A Bloodsoaked Symphony

NUMB! (Prod. Roma Jonson)

prod pxlsdead
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics: 
Popping the pistol I let it go woah 
You don’t want smoke cuz you’ll choke woah
Fucking yo shawty she’s getting low woah 
Thought he was homie but he told woah x2

Shoving the barrel down his throat woah 
Throwing his body right in a hole woah
Thought you was hard I don’t think so 
Bitches be talking out their asshole
Shawty finna dance on the pole woah 
Need a hunnid bands for the show woah 
Fuck a bitch then put her in the friend zone 

(I don’t pop xan’s and percs “I’m woke”)

Shut the fuck up you just hit up my phone 
Why don’t fuck off and leave me alone 
Why don’t you put a bullet in yo dome 
Break in house when nobody is home 
I’m taking everything you fucking own 
Prophet the emperor sit on my throne 
All of my body is covered in gold
I write a check & you take out a loan 
My bars are solid like writing a poem 
Dump the beretta I’m upping the chrome 
Better fun fast cuz I’m killing the slow 
I use my gun and you got it for show 

I’ll turn anyone I meet turn to a foe 
I bet this shotty slugs gon make him fold 
boy is a goner he shouldn’t have told 
should’ve kept quiet but I know you spoke
Snitching on gang for the guns that we stole 
It’s way too late they’re already sold 
You know the prophet got you for the low 
& If I get caught up Im getting death row  

Popping the pistol I let it go woah 
You don’t want smoke cuz you’ll choke woah
Fucking yo shawty she’s getting low woah 
Thought he was homie but he told woah x2

WOAH!

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Cover: https://www.instagram.com/_lost_amaterasu_/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
I was never happy whatchu talking about? 
bitch I’m with the gang so we all hopping out 
put him the ground he’s with the worms now 
Pulled up with a rifle shoot the whole crowd 
Everybody yelling out get the fuck down 
Put a 12 gauge right inside of your mouth 
Fucking on shawty I’m fucking up on your spouse 
Creeping In the house bitch I’m quiet as a mouse 
Light up the gasoline the house doused 
Shut the fuck up don’t make a damn sound 
Shawty got lost and never got found 
Blunts to the face I just smoked a pound 
need a whole p ain’t copping a fucking ounce 
Everybody knows me I run this town 
I can turn a mutha fuckin smile to a frown 
Gold on my body like a king and a crown  
Don’t follow me into the water cuz you’ll all
drown 
Spinning on the block like a merry go round 
You belong in a circus you’re really all clowns 
I’m with the dogs yeah the mutha fuckin hounds
Got guns like a Texan but I’m not from the south 
So many bullets inside you lost count 
can’t wait to meet the opps 
& show em what I’m about  
Automatic rifles when I shoot shits loud 
I am a legend it got me feeling profound 
Every time I drop a track all I do is astound 
Drop to your knees for the prophet & bow 
No squares in my circle that shits not allowed 
Imma do yo ass foul 
& bitch we ain’t buddies 
No you’re not my pal 
They talk about you 
I say who? Like owls 
If you ever mention you
You should be proud 
Like the dragon born 
Every time I shout 
Send you up to heaven 
Cuz I live in hell
The carcass gon rot 
It’s a foul smell
Will I ever stop killing?
Only time will tell

VAMP GIRLS!!

𝕭𝖔𝖆𝖙𝖘

OSOMANE (SXLFTITLX)

prod rulz
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by @savagewav

Lyrics:
Semi automatic 
Hanging out the fucking window 
Imma kill a bitch boy 
Turn his hoe into a widow 
Imma shoot him in the head 
& It really is that simple 
Put some holes all in his face 
& It’s something like a dimple

With the barrel to his head 
Imma pop him in the temple 
We gon walk up on his body
& make sure we leave him crippled 
My hearts cold like an icicle
Y’all know prophet is a sicko
I think all y’all got the memo
That I always got extendo’s 

They gon outline his dead body 
But it won’t be with a pencil
& I took him out so quickly 
It was like early dismissal 
My rifle bullets like missles 
I promise that I won’t miss you 
223’s rip through the tissue 
30 clip’s gon solve the issue 

Blow my pistol like a whistle
Heater burn em let it sizzle 
We gon wet em like a drizzle 
Shoot his head under the pillow 
Leave his body in the willow
Now his soul is going below
Welcome to the fucking killzone 
I just love it when the blood flows 

Take his body 
To my home 
Imma take away 
yo hope 
Feed my dog 
the human bones 
different breed
one of my own 
catch a body 
make a post
fully auto 
with a scope 
1911 in chrome 
Put some shots 
into your dome 

Bitch I’m sliding like a slope 
popped it at him and he froze 
Hollow tips ripped off his nose 
Where’s his body? No one knows 
Y’all know how it fucking goes 
Prophet killing all the foes  
And I always stay ten toes 
That’s cuz I could never fold 

be the same even when old 
got this shit locked in a hold 
Don’t act up don’t get too bold 
Watch me make his body roll 
got the heat if you want smoke 
Leave you hanging from a rope 
Put his body in a furnace 
turn the heat up like a stove

KILLZONE

PROD VINCE.M10
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Fuck all the rats 
Tryna to take my cheese 
I get the bag with ease 
All bout the money the green
I don’t smoke pack with seeds
Only that gas for me
Backwoods Russian crème
roll it up in a leaf 
Lace the blunt watch em tweak 
Sippin dirty not clean 
I’m the plug usb
green dot for the beam 
Hit em up watch em lean
Cut em up watch em leak 
I get rough I get mean 
Taking out enemies 
No one fucks with a G 
Bloodied up throwing b’s 
I can’t fuck with a treesh 
Some hoes need a leash 
Hit it once and I leave 
Knife play imma freak 
Leave blood on the scene 
Got blood on her sheets 
Imma get what I need 
letting my demons feed 
masked up Halloween 
Aim for the head not feet 
Face shot he can’t speak 
Terminate all the weak 
letting my choppa eat 
Now rest in peace 
Turn to a butcher 
when it comes to beef 
Stomp on his skull
& I pull out his teeth 
Knife on my side 
& it’s tucked in a sheath 
Pull it out 
Slaughtering all of the sheep 
Tie up the rope 
Now he’s hanging from feet 
Stabbing the body 
& watching em bleed 
Axe in my hand 
Got me feeling like creep 
On the block with a mop
& I’m doing a sweep
Got a taste for the kill 
Now I’m bout to feast 
All my mutha fucking opps smoke pcp 
Like baki they all wanna taste defeat 
& i won’t stop killing til my goals complete 
Imma body bag a fag
While they put out a tweet 
Imma get you in the night
while you’re sound asleep 
I won’t even make a sound 
Not even a peep 
at the top of my life 
It’s not even the peak 
Cooking up in the booth 
I got the recipe 
All this money on me
Like I’m a treasury 
You committed great sin 
And that shits treachery 
Imma finish what you started 
And that’s called destiny 
Y’all are sleeping on me
You must be counting up sheep
All y’all counted me out 
& now you’re riding my meat 
I just had to go harder
For this shit to complete

NO TRACE

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• Tis true without error, certain & most true.
That which is below is like that which is above & that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing
And as all things have been & arose from one by the mediation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation.
The Sun is its father, the moon its mother, the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth is its nurse.
The father of all perfection in the whole world is here.
Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth.
Separate thou the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross sweetly with great industry.
It ascends from the earth to the heaven & again it descends to the earth & receives the force of things superior & inferior.
By this means you shall have the glory of the whole world
& thereby all obscurity shall fly from you.
Its force is above all force. For it vanquishes every subtle thing & penetrates every solid thing.
So was the world created.
From this are & do come admirable adaptations whereof the means (or process) is here in this. Hence I am called Desu Trismegistus, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world
That which I have said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished & ended •

NUMB! (Prod. Roma Jonson)

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