FEATURING, PRODUCED BY, AND COVER ART BY @t4bicore

LYRICS:
[mvttxo]
hear the bones crack
ima put his fucking body on the chopping rack
bag on yo head, got yo arms tied tight behind yo back
shouldve used your brain instead you chose to talk that smack
at the guillotine is where your fucking blood will splat
gore and bile on the street
executioner, got a new axe ima take it for a swing
yo momma gonna find yo corpse a hanging from a tree
pussy want to speak, now im ripping out his tongue and teeth
boy its useless that thing on yo neck
bitch i feel like carti, im seein a whole lotta red
shit im getting hungry i might just repurpose all your flesh
rotting skin on the blade no i wont clean up my mess
slam his carcass in a cage, ima use him as a lesson
you use your mouth to talk tough, bitch i use mine as a weapon
you talk reckless we gon reck youll get fuckin bludgeoned
TVBBY and me gon take you to the guillotine to meet your end

[TVBBY]
I'ma have you chopped up, leave you to burn
Have your body skinned alive; buried in the dirt
fill you up with pesticide, maggots out your eyes
Think you really tried to cross me, now you finna die
I'ma have him in a guillotine
fill his nose with ketamine
rip his brain out with a hatchet
chop his head and then I sack it
25 lobotomies
still feeling like anarchy
Finish him like Funkytown
Shove him down a well to drown

GUILLOTINE [t4bicore]

pull up with a pocket full of needles full of heroin
got a makeshift pipe bomb in my bag ima throw it in
fists up to his left right crowbar to his fuckin shins
run yo pockets empty, pussy nigga, shouldnt ask again
rub my phlegm in yo cuts cuz my throat hurts
pussy wanna try me ima leave him to rot in the dirt
hold you by the hairs on your head i wanna see them burn
throw his lifeless body in the trunk, then toss him in a chipper
staple your mouth shut, no one will hear a sound
feds show up to my door i ate about a hundred rounds
nigga wanna pick a fight well look how that shit turned out
tie a brick to your leg in the lake youre left to drown
live life to take others, drag em down to hell
been off my meds for some months so im not doin well
the source of all these bodies, the police cannot tell
im setting all these souls free, your flesh is just a cell
he talkin out his neck, so thats where he got cut
we fightin in the streets im throwin you under a bus
talk shit thru a screen, but irl you wont speak up
shove a firecracker down his throat n watch him combust

shove him up against a wall and then i stab stab stab
blow your eardrums clean out your head like we in the middle of iraq
they will never find your body they will never hear your cries
stupid slut look at me wrong and now im scooping out her eyes
if he stand in front of me he end up 6 ft underneath
got these bodies with no tools, use my spit nails and teeth
stupid bitch hop off my dick, i just wanna see you bleed
you should give up now your shit low quality like liveleak
ima kidnap this bitch then put her up on wayfair
count down 3 2 1 nigga folded like a chair
cut your skin all the way down wont stop when i see blood
sick in the head bitch im fucking throatcut

THROATCUT [sawhlore]

featuring and art by @noomling
prod by meruyem
the 4th song in the salt saga👅

Lyrics:

[Chorus: mvttxo]
empty out the bag, this shit better than crack
sort lines on table while I open 6 pack
empty out the mag, keep the kilos intact
needa snort that shit or else I cannot damn relax
pounds on pounds system saline with monkey dust
tearing off her face wit my teeth, to satisfy my bloodlust
dilating pupils I can feel my blood vessels erupt
tagging up his grave, and then I fucking huff

[Verse 1: mvttxo]
snort that shit till I'm dead
in goes white out goes red
seclude my vein with a tourniquet
grab the needle then I inject
bugs in my skin they crawl
rip his hair n crack his jaw
cant lock in wheres my adderall
bash my skull into the wall

[Verse 2: Noomling]
Open up the bag
But you say im violent
But you’re on the floor
Just another corpse
you’re just like an irritating voice
Like a fucked hangover
Now I can’t sleep
It’s all your fault
How much do I take
Before I feel normal
Or even fall asleep

[Verse 3: mvttxo]
trippin I cant tell whats real
static in my body unable to feel
I bash and crack my ribcage
carve my name in my skin I'm so bloody with rage
my heartbeat rate drops the effects wear off
look at the ground surrounded by dead cops
100% pure shits not watered down
up my nose pound by pound

[Verse 4: Noomling]
now suck suck suck my tit bitch
yeah yeah suck my tit bitch
yeah yeah suck my tit bitch
yeah yeah suck my tit bitch
yeah yeah suck my tit bitch
yeah yeah suck my tit bitch
yeah yeah suck my tit bitch
yeah yeah suck my tit bitch
suck my tits you nasty whore
suck my tits you nasty whore
suck my tits you nasty whore
suck my-

[Chorus: mvttxo]
empty out the bag, this shit better than crack
sort lines on table while I open 6 pack
empty out the mag, keep the kilos intact
needa snort that shit or else I cannot damn relax
pounds on pounds system saline with monkey dust
tearing off her face wit my teeth, to satisfy my bloodlust
dilating pupils I can feel my blood vessels erupt
tagging up his grave, and then I fucking huff

BATH SALTS [meruyem]

MIRROR MAN

i PROMISE im not becoming a necrotrap artist ill get torturecore out soon
R.I.P. the insta and discord and junk's sc

featuring and art by @junkkktion
prod by @icyslack
my part mixed by me junktion mixed by @drillmyskull

Lyrics:

[intro: mvttxo]
cartel execution vid leave you traumatized
spam your server mom walks in on you watching two gay black guy-uy-uy-uy—

[verse 1: mvttxo]
cartel execution vid leave you traumatized
spam your server mom walks in on you watching two gay black guys
fifty alt accounts, no one can see through my disguise
you a faggot kid toucher, nigga please go and end your life
bitches like you I despise, someone check his hard drive
chillin' in the Psych, 'cause we just got your server wi-i-i-i—

[verse 2: Junktion]
do you wanna see-e-e people being ripped up and shit?
i don't really give no fucks, I'ma show you little bitch
yuh, hatchet in his hand he cut their head off
once a safe place now this shit is gonna be the next gore si—
block me, I'ma spam gore to you outta spite—
block me, I'll have your shit pinned on Doxbin bruh
e-girl finna fuck anyone that ain't you
she would fuck a school shooter, or a corpse fuckin' too

[outro: mvttxo + Junktion]
log onto my proxy, raiding on my school computer
unstable slut, I think slits would suit her
now she looks cuter
mind blown like the Columbine shoote—

wait, dumb bitch, don't go fuckin' block me yet
if you do it I'll just come back for some fuckin' more
do you cut yourself? Try and cut my name into your wrists
why don't you wanna be my friend? I promise you won't end on Doxbin

SERVER RAID [hellaSlack]

RUN IT

new music NEVER
produced by and featuring @skulldogg
jew joke by @noomling
art by me
logo by @t4bicore

[SKUllDOG]
сука блят my pussy, hawk tuah
 
[Verse 1: mvttxo]
I'm never making music again
rest in peace GOREILLA WARFAIR it's dead
I have a really hot girlfriend
bed hump so much it broke the bed

[verse, oh golly where do i even start, noomling youre such a fucking ass artist, it honestly inspires me and helps me continue through life]
Mvttxo’s dad would ask Jew you know the way? 
shoot him on sight please


[Verse 2: SKUllDOG]
nothing
literally just
agagabgbbabgbabaga

THE HARDEST SONG EVER [SKUllDOG]

FEED THE VOID

diss track on people i dont like
art by @blaze-blaze-706974256 
i fucked up the mixing ill fix it when i have more money
lyrics on genius burp

LEAVE [ohbats]

PROD + COVER BY ME *god of anguish*
MASTERED BY VOIDKISS

shout out suffered souls

WHERE YOUR BODY’S BURIED W/ VOIDKISS

PROD VOIDKISS🔮
COVER + MIX BY ME🩸💯🖤

shout out brandon herrera n the darwin awards



lyrics:

chorus:

suicidal thoughts up in my head yeh fuk that shyt
i jus needa shawty to jus come and suck my dik
always keep a nine, always keep a fuckin blick
this 1911 gon bust open yuh fuckin lid

suicidal thoughts up in my head yeh fuk that shyt
i jus needa shawty to jus come and suck my dik
ak47, desert eagle and a sig
buckshot in my ksg, my glock got hollow tips

like i got gunz for handz (4x)

yeh she throw it back (2x) 
fuk you til you pass out bitch there aint bo turnin back

like i got gunz for handz (4x)

yeh she throw it back (2x) 
fuk you til you pass out bitch there aint no turnin back

verse:

countin all tha money that i fukkin stack

imma do a line offa shawty ass

she said she love mydeathisbloody but i had to pass

aint shawty fukkin love me jus my fuckkin cash

chorus:

suicidal thoughts up in my head yeh fuk that shyt
i jus needa shawty to jus come and suck my dik
always keep a nine, always keep a fuckin blick
this 1911 gon bust open yuh fuckin lid

suicidal thoughts up in my head yeh fuk that shyt
i jus needa shawty to jus come and suck my dik
ak47, desert eagle and a sig
buckshot in my ksg, my glock got hollow tips

like i got gunz for handz (4x)

yeh she throw it back (2x) 
fuk you til you pass out bitch there aint bo turnin back

like i got gunz for handz (4x)

yeh she throw it back (2x) 
fuk you til you pass out bitch there aint no turnin back

GUNZ4HANDZ [VOIDKISS] #sufferedsouls #bloodydisgusting

I make music that I like, and I hope it disturbs and bothers you.

FEED THE VOID

BIGUGLY

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