let the snow begin to melt and the old demons will awake

Patty Wack (prod Jake OHM)

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

I dont think you understand the trouble you in
33 been dragging bodies out the cellar again
And really lately my mental state hasnt been on its bestest
Pulled the chain a little too hard now her body is headless
Oh dear what a shame
But who really needs a brain?
Walk around like you aint got one everyone is here to blame
Cant escape me bitch no matter how far you go
I can track your scent like im a dog in a grove

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

Lost inside yourself its like you fucks never listened
Told your ass to watch your back or you might end up missing
Tell me how it feels
Living nightmare shit is real
You cant run from me forever bitch im nipping at your heals
Look bitch! save yourself the exhaustion
Let me drag you cross the forest to my cellar and lock it
You like that! lets make you feel how i felt
Buried underneath the surface still alive with no bell

Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion
Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

spotify

GauzeValley (prod. ³³marrow)

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

out on all platforms

contingency clip (prod. scorpio)

Pain (prod. Luga)

Red Rain

lyrics:

I keep my knives on deck
Choppin shit like I'm Miyagi
Couple pistols off the hip
Them bitches stingin like they Ali
Oh that's
Wet
We squeezing blicks off Kawasakis
Keep the stick concealed for sorry, simple niggas tryin to rob me
I'm in godmode
I be servin grief clips
I think I'm Picasso
How I leave his teeth bent
How am I gonna ride slow?
I just wanna speed blitz
Shawty get it poppin, autopilot on her freak shit

And if that nigga wanna dead it, come and find me
Lethal measures if he talkin
Summon up an Autobot
My lethal weapon get to sparkin
Oh that's
Wet!
He not a threat he just a target
Knock him off and stomp him out
He outta breath and outta profit

And I'm rippin the friend of my enemy huh
He dead if he in the vicinity huh
I'm grippin the stick to eliminate
Couple of deaths and my pistol will levitate huh
I drill em, my venom eliminate
Blood on my blade, I be killin to medicate
Outta my way fore your head on my dinner plate
Dug up a grave, I got hoes to incinerate huh

I keep my knives on deck
Choppin shit like I'm Miyagi
Couple pistols off the hip
Them bitches stingin like they Ali
Oh that's
Wet
We squeezing blicks off Kawasakis
Keep the stick concealed for sorry, simple niggas tryin to rob me
I'm in godmode
I be servin grief clips
I think I'm Picasso
How I leave his teeth bent
How am I gonna ride slow?
I just wanna speed blitz
Shawty get it poppin, autopilot on her freak shit

I keep my knives on deck
Choppin shit like I'm Miyagi
Couple pistols off the hip
Them bitches stingin like they Ali
Oh that's
Wet
We squeezing blicks off Kawasakis
Keep the stick concealed for sorry, simple niggas tryin to rob me

graveyard waltz (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)

NOT ENOUGH MANA

Produced by Gullyspit
Cover art by Gullyspit


Lyrics:
Is he a Man or a Monster?

Verse 1:
Why you creeping? Where you going? What you looking for?
I can help you, come inside now let me shut the door
Take a seat , can I get you something to eat ?
I can tell that you been craving looking grayer than the street
Grit ya teeth, Huh
Take a breath I know your ready  
Hands are heavy but your finger tips are empty 
Brought you back out of that coffin got you stuck to me like flies
I just a need a second nothing precious about your time 
Crooked smiles , missing teeth , with the wicked grins 
Missing needles, broken vials, and them sticking pins 
Sewing back up what was taken from your skin
Daggers in your smile 
Use soap before you rinse 
Washing off the stains, see your viens, get a glimpse
Nearer blood the bloodier it gets 
Remember every face paranoia in the flesh
Nothing worse than those empty little threats

Hook:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette 

Verse 2:
Broken heels, bloody soles, running nose
Leaving places that nobody ever goes 
Except for piggies and the crows
Masterpiece complete done by numbers in row
I got leaches for your poison 
I got poison for your woes 
Death here in abundance I got violence for the show
Kick yo shoes off at the door and kick your habits out tomorrow 
Nothing but your time and your time is only borrowed

Bridge:
Its only Borrowed x2
Nearer Blood The Bloodier it gets x4

Hook x2:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette

Outro:
Take more drugs

Crooked Little Veins

lyrics:
ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker 
Get a grip 
How am I supposed to pretend 
That they’re not the only 
Thing I have left 

ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next morherfucker 
Get a grip 
how am i supposed to pretend that they not the only thing I got left 
I’ve been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker get a grip 
should i listen to the voice in my head ?
like 
will you think about me in the end ?
Do u ever think 
What the fuck would happen if I died 
Today 
who would rly lose their mind , and whos gonna fake a cry today 
who’s gonna get fucked up when shit gets rough ?
And who’s gonna post 
like bro I wish I would’ve known what u was going thru u lied to me 
Boy u cannot hide from me 
Hope I make u lie awake 
haunted house 
Lot of scary thoughts that live inside of me
Crawling thru your mind today 
Lets do this the violent way 
You know Shit get dark
 man shout my fuckin bro in spider gang 

I got mothafuckas tryna be like me 

Bitch shut the fuck up cos you know I am the enemy

You wanna feature pussy boy you really wanna get that free 

You don’t really wanna be what I be 
Wanna be knees deep in the scene 
When I’m Creepin up watchin you flee 

Imma roll like fo five deep in the back with a back pack sat with a black cap 

You don’t really wanna stand when I grab that 

Mac flow cold mothafucka where the bag at 

Never wanna be the one to run bitch it’s fun to stun 
Oh man can he rap that? 

Pussy mothafucka really wanna buck up but I put em in bag bitch I’m bad better stand back 

I’m a web spinner 
Voice like winter 
bass thump 
Knockin out ur teeth ur splinters 
will u think about me when i pull when i pull up in the Audi 
will u think about when this is all distant 

damn gasp i don’t think they get it 
like this bag of treats is mine to keep no way in hell i split it 
lie and say you care about me 
if you had the chance you’d out me 
all pretend until the end but none you fucks can live without me 

listen bitch just face it 
but for me youre way too basic 
that boys face get mutilated 
if he wanna test my patience 
welcome to the slaughter round here everyones a monster 
in disguise, feeding lies till its your blood in the water

ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker 
Get a grip 
how am i supposed to pretend that they not the only thing I got left 
I’ve been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker get a grip 
should i listen to the voice in my head ?
like 
will you think about me in the end

savage ga$p and kamaara- ghost in the shell┏(-Д-┏)～ w/ sxmpra (prod. dwilly)

ALUCARD! W/ XELISHURT (PROD. LIL $WEDDEN)

KAMAARA, Savage Ga$p, Witchouse 40k, Saliva Grey, 99zed, TWENTYTHREE, Grim Salvo

PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

Haunted House - PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

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)

Poka Flow 3

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

im a sick fuck,
in my motherfucking habitat

a cold day in hell (prod. adjacen7)

do not resurrect ⌖

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