ALL YOU NEED IS KILL: EXIT WOUND (DELUXE)

exec prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

ALL YOU NEED IS KILL

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

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

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

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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:

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

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

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. 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. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
swing my knife
won’t miss, i’ll clip you
psilocybin tip my pistols
i like knives and sticks and missiles
hoe, won’t kiss you
what’s your issue?
bet this blade go through your tissue
or this k gon put some in you
pull that four out
i’ma show out
make a stain bet they won’t miss you

i inspired the eclipse
i got fire in my clip
razor wire on my fence
so, if they climb it, they might rip
ay, why the fuck he looking bummy

i might crack em, do em scummy
double back, i scrub them tracks up
call for backup, they aint coming

ay, why you running, motherfucker?
grab my pump, it fuck his guts up
hunt to get my funds up
boy, this gun buck like no other

hit him with that thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
put him in a hearse and we making that boy dirt
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed

i swing my knife
won’t miss, i’ll clip you
psilocybin tip my pistols
i like knives and sticks and missiles
hoe, won’t kiss you
what’s your..?
bet this blade go through your tissue
or this k gon put some in you
pull that four out
i’ma show out
make a stain bet they won’t miss you

i inspired the eclipse

i got fire in my clip
razor wire on my fence
so, if they climb it, they might rip
ay, why the fuck he looking bummy
i might crack em, do em scummy
double back, i scrub them tracks up
call for backup, they aint coming

hit him with that thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
..thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
..thirty, i’m making that boy hurt
put him in a hearse and we making that boy dirt
..hearse and we making that boy dirt
..hearse and we making that boy dirt
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed
i hop out swinging, stand on business
one against like 30, i’m leaving em all cursed
i swing my..

goblin teeth

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
like, how you gon run from me
i love when they run from me
my brothers go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me

ain’t no use abusing packs
i’ll fuck up ya lungs for free
like, “what have you done to me?”
my thumper go dumb for me

i love when they shoot it back
it make it more fun for me
they tryna excuse the past
like, what have you done for me?

my thumper go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me
i love when they shoot it back
it make it more fun for me

don’t fuckin move
i got cut up bodies stuffed in boxes in my room, huh
appetite for violence, bloody diamonds in my tooth, huh
30 in my jacket, when it’s static, let it shoot, huh
bodies in the pool, huh
hollow, what it do, huh?
blow your fucking top, i’m talking noggin through the roof, huh
laser with a stock, it’s supersonic, let it boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, ay
boom

like, how you gon run from me
i love when they run from me
my brothers go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me

ain’t no use abusing packs
i’ll fuck up ya lungs for free
like, “what have you done to me?”
my thumper go dumb for me

don’t fuckin move
i got cut up bodies stuffed in boxes in my room, huh
appetite for violence, bloody diamonds in my tooth, huh
30 in my jacket, when it’s static, let it shoot, huh
bodies in the pool, huh
hollow, what it do, huh?
blow your fucking top, i’m talking noggin through the roof, huh
laser with a stock, it’s supersonic, let it boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh

sacred finger seal

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-

music vid

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

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
these zombie tips will eat your body up
jolly while i slaughter ya
pistol skilled in judo
and my choppa know karate
rob the jewels and burn the bodies up
fill em with disease
while that pistol pocket rocket popping noggins
make em scream
i’m putting faces in the dirt
faith ain’t my concern
shoot ya granny crib
like, “i’m just making sure it work”
i drop that bass, she make it twerk
lay me by the sea
i can’t live my way then fuck it, baby
i don’t wanna breathe

on a better day, in a better place
i’d have put the whole world in a furnace
get the record straight, i’m a renegade
and i’ll sever the head of a serpent
with a metal blade
i command to thee
you are knighted, go doeth my bidding
but why every night, i am stuck in this cycle
i sink in oblivion
really, i’m sick of this feeling

i’m falling through the scenes
mobbing with my fiends
holographic scope on top my candy colored beam
you probably crying for a feat
i just want the truth
y’all don’t want them fucking problems, pussy
i don’t fuck with you

these zombie tips will eat your body up
jolly while i slaughter ya
pistol skilled in judo
and my choppa know karate
rob the jewels and burn the bodies up
fill em with disease
while that pistol pocket rocket popping noggins
make em scream
i’m putting faces in the dirt
faith ain’t my concern
shoot ya granny crib
like, “i’m just making sure it work”
i drop that bass, she make it twerk
lay me by the sea
i can’t live my way then fuck it, baby
i don’t wanna breathe

the museum of dead wifery

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
bullet pumping through your stomach
you a target dummy
all that talking, oh you tough? then why you running from me
tried to @ me, drop the addy
this a murder mission
ain’t no party less lil rezzy brought his burner in it
burner in it

ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i be staring daggers through these rappers, i got murder vision
i’m sporadic with this ratchet, tryna hurt a nigga
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga

i’m a mad dog
schizoid, tactful, an asshole
ride by the kids, “want a gat? got a bagful”
got a pit full of ash in my castle
a bad little witch, she attached to my shackles

been a long night
see the victim when he roll by
my finger itching on the trigger, got my pole tight
and when i throw lead
i seen his soul fly
i strike a match, and hit the spliff and then it’s on sight
he end up livin, make a visit to his home site
i’m well equipped for digging ditches
you alone, right?
this what you asked for
so, what you mad for?
full shaq, breaking glass off the backboard
i’m smacking shit like willy smith, cuz i’m a bad boy
i’m really him, got niggas tripping like a passport
why fight when your soul in my reach?
couple knights in my court

on my throne as a king

bullet pumping through your stomach
you a target dummy
all that talking, oh you tough? then why you running from me
tried to @ me, drop the addy
this a murder mission
ain’t no party less lil rezzy brought his burner in it
burner in it
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i be staring daggers through these rappers, i got murder vision
i’m sporadic with this ratchet, tryna hurt a nigga
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
cuz, i got murder vision
i’m tryna hurt a nigga
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga

17th generation toilet hanako-san

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
5 gen with a brand new cutter
5x on the rail, don’t run up
drop bread on heads, we toast em
won’t jam, shit shoot like butter
watch now, this a brand new season
fuck feds, in the v, i’m speeding

jumped down to the world down under
hopped out was a brand new demon
hopped out was a brand new killer
resurrect undead like thriller
10 mil, all face, no casings
mac spit like malcolm miller
won’t stop, we keep it moving
bro said my aura glowing
this rifle came with coolant
plug in and overload em

i just figure nobody doing this shit better
i might hit a flow and i spit like a damn ‘retta
i might hit a streak and i go on a damn spree
4 up in the morning, she making me damn fed up
shit get crazy, keep ya drac up
no face, no chase, i keep my rank up
say sumn
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
he don’t want static
look at him, he won’t get a shot off
look at me, i’m knocking your block off
bitch, i tell em shut up or shut down
that gun in my pocket go, “BLAGOW!”
i’ m a masterpiece
i really had to be
i’m only thinking ‘bout catastrophe

and casualties
so niggas tryna bat with me
your majesty
you niggas ain’t a man to me, you see

5 gen with a brand new cutter
5x on the rail, don’t run up
drop bread on heads, we toast em
won’t jam, shit shoot like butter
watch now, this a brand new season
fuck feds, in the v, i’m speeding
jumped down to the world down under
hopped out was a brand new demon
hopped out was a brand new killer
resurrect undead like thriller
10 mil, all face, no casings
mac spit like malcolm miller
won’t stop, we keep it moving
bro said my aura glowing
this rifle came with coolant
plug in and overload em

i just figure nobody doing this shit better
better, better, better, better
i might hit a flow and i spit like a damn ‘retta
‘retta, ‘retta, ‘retta, ‘retta

i might hit a streak and i go on a damn spree
spree, spree, spree, spree
4 up in the morning, she making me damn fed up
fed up, fed up
shit get crazy, keep ya drac up
no face, no chase, i keep my rank up
(say sumn)
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
(say sumn)
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
(say sumn)
he don’t want static
look at him, he won’t get a shot off
look at me, i’m knocking your block off
bitch, i tell em shut up or shut down
that gun in my pocket go, “BLAGOW!”

the artful wound

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:

bitch, second to no one
i know i’m a god in the scene
the power of god in my beam
i’m dumping at fuckers who not on my team
like, hoe, whatchu thought? i’m a king
i snap back with a pitchfork
spawn trap, get em pissed off
rat traps for the bitchboy
put a saw trap on my wristwatch
got a bad girl with a ball gag
 
she like to do what i tell her, dawg
residue on my weapon, dawg
had to do what i’m destined for
residence fulla evil shit
i got recipes for them stretchers, y’all
 
lady dimitrescu, she tryna undress up in my prescence, dawg
princess resurrect just sent a threat, it’s not a message, dawg
chest and arm protection won’t protect you from my weapons, dawg
chest and arm protection won’t protect you from this weapon
son of death has resurrected, so i slept with my suppressor
my suppressor, my suppressor, my suppressor
 
she like to do what i tell her, dawg
residue on my weapon, dawg
had to do what i’m destined for
got recipes for them stretchers, y’all
 
lady dimitrescu, she tryna undress up in my prescence, dawg
princess resurrect just sent a threat, it’s not a message..

lady dimitrescu

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before
so, i head back to the base, that’s sector v
to hit the dope

i count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before

jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man

codename: k.i.l.l.j.o.y.

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
hollup baby, i been crazy since the motherfuckin first day
favor my .380, give a fuck about ya birthday
unmedicated, know they finna have a cursed day
ill in my behavior, do them niggas in the worst way

i’m why these missiles outta stock
keep a stizzy in my sock
i get busy with them glocks
keep my pistol, know i got it on me

you a sissy, not a dog
double 50 in the mop
not an issue, you a fraud
just a product of me

keep a cutter on my waistline
ain’t about a dollar? do not holla
i don’t waste time
everybody mobbing ‘til we caught em outta state lines
they gon find his rotten bloated carcass by the bayside
everybody squawkin, not a talker
i’ma take lives
she a little older, never find me on the dateline

said he want the smoke, then roll it up and i’ma face mine
roll it up and i’ma face mine

heavy metal rocking, heavy stomping in my boots
rezzy like a god, i send down lightning like i’m zeus
feeling like a zombie, brain be rotting from the boof
got me talking all that nonsense, i’ma prophet in the booth
never caught up, keep a rifle and a sniper on the scene
bullet hit his noggin, saw it exit through his spleen
rezzy been about it, keep a weapon with a beam
holographic for the static, with a matted lmg
i’m as petty as can be

hollup baby, i been crazy since the motherfuckin first day
favor my .380, give a fuck about ya birthday
unmedicated, know they finna have a cursed day
ill in my behavior, do them niggas in the worst way

i’m why these missiles outta stock
keep a stizzy in my sock
i get busy with them glocks
keep my pistol, know i got it on me

you a sissy, not a dog
double 50 in the mop
not an issue, you a fraud

heavy metal rocking, heavy stomping in my boots
rezzy like a god, i send down lightning like i’m zeus
feeling like a zombie, brain be rotting from the boof
got me talking all that nonsense, i’ma prophet in the booth
never caught up, keep a rifle and a sniper on the scene
bullet hit his noggin, saw it exit through his spleen
rezzy been about it, keep a weapon with a beam
holographic for the static, with a matted lmg
i’m as petty as can..

cryptkept

lyrics:
I be swervin, lane switchin
I'm too sure, I ain't missin
37 hollowtips in my clip
Make it rain, didn't it

Ok, upper level aim with it 
Lopping off his ring fingers
Leavin fuckin bodies twitchin 
Find em where they brains hangin..

I'm ready to die, shit
I be with the guys, shit
Drop another whip and scrape the city
I'm gon die in it

Ok, watch me drive it stolen 
With that pistol in my pants 
I'ma blow that noggin open 
Soon as I get my fucking chance
Damn..

I been known to ride, let it burn slow
Smoke it up and die, see the night go
I don't wonder why, nah I die slow 
Sippin on my flight, when I arrive
I'm gettin high, hoe

Go pop off 
Lock jaw 
Nah, can’t get yo bitch back
Like go knock off, drop drawers 
Still ain’t get yo get back
These lasers ready
Red and green like Christmas, I'ma switch em on
This pistol heavy
Chevy hang outside, .223 send em all

I send em off 
Machete ready 
Deadly when I cock it back
Like my metal heavy 
Swingin MPs at your shower cap
Send em back
Bitch, you wasn't with it 
Boy, I been up on it
I'm really ballin
Bitch, I spot that target
Get my semi on it 

My Glock got titties on it
Pimp the Draco with a scope
Hoe, my homies got like 15 grips and two Glocks in they coat
I don’t give a fuck bout none this shit, my life fucked that’s fasho
I could end it all but I be getting high cause I could blow, when I cope
Lonely road I’m walking with my bow tucked, I go ghost
I don’t do that talking shit, I rock a bitch and go
Just like my momma, moody, I get moody on these hoes
I know my bros got pocket rockets..

Pop it on these foes
Sights glitchin
Got the floor lights dimming 
I don't wanna live forever 
That's my whole life mission 
.40 pokin out my sweater with a long knife
Chalk it up to them long nights 
Open up, I got close-eyed victims

bastard sword (prod. MERCYKILL x slade kovacs)

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i go dummy on these niggas
i don’t buddy with these niggas
tryna flex? you unimpressive
looking bummy to me, nigga
outta dollars, outta sense, you outta money, little nigga
i go all banana clips
now you a monkey in the middle
oh, i’m sorry

but i don’t fear shit
if he ain’t talking ‘bout a check then I don’t hear shit
and i don’t always need a weapon when i peel shit
but if he running, we gon hunt him like a deer, bitch

hunt him like the irs, i’m looking for my taxes
hit him with the fye, i got a nigga doing backflips
i been out my mind, i’m really feeling like i’m batshit
365, the way we spin him on his axis
fan him with that … and, oh my god, he got a facelift
friday, halloween, i got em hiding like i’m jason
i’m not tryna be nobody else, i’m born amazing
boy you looking basic
how you tryna say shit?
what is your location?
i go dummy on these niggas
i don’t buddy with these niggas

tryna flex? you unimpressive
looking bummy to me, nigga
outta dollars, outta sense, you outta money, little nigga
i go all banana clips
now you a monkey in the middle
oh, i’m sorry

but i don’t fear shit
if he ain’t talking ‘bout a check then I don’t hear shit
and i don’t always need a weapon when i peel shit
but if he running, we gon hunt him like a deer, bitch

hunt him like he stole sumn
hunt him from the treetops
brodie nem gon chase that fucker down until his knees lock
shawty asking what’s up in my pants, this here a g lock
sick and tired of heroes, i’m a villian ‘til i’m senile
he thought we was ok
tell that nigga, “we not.”
he thought it was safe, i buss the pistol through the sheetrock
he thought it was mace the way i’m spraying with my heat out
i just bought a draco
brodie got a zpap
he just caught a rebound
like the irs, i’m looking for my taxes
hit him with the fye, i got a nigga doing backflips
i been out my mind, i’m really feeling like i’m batshit
365, the way we spin him on his axis
fan him with that … and, oh my god, he got a facelift
friday, halloween, i got em hiding like i’m jason
i’m not tryna be nobody else, i’m born amazing
boy you looking basic
how you tryna say shit?
what is your location?

no more heroes

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts

my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young
i keep staining cuz the blood on me ain’t washing out my jeans
luckily them fuckers black, so that shit kinda hard to see
i foresaw an evil prophecy
i drown it down with bleach
his arteries, yea, they ain’t hard to reach
keep .40 with a beam

i keep tracers in the drum
couple dracs, that’s just for fun
i see pain up in your face
closest thing i feel to love
dirty dancing with the devil
feel the flame up on my tongue
i hate every human being
and if i could, i’d kill em off

(smoke like i’m a thug)
kill em all
(i’m a thug)
kill em all
(good thing i keep it tucked)
kill em all
(keep it tucked)
if i could, kill em all

they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts
my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young

tumbling doll of flesh

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS x Dante Swan

lyrics:
catch me runnin w my blick 
cuz dallas traffic got me pissed
i wave this burner
rezzy potter, doin magic w that stick
im totin missiles by the fistful
never low on ammunition 
throwin dick up in that bitch 
and throwin opponents in them ditches
hella wicked 

yea they call me young takeshi w it
altered carbon, thats a great watch
yall should probably call the tech support 
i got a fucker laggin from a faceshot
here to bomb em w a rocket launcher 
probably caught his brother w a nade shot
rockin a gun w a tank top
walkin em down now my face hot 

told her shake it, but dont break it 
hollup baby, they know
fuck the fake and fuck a lane
im tryna shake the table
hunnid rounds, i got it stuffed up in my britches
hunt him down, if someone saw it 
then we comin for the witness

got my glock im crossin them state lines 
bullet float, it got hangtime 
stunna flow and that bass line 
got my dobbie throwin up gang signs
i dont fuck around, im no hero
got folks absorbing my steelo
RIP metalface 
im on to better places w a cult to go w my ego

music vid++

body harvest//starkiller

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics: 
shadow steppin in my boots, huh
i cant talk to you
aint my brethren, keep a weapon 
when i step inside the room like..
whats the move
why lil rezzy always rude?
sick to death of all these rappers
take his breath and make the news

stack the deaths
it’s unexpected 
but its just not what it seems 
on my deathbed, my confession:
i ate several human beings 
dip the heads inside the acid
put the torsos in the stove
call me edgar allan poe
the way them bodies hit the floor 

i go to different places 
aint seen the shit i seen 
shotguns at fifty paces 
aint need no therapy 

bright lights and different faces
products of entropy 
wont play on any stations 
but what they say dont mean shit to me

remnant psyche//blood mask

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..
(so cool)

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my toolie tool
and it’s..
(beautiful)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..

(so cool)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my tool..

assassination classroom

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

MIXXXXXXXXXED BY MANGO: @kidmangx
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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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