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Lyrics:

Bitch I’m fiending for the smoke
High as hell cause hells my home
Riding round the corner to the trap house
Bout to stash sum dope 

It’s da I to the c to the e m a n e
don’t try to be me
enemies come directly
I’m high yes I’m high
In the sky where you’ll find me
Murder on my mind hypnotized from these writings
Eyes low in my zone let me coast while I’m here
Pour a four pop a pill icemane crystal clear
In the sun where I’m from u can see what I hear
I’m the light in the darkness I was raised with no fear
No feelings in my head think I’m twisted in the brain 
Every since I lost my homies to this god forsaken game
Can’t hang with them players 
So u best stay in your lane
I don’t wanna take another manes life
Not today


The sickness it grows bringing me down to your level
This trickery literally got me here thinking things like if youre da devil
Like metal stay strong but broken down
In my mental
Fuck it I’m waiting for my resurrection
A lesson from these temples
I pray, meditate to situate myself inside
Looking within as ride with the wind going pass all my sins find the peace that hides
Go at it again with myself in end tryna make these amends before I die
Who am I yes lord ice
I’m a demon in disguise

All alone in my heart I feel so cold
Interruptions let them go
Hardly grasping to my soul
I can’t cave in to my self

Hell's My Home (Prod. Lucky Menace)

Twisted in the head. 
I wish the birds would shut the fuck up. 
PRODUCED BY BOZ.

Ned Bundy - Birds Ain't Real (Prod. BOZ)

Come To Hell Wit Me (Prod by Cali Doja)mp3

3. HELLBOY feat. ICEMANE THA KINGPIN

Rat Food (prod. HPSHAWTY)

Bitch I'm kicking in the door. With the 44
Young rabbitmane, mister lay em on the floor
Mr gotta get this bread
Mr gotta pay these bills
Mr gotta feed my fam
Mr gotta keep it real
Mr creepin with the gauge
Camping outside of ya place
Mr call my bloodas up
And let em shoot you in the face
Mr motherfuck a case
Mr I do not play
I'm the motherfuckin mister mister mister rabbitmane.
Mr ion never cap
Mr try me ima snap
Mr punch you in yo face if you can't shut yo fuckin trap
Mr ion give a fuck
The fuck you hoe ass niggaz on
Mr get up out my space because I'm in my fuckin zone.
Mr beat you to the ground
Kuz these pussy niggas hoes
Mr pistolwhip yo mouth until you lookin hella old.
Im the Mr. Rabbitmane but you already kno
call me mr soul snatcha 9 mili take ya soul

MISTER SOUL SNATCHA (PROD. DJ $IX)

LONE STAR STEPPIN (PROD BY TYPE-ONE)

WHITE WIDOW FEAT. DEAD HIPPIE ( PROD. EERIE X OKRA)

Da Menace x Dmize - Zero Tolerance

BREAKIN' THEY NECKZ ft. ACE $NOW$ [Prod. HOSPICEMANE]

MORE SLYYE AND HEXMANE ON THE WAY.

PRODUCED AND WRITTEN BY SLYYE AND HEXMANE.

MIXED BY HEXMANE.

BIG SHOUTOUT AND THANK YOU TO HEXMANE.

LYRICS:

[SLYYE]
I cherish the days, when you were at my football games
Sitting in the f-150 bumpin' Isaac Hayes 
The commodores and Al Green, the music stays with me 
I’ll always think back to the times we lived in Tennessee 
Before the misery, that was too soon to ensue 
I miss all the car trips listening to the blues 
Always watching the news and sittin' in the den 
I never had a clue, I was a kid back then.

You were my dad when my own father walked away 
You kept an eye on me when mom was working late 
You never led me astray, you told me do your best 
It broke my soul when we all had to lay you to rest 
I try to stay out of trouble pushin' on through the struggle
Even though I slip up and on occasion I fumble 
You listened when I was Mark, and now they call me SLYYE 
No direction in life, deep down I still wanna die.

[HEXMANE]
And If I die, nobody batting an eye sat and fed the denial 
But happiness is a lie
Keep on eating the bile
They fed you since your a child
Telling you how to live and telling you when to smile
I tried to break out the chains cause they never gave me a file
Selling me all these scripts and they selling em by the pile
Just elements in a vial
Turn that shit to a powder
Press it into a pill
Still crying up in the shower
I’m sorry I had my fill
 
And the milk is getting too sour
I tried to rid of myself and I’m nothing more then a coward
Working away my life I’m climbing a crumbling tower
Climbing a broken ladder for pennies and no power
Ticking away the hours
Till I can burn up the flower
You can pick at my brain but only if I allow it
And nothing will ever change all my demons will pull me backwards
Only thing I learned was in the end nothing mattered

AS WE CLOSE THE DOOR

SLYYE X HEXMANE - AFTER WE CLOSE THE DOOR

PHX

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Rat Food (prod. HPSHAWTY)

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