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HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN (IN ORDER)

lyrics:
caffeine nicotine and i’m fiending
(and in my life) (i need it more)
stop, and i fiend
i need another hit of nicotine and some caffeine
why, the fuck am i so addicted
they all up on my balls and on my dick tip
more than my index
when i’m taking pisses on bitches and then i inject
up the fucking crack rock
i make your bed rock
my dick be harder than some bedrock
i’m sending lead shots
turn you to red hot, dust
i don’t fucking trust, you so don’t even fucking touch
it’s useless don’t even fucking talk
bitch i’m making gutter rock
and i die alone
bitch she wanna cry at home

stop, and i fiend
i need another hit of nicotine and some caffeine
fuck, i been up to say wassup
stupid ass be zoning and owning
if i give a fuck
got your bitch i’m boning and boning
you can’t do shit but call the phone and say “What’s up?” yeah what’s up?
bitch when i get up
imma fuck alyssa and emma
bitch my noggin up she suck antenna
and i can barely fucking stand and breathe
pussy ass boy working for the bands i work for fantasys
stop, and i fiend
i need another hit of nicotine and some caffeine
why, the fuck am i so addicted

art by @moonluvsluna & me

caffeine nicotine diet (prod.87jaws)

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@fuckamatayan
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chicken pot pie w/ kamatayan prod. whiskas

lyric

all these thoughts up in my head said I’m still tryna forget
And when I look up in the mirror all I see is a mess
Said I be hating everything but I’m still trying my best 
And I be ripping off your flesh until I see nothing left 

Til I see nothing left Test 
you ain’t nothing but a fuck boy
Blood river on your wrist i let it cut boy
And u steady getting pressed
wet Up out the trunk I let it dump boy
Where you at said where you been I know you stuck boy

Yeah I said I hate my life
Watch me break my spine 
And I’ll be damned if you go on and try to take what’s mine
Don’t think my mental feeling right someone come take my rights
I’d rather kill my fucking self then you go waste my time

Bitch fuck uh
I’m fucking killing myself
I’m devastating my own mind said I don’t need any help
And imma light myself on fire too many fingers to melt
And I’m still looking for the devil got a soul I can sell bitch

Stand on my money I feel like I’m yaux
And you up in the dirt you get put in a box
And I’m tripping of drugs I got holes in my socks
got chain on my spirit and I’m breaking the lock
All of these voices im still going insane
Doing that shit I do that on the regular 
And I’ve been down on luck and I don’t give a fuck and I’m still coming up and I’m watching the tables turn

Til I see nothing left Test 
you ain’t nothing but a fuck boy
Blood river on your wrist i let it cut boy
And u steady getting pressed
wet Up out the trunk I let it dump boy
Where you at said where you been I know you stuck boy

NOTHING LEFT (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

LYRICS:

AYE IM UP IN THE SPOT N BITCH YOU LOOKIN LIKE A DUMB HOE
I GOT MY FUCKIN ARMOR ON, THAT MOTHA FUCKA LAY LOW
NOT ABOUT THE TALKIN I STAY WRITIN FUCKIN DEATH NOTES
I DONT GOT MY BLADE BUT BITCH I GOT MY FUCKIN GUNG-HO

STAY IN YA MOTHA FUCKIN SPOT!
BITCH I GOT MY FUCKING PISTOL OUT AND IMA MAKE IT COCK
ALL THESE FAGGOTS WANNA TALK BUT IMA MAKE EM FUCKIN DROP
WALK AROUND MY FUCKIN CITY THAT GONNA GET YOU FUCKIN SHOT

TAKE HIS FUCKIN BITCH
DO I GIVE A SINGLE FUCK?
TALKIN SHIT UP ON THE GRAM
THEN IMA FUCKIN RIP YOU UP
ACTIN LIKE HE KENNY BEATS
BECAUSE MOTHA FUCKA IS A COP
GRAB MY BLADE AND IM NOT FUCKIN ROUND WITH ANY FUCKIN OPP

I AINT FOCUSED ON A BITCH
YEAH IM FOCUSED ON A BAG
MOTHA FUCK TALKIN' SHIT
I LOAD A FUCKIN MAG
I WENT TO FUCKIN SCHOOL
BUT BITCH I NEVER WENT TO CLASS
IF YOU PASS A BLUNT
THEN YOU MIGHT NEVER GET IT BACK

STOMP ON YOUR FUCKIN FACE
TIL IT CAVE IN
ALWAYS WANNA FUCKIN TALK
UNTIL I FUCKIN CAME IN
CHOP HIS FUCKIN BODY UP AND
LEAVE HIM IN A WASTEBIN
SPILL HIS FUCKIN BLOOD
AND MAKE THE MOTHA FUCKA TASE IT

AYE TRY TO MAKE A MOTHA FUCKIN PLAY
TALK FUCKIN SHIT AND HE GONNA END UP AS A STAIN
I DONT WANNA FUCKIN SEE YOU BETTER STAY UP OUT MY WAY
CUZ I AM THE FUCKIN REAPER AND IM DIGGIN OUT YA GRAVE

YEAH YEAH

STAY IN YA MOTHA FUCKIN SPOT!
BITCH I GOT MY FUCKING PISTOL OUT AND IMA MAKE IT COCK
ALL THESE FAGGOTS WANNA TALK BUT IMA MAKE EM FUCKIN DROP
WALK AROUND MY FUCKIN CITY THAT GONNA GET YOU FUCKIN SHOT

TAKE HIS FUCKIN BITCH
DO I GIVE A SINGLE FUCK?
TALKIN SHIT UP ON THE GRAM
THEN IMA FUCKIN RIP YOU UP
ACTIN LIKE HE KENNY BEATS
BECAUSE MOTHA FUCKA IS A COP
GRAB MY BLADE AND IM NOT FUCKIN ROUND WITH ANY FUCKIN OPP

art by youngnauseous:
www.instagram.com/youngnauseous/?hl=en
prod.mud:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCvJNtC_NfDPYglbCV4n-HFg

ARMOR! (PROD. MUD)

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prod @ihytrevor + @takizava

art @afxtik

https://open.spotify.com/track/68WSHSEjzVuDdE3wDxAZL0?si=9b690045806448de

Lyrics:

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

Shoot him dead, I don’t want nobody leaving
We gon’ gut him now, I think Trevor need his kidney
We gon’ string him out and then hang him from the ceiling
He be bleeding out, I like watching as he’s leaking
I took out too many, pass the stick on to my dog
How you dropping out of school but still can’t stand to drop a song?
How you begging us for food but still can’t go and get a job?
How you lose two competitions and act like you still the boss?
Hope I catch you at a show, I could beat you into a sauce
You the size of every hoe, pick your chin up like when you talk
BB Simon on my waist, can’t remember like what’s the cost?
All my homies swinging sticks when we pull up, look like we golf

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

M4 on my left with an AK on the right
If he breathing hit his chest, rounds gon’ penetrate the spine
I’m in the field you still a ref, hit you even with the stripes
Really don’t got nothing left, I’ll be okay like if I die
Gotta new check imma blow it
I love my racks but i’m still gon’ throw it
She call me Dad, know that I’m chosen
Grip on his neck, I’m leaving him choking
Mac and straps on me, straps gon’ blow him like a sneeze
We gon’ tag and bag his team, then we put him underneath

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

WEDNESDAY (PROD. IHYTREVOR + TAKIZAVA)

jacked out no i dont gotta plan blacked out no i dont gotta care strapped down but i dont gotta chair
https://www.instagram.com/skuzgod/
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HAVE A CHANCE! w/BROCKSTAR (p. ECKSEM)

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prod takizava + diklordefenil

art gavin

Yeah, tell that ho get up
Like I hit the stage then I dip huh
Need a chain so I'm matching my wrist huh
I be swerving the lane in a Benz Truck
She be new to the brain, gonna hiccup
She be new to the fame, got a picture
Hit that dude with a blade in his ribs uh
If I catch him he's meeting my fist uh

Tell him check on his friends
Tell him check on his ho
I ain't making amends
he still stealing my flow
Y'all be posted like fans
And you sound like a clone
I done gave y'all a chance
And I see why none of y'all gon' grow
Couple K I got it on my own
Imma lay your body on my thrown
Better quit the talkin, you need sewn
Imma cause a homi- outta ho

Kamikaze ho like please I'm wanting death x4

I beg you to slide in
I got problems, I'm loving the violence
And keep chopping until he go silent
Keep talking we lobotomize him
Keep talking we gon' need a grave
Love hollows, they eating his face
I locate and run his place
This a semi but I make it spray

Yeah, tell that ho get up
Like I hit the stage then I dip huh
Need a chain so I'm matching my wrist huh
I be swerving the lane in a Benz Truck
She be new to the brain, gonna hiccup
She be new to the fame, got a picture
Hit that dude with a blade in his ribs uh
If I catch him he's meeting my fist uh

We gon' sit him down, lookin at an open grave
I don't want no sound, unless it is a bang
and if he try to shout, we gon' chop his face
I'm still in your house, know you're never safe

I give him a day before he falls
We gon' put that red up on his walls
I can't even answer when they call
Hold me back, I'm stepping on them all
Hold your breath
I can not confess
I come in and chop him up, that body made a mess
Hoes are gonna copy so I introduce to death
I cut him like salami then I feed him to my pets
He enter feeling cocky and he never even left
And they can't hit my body so I'm taking off my vest
And my ho look like Ari, but she said I sound the best
We make a gore party, do you wanna join the fest?
Jump in
I got problems I made outta nothing
I got homies I can't even trust in
I got bodies that we need to dump then
It's addiction I'm running on tussin
Paint the picture your blood it be rushing
I can't function, yeah I need a substance
If I see him then I got to dump then
If the feds hit the scene then we ducking

SCHWANKO (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

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prod takizava

art darian quilloy

I hate the internet, I been making money wrong ways
Got a frozen neck and I put my bank on Rod Wave
Imma kill pest, walk up in the function all spray
Lets get into that, quit that acting tough like Broadway
Talking sweet don't feel right
She in love with fiends like
She been asking for a sip so I still pour codiene light
Y'all gon' die like field mice
Amiri jeans with real ice
Imma reach over my shoulder and pull out a real knife

Hop in the function and cut that ho up
I hop in the function that mag I'm gon dump
These hoes hit my line for the fashion I stunt
And I put his head in the back of my trunk
All this 'tussin on me, yeah I'm stacking the cup
All these hundreds on me, I ain't rapping enough
Y'all ain't gonna kill me you capping for what?
If I'm in the venue then all you are done
I got death on my mind
Ripping flesh from his spine
Imma chop your homie up till I got red in my eyes
I got red in my ice
Mixing tech with the sprite
And like everytime you leave I make a mess with a knife

I hate the internet, I been making money wrong ways
Got a frozen neck and I put my bank on Rod Wave
Imma kill pest, walk up in the function all spray
Lets get into that, quit that acting tough like Broadway
Talking sweet don't feel right
She in love with fiends like
She been asking for a sip so I still pour codiene light
Y'all gon' die like field mice
Amiri jeans with real ice
Imma reach over my shoulder and pull out a real knife

INTERNET (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

Produced by guardian
art by me 
lyrics will be up soon

spine

SPINE (FT. BDDLY x GUARDIAN) (PROD. GUARDIAN)

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art brainbits

 prod takizava


LYRICS:
I be leaning, grab a pitcher I be filling it with red
Y'all be leaving, quick to switch up so quit throwing up a set
Like a choker, when I meet her I be all over a neck
Trigger squeezing when I twitch yeah like I'm dealing with Tourettes
Body bag hoe, I be throwing paper at the press
Feeling lagged hoe, I just took an Oxy to the chest
Where my bag hoe? Imma up that thing and leave him dead
Now the mags low, stupid hoe you should've worn a vest
I got money out the scene, bought my hoe a different ring
And my hoe bought me a glock, it be hanging out my jeans
I be sipping too much wok, I be looking like a fiend
I don't stutter when I talk neither do my lil machine
Drive by we gon' spin in limousine
Turn his block to tyedye he be leaking on the street
Want the smoke? then light by I just hope nobody see
Light him up like firefly then we sting him like a bee

SCHLANKEEZEE (PROD. TAKIZAVA) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

god bless america 
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all plats soon we ran into problems wit distribution

jssr - she callin w/ gxner + shisui (hosted by dj shadow biden)

TRACKED DOWN {HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN}

god bless america
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DOUBLE FLIP (FT. GXNER & VYTHE) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

OKAY IM BACK FROM THE DEAD
IMMA WALK INSIDE THE FUNCTION WITH A MASK ON MY HEAD
GOT EXOTICS IN MY LUNGS I TOKE IT PASS IT TO THE LEFT
I DONT CARE WHAT THEY TALKIN BOUT IM ADDING UP MY BREAD
NO FUCKS, WHAT YOU SAID
IT DOESNT MATTER IN THE END
YOU JUST LIKE TO PLAY PRETEND
YOU ON BULLSHIT 
I WONT EVER FALL FOR IT AGAIN 
GOT A JAR FULL OF FLUFFY BUD
JAR FULL OF DENSE
SHAWTY WANNA FUCK WITH ZEN
SMOKIN GAS IM FEELIN ZEN
THEY SAY THAT IM TOO INTENSE
HE WAS MOVING INCORRECT 
HIT HIS HEAD I LEFT A DENT
KNOCK OUT LIKE FUCKIN FENT
SHOWED UP UNEXPECTED I CAN TELL I GOT HIM FUCKIN TENSE
MAKE EM LOOK FOR CLUES
IMMA MAKE EM WONDER WHERE HE WENT
WHAT YOU FINNA DO
WHEN NOBODY COMES TO CLEAN THE MESS
SMOKE GORILLA GLUE
LIKE IT WHEN IT WHENS HITS ME THE CHEST
FELT INVISIBLE 
WHOLE LIFE IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE SET
NOW THEY SEE ME
CAUSE I CAME BACK, FROM THE DEAD
SHAWTY FREAKY
SHAWTY WANNA MEET ME IN THE BED
SMOKE LIKE CHIEF KIEF
I CAN TAKE TWO OUNCES TO THE HEAD
IT LOOKS EASY
EVERYTIME IM PICKIN UP THE PEN
I LIKE COUNTING UP MY 20s 50s 100s AND THE 10s
HATE TO HAVE TO TEACH EM HOW TO ACT RIGHT
HE LOOKS LIKE A PANDA GOT A BLACK EYE
HE CANT HIDE I GOT HIM RUNNIN FOR HIS DAMN LIFE
GO AGAINST US AND WERE WINNING BY A LANDSLIDE
I CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN BUT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND MINE
YOU KEEP TALKING SHIT BUT I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY
FUCK WITH ME I PROMISE ITLL BE THE LAST TIME
LATELY IVE BEEN EATING GOOD INCREASING PANT SIZE
I can do this shit myself
I don’t need your help
Diamonds on my body looking like I’m Michael Phelps
I don’t care what you’re saying cause I’m high as hell
Hit the plug, for some gas imma buy him out
OKAY IM BACK FROM THE DEAD
IMMA WALK INSIDE THE FUNCTION WITH A MASK ON MY HEAD
GOT EXOTICS IN MY LUNGS I TOKE IT PASS IT TO THE LEFT
I DONT CARE WHAT THEY TALKIN BOUT IM ADDING UP MY BREAD
OKAY IM BACK FROM THE DEAD

ART BY @_abunaii.s0undz_ / @annie_lollz on pinterest
BEAT BY @fonywallace

BACK FROM THE DEAD

BACK FROM THE DEAD (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

*COOPX4 SONG WARS WINNER*
ALL PRODUCED, PERFORMED, MIXED, AND MASTERED IN 2 HRS BY SKUllDOG AND KXLLBVT

COVER BY SPXDD

LYRICS:

KXLLBVT:

YEAAA YEA, THATS MY EVIL TWIN 
WE BE OUT HERE DOIN EVIL SHIT
WE GON TAKE THE WIN
PLEASE FUCK WIT ME IMMA TAKE YO HEAD OFF IN A SECOND
IMMA SLICE DICE PUSSY BOY
I KNOW THE FUCKIN METHOD
BITCH IM UP NOW, YOU IS DOWN
PUSSY YOU IS DOWN BAD, YOU A CLOWN 
I COULD NEVER EVER BE YOU IN 10,000 YEARS 
YEA I HEARD UR DOIN BAD
PUSSY BOY IM ALL EARS, YEA

SKUllDOG:
dont make me repeat myself we dont fuck wit u 
i stay fuckin yo bitch like we on pay per view
keep on cryin little bitch fuck is u gonna do
im a bad dog bitch yeah that much is true
grveyrd up in this hoe im real ghoul slangin
kxllbvt pack-a-punch that'll leave yo body hangin
yo face turn pale cuz all the blood is drainin
pussy act tough, ur a snuff film in the makin

#EVILTWINZ [SKUllDOG] *COOPX4's SONG WARS WINNER*

SELF AWARE [GRVEYRD EXCLUSIVE]

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SHADOW SERVICE
*not impersonating

DOUBLE FLIP (FT. GXNER & VYTHE) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

DJ SHADOW BIDEN

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