday/

Verse:
Dumpin’ out the mag lil bitch I walk him down/
Leader Rakkasan bitch I don’t fuck around/
On my 187 shit bitch I just lay ‘em out/
Keep my demons in don’t make me bring ‘em out/

Droppin’ bombs just like a terrorist causing mass destruction/
Corruption takin’ over like the one world government/
Mind is so far gone bitch I can barely function/
Blissful ignorance is what the new dysfunction/

Brace yourself bitch I’m weapons free/
30 in the mag I’m on killing spree/
Triple six feet in the grave becomes reality/
Fertilized below the surface that’s finality/

Hook:
Bending fuckin’ bars just like I’m Ronnie Coleman/
Top of the fuckin’ food chain bitch I’m always goin’/
Tatsumaki for your minds bitch I be mind controllin’/
Don’t fuck around with the Apex you just might provoke him/

Chasin’ pills and parties? Bitch I’m chasin’ money/
Master of the craft and can’t nobody hold me/
Knock that pussy out his kicks if he gettin’ gully/
Got the Glock when I’m in church might be a Bloody Sunday/

SCXR SOUL & Sinizter - HIMARS (Sinizter Remix)

https://open.spotify.com/track/2dsbkdOFOPEd04udxFKleS?si=64cd03cf1b3446a6

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@iamYURY
@user-675054830 (5admin)

Lyrics:

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Can’t stop grinding everyday
To make sure that I’m not a have not
They just on the mother f***** sideline like a mascot
I’m just out here vibing
Keep it moving while they can’t talk
To the limit yeah I does it
This s*** like a mother f***** marathon I run it
Had to do this really from the ground up
Yeah I done it
This right here the mother f***** peak
We hit the summit

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Wait, put in that work
Mother f***** talking b**** I kill em with the perc
Dumpin at your heart
I’m bout to put em on a shirt
Top dog status
I’ma sell it like some merch
Wait b****, I’m a falcon and I’m coming off the perch
I had to k*** it cuz I couldn’t fight the urge
Whoop to the head
While the chopper’s on the curve
Came in with the fire m********** feel the burn
I got glasses on my face
Askin what do I observe
Now im doin better
I just made a couple fk***** racks off Vendetta
Pain k****** on me in my system I feel better
Blood up on my face and my mother f***** sweater
Avatar with the f***** Glock mark your head up
Can’t take the heat they do not like the weather
So in the street with the Glocks and berettas
Had to take em off cuz the opps never better

Sadfriendd x Yury x 5admin - Swerve (revolt)

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