403 SOUTH

SOCKETT

KNOOSE KNOCKIN

BEER JUICE

Bitch I wake up with drugs in my blood, 
Feeling nothing, always numb 
I lost count of the ones 
Who fucked with me, and met my guns
Death Pitt hit the ditch
Catch it on the morning news 
Im on that solo reproduce 
I made my choice who I choose
Lost myself but found you r
A dull shiv cutting through 
Blood boiling raged hero, prime time spot light up them up before I'm fighting, always sparking fore I make a move, 
Came out the womb being rude in a bad fucking mood, 
rSpot on salty mother fucker chugging 
Pints of liquor till I'm blind 
Lying to them women because I don't know if it's wrong or right
Smoke em if you got em
Hope that she don't ask for another bite 
Cause I think you know by now that I'm right full of  drugs and a lethal dose of cyanide 

Death Pitt broke bitches, fuck your mom then do her dishes
Snarly punk ass timid kids crossing crucifixes,
Cocaine, nose strain, snort it till I hit the grave 
403 stay away
And don't say my fucking name 

Don't speak no Spanish
But i took your chica home to play 
I'm Smokin herbal medicine
With medicated drugs I laced
Never leave the house without the fuckin stainless on my waste


Pull up with the shotty got my finger on the trigger semi-cocking rocket launcher body dropping oddly figured obviously I'm fucking awesome and often intoxicated opt to smoke a lot of pot  I'm blazin in the hot box while we waiting stalk your every destination getting low on patience so please don't make this a mother fucking problem 

 Living with a broken soul
Like fuck it I'm still living though
Throwing shade subliminal 
Drinking every single four
Jiggin' jaw stuffed nose
Bleeding like a follicle
its my problem not yours 
Say what you wanna say  hoe 
Just gimme all your drugs bitch
 and go get me another four 

Death Pitt we got no hoes 
We still just  2 broke boys
nothing but skin and bones 
drinking pink water filled wit stones
but the vitamin liquor  chose
me
i cant fight this urge no more
my pa made me a bad mother fucker
no choice 
break bones raid homes
403 my throne bitch

reev undefeated in the sheets 8 inch deep
Move to the left hips up my dick numb please,
Cost effective pricing alcoholics dine free
Shipping K from the basement get that bread while I sleep
Meet and greet all too breif 
But your feelings find me,
Nothing left of prime T
Christ free, dykes cheat, toe draggin on them bitches but it just a light deek,
S13 riding low but I'm high in the Chevy,
Smoke leaking from the pipes
You got a Blown Head gasket
Nah its just the fucking cigarettes and weed

Corrosive when I'm coughing conversations turn to problems
Got me choking on this vodka
Spitting fire smoking lava 
Fuck em bleeding I don't wanna
Death Pitt pure dishonor
Rock bottom hitting lows 
Pitt viper venom swallow
Tell im leaving as I follow 
Cause I like a fucking challenge 
You can Find me looking Hollow 
Neck tied with the noose tight rope
But you know I still be sippin on a bottle
fcuk out my face pussy boy

STILL SICK

SICK VIPER

HOMICIDE EP

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Love Pit FT. HOLLYWOOD JIZZ

(LIL TOMB) 
Got some G in my drink, 
Sippin steady feeling faded, 
Didn't need it but they offered 
So I had a sniff a lady
Got my trigger finger laced
(Pulling up) guns blazin any time any day, 
Packin chain with an a AK and the extra mags,
Aye,
Uh
Phantom with the hand cannon
Better pray the stainless safe
Who behind that bandana
Just a man with no manners
Wouldn't recognize my face anyway 
Just a coke addict, broke bastard, nose packed, low on standards, 
And your gull bladder looking better on a fuckin platter 
They asked if I'm loud 
Im yelling ayyee (mother fucker) 
You know I be proud 
But I got no shame
Just look at me now
Bitch, not a thing 
Putting bullets down , don't forget fuck the twelve, 
21 pumps and your guts leaking blood 
No more breath in your lungs now I'm feeling aroused
(why is he here) 
You know it be Reev who the fuck is that tho 
Know one you wanna know just a bad apple
Senpai keep remind me I'm not a good example
But don't quit what your good at 
So ima just keep at it tho 
And I Could give a fuck hoe, if I offend you
(and I know I'm always saying this, but fuck you)

Chuggin like a burnout with a bit of bad attitude
No one near as snarly, salty fucker my maners rude, 
Best be sure about it fore you cross me In a bad mood 
Slugs up in the clip bitch BANG BANG BANG FUCKING BOOM 
Land my tomahawk into your hip pussy boy fuck you

(death pitt
403 South
Jb smoked out
Doped out
Smoked out
Doped out
Now in really fuckin out)

STAY SICK EP

(DEATH)

(Con Sava)
Death Pitt, 403 South, Still sick, I'm fowl mouth 

Death Pitt paid in full no borrowing
Still I stick to the mains of the 403
Blunts lit sippin tang never low on lean 
Arms tied hit them veins with a stolen needle

Didn't have no fucking guns and I didn't have no god damn funds,
Now I got a bunch of guns and I bought a couple grams of fun, 
drugs up in my system chronic smoke up in my lungs
I pop prescriptions on a mission spoken end up on a front
Reev keeping things faded 
I got drugs booze and blunts
Always be the most hated
Few people call me a cunt,(it's true tho) 
I'm bout submission of you choking in this instance lookin rough 
I sold a minute i got older getting richer dying young
I bought a lifetime of disorder slowly getting so much sicker fuckin life is over rated spitting slivers from my mouth
Not fuckin done, but I'm out

OK I'm back just had to smoke and stuff some mother fucking slugs up in my mouth, 
Run bitch now, you better get some fuckin help,
Death Pitt out, on the hunt you hear the murder sounds
Lock your door when I'm in town but that might not be enough because I'm really really looking for some fuckin Jits to pound 
I'm rukus bound, legit fucked clown, 
Attacking now, guns up out, I shut em down, one left now, not a sound until my ratchet meet you on a date inside your mouth,
Clip, stacked, trigger pinched BOOM POW problem solved, NOW I'm really fucking out



Can't get rid of me like I'm the mother fucking southern plague,
Infections and disease my brother got whatever comes to name,
Death Pitt boys still such a long way to go till we're great
In the mean time kill whoever standing in the fuckin way
16 safety off driving by just to make sure you awake
My thugs my kanines steppin fades 
Run a risky business, bust a couple up bout 6 for J 
I'm not an easy man to like ask the last bitch I date
And all the women in my life spite me 
Im a demon seed
Raised myself on the most violent sectors of the steets,
Preset; drugs alcohol smoke and nicotine
Down to half a heart so time to slit my wrists, line one up I smoke a cig sit back and watch them fucking bleed

Stuck In The North But It Feels Like Home

Death Pitt King pins, drug lords with the sick six
Straight out from the cut raised by the mother fuckin innocent,
Pull up with the shotty keep the nina on my digits,
Calling codeine oxycodone after rolling for a minute
Fuck boy don't wanna get hit
By death Pitt, we still 2 broke bitches
No stiches for the snitches
And you know we got a rep to keep
The reason why we don't repeat
Im sitting on a throne with the victims stowed underneath 

Catch me with a hoe swimming in my silk sheets
Make her bleed, make her scream, bloody murder on the scene
It's the chronicles of drugs, alcohol and nicotine
And you know I'm a wanted man, try and find me 
My back story aint that pretty least I got a big dick,
If you don't believe
Jus ask my last couple bitches
Gonna say I'm a prick, 
And he also did this 
Then proceed to to tell you how I stretched them mother fucking lips,
Reev packing it thick
Now lemme breaka them hips 
Frim the chronic in the spliff to coke in my nose 
I said I got a big dick and now errbody knows
if you looking for me I'ma be inside a ratchet hoe 
Can always catch me shining, wrist locked with that gold

Death Pitt degenerates, declaring war on the citizens 
Straight out of the cut learned from thr best in the bidness 
Roll up with the 16 keep the stainless in my kitchen 
Popped an oxy then some molly now im finna drop a piglet
Pussy boy better avoid death Pitt 
Narcissistic broke bitches
Snarly punk ass timid kids 
And you know we got some place to be 
The reason why we always leave 
Im searching for a home where all the fuckin hoes will be 

The 403 bitch, it's what I call the cut,
Rolling reefer sticks while I pop prescription drugs 
Coughing, leaky lips the G drippin out my mouth
Never stoppin, Ima drop em till the coffin getting shut
Lil stain gonna bring the pain with the right hook up,
Mother fuckers looking lame lemme give you give you some 
Strapped with hand cannons
Unrestricted pistols on my fuckin belt 
You better find protection fore my finger slips, gun sounds
sick of fucking with stress so I light a blunt and have a drank
Could give a fuck bout what they thank 
Don't give a fuck bout what you say
Vulgar be my choice of language
Couple a ways that I could say it
But fuck you pussy boy always gonna be my favourite

DE^TH P!TT

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