@abortedaudio

pig recording its truffle 
why my heart get me in trouble 
falling down the stairs hurts double
from the spawn to the dark shore
skeletons and zombies roar 
cant escape the beating were so sore 
tortured upside down and wait for more 
theres fucking piss and shit all on the floor 
played this map noted math
they chasing biting scratch 
octopuses fucking laugh 
as a baby burned on dad 
what does that mean 
this bitch let me hit it like a dab peace 
sucking on her neck and cum in ass cheeks
its way better than last thing

bitch im waiting for the day
their all the same and im misplaced 
all the evil cant erase
all the wrong i done cant face
bled on sheets and then i place
isolation won disgrace 
screaming brain i dont feel safe
spreading pain in my escape 
happy chase and taking space
why i feel so damn forsaken 
bitch quit touching me dont rape
chop the bodies like a steak
the alien puts rod in face
bloody mess cant drive for days
they rip his skin off from his legs 
i squeeze his neck until it breaks

pitch blur (feat. kill ebola)

music video:  https://youtu.be/oHLxTb3ZyMQ

prod @pxlse

lyrics:

okay, yuh
run, run, run, run, run, run
you gon meet my gun
run, run, run, run, run, run
kill everyone
run, run, run, run, run, run
aint no bullet proof vest, you gon meet my gun
run, run, run, run, run, run
bout to shoot imma fucking kill everyone

bout to shoot bout to fire bout to hit an opp
drum mag laser beam on the fucking glock
blurry vision, blurry thoughts yeah my mind is fucked
paranoia, all these voices i cant make them stop
bitch boy get knocked get your shit rocked
hit licks move bricks drum mags got the stick uh
kill em all, im a psychopath
deaths left hand, never scared, never show my path

MEET MY GUN [PROD. PULSE]

PROD BY @PXLSE @AKVRI

LYRICS:

SHATTER DREAMS, BREAK YOUR FACE
ON THE BLOCK NO DISGRACE
BENT ON CHAOS NO ESCAPE
BETTER RUN OR MEET YOUR FATE
AY, BETTER RUN OR MEET YOUR FATE

IM A DEMON YOU CANT STOP ME
BLOODY VISION EARS ARE BUGGING
WEAPONS COCKED, 

DEATHSLEFTHAND, COLD KILLER
SPIT YOUR BLOOD, GRIM CHILLER
LOADED GUN, NO FILLER, NO THRILLER

I GOT DEMONS IN MY HEAD
NEVER SLEEP, ALWAYS FED
ON THAT LIQUOR, ON THAT BREAD

FOUR FIVE LOST MY SOUL TO THE STREET
TAKE A HIT, FEEL THE HEAT
CHASE THE HIGH, FEEL COMPLETE
BUT IT'S NEVER ENOUGH, CAN'T DEFEAT

RUNNING FROM THE SUN
CHASING SHADOWS, ON THE RUN
DARKNESS CALLS, NEED A GUN

DEATHSLEFTHAND, ALWAYS NEAR
WHISPERS IN MY EAR, EVERYTHING CLEAR
NUMB THE PAIN, SHED A TEAR
BUT I'LL NEVER BE CLEAR, DISAPPEAR

FATAL [PROD. PULSE x AKVRI]

AI (28).mp3

@g6th @killebov @yunghonja @fuckapache @ghostofblu @fabidhabi @pxlse 

bitch.

FABI DHABI x GOTH x KILL EBOLA x HXNJV x APACHE x GHOSTOFBLU - "FLESH!" [ PROD. PULSE ]

dead.

instrumental @warfill
mix/mastering : @frxchtzwxrg

LYRICS :

END MY LIFE/
STABBING IN YOU WITH THE KNIFE/
LET YOUR BODY SACRIFICE/
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRIBE/
TALK SHIT BURN YOUR BODY TILL YOU´RE FUCKING DEAD/
PULL THE TRIGGER SHOOT THE BULLETS STRAIGHT IN MY FUCKING FACE/
FUCK FUCK DANCING WITH THE DEMONS/
FUCK FUCK DEVIL BITCH SWALLOW SEMEN/
GOD IS THE DEAD GOD IS DEAD GOD IS FUCKING DEAD (2x)

VOCALS FOR FLIPS

GOD IS DEAD (PROD. WARFILL)

+5107

LYRICS:
after hours of thinking i realized that i dont give a fuck
go do us all a favor and fucking end your life, good luck
pathetic little cucks start running when im shooting ar rounds
so shut the fuck up bitch and dont talk with your fucking basic sounds yuh
yuh aye
so fuck you and your weak ass bars
drive-by mac-11 shootin bullets out of pimped out cars
you tightly grip your 100 dollar bike by the handlebars 
sorry bitch but that shit wont work when we brrra pa pa pa

yuh

get buck motherfucker get buck
driving into crowds with a big ass truck
grip your neck tight bitch youre stuck
i learned to deal with my bad fucking luck

look her deep in the eyes she licks her lips yuh
not much time left for the apocalypse
the prophets warned us with the lunar eclipse
getting ready for war, hop in the (gun)ship

DRIVE-BY [PROD. PULSE]

Featuring @deathslefthand
Produced by @lucyfxr

Lyrics :

(kam)
hidding bodies on the freezer
floor is bloody call Conchita
she is grungy she is mine
she get me horny everytime
hidding bodies on the freezer
floor is bloody call Conchita
she is grungy she is mine
she get me horny everytime
hidding bodies on the freezer
floor is bloody call Conchita
she is grungy she is mine
she get me horny everytime
hidding bodies on the freezer
floor is bloody call Conchita
she is grungy she is mine
she get me horny everytime

(deathslefthand)
i got capital murder charges
kill some more cunts regardless
breaking bones move in the darkness
the smell from a rotten carcass
gives me headache makes me nauseous
but i carry on im heartless
only pick the easy targets
 
yuh aye

walk around like a phantom in the night yuh
drug addict mix the purple in my sprite yuh
sneak around your house shine in with my flashlight yuh
cops wanna try me imma risk the gunfight yuh

oh my god
what the fuck
lil bitch tryna break up
crying of her  make-up
im never switching up
load the ak and i let it pop 
watch your back cuz imma rob ya 
trust me i will find ya

razorblade with the sharpness
dont worry bitch i am harmless
keep it strapped in my pocket
yeah i am strapped with my harness

tesla (w/ deathslefthand) (p. lucyfxr)

FOLLOW @ele_wav & @fuckvermin & @zyrom
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LYRICS: https://genius.com/Ele-vocalist-garden-of-hell-lyrics
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MIXED: @zyrom // @ele_wav

ELE  x VERMIN - GARDEN OF HELL  [PROD. ELE x ZYROM]

kill ebola - i hate when you breathe w/ goth (prod. pulse)

prod @pxlse & @dytenna
decided to stop working on an album (biohazard) for now, it drained my creativity & annoyed me. ill just continue with droppings singles for now. that means i can drop a song ~ every 2 weeks instead of letting yall wait for months. 

lyrics:
knife in your fucking back
kick back of my strap hit you in the neck
where you bitch at, put you off the track
ready to attack, weapons in my duffel bag
fuck rap i dont care 
give me my flow back
no cap never scared that i might be dead 
wearing only black
rather be dead than listening to your tracks


still dont feel nothing, still got no emotions 
bones just keep crushing, drown you in the ocean
blood is still rushing, i might need ibuprofen
never been social, hopefully death is approaching