the inner monologue of a hangman (prod. amertume x VEXD)

Zodiac (Prod. by Ruby Dredd)

MOOD SWINGS (PROD BY ESchillo)

October

The Burden Of Being

Hell Been Callin

LYRICS :
Pop-pop out with that galick gun 

Feed her some my kakarot 

Banana be my clip drum hitting like its donkey kong

Jumping over barrels im not one to save a hoe nah 

Get the hell up out my face i need another gold star 



All these other rappers cappin talkin bout some redrum 

Only thing get cut up is yo fatass need a niptuck 

nagging so much worse than a lil bitch up on her menstrual 

Acting like im pressed about a bird i never gave a fuck 



Fuck fuck fuck 

South side playaz we gon pull up to yo crib 

Knock knock playa may i mack up on yo trick 

I dont even gotta ask she already let me in 



Call me kjay when i lose i still feel like im gon win 

If im outta mind im outta sight aint got time for no friends 

Why they talk behind my back the voices tell me everything 

I know it sound a lil crazy i aint wrong yous a bitch 







I been 

Trying

Too much

To let it go 



Keep yo 

silence 

Before 

I let it blow


Got that bitch howlin gutter to the moonlight 247 throw the blade like a kunai
24k chrome armour sittin poolside
White bitch HOLLUP wait bitch
get the noose tied 
F -fuck -fuck your clique it’s ab6 or dsg
Now that I ain’t w yo bitch no more I left that for the streets
Yung gutt in the cut steady posted w the fleet
Bitch im hoppin on these beats and steady walking like I’m gleesh

Gleesh walk do it all for the set
I keep em all out of breathe I hit the mall with the tech
I tell er baby don’t you worry got it all in the bag
But anyway it doesn’t matter bitch we all living dead

Gs up
hoes down
For the neck
3s up
Ghost out
You a pawn for the rest
Who was that like I don’t know em
treat em like they cigarettes
I’m Out the flames I’m with a sword
I Put Diamond on my chest

DUNGEON QUEST 1998 - bumboi w gutterbousouz (prod. bumboi)

LYRICS:

Let ‘em loose,
Like a missile that be ripping off the roof,
Fuck a truce,
Let the evil show the people to their doom,
Introduced to the faces of a war at your door,
Making more fucking weapons than they ever had before,
Where the bodies go?
Dump ‘em in the ditches by the truckload,
Ask the about the numbers, they gon’ tell you “who the fuck knows,”
Wave a fucking flag just to use as an excuse,
Nothing new, start a war,
Better gather all the troops,
They produce only hatred and destruction, never homes,
Got no food for the needy, better leave ‘em skin and bones,
“Just as long as I got enough money for myself,
Got my wealth, fuck your health,
Get a job and that’ll help y’all…”

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what you need,
Never touching what I have

Round ‘em up,
Drag them motherfuckers to the city’s center,
Know the people fucking mad ‘cause we could be doing better,
In the end,
Making sure they never do this shit again,
Everybody’s fucking singing while they’re swinging in the wind,
String ‘em up,
We don’t give a fuck,
‘Cause we had enough,
People spitting on their bodies after what they did to us,
Through the years,
Took advantage of our blood, sweat, and tears,
Now the people came together,
No more living in the fear

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what we need,
Never touching what you have


The Burden Of Being

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