DiminishedSoulz I $ai the Ghoul x PROPHET (prod. Aragoth)

BODYROTT (PROD. ARAGOTH)

PROD: Xravial
MIX & MASTER: ARAGOTH
COVER: ATRXX

swamp stalker

Decided to put this here as well.


lyrics:

hook:
Holographic, laser beam my finger squeeze, the lights go off 
At the scene no OJ, boy I stab em they ain't making Dawn 
Really gotta do it for the cash I'm making bands and pape wit bloody gloves 
He ain't got protection homie is not a fucking lamb of God 

Homeostasis broken, open up myself to other options 
Serve these rocks up like a waiter we ain't box finna get to glockng 
around the night I slide inside and it get turned to hospice 
hussle till I'm six feet deep in the ground I get my bag until the coffin 


verse:
im in this bitch get his soul snatched 
Rifle on me leave em blown back 
Homie ain't shit not the protag 
I'm finna listen the floor crack 
I'm finna get in the whip and we get your position I'm spending the whole mag 
Thinking he move like a scum bag 
Switching up never it's fuck that 

Feel em fading through
So close up that we raise the roof  
bitch Ima get all the loot 
I kick on down they feel the boot 
I had to lie to em they too weak just to face the truth 
Ima slide down double tap the skulls it's only taking 2

Feeling sketchy think I gotta make the 9 fry 
Shutting down again but know I gotta keep the eyes wide 



MAKING DAWN [PROD. REQUIEM CULT]

Infested

lyrics:

Now ho I hover over 
So much weighing on my mental I aint lose composure
Feeling sacrificial, sentimental but we losing closure 
I feel like sisyphus im pushing up another boulder 
Been too much thats on my plate but still I get another order 

Done, ill be gone by morning sun 
Swear this path been winding down and yet I feel its just begun 
Stacking these bodies to the ceiling now these casualties a ton 
senses always feeling nervous wonder what have I become?

Its the scythe swinger Bringing this abyss i been the light bringer
Five fingers clutching on the steel, I seen the light shimmer 
Rot infested organisms making all the mice skitter
Higher than a plane i needa change it fore I die a sinner 


SISYPHUS (PROD. YUNG GENOCIDE)

Slaves to the substance, I dont think Ive had enough yet
Dont pity the coward, the cigs tasting sour, your soul Ill devour Im upset
Maniacally manic accustomed 
To what makes the people disgusted
Ouija is bleeding what seems to be every last drop of what’s needed to breathe and stay conscious Im out of options
Rotten and old always rusting, the blade got you cussing, discussing a whole lot of nothing you gushing a whole lot of blood Im so toxic, fucked up and nauseous
Rolling up another joint often you motherfuckers suck no lozenge
I dont really got another option Missing People lethal in the mosh pit
This whole generation is draining the deities patience
Simple their whole dedication is
Sinning they’re uneducated, substance lobotomy 
Dead yeah I oughta be so Ima always be faded
Choking like my lungs be hating it coughing til there’s lacerations
High because Ouija forsaken lower than where they sent satan
Maybe I need medication shut off my process of thinking
Black on black on black on black and I dont need a mask Ouija no jason
Adjacent to your satan see me blazing fucking pacing til Im walking on the bone and I cant take it
Too deep new piece no sleep til Im looking grey from head to toe the medical staff might weep
Im a victim to my mind please just set me free
Pouring all my guts and loathing in this fuckin MP3
Here’s my condolences weaker than paper thin
Bleaker than the world view thinking Im absurd too 
Lemme give your face a trim, satiate my darkest whims
Tearing you apart by the limbs 
The playing of the harp thats gone send you to the stars or the place that the devil lives
Put your head on a swivel nah Ouijaboy can’t be civil
Unintentional Im known to belittle, bitch Im playing with a hoe like fiddle
Aware that Im unknown, unaware Im in your home and I know that you’re alone you gon feel this chrome this metal pressing cold got it pointed at yo dome its the River City’s own painting sigils
Derya my stick burier of heads if its
Needed i could spit couple rounds of lead split lip
If he talking shit bury beneath piss his existence isn’t worth a lick forget and dont forgive bitch
Only when I beat the odds am I a god do you feel safe behind old facades and these false prophets? 
Middle finger to your cause, Masonic lodges
Shoot em up or burn em down and bomb the ones who taught them

The Man, The Sith, The Reverend

Riot Walk

RIOT WALK

@biv


lyrics


what in the world has it happened to this 
and i feel like it’s stupid i’m pissing out shit 
from the bag the xanax i’m popping you bitch 
like who in the fuck are you speaking it with 
all those people you have in your circle 
not with the action you talking bout hurdles 
i’ve over come almost everything 
and hearing bout bitches and diamond rings

im bout to bust and aim at shit
bullets through almost everything 
y’all don’t look at subtle things 
only what everyone can bring 

i will go aim at every entrance 
popping with smoke like a bad intention 
all of you rappers are just infections 
learn your lesson four fake depression 
idiot stay out my fucking mentions 
you wanted this now you fucking get it 
selling your soul for a golden pendant 
bitch i’ll send it bitch i’ll send it 

YOU RUNNING WHAT GOT NO PULSE RUNNING FLAT 
ALL OF THEM SINGING THE WORDS IM IN FACT 
DYING IN CIRCLES I CUT ALL OF THAT 
WRIST WHAT I DRAG I  NO FUCKING LACK 


THE WORLD SPINNING SLOWER AS I FUCKING CHOKE 
I HOPE TO GOD THAT THE DEVIL GRABBED MY ROPE 
KICKING AND FLAILING IM SEEING MY ENDING ITS OVER AND OVER THE WALLS STARTED BENDING 
IM OPEN TO STARTING AGAIN BUT THERES NOTHING 
THE WORLD BECOMES DUST UNDERNEATH MY DEPRESSION 
HEARTS BEATING SLOWER AS I STARTED FENDING ALL FOR MYSELF WHAT GENIUS LESSON

@biv

Top class, any bitch with a flat ass,
Have this man feignin for the cat,
Pussy make this fucka runnin back,
Seems a fucka been cummin fast,
Pain misery, you feel that?
You expecting me to feel bad?
Below the belt, finna hit that,
Self respect get tossed back,
Don't be comin when she fall back,
Now's the time for the relapse,
Get out of pocket, get your jaw cracked,
Need a broad like a hole in the cap,
Thought maybe you would like that,
Ya body count been false facts,
Your life bluer than my ballsack,

If I take it back, attach, she throw it back,
Now that's a fact, to pass ya act, there's no attatch, and further more we notice that, you think you slick, you hold my jack, you hold my pack, my nuts in fact, I busted in and out just like the trap,
I got my smile like mask,

Fuckas gone get it poppin,
Dick swingin man, that shit knockin,
6 inches got ya bitch rockin,
Fuck the profit, I don't share pockets,
Call it what you want it, call it like I got it,
I see talk, but the walk is silent,
The walk is silent

Say what you need,
I'm just speaking peace,
Supreme class, 
I claim fuckery

Can't trust ya face, you place ya case, and blame the way you think, and what the people say, you dug ya grave, and can't escape, ya fold ya ways, don't come around, this ain't ya place, you waste of space, a mothafucka wanna play these games,

Take that bitch on a getaway,
Bitches pussy like a giveaway,
Brother man, do the runnin man,
Spend a 100 bands, if the bitch will stay,
We ain't never gonna be the same,
Another level like we Escalade, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh

You finna ghost that's fine now, yuh 
Had my brothers since 09, yuh
Never been trippin when it's go time, yuh
Only time you score, when it's foul line, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh

I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN YOU (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. BIV]

cover art by yours truly
produced by the amazing @0186

Lyrics : 

[NECROLYNN]

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out 

spill your guts on the floor it's too late now
when you look down the bore it's too late now
when my face stained with blood it's too late now
gotta fist full of gore it's too late now

they call me heart seeker, I am your fever
Bloodletter make it flow let you weaken
ain't no soul reaper I am your terror
Gagged & bound her it won't get better

nightmare ethereal
I am visceral
fade to oblivion
and delirium

[FENRIR]

Running through the six 
And i got your fucking bitch
I dont talk to no snitch 
Hope u leaving feeling sick 

Boy im selling bricks 
Boy u know i got dat stick 
You are acting like prick 
Load the pistol hear a click

Bursting through your fucking door 
Shooting out hit the floor
Talking shit u want some more 
I dont care you fucking whore

Swish and a flick vingardium leviosa
Harry potter shit boy im a fucking loner 

Firing bazooka 
Cat piss super soaker
Got u in my scope yuh 
Kill u make u float yuh

Got the money in the bag 
Now im running from the twelve 
Im about to give you hell 
Getting locked up in a cell 

Cut on my wrist 
Suicide make a hit 
Dead in a ditch 
I got Knives in my kit

Røykt meg dum 
E så ung 
E så tung 
Trenger bom

Men an bør være god for eg skal dele an med 2

Make that fucking pussy suffer 
Dump the body in the gutter 
Tired of this cookie cutters 
Cut their stomach like it butter
Magic fucking cock 
I got rocks in my sock 
Lack emotions like im spock 
Born in blood no i wont stop

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out

GUNS OUT FT. FENRIR [PROD. 0186]

SIX FEET DEEP
@j_mattson x @gwaluhhh
https://open.spotify.com/artist/692FjCATLrUeYcmnSc1LXM?si=6wJIAB1ZSmamtu6OMdHLZA
**FULL EP TBA**
**LYRICS DOWN BELOW**
$lim Grim:
Feelin like a demon
Bitch I’m never fuckin leavin
covered all the reasons
just to leave you fuckin screaming
we be schemin
creepin round yo body
watch you bleeding
always fleeting off the scene
I’m known to keep repeating

got the shawty on my fuckin side
look at all the darkness
that be covering my eyes
you can’t handle this 
I’ve been feeling like
I’m about to fuckin die
tell the reaper come n get me
I’ve been waitin for my ride

take a walk into the night
see the demons in sight
bitch I’m plotting on victims
tryna get what’s mine
smoking on the green
wit a beam whatchu mean
fuckin with the team
leave you 6 feet deep

got these hollows
never follow
feelings always fucking bottled
bitch I’m rocking til we throttle
runnin yo the funds like the lotto
packin yo that thing like gelato

JMattson:
I can’t do this life shit anymore I’m fuckin done with it
I’m tired of these mothafuckas acting so redundant
when i end my life is that an end to all this guilt an suffering
I wanna be a better man but I just keep on plummeting
Accept that I’m a piece of shit and
Leave me fuckin be you bitch
Tell a fuckboy eat a dick
his bitch the one I’m leaving with
I never wanna see yo ass again
and bitch I mean that shit
I levitate around the fuckin city
ion need a whip agree wit it or not we fuckin lit hoe
Blunt burning
rollin down the window
$ith gang make ur shorty get low
H H M we stayin ten toes
Bitch I be walking up poppin up with the militia there ain’t no one stopping us
Bitch I been coughing up blood when I hop in the booth and I yell til I’m vomiting
Bitch I got blood on my yarmulke
I got some goons imma call em up
Bitch I been up in andromeda
Pussy boi what is the problem

MAKING DAWN [PROD. REQUIEM CULT]

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