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Hollow (Prod. FXCKJAMiE)

A song by DARKSHORE

Written/produced by DARKSHORE 

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My Body

Produced by: Coilwound
Cover Artwork by: FXCKJAMiE

(Lyrics)

we know you ain’t hard by the way you getting mopped
Why you talking mad I got fifty fucking 
Glocks
Like a Demi god Do not think I can be stopped 
When I pull up to the spot I’m sending over shocks

Put yo ass deep in to the dirt 
Bitch Im not from this earth
Fuck death, your fate worse
Gotta quench my bloodthirst

You a bitch that’s what I said
Speak to me, you’ll end up hexxed 
Know I’m Doing satans work gotta keep this shit check

Ay I got my axe to yo face 
Right in yo skull going straight thru yo brain
Ay know that’s cops on the way
I don’t give a fuck cuz yo body gon decay
(x2)

we know you ain’t hard by the way you getting mopped
Why you talking mad I got fifty fucking 
Glocks
Like a Demi god Do not think I can be stopped 
When I pull up to the spot I’m sending over shocks (x2)

DECAY [PROD. COILWOUND]

CHEMICAL HIGH

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Bathwater

Contaminated

Day by day I be smilin & smilin, but every damn night, my thoughts will be wildin'.
The torchering silence, I'm drowning in sorrows, my demons they whisper "I'm dying".
They get in my concious; losing my head, sometimes forget where my mind is.
Been feelin so mindless, Dawn by Dawn
Hour by hour, been feeling so mofuckin lifeless.
Defenition for life is, worry bout yours.
I don't give a fuck.
The devil inside it's, a feeling so strong, I cannot go wrong, I'm vibing just pass me that bong.
I cannot fuck with your songs.
Ya'll just be talkin about money and trying to ball.
I cannot fuck with ya'll.
I cannot fuck with ya'll. (cant fuck with ya'll)

None of Ya'll got no real problems, I can resolve them, I could just start them.
I fucked up my mind, I got my own problems.
Slowly evolving, grab that revolver show them a party.
Killing for lies; a martyr.
Open your eyes, the bible of lies.
Your wasting your life, also your time.
Naming you Robin I'll hang you with ties, calling it Cobain I'm blowing your mind, it is not Whitney that's killing these lines, I'm the new hitler I'm taking your lives.
Paying you all back with genocide.
Ya'll wanna ride?
Ya'll wanna ride to hell?
I'll bring you myself, don't ring me the bell, your soul is on sale? You are not real.
Grabbing your face, now it's smashed on the rail.
You brought this on yourself,
brought all this on your fuckin self.
Don't ask or don't tell, I'll cut off your limbs & I'll blame the cartels.
Satan inside, don't fail me now.

All of that fuck shit that's in your lies
I cannot function look in my eyes
I cannot bullshit like all the time
I've died inside.
All of that fuck shit that's in your lies
I cannot function look in my eyes
I cannot bullshit like all the time
I've died inside, I've died inside.

My Body

DARKSHORE

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