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BLOOD CREEK W/ NIKKO X DAEGHO (PROD. DABEAST)

FRIGHT NIGHT
-------------------------------
Featuring @fxckyoujamie
Produced by @fxckyoujamie
Mixed & Mastered by DEEMXNN & FXCKJAMIE
Artwork by @fxckyoujamie

lyrics:

[DEEMXNN]:

i grip a k it’s right next to my hip when i head to the bank get the fuck up out my face
niggas still drown in their own fucking waves
boy i been off the map and they think that their safe
can’t fuck with the gang you’re surrounded by demons these hollows gon lay em right down in his grave
pop out the cut load it up from the mud 
there’s a voice in my head and it’s never gon fade 

better duck from that red dot 
knocking your top off 
we shatter their windows we fill up the graveyards
bought a new stick with a blade boy it ain’t stock
got a stick on me 
i got a demon inside of my head you gonna die today
building them racks she come fuck with me
demon been hanging wit dogs and he’s never gon drift away

[FXCKJAMiE]:

I come out the dirt
I’m back for some blood, got yo’ crew on alert 
All I know is to hurt
I’m ready to die but I’m killin’ you first
You know I’m off of the Molly 
I’m ‘bout to catch a new body 
Im never givin’ a fuck, yeah sorry bitch I’m not sorry

Aim for the face
Dismember his body and take out his brain
I don’t need a grave
I leave him to rot and observe him decay
Yeah watch ‘em guts decompose 
and now they food for the crows
I’ll send my madness to masses ‘til fucking everyone knows

FRIGHT NIGHT (FEAT. FXCKJAMiE)

WishyWashy w/ NIKKO & XELISHURT 🫧 Prod. Y$57 🫧

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

PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

Haunted House - PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

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…

Blüdhaven

Human Shield//Ritualistic Fashion

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. 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

LYRICS:

Fallin fallin fallin 
oh it never seems to stop 
I hear they dug up my tibia from the bottom of a swamp
thrumming a terrible silence from the deep where I’m embalmed 
That voice it aint mine, and its constantly talking, it’s saying:

Thinking of a way out is self-centered at best
You’re woven in the basket, baby bird in the nest, say ahhhh

Ahhhhh fuck, huh
I guess I’m stuck, huh
I put two feet down on the throttle of the muck, huh 
I let it buck, huh
Pulling me deeper
The green is coming alive and its saying:

Searching for a punchline to an infinite jest?
Well patience makes you manic
While the truth makes you depressed
I’d say that’s pretty funny 
 
Into what are you changing me?

Forming life underneath the fetid rot

Body goes elastic 
as my lungs begin to stretch
no longer breathing in the air
the moss is breathing down my neck 
dissolving in into plasma 
feels way better than you’d expect 
releasing all my dopamine
the voice returns, and now it says:    

preach the new religion:
discontent
your reanimation:
time well spent

Great Dismal Swamp

whats the move?

Eight instrumentals, one conversation with the history of riff music. Wordless Uprising channels the DNA of landmark rock, metal, and punk—without quoting melodies or leaning on nostalgia. Across these tracks you’ll hear cathedral-weight doom, Bay Area speed and precision, twin-lead heroics, scarlet-streaked thrash, downstroke punk urgency, dockside dub space, quiet-loud grunge abrasion, and swaggering blues-rock shuffle. Guitars growl and shimmer, bass lines gallop and lurch, drums breathe in wide rooms, and tape echo/feedback etches halos in the negative space. No vocals—just arrangements that speak for themselves: themes that return with new scars, sections that expand instead of fade, and grooves that invite you to turn the volume past comfortable. It’s a tribute to the spirit rather than the letter, crafted for headphones at midnight and loud rooms after. Riffs as language, dynamics as grammar—an uprising told without a single word.

Scarlet Downpour

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

All Men Are Cremated Equal

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