SONGS I CUM TO

CRAIG SCISSORHANDS + Hysteria + gore street

CRAIG SCISSORHANDS VOL 2

HARD FUCK

lyrics:
all this talk
but they wont look me in my face
tryna act like you my friend
my nigga what you got to say?
beef aint really real
i might just lay yo ass to waste
everybody on the internet
my nigga where you stay?

i gotta go
i do not fit in your roles
thinkin bout taking yo soul
you do not fuck with the folks

want all the money
i want all the cheese
look at my bank account
ima go eat
uh
you been irrelevant b
why are you pockets so empty?

im feeling manic
hit the wall, god damnit
my chest hurt
i might panic
went from an angel
to a savage

[hook]

lay em to waste 8x

im exhausted
no more talking
ill get out of here
no longer crawling

[hook]

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LAY YO ASS TO WASTE(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

lyrics:
i just be doing me
whenever
they tryna talk i ignore
it whatever
im doing fine
never been better
go get ya bitch
cuz im getting her wetter
look at the bag
ya i am a getter
riding around with the
plague on my sweater
osama my bro
and he up in my header
every nigga cant up
in the center

ya 
i be chasing 
the diamonds
like minecraft
you aint made 
out of stone
i see fine cracks
man im washed up
how the time pass
but still they never
rapping like that

uh
i just be grinding to get it
ya
never gon put on a image
uh
crip walked in the game and i shitted
uh
joe biden stuter 
when im spitting

what he do with it?
spend it! x8

slide up on the beat
then i rap like dat
i feel like im yeat 
cuz im sorry bout dat

now they finally
tryna pay some attention
while im tryna 
rap and clean me some dishes
i aint never 
care bout money and bitches
now im older
feeling colder than frigid
now im just havin fun
you could go flex with a gun
whatever they do its already been done
no reason to hate cuz we already won
and none of these niggas be 
running the ones
stupid ass nigga you look like a bum
no more running round my head 
to find a reason to exist
know they stay mad cuz they know
i never miss
if you cant take the heat then you should
prolly go and quit
fuck school fuck a job tell em smd

WHAT IF YEAT WAS IN MINECRAFT MINING DIAMONDS(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

lyrics:
everynight i wanna 
run away
daydream 
thinking bout a better place
cant look me in the mirror
cuz i fucking hate my face
i bet if i died it would be 
a holiday
giving my all to be better
but whatever 
niggas want me to be lesser
everyday i feel
more pressure
to the lyric down to letters
insecurity
inside of me
im sober just
in spite of me
no human can inspire me
and i wanna retire please
i been doing all this shit
for years
just to fuck up my own 
life and spending nights
in drowning tears
everybody tryna hate me
but i made it a career
battle suicidal thoughts
and demons talking
in my ear

i 
am so tired

why
do we desire

i try
live life with liars

if i died
one more time ill get higher 

bitch im done from working all day
bitch i grind so i could get paid
you put on a front cuz you lame
all you got a pussy ass brain
i cant take it you are the same
i just wanna go learn a trade
get off the mic and go run a fade
hate yo life cuz everything fake

i thought music was so fun
flexing bitches totin guns
should known
from the day i started 
doing it won
but 
now im getting older
and one day ill have a son
and before i die like you
i wanna win and then be done
i cannot be a statistic
younging was a misfit
lost a lotta friends
’17 yeah i miss it
they could never do 
it how i do while doing dishes
been sold out shows
go and buy a ticket

IM SCARED TO BE 30 AND STILL RAPPING LIKE YOU NIGGAS(PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

lyrics:
ya
i been living my life in a different color
uh
been looking at it different
they could never manage
what to do in my position
lookin in the mirror
thinking im the opposition
too afraid to scream
cuz i know god listens

but i had to let it out
pressure from a night of
broken bottles
gotta sweat it out
break another promise
i cant say that
you would never doubt
we gotta go a different way
cuz i know theres a better route

[mental breakdown]

they tryna take me out but i dont got the time for em
[x4]

[breakdown continues]

COLORS(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

AGORAPHOBIA(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

I cant seem to recall
What unfolded last night
But I woke on the floor
Blurry lines in my sight

I burn all that I touch
Tend to push away help
Everyday is the same
My eyelids starting to melt

Ive been floating through life
Long as I can think back
Growing cold as I age
Ive fallen into the trap

I hate the way that I think
I hate the way I react
I cannot change what I am
This is the final act

How do you know
How do you know who I am
I stay at home
You wanna go, you’re frightened
Seconds drip by
Seconds drip down the walls
Live in the night
Sleep through the day, I’m false

Cant identify anything I feel
When I close my eyes I see the red spill
Always feeling like theres someone onto me
Maybe all this paranoia sets me free
Cant identify anything I feel
When I close my eyes I see the red spill
Always feeling like theres someone onto me
Maybe all this paranoia sets me free

How do you know
How do you know who I am
I stay at home
You wanna go, you’re frightened
Seconds drip by
Seconds drip down the walls
Live in the night
Sleep through the day, I’m false
How do you know
How do you know who I am
I stay at home
You wanna go, you’re frightened
Seconds drip by
Seconds drip down the walls
Live in the night
Sleep through the day, I’m false

AMERICAN PSYCHO (PROD. SXZU/YAUX)

MEMO (FT. KASHER QUON)

beat prod @takizava

features in order:
@issbrokie - issbrokie
@strandead - $tranded
@m_ay77 - nowarden
@orgetplus - orgetplus
@yaffeyaffe - yaffe
@gorttt - gort
@pixldustt - pixi
@bissiboi - bissi
@yungtraz - semtexxx
@quankk - quankk
@heptaknot - heptaknot
@kill_dyll - killdyll
@lope-dope - lopedope
@unclegrant - uncle grant

BYUNGY CYPHER (ALL FEATS IN DESC.)

shoutout @issbrokie

Bitch what up up on my wrist I call it Big Ben
Looking through the scope like yeah you know I never miss man
Big vip status I ain’t even got a wrist band
Black gloves up on my fist said yeah I’m looking like a hit man 

Every-time I wanna talk I said they always wanna say sum
Fuck a bitch up on your bed her ass is down I keep her face up
All these blunts I keep ‘em rolled and you could never ever face one

Pay up all the time I be wasting
I kick it back in the basement 
I don’t know what you be claiming
I keep the blood on the stainless
She wanna fuck make her famous
But I’ve been feeling deranged
I wanna rip off your faces
I wanna fill it with pain
She wanna suck on my dick and I make the tip touch her brain

I make the tip touch her brain
Dumb fuck
Spinning down the block bitch I had to make ‘em duck
I got ice up in my veins im bouta hit you like a puck
And I’ve been down up on my dick I said I’m bouta get it up

And bitch I’m so gifted im feeling so lifted
What pills you taking yeah I said like it’s a mix
And I don’t fuck you bitches keeping my inches
Gotta keep my cool I keep perc 5’s up in the brisk
I don’t beg for forgiveness fuck to yo mission
Talking out yo mouth I’ll have you bleeding from the lip
And I don’t even give a fuck and I don’t even give a shit
I said just look up at my face I keep the blade up on my hip bitch

Bitch I’m fucked
8x

(brokie)

Bitch I’m manifesting for things I ain’t ever had
Pussy rappers wanna talk u get put up into a pack bitch

(brokie)

Off the pills and off the liquor said why I be feeling sad
All these drugs up in my system im dying up on this mattress 

(brokie)

Bitch I’m fucked
8x

balisong & scissors

dekma