[Lyrics]

If you talkin' smack you gettin' cracked mothafucka

(Verse 1) 

I'm pouring tinctures in my cup with 20 chemicals
Mix up everything that you be takin' medical 
Body sinking lower but y'all put me on a pedestal
Kill the game while killin' myself, ain't accidental
If you got a problem you can grow a pair of testicles
Take yo' ass to mass, boxing match inside the vestibule
I be swinging elbows when I break your jaw your penance full
Baptize this bitch in his blood. it's pouring plentiful

If you talkin' smack you gettin' cracked fucka (AYE)

(Verse 2)

Split his lip for talkin' shit and steppin' in my moshpit
I'll leave you unconscious and gouge your eye socket
Off a sack I snap ya back in half so you ain't walkin'
Hoppin' off the stage I'm off the chain and hittin' drop kicks
I be damned if I keep moving at this fuckin' pace
I can't tell what's got me sicker, liquor or you fuckin' fakes
Bitch I dropped the pole I'm droppin' bows these bones they desecrate
I ain't grippin' triggers fuck boy, I'm tryna break your face

If you talking smack you gettin' cracked 

Crack Addict (prod. SCARY MIND)

Featuring Davidsdead (@user-551671943)
Prod @crclxx
Cover art by me

[LYRICS]
Your life it don't mean nothing, the way that you think you living it
Got options for your death, no matter what you chose I'm giving it
Willing to, do for free, so when I come, don't disagree
An argument won't change a thing, you will never be a king

Say you're so different from everybody else
But nah, you're just the same
Only caring bout them numbers and the motherfucking fame
You'll never be shit, nah get it
Flexing stuff that you don't have that's just fucking pathetic

All your dumbass yapping, mane, just shut up
The only thing that you can't do is to keep it a buck
Life being you must be so sad
But me being me is making me glad
I get the joy to take your life, I'm coming for you in the night
I got the blade, I got the knife
You best better believe that I do what is fucking right
So go to sleep bitch
So go to sleep, sweet dreams bitch

Say you're so different from everybody else
But nah, you're just the same
Only caring bout them numbers and the motherfucking fame
You'll never be shit, nah get it
Flexing stuff that you don't have that's just fucking pathetic

The sword before me, cut through me, my soul is hollow aye
Nobody know me, I’m solely the man that’s lonely aye
Switchblades and money, this cocaine could make me suffocate
The world is burning, I’m watching, hear screams inside the flames

Talk bout the ghosts, of my past like I don’t know their names
So many friends, I had lost inside the burning flames
Come for the man, know I am the man you said my name
Run with the blades, in your veins, you think you know my pain

I ain’t the same, like you plains, your nothing new to me
A swipe of my hand, and your off the place I put you in
You come at the cost, of my peace
I’m takin medicine, I'm counting my cash
Kiss my ass, you pussy wanna be us

TimeForYouToGoSleep (feat davidsdead, prod CRCL)

GRAVEYARD - GLACIERSIDE
PROD. BY COBRA $HINS

GLACIERSIDE

SmokeSum ft. Dustylmao

Between Dreams [ft. CRISIS]

Kid Andre & trees - B52 (feat. Mavo)

Another Ghost Story(Prod.LordZuko)

Beat by @kingnilly
Lyric video:
https://youtu.be/TpsoRlRVN14?si=nVBeQ3-xP9-dzgoL

[Lyrics]
B-B-Been a while since I stepped out of my grave grave grave
Reaper to the core I will be the same same same
Motherfuck you and what you claim claim claim
Pussyboy act tough but you lame lame lame yuh

Said you had it rough huh, meals everyday 
With food up on your plate, mane
Trynna flex some hardship, like it would even be worth something 
But in the end it truly shows that you are really worth nothing 
I won't concede it either way, but you dead on the floor like you some stray
From tomorrow through today, nobody will find where the fuck you'll lay

Blood out my throat, blade in my Palm
Life is a cycle of pain no reward 
Skull on my face, my future been told
I am the Reaper you already know 

Get it back, get it up, Mark Ecko, get buck
Whatcha know about the skill cause you be thinking it is luck
Well I aint lucky motherfucker, do the study motherfucker
And you know when I am coming for you, bitch you better pucker
Lill sorry ass snitch, lill sorry ass bitch
Looking at my fucking life, yeah I'd bet you wanna switch 
But I would never wanna be you I don't even want to live like me 
All in all I would never stoop as low as you, that's a guarantee

Been a while since I stepped out of my grave grave grave
Reaper to the core I will be the same same same
Motherfuck you and what you claim claim claim
Pussyboy act tough but you lame lame lame 
Yuh.


GraveStepper (Prod. Kingnilly)

don't know what the fuck i'm doing 
if i gotta get up outta here 
then ima get to moving 
really tryna disappear my music booming
deep down i don't got no fear 
cuz lately i been cruising 
everybody call me weird 
like bitch im coolin
you can't see me im so clear 
yeah it's really like your clueless 
when i look inside the mirror i'm like who's this 
i can't tell who's staring back guess im really going through it 
if you knew how i was doing 
you would lock and throw the key 
cause my vision getting viewless 

if i could just talk to you 
roll that blunt and pass a few 
not the one you wanna choose 
oh my god im so confused 
but you already knew
all alone i don't go no crew 
wear that mask to hide the truth 
im to scared to see it through

clueless (prod. alexcozis)

F*ck Your Clickbait (Prod. by Netuh)

Beat prod by: @sorrow_bringer
Cover art by me
Thank you all for listening!
Shoutout @grey_official helping!

[Lyrics]
Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Alcohol up in my system and I'm far away from home
Chilling with the homies in the city, drinking as we roam
Alienated misfit from the north, feeling wrong
I can never shake that feeling that I don't belong
Right here, right there
No matter where the place be
Never been a minute that I ever really felt like me
Way past midnight, lights everywhere they shine so bright all I can see
Pain and torture, dark outside, but still it be fucking high degrees

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Day to turn night and the streets come alive
Walking through the sea of people hoping I survive
Cause you know I never sleep good I'm always deprived
Hotell 1944 like liberation arrived

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

EindhovenDowntown (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

DEAD NORTH
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- Canis Mortem ( @canis-mortem )
- sk.priker ( @skpriker )
- Endrenity ( @endrenity ) 

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EindhovenDowntown (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

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