art: @c3of
vocals: @donotresurrect
beat: @akvri + @STVRFIRE

[LYRICS]

hit him w the left, got him thinkin that he gon die 
venom in his flesh keep a blicky when it’s crunch time 
hit him in the neck bet he think he was a tough guy 
nigga ain’t a threat ima stick him in the lunch line 
gimme gimme bread ima get it for a long time 
keep a tec leave him wet w the gun like 
and she gimme neck got her thinkin i’m in love, yikes
she want sex i go above and beyond like 

i brought a glock with a gold shovel 
ice w the mop ima cold devil 
rip his soul on the spot with the cold metal 
beam me up ima god on my own level 
see me up at the top like a gold medal 
she keep suckin i might need a cold beverage 
he be up in my spot like i won’t get him 
heat him up he a opp ima go getter 

you need somebody shot well i tote weapons 
cant give a fuck bout what you say 
i don’t need nothin from no peasant 
50 drum spirit gun like i’m yusuke 
i ride w killers that know killers 
i’ll pause your life like it’s blu ray 
all of my niggas is known hittas 
keep it up stupid fuck i might blue flame it 
he a new patient

hit him w the left, got him thinkin that he gon die 
venom in his flesh keep a blicky when it’s crunch time 
hit him in the neck bet he think he was a tough guy 
nigga ain’t a threat ima stick him in the lunch line 
gimme gimme bread ima get it for a long time 
keep a tec leave him wet w the gun like 
and she gimme neck got her thinkin i’m in love, yikes
she want sex i go above and beyond like

i brought a glock with a gold shovel 
ice w the mop ima cold devil 
rip his soul on the spot with the cold metal 
beam me up ima god on my own level 
see me up at the top like a gold medal 
she keep suckin i might need a cold beverage 
he be up in my spot like i won’t get him 
heat him up he a opp ima go getter

SPIRIT GUN (FEAT. DO NOT RESURRECT) (PROD. AKVRI & STVRFIRE)

Prod. CL!PPED
Mix and Mastered by Xstitch

Lyrics:
On some spitting rhyme shit
Sweating in the sunshine
Grinding on this rap track
I'll be ready when it's time
Tryna get a healthy state of mind
Always staying hungry
Ima lion my own pride
Made myself a promise
Never doubt myself
Let others do that for me
Y'all will rot in hell
Frozen if you won't dwell
Regretting your own sorrows
With the problems you create
Shoulda stuck around
If you wanted to be saved
Now the last thing you will see
Is my red katana blade
Don't be shy
She tryna play
This is not fight you will win
Kneel down and pray
Pray to your gods
I will show mercy
Only common courtesy
Unfortunately
I am not so merciful
Uncommon don't you see
Thrust my sword up out its sheath
Do you have any last words
Shut the fuck up
I don't care
Dog eat dog world
No one playing fair
Congrats bitch
You caught me spittin facts
Normally don't speak mind
Too complex for this time
No one understanding
Where ya boi is speaking from
Coming to destroy the game
Even if I die one day
I will still be dropping bombs
Call it martyrdom
Locking all my demons in a prison cell
Feeling like I'm bout to lose control
They shaking up the cage
Crazy temper burning rage
Taking it to the big stage
You never know which direction I will take
Making the bread, it's freshly baked
Got your bitch up on my dick she wanted all my
Icing on her cake
Money talks
Listening to what she had to say
She say keep grinding
I won't be in your way
Bet you're scared I'm not afraid
Best beware, I'm here to stay
Taking care of my mistakes
Do not fuck with me
I will cook you well done
Feed you to my dogs
I'm rapping in the sun
On the beach
Need to teach you pussies
Once the darkness is released
Guarantee you'll be deceased
All your plays we be decreased
Never ever face defeat
Bitch I'm Grinding to the top
Laughing at you while you cheat
I'm Riding in the front seat
Driving high Behind the wheel
With carbon steel
This ain't a game
You can't heal
I will keep it real
My Katana blade
Don't play nice
Want a taste
She gotta real kick with some spice
Killing you would be my vice
I'd advise
Taking my advice
When I tell you keep talking
Or I'll catch you by surprise
Hunting for a fight
I'm lurkin in the night
I despise
All you little flies
Quit buggin
You ain't thuggin
You just bluffin
Bitch you're nothin
And I'm reaching new heights
You coulda been right by my side
Fortunate you didn't ride
You made your choice now you die
And I'm still going
Keepin the flowin
Know what I'm knowing
I am chosen
All of you rappers
Just don't know it
Rapping treason
Death penalty receivin
Hunting season
What you're saying
Ain't appeasing
All your tracks
Will be deleted
Once I get my point across
All your fans will be your loss
Know the difference of a leader and a boss
And I'm both bitch
Told myself to practice
Better get used to it
Success can be a coin toss
Slowly grow the green like moss
97Ares hunting down you motherfuckers
Skinning you alive
Laughing as you die
No one is gonna cry

Demon-Stration of an Underdog Mentality (Prod. CL!PPED)

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BLACK MAGIC AND AUTOMATICS (Prod. Requiem Cult)

FRIGHT NIGHT
-------------------------------
Featuring @fxckyoujamie
Produced by @fxckyoujamie
Mixed & Mastered by DEEMXNN & FXCKJAMIE
Artwork by @fxckyoujamie

lyrics:

[DEEMXNN]:

i grip a k it’s right next to my hip when i head to the bank get the fuck up out my face
niggas still drown in their own fucking waves
boy i been off the map and they think that their safe
can’t fuck with the gang you’re surrounded by demons these hollows gon lay em right down in his grave
pop out the cut load it up from the mud 
there’s a voice in my head and it’s never gon fade 

better duck from that red dot 
knocking your top off 
we shatter their windows we fill up the graveyards
bought a new stick with a blade boy it ain’t stock
got a stick on me 
i got a demon inside of my head you gonna die today
building them racks she come fuck with me
demon been hanging wit dogs and he’s never gon drift away

[FXCKJAMiE]:

I come out the dirt
I’m back for some blood, got yo’ crew on alert 
All I know is to hurt
I’m ready to die but I’m killin’ you first
You know I’m off of the Molly 
I’m ‘bout to catch a new body 
Im never givin’ a fuck, yeah sorry bitch I’m not sorry

Aim for the face
Dismember his body and take out his brain
I don’t need a grave
I leave him to rot and observe him decay
Yeah watch ‘em guts decompose 
and now they food for the crows
I’ll send my madness to masses ‘til fucking everyone knows

FRIGHT NIGHT (FEAT. FXCKJAMiE)

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz

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@CoaastGxd - The Wolf
Produced by mostøvoy
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Eddy Vocals at Lyrics Studio.
Artwork arranged by @haloblaack

Lyrics
Coaasty came in with a blade swinging and a fucking chain link digging in my throat
Slave to the unknown
No where to call home
And a bullet fucking killing all my hope
Sold my soul to the highest bidder
Now the fucking devil got me swinging by a rope
Can somebody help me cope
Living with my head in the vision of a scope
No where to fall back when you all that
Fake punk motherfuckers on my ball-sack
Take ten bludgeons from a baseball bat
I'm a trash god
You're a fucking mall rat
When I come in 
I'm coming in fast
I strike a match and then burn it to ash
Light a cigarette on the remains and then laugh as the pillars you made all collapse

I made you
Your chains are perpetual
You may be the Sheppard 
Well I'm the wolf
You see potential while I see prey
I promise that you're gonna see this way
And should you rebel or be led astray
The powers of hell gonna see your face
Until little by little you'll be replaced
Until all that remains is another slave

Hogtied in the back of a black corolla
Sorta sober
Sipping on a warm corona
Noxious odor seeping from a toxic bloater
Stoke the flame to choke the chain and let em know its over
Pound for pound we smoking doja
The hopeless soldiers hold it down like a frozen boulder
No joke when I spoke now it's time for closure
Cock back on the strap then I let it go
Yuh

Thinking of sticking around
Dicking around
Sticking my dick in the ground
Singing a similar sound
Filling a mound
Dipping and taking a bow
Whipping and making it loud
Live in a cloud
Giving it all for the crowd
Hell-bound
While the motherfucking world spins...
Round

Shrouding my hatred I need to calm down
Every ounce of me wasting up in a small town
I got reasons I'm feeling a little gone now
I been anxiously waiting for me to fall down

(Fuck
Fuck this shit
I'm done
Cut it)

BLACK MAGIC AND AUTOMATICS (Prod. Requiem Cult)

DELIRIUM

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