Blüdhaven

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art: @gvzzvh x @lunasith // background vox by: @sydcxx
official amv: [https://youtu.be/6AS5czp5JZI]

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Do-not-resurrect-necrotic-grip-lyrics]
back off 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
bash in your brain with my mask off 
yea try to pray for the last time 
lame and you mad but you hate cuz your cash wrong 
i don’t want love, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i'll leave his lung on the asphalt 
i’ll leave your tongue in a glass jar 
murder with a black SCAR 
he don’t wanna dump
what the fuck, is it that hard?
he don’t wanna buck
he respond with a sad bar 
nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
i don’t want pain, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i leave his lung on the asphalt 

now i just be sippin sippin sippin slow on the blood i collect from you fuckers
and i could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that i left in my dungeon 
now cuz of my pigment i been predisposed 
to unload and attack in abundance 
but that’s just the shit they said, i go and murder cuz simply the fact that i love it 

but it’s back to the subject 
stacking bodies by the dozens 
whippin audis outta budget 
godly while i’m thumpin 
you would probly caught a couple 
grippin probly why im fucked and i don’t plan on stoppin 
she do molly while we fuckin 
creepin i might grab a snub i caught him out in public 
beam, he saw it fore it snuffed him 
he was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky

out on all platforms

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics: 
goin ghost like my name was d phantom or sumn 
blowin smoke from the end of the cannon i’m bussin 
touched down in the land of the dead for a second 
nigga time for armageddon 
ok i been known to click jaws finger flick broads til they lips gone 
big boss w a blick tossed by my hip 
trigger hit dawg and i’m pissed off like a pit dog 
stickll hit raw and it swish like i’m chris paul 

jigga jiggy w the shit ima get em hit up give em astigmatism 
lift the stick up i’m really wid it i’ll really hit yo bitch and give her inches 
you niggas bitchin you wasn’t w the bidness off the rip 
cuz like sid i’m viscous and this a stick up 

back then didn’t nobody follow me 
times change now i’m known as a prodigy 
lead foot hit the gas in the dead of night 
listen closely ima end his life with nothing but a big bang 
and switchblade to his ribcage 
lift, aim! turn this bitch brain to a lil stain 
you was right to look the other way 
cuz i could easily turn his plight into a double date 
you motherfuckers sleeping on me 
so back the fuck up take a breather homie 
to keep it honest you don’t need to know me 
i keep the heater on me 
my crystal castle where i’m freezing lonely 
she make it clap and then she kneel below me 
reloading...

you kids wanna see a dead body? (prod. adjacen7)

engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics: 
you want it back then nigga shoot for it 
i been about it i’m a rude boy 
i bring it back then buss her down that bitch a chew toy 
true story 
tell her see ya later bitch i’m too gorey 
nude whores, hennessy and hatred got ya dude snorin 
ooo boy baby independent ridin down rodeo 
ain’t no way tho lame and underpaid is how a hater day go 
LMNOP i’m dropping D all on this instrumental 
break a fuckin bag and bring it back 
she wanna taste the rainbow 

cock back 
hit a hater brain 
watchin whatcha say 
ima pain 
hanging w the gang 
bangin 808s 
what a shame 
he just fakin plays
ain’t gon spray a thang 
buddy lame 
keep the razor blade 
aimin for your vein 
maintain, ima maintain 
w my main thang 
w the k sangin bang bang 
it gon rain pain 
mk with the blade 
aj w the hk 
make plays hit the stage 
spinning shit like beyblades 
hey babe..

now how ya doin hoe?
i keep some monsters in my deck 
just like it’s yuh gi oh
and bitch you never had it bring a mag or keep it movin hoe 
i bring the static if you mad then fuckin shoot me hoe 
delusional

grimoire: noir ver.1.77 (prod. adjacen7 x MERCYKILL)

engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics:
get smacked if you act up
getcha racks up 
.44 wit a mac tucked getcha ass snuffed 
4 hoes shaking ass tell em pick it back up 
stone cold just a wild frigid nigga masked up 

what the fuck bro 
i get it crackin w the snubnose 
she really asking where the love go? 
ion really love hoes 
she really mad and what the fuck for? 
i been an addict for the blood flow 
nigga better run home 

i keep it loaded off the lot and if we roll then i kill it 
i keep a pole inside my pocket put a hole in your civic 
you wanna go ok i got it i keep smoke in the chimney 
she running low on them narcotics so she hope i ain’t busy 
you wanna kill me wait in line lil pussy i ain’t inna that 
im busy dying while you hatin on the internet 
i’m breathing fire out this big ass nine 
my .45 operatic sound like satan when i spin it back 

blat hit the gas cold steel when i crash cars 
cracked in the cap hoes kill if i ask for it 
you a hater and you know it homie
 i brought a laser not to mention got a 40 on me
runnin with the goddamn clip 
in the goddamn tec 
couple hot lead tips 
leave you goddamn dead 
and if my nine dont spit 
then my glock gon blam 
i’m a goddamn king
you a goddamn stan
lil bitch

aim to please, shoot to kill (prod. adjacen7)

lyrics: 

big clip out the ride 
rip out your spine 
bitch i buss back, lift his body then he die 
never really want click clack til ya whole clique whacked 
it’s a fact, put a body in the sky 
what’s that? touchback? well you got that
rucksack fulla mags for the contact
one splat, get clapped, never come back
better back up fore your ass wit a toe tag 
blap! blap! blap! 
in the back of the 'lac 
where i go? where i go? 
wit the mac on my lap, i know, i know 
you was askin for that, times up, times up
leave a mag in your back, psycho, psycho 
i’m G O D 
now a couple hoes wanna be on me 
i got heat on me, wit my D O Gs
i go C O D 
but this a pricey fit so don’t bleed on me 

i spit killer shit like my glocky do 
i might hit ya bitch when i pop at you 
you better get a grip fore my dogs are loose 
they might hit a lick, they might bark at you 
i might sip a bit while she off a bean 
never really got what i’m offering 
hit him in his top if he talkin sweet 
you know talk is cheap, so i charge a fee

2077 (prod. erlax x rose)

lyrics:

[ak]
When I break a bitch
I never leave the evidence
Shitting on you rappers
I don't see nobody better than
The gang be coming up
I kill them all for just for adrenaline
Kicking in your door, I do not wait for you to lemme in
Yeah

Keep that .45 tucked by gut
Oh fuck, Imma come and dust a mothafucka up
I ain't talkin just to talk
Because that shit ain't adding up
Right now I feel like giving up
But do I really give a fuck
Yeah

Imma soldier, keep my head low
Grinding till I make it
And I put that on my dead folks
Surrender control of all the things that I can't let go
Feeling like the devil
I don't see a fucking halo
Yeah

I pull with the fucking choppa, let it bust
Getting everything I want
Got me feeling like the One
If he really wanna problem, Imma smoke him like a blunt
Heard he talking out of pocket
So I got to mitt them up, yeah

Gimme all the racks
Get back or get your skull cracked
Taking what I want
You fucked up, I'm next up
Hellhound Milita
Piped up, so guess what
Kill a mothafucka, dump the body in the aqueduct
Pussy talking all this shit
But he won't ever back it up
Fucking on ya shawty
And I told her ass to back it up
Saying you a goofy when we naked
Then we laugh it up
Dropping off the bodies cause she love to see me rack 'em up

[res]
Red beam, lead piece
Holdup boy, don't test me
Holographic gleam on the sight, what a blessing
I be like a thief in the night while you resting
I remove the peace from your life, now you stressing

Glockboi, don't make me put the beam on it
Hopping out the Scatty Pack, ain't nothing but a thing homie
I keep circle very small, ain't nothin less my team on it
Chopper seem to chop them up, I let that fucker ring, woadie

I could keep it old school
Holdup Imma cock back
Thought a nigga told you
Roll up and I cop that
I be sipping soju
Pour it, Imma toss back
Imma keep it loaded in my holy water bloodbath
All my niggas rolling, got them smoking on a opp pack
I be like a soldier when I'm loading up for combat
I need mental closure, I'm still open on the contract
I got flow pneumonia, I be cold it ain't no contest
What a nigga want, huh?!
Bullet through his spleen, hoe
Watch a nigga dump once, he can't hit a thing though
All she want is tough love, I can't feel a thing, hoe
I might cut him, and leave him rotting on the bottom of the sea floor

ak3k x do not resurrect - nuclear winter (prod. rose)

lyrics: 

i got a bad lil biddy
hit her dance, shake that ass in the back drop
grippin with a plan, i be laughing when the mac pop
feelin like the man, huh?
where the stash spot?
run into the gang, leave you prayin when that ass drop
blade drain veins, got a target on you
i bang janes, AKs and a rocket or two
i be chillin in the back, 8 racks for the strap
name tag X'd out, i ain't arguing dude

i ain't rocking with the bean or the lean, too
nigga get it poppin with the beam, i am evil
niggas hella gaudy in the scene, they be see through
pussy not a problem, got the keys like i'm riku

damn
ay, where the party?
ay
ay, let's get it started
ay
heard that pussy nigga want a fuckin problem
eat his damn face, pussy nigga, i am starving

12 men dead, spun the block on my skateboard
12 came in, saw the blood on my baseboards
5.56 or the glock with the razor
i can't pick, outta stock i got 8 more
lil rezzy got a bone to pick
i'm on the road to rich
they try to clone the shit, huh
and if he rippin like a vulture, shit
i'm not opposed to clips
and I will fold your shit up

heat signature (prod. stvrfire)

lyrics: 

k i don’t knock, im rockin time to roll in 
one shot to pop his organs 
talk a lot just stop it phony 
bro y’all just got demoted 
drop the top and drive it stolen 
stop talkin i’ll ignore it 
stock the mops i got imported 
red dot up on your forehead 

k im jus out here getting my money up
might light that dummy up 
i don’t got fear i got hunnit drums 
might cop that honey bun 
when that glock hit, i go dummy tho 
like mike i’m glovin up 
in my cockpit, don’t get bloodied up 
hotshot i’m gunnin em with that 

big ol 40 on my waist 
start duckin rounds 
chrome 4 nickel hope to blow his brain
stop duckin down 
no description boy don’t got no face 
without a sound, i could lift him to them floating gates 
i broke him down 

and i bet you’ll never see me 
never stop twitchin 
yellow lamborghini, hella shots rippin
several men defeated, lever not glitchin
run up get deleted, better stop flinchin 

i tote them big guns 
hold the phone, i blow that pole 
that boy skippin dimensions
told him tho, i’m smokin all my foes 
that is the mission 
broke his bones then throw him to the wolves that boy gone missin 

k i’m in go mode 
watch me rock in slow mo
watch me knock him cold and 
toss his body far below tho
i be coppin scopes 
so watch me mop him on the gopro
shawty top me slow then i get back to popping fo fos, bozo

contingency clip (prod. scorpio)

lyrics:

My double cup is fulla blood
I pull up thumpin with the heat ray
Loadin up a slug, I hit a fucker
Make him freeze frame
Don't care where you from
Could give a fuck about what he say
Open up a cut, I'm boutta decay huh
Cuz I got rot, whatchu want?
I got rounds in the front
"I get stacks, I get racks, I get packs"
What a stunt
I get brain in the back, boutta crash
Hit the pump
I can rap, that's a fact
So tryna act gon get you slumped

Wait, whoa
He think he dope huh?
I'm choppin bodies keep em swingin from the ropes huh
He outta pocket, leave him leakin like his nose run
He tried to hide
I feed him pieces from the whole drum
Thuggin but got no gun
Pull up leave his whole team runnin
I be saucing, gotchu itchin like a dope fiend, buggin
Droppin off is not an option
I got both beams thumpin
Try to hide but I got snipers in the nosebleeds
Bussin
Fuck it
Ok he gotta go, he adios
These fuckers never know what typa time we on
We body em
He got a dose
Exalted overlord so now he gotta choke
He plottin though
He probly thought he caught me round without a scope

My double cup is fulla blood
I pull up thumpin with the heat ray
Loadin up a slug, I hit a fucker
Make him freeze frame
Don't care where you from
Could give a fuck about what he say
Open up a cut, I'm boutta decay huh
Cuz I got rot, whatchu want?
I got rounds in the front
"I get stacks, I get racks, I get packs"
What a stunt
I get brain in the back, boutta crash
Hit the pump
I can rap, that's a fact
So tryna act gon get you slumped

I'm so prophetic
I go get it
Big body but I load weapons
So come dead it
Keep on, I'll get your throat severed
There's no heaven
This shotty known to blow melons
We dome shreddin, so come
So prophetic
I go get it
Big body but I load weapons
So come dead it
Keep on, I'll get your throat severed
There's no heaven
This shotty known to blow melons
We dome shreddin
So come get it

fourfold funeral (prod. adjacen7)

lyrics:

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'ma cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

So why they looking at me stupid?
Pocket watching, looking clueless
I'ma drop em in the pot
My pocket watch, it look elusive
Probably rocking with the losers
Drop his body then it's deuces
I don't care about your feelings
Motherfucker let me loose and I'ma
BANG! BANG! BANG!
And I'ma BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'll watch your brains HANG! HANG!
I'm not a saint
I ain't worried about a thang
I'm just trying to bring the pain

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'm a cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

mutt-17 (prod. mercykill)

lyrics:

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

Put a cap in his ass
Feel the wrath
I'ma drag to the back of house
Put a stack on X'ing him out
If a man wanna fuck with mine
Laugh at him now
Hit a nigga, put a rag in his mouth
I don't really think of asking twice
Blast and I'm out, what a god damn ass of a clown
Cut a fucker then I dug a ditch
Cuz I never knew another motherfucker
Wanna gut a motherfucker much as Rezzy
I'm in love with this

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

a cold day in hell (prod. adjacen7)

amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

amv: [https://youtu.be/MQvFsf_nj2Y]

lyrics:
Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rolling down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm preforming
Wait, I meant I'll perform, I got the bomb with it
Bitch him now he out of his form, I got his heart skipping
I got addiction to harm and I'm a dog nigga
Pistol stick him right in his jaw, I let him spar with it
Big dog barking off rip, keep the shells hot
Sinning like a winner
Master Splinter leave ya shell shocked
Hot piss on your coffin, drag the mailbox
Thinking bout dissing?
Imma stop him in his trail
Hot damn

Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Pistol in the club
I'm walking out, I got the Nina tucked
You got a problem come and solve it or don't bring it up
Lil shawty saw me at the mall, she trying to eat it up
Hopping out and popping at your squad because they weak as fuck

Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rollin down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm...

I'm bout that dough shit, I think he on that hoe shit (Oh no)
I lock and load, getting jiggy with that pole stick (Fo sho)
I'm bout to roll, shit get sticky, I'm corrosive (Low blow)
I caught a soul, stick extended, no emotion
Big extendo leave a stain
I crescendo with the blades
Hot as ever, see the devil when you step inside my gaze
Short temper, long shovel, come and dig your fucking grave
Come and find me in the bodies with some metal on my chain
All day...

Lean on it...
Choppa got a beam on it...
Bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda...

deadervant's haunt (prod. shneaky x trippleD)

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

out on all platfroms

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

lyrics:
spikes in my back like i’m lucifer, ay
ice in my blood 
i be coolin em, ay 
that girl she acting peculiar 
fuck it though 
i’ll break her back if she cute enough, ay 
i do the dash with my Ruger tucked, ay 
500 shots and he soon to decay 
i get the profit, im suited up 
step in my path 
and my chopper gon ruin your day 

ride for a nigga 
die for a nigga
kill for it
i’ll put a nigga down 
‘fore a nigga switch on me
sighed for a minute 
i shoulda went and spilled homie 
glock get the picture
shots if he talkin shit 
only i can admit it 
i shoulda put a lid on it 
now he a witness 
nah, cannot let him live 
nigga saw when i did it 
i’ll put him in a bin 
after choppin him 
like i’m the villain
beg for me 

ok, i hit the scene with a vision 
be to stop all these niggas from livin
keep a glock with a stick for the mission 
he keep talking, im ripping incisions 
i need me a mop and a vivider image
she keep calling to get my permission 
beat it up cuz i’m into submission 
need it all or i’m digging your ditches
i’m sick with a vengeance 

spikes in my back like i’m lucifer, ay
ice in my blood 
i be coolin em, ay 
that girl she acting peculiar 
fuck it though 
i’ll break her back if she cute enough, ay 
i do the dash with my Ruger tucked, ay 
500 shots and he soon to decay 
i get the profit, im suited up 
step in my path 
and my chopper gon ruin your day 

ride for a nigga 
die for a nigga
kill for it
i’ll put a nigga down 
fore a nigga switch on me
sighed for a minute 
i shoulda went and spilled homie 
glock get the picture
shots if he talkin shit 
only i can admit it 
i shoulda put a lid on it 
now he a witness 
nah, cannot let him live 
nigga saw when i did it 
i’ll put him in a bin 
after choppin him 
like i’m the villain
beg for me 
ay
spikes in my back like i’m lucifer, ay
ice in my blood 
i be coolin em, ay 
that girl she acting peculiar 
fuck it though 
i’ll break her back if she cute enough, ay 
i do the dash with my Ruger tucked, ay 
500 shots and he soon to decay 
i get the profit, im suited up 
step in my path 
and my chopper gon-

ok, i hit the scene with a vision 
be to stop all these niggas from livin
keep a glock with a stick for the mission 
he keep talking, im ripping incisions 
i need me a mop and a vivider image
she keep calling to get my permission 
beat it up cuz i’m into submission 
need it all or i’m digging your ditches
i’m sick with a vengeance

morbid curiosity (prod. rose)

lyrics:
power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums 
drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 

my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur
i pull the blade and carve a path 
for all the spirits walking earth 
look at me and see a god 
who never got what i deserve 
my superstitions cracking portals 
far below is where i lurk 
i don’t try, that shit behind me 
double homis on the verse 
uh 
ay
i get the cake and i move on 
she get it shaking i’m too gone 
but i know she be shaking to whose songs? 
(resurrect)
brought the straps in the back of the u-haul
acrobatic, my tools strong 
it don’t matter, i damage then cool off 
you get bruised, dawg

power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums, drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 
my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

prod. mercykill
mix & mastered: rose

[http://li.sten.to/walkingdoom]
official music video: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTd3s18A_RM]

lyrics:
put some paper in my pocket 
stack it up, I need a check 
i’m finna flip it, fuck it up 
i wanna hit sumn with a Tec
i wanna rip it, run amok 
them double digits turn to stacks 
i’m screamin “Kill em, hush em up!”
i need some crystals on my neck 

you wanna do it?
put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain 
choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
i’m comin through with the new tool 
and i’m too smooth 
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
got a loose screw 
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
with that deuce deuce 
put hole in him like a Froot Loop

why you lame? 
what you gain? 
why you hate a nigga?
my doggy maim 
gold fangs 
how he ate a nigga 
we droppin brains 
ya whole gang gon evade a nigga 
Peter Piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a nigga 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
(put some paper in my pocket)
i’m comin through with the new tool 
(stack it up, i need a check)
and i’m too smooth 
(i’m finna flip it, fuck it up)
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
(i wanna hit somethin with a Tec)
got a loose screw 
(i wanna rip it, run amok)
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
(them double digits turn to stacks)
with that deuce deuce 
(i’m screamin “kill em, hush em up!”)
put hole in him like a Froot Loop
(i need some crystals on my neck)

put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

put a body in the air with my fist like 
i’m in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
swear to god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight

official music video

Walking Doom

prod. grayskies x rose
background vox @sydcxx

[ https://li.sten.to/philosophyofaknife ]

lyrics:
Walk round
Steady posted with the AR
Glock 9 thumpin
Sendin fuckers to the graveyard 
Hellbound 
Finna rush em with the ACOG
Hunnid round drummin 
Get to cuttin with the blade drawn 
Hey
Catch me flowin with the waveforms 
Fall back, fucker
It ain’t nothin left to say to em
Blood drippin
Let em fall by the bayside 
Runnin down and gut a motherfucker just to take mine 

K, catch me posted on your block huh
Toasted from that za
With that dope up in my sock 
.40 in my glock, reloadin
Runnin from the cops huh 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the-

Hair down 
Let it fall when the breeze come 
Why she only wanna come around when she need sumn?
Bogged down from clouds 
I don’t need sun 
How she put it on me got me drowned
I don’t need trust
Ay
Write the code
Watch em freeze up
Long sigh, deep breath
Hoping just to re-up 
From my soul, out the cold
Ima rerun 
Not a sound from the crowd when the heat come

Philosophy of a Knife

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

prod. mercykill
background vox @sydcxx

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
K, I won’t rest til my profit through the roof 
K, I want flesh on the bottoms of my shoes 
K, I want death 
I watch it rot and watch it bleed
K, I don’t want nun but that paper and that beam 
Come run with me, cuz I see 
People open windows 
They leave their houses 
It’s a fine day 
Just for a short walk 

Might die tonight 
I’m livin like I 
Might die tonight 
I’m killin like I

Said I want him dead and I mean that though 
All about the bread and the greenbacks, dough 
Ima leave some lead where your spleen at, bro 
Thought I was a fan?
I don’t need that hoe

Open up the window, feel that breeze 
Pop it like a benzo, bend your knees 
All about the guap and I’m poppin em with the heat 
Get it rockin, Ima drop em
I’m moppin em to the beat

K, I won’t rest til my profit through the roof 
K, I want flesh on the bottoms of my shoes 
K, I want death 
I watch it rot and watch it bleed
K, I don’t want nun but that paper and that beam 
Come run with me, cuz I see 
People open windows 
They leave their houses 
It’s a fine day 
Just for a short walk 

Might die tonight 
I’m livin like I 
Might die tonight 
I’m killin like I

Might die tonight 
I’m livin like I 
Might die tonight 
I’m killin like I…

Human Shield//Ritualistic Fashion

prod. adjacen7

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Uh oh, his flow, it sound so ominous 
Open up my obelisk
Poke inside my soul and feel a void 
It won’t hard to miss 
Blackout all my armaments 
Pussy, I’m with all the shits 
I might be standoffish, but my yop been feelin talkative 

Young Wick with the stick like 
Got another double clip and her wrists tied
But she love it how I glitch when it hit right
Carve another triple six in a bitch thigh 
Spit like the rent high 
Pigs in a piss fight 
Follow my lead, I don’t wanna risk when the risk light 
Slaughter the beat and a couple hits so my check right 
Outta your league and I brought a fist to a stick fight 

K, Resurrect he be that prodigy 
You are just some spawns of me 
You ain’t nun but pawns to me 
Armed up in my armory 
Thinkin I might start some shit 
These rappers nun but shopping sprees 
Actin like some wannabes 
Act out, I might spawn the beast 

Niggas tryna match up? 
Snow fall in the summer 
Ima leave em hangin 
Roll up with that thumper 
Snubnose outta reach? 
I guess I’m swingin with my cutter 
I go buy them pieces just to stain em with some blood

Uh oh, his flow, it sound so ominous 
Open up my obelisk
Poke inside my soul and feel a void 
It won’t hard to miss 
Blackout all my armaments 
Pussy, I’m with all the shits 
I might be standoffish, but my yop been feelin talkative 

Uh oh, his flow, it sound so ominous 
Open up my obelisk
Poke inside my soul and feel a void 
It won’t hard to miss 
Blackout all my armaments 
Pussy, I’m with all the shits 
I might be standoffish, but my yop been feelin talkative

prod. adjacen7

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
You don’t need how I need it
You don’t walk it how I walk 
You ain’t fiendin how I’m fiendin
You don’t talk it how I talk 
Say my name just like The Reaper 
How I nail him to the cross 
And now I take her home and beat it
Left my pistol in the car

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! 
BLAM!

B-B-B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

(UNINTELLIGIBLE RES NOISES)

You don’t need how I need it
You don’t walk it how I walk 
You ain’t fiendin how I’m fiendin
You don’t talk it how I talk 
Say my name just like The Reaper 
How I nail him to the cross 
And now I take her home and beat it
Left my pistol in the car
Like…

(UNINTELLIGIBLE RES NOISES)

Bitch, reload, slide

BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!

Gunpowder Milkshake

prod. adjacen7

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Pull off causing problems, hoe 
Always quick to solve em though 
Know that boy from Texas 
He be steppin with revolvers, hoe
Devil with some targets, hoe
Never dressed in Prada though 
Make this shit look easy 
I don’t need it, but I want her though 

Lil hoe throw a hissy fit 
I hit it once, put shit to sleep
Funny how that shit can be 
I stay with the infantry 
Dirty boys from back woods 
Smokin backwoods ‘hind the church with priests 
I grind with an urgency 
Hollows give him third degrees 

Lever stuffed inside my briefs 
Bring hell and thunder 
Hide for weeks 
Pressure built a diamond 
35 when I’m retiring
Step inside my mind 
You won’t see brightness ‘less I light some weed 
Pussy, I won’t fold 
Just close your eyes and make your final peace

Pull off causing problems, hoe 
Always quick to solve em though 
Know that boy from Texas 
He be steppin with revolvers, hoe
Devil with some targets, hoe
Never dressed in Prada though 
Make this shit look easy 
I don’t need it, but I want her though 

Lil hoe throw a hissy fit 
I hit it once, put shit to sleep
Funny how that shit can be 
I stay with the infantry 
Dirty boys from back woods 
Smokin backwoods ‘hind the church with priests 
I grind with an urgency 
Hollows give him third degrees

Hellstar Cannon

prod. rose

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
One shot, one kill 
One bag with it 
Immaculate 
I’m lookin like I’m mad as shit 
You braggin, bitch?
Well, come and give this mag a kiss 
You masochist 
I’m lookin for a body bag
To bag a bitch 
And rodents, squeakers 
Comin for the top, get you dropped from the bleachers 
Love it when they pop 
Got the cops yellin “Jesus!”
From the spot where the Glocks and the preachers 

The prodigal of sons hath now returneth 
Come to wash the cloth of all the vermin 
You can say that you did what to did, woadie 
But Father Rezzy got a call to live in infamy 

It’s clear to see that I don’t got a problem 
Smackin all these dolls 
And they all prima donnas 
Get the call and I’m already on it 
Cuz if they drop a song 
I respond with a bombing 

I don’t know if I’m a god or a demon 
I don’t care, all I know is I’m a prophet 
I don’t know if there’s a rhyme or a reason 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
Five rings, let it rain on a rookie 
Scratch him up like a DVD 
Fuck a beam, I’ll swing on a pussy 
Had enough nigga, leave me be 

Ok I break em down 
Tag em up 
Laughing while I rack it up 
Feel like I’m cremating 
Way this laser turn his ass to dust 
I just left the bank 
Ain’t nun but acid in this double cup
No LSD
Talkin hydrochloric, baby
Lap it up

Bag a bitch 
And rodents, squeakers 
Comin for the top, get you dropped from the bleachers 
When they pop, got the cops yellin “Jesus!”
From the spot where the Glocks and the preachers 

Easy, clear to see that I don’t got a problem 
Smackin all these dolls 
And they all prima donnas 
Get the call and I’m already on it 
Cuz if they drop a song 
I respond with a bombing 

I don’t know if I’m a god or a demon 
I don’t care, all I know is I’m a prophet 
I don’t know if there’s a rhyme or a reason 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
Five rings, let it rain on a rookie 
Scratch him up like a DVD 
Fuck a beam, I’ll swing on a pussy 
Had enough nigga, leave me be 

All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
All I know is bitches wanna see me topless 
All I know is bitches wanna…

prod. mercykill

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
I get the pack and I run it fasho 
I’m swinging back, add a lump in his throat 
You want some action, I’m puffin the smoke 
I double back and I double the score 
Baby like toxic, I act like a diva 
Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh
Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it 
Shawty give top in the blood on the floor 

Really got him thinkin he a hotshot 
Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock 
Ain’t nobody jiggin when your song drop 
Really I be thinking that’s a lost cause 
Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars 
Ladies fuckin with me cuz of “Lock, Shock” 
Livin like a villain, I’m a top boss 
Hit em up, head em out 
Livid til my heart stop

Oh 
Now that I mention it, sick to my bones 
Call and collect, I don’t give up the dough 
Brought on a stretcher, get left in a hole 
God of the dead, I’m a sinister soul 
The maggots be sinnin the most
In bodies of flesh that I left in the cold 
In rap, I’m a critical role
Dramatic, my ratchet
I’m pickin em off

I get the pack and I run it fasho 
I’m swinging back, add a lump in his throat 
You want some action, I’m puffin the smoke 
I double back and I double the score 
Baby like toxic, I act like a diva 
Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh
Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it 
Shawty give top in the blood on the floor 

Really got him thinkin he a hotshot 
Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock 
Ain’t nobody jiggin when your song drop 
Really I be thinking that’s a lost cause 
Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars 
Ladies fuckin with me cuz of “Lock, Shock” 
Livin like a villain,  I’m a top boss 
Hit em up, head em out 
Livid til my heart stop

God Eats Children

prod. adjacen7

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Washed of all my grievance 
I think blood might taste way sweeter though
Homicidal demon 
Inside your gums is where my heater go 
Fingers scraping, itching, scratching
So cleanshaven, what a heathen tho
He made it 
Get some racks and double back to let my Nina blow 

AY, BOW!
Prods been goin stupid 
Fully auto music 
Shawty like my croonin 
Got her body movin 
Harmful, smart and ruthless 
Dodgin while I’m shootin
Targets all disputed 
Dawg, I’m boutta lose it 

Washed of all my grievance 
I think blood might taste way sweeter though
Homicidal demon 
Inside your gums is where my heater go 
Fingers scraping, itching, scratching
So cleanshaven, what a heathen tho
He made it 
Get some racks and double back to let my Nina blow 


That shit be crazy 
You feel that, baby? 
Unwrap my fists 
Come meet you maker
Y’all dumb as shit 
Can’t grant no favors 
Unload my stick 
And leave him brainless 
Aim this stainless 
At your residence 
So venomous
I sweep them shells 
No evidence and I beat the block 
So effortless 
And I heat the spot 
That’s severance 
When that lever click

Prods been goin stupid 
Fully auto music 
Shawty like my croonin 
Got her body movin 
Harmful, smart and ruthless 
Dodgin while I’m shootin
Targets all disputed 
Dawg, I’m boutta lose it

Ratshot Warhead

prod. rose

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I’m at the top of my game 
Talent not hard to sustain 
Cop-killer, run from the federals 
Then fall back and catch me a stain 

Who want it?
He want it
I got it 
You runnin 
AR-15 with a stock and some clues on it 
I gotta eat, so I’m huntin with two stomachs 
Wide body Beamer with guns on the roof on it
I want him dead 
Bro told me “Chill”
One in the head
Loaded to drill
I got some woadies that’s loaded to kill 
Walk on up, walk em down and we open his peel 

Death embraced 
10-4 
Line his shut up 
Chest, neck, face 
Get fucked 
.40 kick, punch 
Chest get caved 

Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate…

I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I’m at the top of my game 
Talent not hard to sustain 
Cop-killer, run from the federals 
Then fall back and catch me a stain 

I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I just reside with the corpses 
I just reside with the corpses
All of these bodies is gorgeous  
I just reside with the corpses 



Death
10-4 
Chest, neck, face 
Get fucked
Punch
Death
Punch
Line his shit up
.40 kick, punch
Death
Punch
Chest get caved 
10-4 
Line his shut up 
Get fucked 
.40 kick, punch 

Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate
Desecrate 
Death

All Men Are Cremated Equal

prod. adjacen7

[https://youtu.be/gg5VC1-0LSs?si=aNfwXtxurAaXSqYe]
[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
Keep a hunnid rounds on the bottom of the stick 
Gonna hunt him down 
When I’m runnin round the town
Gotta nother hunnid rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dug a motherfuckin ditch 
Cut a motherfucker’s throat 
Hit a motherfucker’s lid
Hit a motherfucker’s dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)


He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
He outta time 

He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
But not his life

Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
On the bottom of the stick 
When I’m runnin round the town
Rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dig a motherfuckin… 
Throat
Hit a motherfucker’s…
Dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a baby, I’m a baby)
(I’m a baby)
(I’m a…, I’m a…)

Babydoll

prod me

lyrics:
Rich from my venomous ways
Don't want no minimum wage
Men, women, children ain't safe
Bullets gon rip through ya face
I cannot handle it, frankly
Watch as it wilt and decay
Mama thought this was a fantasy
I told her this ain't no phase

Cloudy up the vision, that's a overload
Shawty wish I need her, but she know I don't
I came to play with my hacksaw
I don't need a friendship man I'm over those
Molly on tongue, oh she dancin'
My women treat me like Manson
Baby wan' come get a taste of it
Come get your girl she advancin'

Okey doke, Ima lonely bloke
Do-si-do in my rodeo
Toasty though cuz my .40, hoe
It's smokey cuz I be blowing O’s

Oh, you know wanna know me, hoe?
All because I'm handsome and I'm lowkey, though?
Oh you wanna blow me, hoe?
That don't really matter, Ima throw these hoes

Not on the payroll don't plead for shit
This ain't no Halo, don't reach for shit
Caught him in traffic and lit him up
I’ll beat the case if I plead the fifth

Check that lil shit off my roster
Live in a world with no enemies
Death made me turn to a monster
Babygirl, this is my killing spree

Babygirl, this is my killing spree
Babygirl, this is my killing spree
Babygirl, this is my killing spree

my sadistic killing spree (prod. slade kovacs)

prod me

lyrics:
hellspawn villain 
kill a nigga, fall flat
leglock, pin em 
bitch i never hold back
headshot hit him, bet he never come back
riding round the city w the stick on my lap
bounce out 
make the semi go BLAT!
down south 
bet a nigga wont rat
loud mouth 
finna piss in your trap
tryna get my face 
til i push em on back

go black on black
my fashion kills
niggas want my fashion skills 
racks on racks
now that's a thrill 
living for some mass appeal 

poker when i face em 
but it’s obvious im packin steel
no smell from my basement 
cuz them bodies in them vacuum seals

keep away from res 
around the rosie where im cracking shields 
lethal as it gets 
i stole your rover now it lack a wheel 
why you lackin still? 
my crew flows is hella dope 
make you jealous tho
i do things theyll never know im-

7 heads in a duffel bag (prod. slade kovacs)

MIXXXXXXXXXED BY MANGO: @kidmangx
amv: https://youtu.be/k1sYDtD2Ibk
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lyrics:
res with the lead, got the hot shit comin
ima threat, never fret, ima dropkick fuckers
tec on my left, make you drop dead
ima make a killing, i get it and then i pop bands on em
blade in my pocket, keep a toolie by my waist side
shame you a copy and i do this just to waste time 
ima need a millie in advance, make her do a little dance
tell her come on over, grab her by the waistline 
im a fuckin villain, nuts too big so fuck you prick
i clutch two grips , then unload, so duck you bitch
you unimpressed with resurrect, then you can suck two dicks
and then I'm hackin up your lungs like all the blunts you hit
its untrue bitch, you think that i won't grab a blade
then slash and blame this shit all on my scatterbrain 
i'll bash your face then laugh at every track you make
you're really only half a man, wait, i mean half a lame
i slide on that nigga with hella hittas, deaded triggers
i pull that shit, lead delivered through yo liver
im dead again, best of wishes to you bitches
i said it, extended clips'll push your wigs in
no effort, im well equipped with extra issues
i'll spell it out, extra kids with extra tissues
irrelevant, send a missile through your spirit
i bet you ain't near a nigga as parasitic, you bitches

phantom primus (prod. negative)

mixed by: @kidmangx // mastered by: @sastrp
background vox: @sydcxx // cover art: @gvzzvh


k i keep several rugers 
‘stendo rulers 
send em through ya huh
k i keep metal tools 
to bend them rules and
bitch i’m booted up 
my clip gon never lose or rust 
might slip, yo men all losing blood
my clique gon rend and bruise 
my next tattoo i get from lucifer 

k i be ridin wit a dead bitch
crystals on my left wrist 
empty out the tec
case a nigga wanna set trip 
pistol pop his head 
case that nigga got a death wish 
simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with 

tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me start a riot
tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me..

down set 
hut 
put that HK through ya gut 
shawty told me i’m too mad but shit i love the smell of blood 
my grip miraculous for that static it’s too bad you’ll never touch 
i bet that glocky make him dance 
that ratchet make ya double dutch 
the fuck is up?

double vision triple digits on the dash 
couple pistols and some niggas got my back 
get the picture i could flip a couple racks 
i get busy with the glicks then get too rich to wipe my ass

yakuza [prod. scorpio x youknowgasca]

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art by: @donotresurrect x @gvzzvh
official amv: [https://youtu.be/BdwoqOwZCbg]

lyrics:
they call me young takeshi kovacs with it 
flow acidic, cold precision 
goated with it 
i’ll fold you niggas, like your whole division 
hold a minute, i’m loaded 
i hope the pole don’t getcha 
4 incisions, a .223 to put a hole up in em 

oh shit, ay there go my old chick 
she just tryna jack it off, like we at the coat check 
they just wanna have my sauce, i just want my flow back
call me king of babylon, target on my whole back, no sweat

ain’t what you used to
but i could give a fuck 
i ain’t wanna do it to em 
but now they dead and gone and i been up on youtube 
i’m getting fetty boy 
and if my pistol pew pew, then bitch get ready for it 

ain’t nobody fucking with res he the best ain’t nobody could buss him
the rest of the bodies get brought in the back with the buzzards 
in the back of the lac keep the mac on my lap ima tuck it 
why the fuck is you running, i’m known as the god of destruction

OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

takeshi kovacs concerto in F minor (prod. mercykill x rose)

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

do not resurrect ⌖

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