Love2Death

Demon Flow! 3 (prod. reroxx)

W/ GHOSTOFBLU - SO HARD [PROD. XEROGI]

LET EM BLEED.
@ghostofblu @yunghonja @fabidhabi @killebov
@pxlse @colethekingx
apache and goth didnt have time to record :/
next song finna be hard as fuck tho :*

ENJOY FUCKERS CYKA BLYAD

GHOSTOFBLU x HXNJV x FABI DHABI x KILL EBOLA - LET EM BLEED [prod. PULSE x COLE THE KING]

siren sounds
hit the ground explosive rounds take out a town
blow me now open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds
sell their souls 
by the pound to make some gold 
inside rolling up the mold 
doubt ill be alive and old 
young and fold

clear glass full of red liquid love prescription 
breathing walls when the tablet kick in 
old ignition burning gas to cure my livid 
let me finish get a fucking second for the explanation of my recollection why you nothing but a slutty self centered cunt with a smelly one
got a smelly tongue burning russian creme when im giving up 
livings tough prolly gonna stop it when ive had enough
way too young
room is smoked out like a frat house bet you pass out 
ask how i be drinking popping burning louder than your bowl sounds
imma fowl mouth reaper in a hoodie bow down when i come around
with the wrong crowd

siren sounds [prod. kill ebola + pulse + plurbs]

W/VYX BLV$ - UNBEARABLE TORTURE [PROD.BY DED333]

SURPRISE

LYRICS APACHE:

AYE ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER
THE BLADE RUNNER
FUCK YOUR GAMES THIS AINT THE SAME FUCKER
THE BLOOD SUCKA
CUT YOUR CORPSE UP WITH A PAPER CUTTER
MAKE YOU SUFFER
AYE, ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

REST IN PIECE,
SIX FEET DEEP
WATCH ME CREEP
LAY YOU INTO SLEEP
CRUSING IN MY JEEP
DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR SHIT BITCH

THIS THAT TRIPLE SIX SHIT
I TASTE BLOOD IN MY SPIT
I SEE BLOOD ON MY WRIST
YALL ARE HYPOCRITES BITCH

LYRICS DEPTH STRIDA:

MERCENARIES
SPLIT YOU IN A HALF AND MAKE THE SHIRT LOOK
FUCKING DIRTY
THIRTY ROUNDS WILL GET YOU DOWN AND YEAH IM
VERY THISTY
FOR THE BLOOD OF BITCHES OH MY GOD PLEASE HAVE SOME
MERCENARIES
STRIDAWALKING IS MY BUSINESS 
MERCENARIES CALL US MISFITS
PAY THE PRICE OR SAY GOOD BYE
TO YOUR DUMB LIFE IM ONE A KIND
DEACEASE YOUR TRIBE AND MAKE IT MINE AND
I DONT CARE I THINK IM FINE CUZ
YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS ON THE LINE SO
TAKE A STEP BACK READ THE SIGNS
BLOOD ON MY AIRFORCE
TAKE A BITCH INTERCOURSE
STRIDA GOING DAMN HARD
MERCENARIES IS THE SOURCE

CHOPPER FT. DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. PULSE]

kill ebola - run 4 cover (prod. sulate + xxny)

my consciousness stuck out of reach
chemicals melt on my tongue as we rot at the beach
wash away in the sea

round and round it go roller coaster dome
dryer full of clothes head like all of those
show em wrote thru these flows surface spoke all they know
kick claps with off key tones catchy from pointless notes
fuck phones
land of the lazy braindeads 
same speds ate meds vibrated to your end
promo they make trend go lone aint make friends
my zone no defense we all weak meat flesh

block the thoughts with box of cough and sniffs
erasing pain and clocks its stops the sobbing quick 
forget myself for a while a growth apocalypse 
sore slept metal cots my car impounded hit
sought confidence like pockets hollow quick
stop locking lips bitch back to slobbing dick
thot thought she slick she aint that hard to get 
lard targeted get hit with shards of tin
push pins of twins of hers n hims who think they all so different 
but littler than litter shit and try so hard to fit it in
social skills petite women 
life is feet fitting you defeat driven 
she got meat mittens knees got fleece in em
seamen speed given she a need pin it 

you a loser moveable meat
chug kombucha chase it with bleach
medicine made my kidneys weak
weak wavs fill up your feed
fucker living like he deceased 
busy bee been grinding teeth
extinct

weak.wav

lay with me and we'll escape baby x2
i know that your brains racing 
fast pace and i been adding to the hate lately 
aid pain and im so sorry that i aint making 
this shit easy for you difficulty game playing 
substance aint been saving me but i still crave hate it
makes me forget and numb myself but now i aint facing 
what i need to be with you and now you aint patient 
just come here i like when you near
why do i keep pushing far from me 
turning something into nothing aint do shit for me 
now im aggressive cus im stressing and my fist forming
forcing you to fill your bags now out the door storming
even if we aint good pretend 
cus our love will never if we end

disappear here i feel better when you near 
dispose of your fear lost lane lemme steer 
top of your tier
see a wolf when you get sheered 
depart from peers who want you smeared ill wipe your tears when we escape im hard on you your heart cant take
i made your mind state solid hate 
turning home to vacant me to mental patient
cus its safe to say my sane brain deflating 
sun rays erasing cus the raining staying 
and you aint aye wait bitch your my moon shine chase it face it
see you when i stalk your days and
we aint back and now yours in braces 
kill us both i know that satan waiting

escape

prod @pxlse

lyrics depth strida:

the legacy is back, its apache fuckin strida time
12 gauge fat shotgun bro aboutta pay the fine
torture him in my chamber 
red dots many laser
fuck him up
meet me later
pull up in pulses beamer
the masks aboutta crack
theres nothing i could hidemayne
you want me on a track
 but that shit not my type aye
apache on the lmg
and we put you up in light ay
fuck with us you get wet up
im not comparing size ay

uh fuck hit the uppercut
and you spit some blood
uh tell me what the fuck was up?
you dont got no bloods
uh catch me sneakin thru your block
hit apache walk
uh no i cannot stop
make his  fuckin body pop

apache:

the fucking king is back
ready to attack
hand out packs 
to the junkies who need crack
always armed with my strap
mac 11 drum mag
pull up in the night with a mask on
alright staying in the dawn
chopper and the ar
drum mag fmj yuh
still beneath the read
u pussies is fake yuh
really did the race yuh
and i never say no
pop pop big chopper on deck yuh

5. DROP! (FT. DEPTH STRIDA) [PROD. PULSE]

DEATHSLEFTHAND