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PROD. ME

CHOOSING TO BE AN ARTIST IS A MENTAL ILLNESS
I'M PROBABLY GONNA QUIT MAKING MUSIC SOON
I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
I PLAYED THIS SONG ON TOUR A LOT

I SMOKE FREEBASE CRACK LIKE HUNTER BIDEN

LYRICS:

SAID I DON'T GET ONLINE AND ASK YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU FIGHT
THEY DECIDE
I SIT BACK AND STACK MY FUCKING VOCAL TRACK
CATCH YOU RIGHT OUTSIDE I'M ON THIS BUS FOR FUCKING 25
THEY DECIDE
IF I EVER SEE THE DAY I'M 25

WHY WOULD I SPEND ANY TIME ON MAKING WHAT I THINK YOU WANT
I CAME OUT TO STAND ON TOP HIS NECK JUST LIKE A FUCKING COP
I KEEP WISHING DEATH ON ALL MY FRIENDS AND I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP
I CAN'T EVEN TAKE MYSELF TO BED BECAUSE HE NEED TO ROT

I KNOW WHERE I'M FUCKING UP AND WHERE I GOT MY SHIT ON LOCK
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING WANT
MAYBE YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE I WORK AND NOW THEY GIVE A FUCK
SORRY THAT YOU FEEL LIKE I'M YOUR ENEMY I'M REALLY NOT

TELL ME IF YOU HEAR IT IN MY VOICE THAT I'M NOT FEELING RIGHT
I BEEN UP FOR HOURS AT THIS POINT SO IT'S ON FUCKING SIGHT
I GIVE UP ON MUSIC ALL IT DOES IS MAKE ME FUCKING FIGHT
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I EVEN WANTED SO I REALLY MIGHT

I COULD TALK TO EVERY SINGLE FRIEND AND I STILL FEEL ALONE
I PUT EVERY PART OF WHO I AM AND I GOT NONE TO SHOW
I SPEND EVERY DAY IMPRESSING PEOPLE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW
IF I COULD I'D FUCKING DISAPPEAR THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED THOUGH

I KNOW PEOPLE THINK I GOT IT SET DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT
WORRY 'BOUT MY FRIENDS JUST LIKE I CARE THEN I DON'T CALL THEM BACK
I CAN'T EVEN WALK OUTSIDE 'CAUSE NOTHING MAKE ME HAPPY, BET
TELL YOUR FRIENDS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET

FUCK YOUR EXPECTATIONS, ANTI-MEDICATED PIECE OF SHIT
WHY WOULD I DESERVE IT ALL I EVER DID WAS FUCKING BITCH
EASIER IT'S SAID THAN DONE BUT WISH I MAKE YOU FUCKING SICK
SHIT DON'T REALLY MATTER THAT'S 'CAUSE NOTHING EVER

LET ME WEAR YOUR SHOES.

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PRODUCED BY @BLCKK
ART BY @C3OF

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LYRICS

well it’s the gut slinging east side demon creeping out the crypt

Squeeze the fruit of death I let it bleed and drip right off my lips

Creeping through the woods don’t hide your family bitch it’s time to dip

I came to slit your throat you stupid pussy mother fuckin bitch

If you should die before you wake 
Bitch that’s my soul to take
You stay up late 
I put your head up on a fucking stake
So get it straight I came for blood bitch I don’t conversate
I kill the priest fuck all the nuns and then I meditate

Hooded in the crowd hidden blade you won’t notice me
Your girl up in my cult she say I look just like I’m Joseph seed

Ima fuck around and make a million off of blood and screams
Freddy Krueger swag why you think you see me in your dreams

Fuck you mean, fuck that wild boy shit
I got candles lit when I fuck that bitch 
Slit my wrist let her lick that drip from the elbow tip to the top of my dick

Bad bitch riding shotgun she keep the same 
aim that bitch right out the window let that mother fucker bang

Bitch I’m patron sippin in gold tippin 24 sittin
I cut your neck for 33 just like I’m Scottie pippen 

Patron sippin  gold 24 sittin

I need to cope
My wrist is cut my heart is broke 
The blood is soaked
I’m on the corner slittin throats

GOOSEBUMPS! [PROD. TOXICGODD]

I just keep away
I don't really wanna talk
people got afflictions
people got the brain rot
Im a prime example of a ghost full stop
dissociate, medicate
drop it in the pot

fell out the womb face first
I was made for the hurt
came up crawling from the dirt
like a corpse with the worms
and I watched the earth scorch
with the burns and it bubbles
like a blister
block out the sun
and watch it flicker
like a blade
put out the flame
when the winter rolls in
and the temperature drops
you fuckers will freeze
think about it now
that isolation
traps your mind in trepidation
never did I think about what I could of seen
all I care about is that I got my fucking peace.

BLOOM

PROD. ME

LYRICS:

I, ONLY MAKE SOMETHING DIE QUICKER
COULDN'T FUCK WITH ME 'CAUSE MY BLOOD THICKER
FUCK, EVERYBODY I'M FUCKING BITTER
I'M NOT FINISHED BITCH I'M A FUCKING SINNER

GO TELL THEM FUCKING PEOPLE GIVE IT UP
YOU COULDN'T KILL ME IF YOU HIT ME WITH A FUCKING TRUCK
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE AND I FORGOT TO FUCKING JUMP
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I PROMISE YOU I'M GETTING UP

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

FUCK, WHAT YOU HEARD 'BOUT ME
BET I COULD CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FUCKING FRONT TEETH
AND Y'ALL DON'T KNOW SHIT, TELL 'EM LIVING NOT FREE
AND NOBODY I GOT, GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME

BACK TO PUTTING PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING GROUND
PUSH HIS FUCKING HEAD UNTIL HE FUCKING DROWN
CAN'T FUCK WITH ME GO FUCK 'ROUND WITH SOMEBODY ELSE
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK AND FUCKING GO TO HELL

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

MUSIC VIDEO

I CAN CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FRONT TEETH

prod. biv X blckk

lyrics:

said I just wanna talk to you,
why we gotta fight all the time
let me walk with you
this the typa shit that's on my mind
I can't fuck with you
if it's always internet shit
post about me and then you still all over my dick
tell these people the truth you don't hate me
bullshit, I don't believe that I want it all
tell these people the truth I want it all

I feel like it's adderall that's inside of my system
I can't argue with you 'bout which one of us the victim
I stay up at night and do my shit I got my fit on
6AM I'm up I'm getting bitter this my fifth one
apathy been creeping in
shit I seen but never did
this shit too routine for him
fuck em I been swimming in my own problems
that I made for myself I got my role models
getting drunk in the mirror

I can't function alone that's my problem
even if I wanted to I couldn't go without 'em
by the time I'm dropping shit I hate it and I'm past that
no I never wanted you why the fuck would you ask that
everything I gave you I take it all back
you didn't deserve me everyone know that
I was lying I don't hate you like that
keep it down they don't need to hear that

internet

HISSING SEQUENCE  [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

MOBBS RADICAL- TOO RARE TO DIE(PROD. ALYCE)

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

HAARPER x FREDDIE DREDD - WTF U MEAN [PROD. RYAN C]

guitar by nate thomas

lyrics:

im afraid of being everything you thought id be and
when you look back at me i wish i knew the things youd see
and all i remember
out of december i came drinking more than i ever had
reason being you took me there

and i,
i dont feel
like i used to
i could use you
but it all come down when it ain't no reason left

and i know that im not perfect
but id argue who deserves it
i wasnt trying
i wasnt trying to fuck us up
and what do i say
to you

id rather not fight today
drinking my life away
staying up way too late
im telling you that you cant stay
but you dont wanna listen to the person that i was last week
im tryna show you how it end but you aint tryna see
cause we both 'gon burn

and i dont mind
cause i dont see you anymore
im killing time behind my door
i know i hurt myself in the worst way
hurt myself in the worst way
again

HISSING SEQUENCE [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

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