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 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++

>STREAM<

Byracka (with Istasha)

LYRICS :
Pop-pop out with that galick gun 

Feed her some my kakarot 

Banana be my clip drum hitting like its donkey kong

Jumping over barrels im not one to save a hoe nah 

Get the hell up out my face i need another gold star 



All these other rappers cappin talkin bout some redrum 

Only thing get cut up is yo fatass need a niptuck 

nagging so much worse than a lil bitch up on her menstrual 

Acting like im pressed about a bird i never gave a fuck 



Fuck fuck fuck 

South side playaz we gon pull up to yo crib 

Knock knock playa may i mack up on yo trick 

I dont even gotta ask she already let me in 



Call me kjay when i lose i still feel like im gon win 

If im outta mind im outta sight aint got time for no friends 

Why they talk behind my back the voices tell me everything 

I know it sound a lil crazy i aint wrong yous a bitch 







I been 

Trying

Too much

To let it go 



Keep yo 

silence 

Before 

I let it blow


Got that bitch howlin gutter to the moonlight 247 throw the blade like a kunai
24k chrome armour sittin poolside
White bitch HOLLUP wait bitch
get the noose tied 
F -fuck -fuck your clique it’s ab6 or dsg
Now that I ain’t w yo bitch no more I left that for the streets
Yung gutt in the cut steady posted w the fleet
Bitch im hoppin on these beats and steady walking like I’m gleesh

Gleesh walk do it all for the set
I keep em all out of breathe I hit the mall with the tech
I tell er baby don’t you worry got it all in the bag
But anyway it doesn’t matter bitch we all living dead

Gs up
hoes down
For the neck
3s up
Ghost out
You a pawn for the rest
Who was that like I don’t know em
treat em like they cigarettes
I’m Out the flames I’m with a sword
I Put Diamond on my chest

DUNGEON QUEST 1998 - bumboi w gutterbousouz (prod. bumboi)

DOSE OF PARANOIA - bumboi (prod. bumboi)

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

take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller
(bitch)
take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller

i dont give a fuck about a lot of things
cigarette to find the peace
sick of pussys biting me
we know u got a crush
get the fuck up off of me
i be smoking grinding cheese
underwxrld my family
don’t ask you was, the fuck?
you think you socrates?

i feel like a bum
i feel like im bumboi
riding thru my city 
with the drums double guns boy
hit you and your son
give a fuck about a lover boy 
904 the hub i got shooters undercover
the way they do just what i want
yea this that mothafuckin murder talk
dis a life of risk
i’ll leave my house but kept the burners on
heard you play your tape
function told you turn it off
i’m a man of taste 
show me something ian heard before

i saw an angel fall deep into the underwxrld
to sell her soul to make it rain inside another world
i saw an angel fall...
take me to the underwxrld

take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller
(bitch)
take me to your altar
show me what you offer
turn me to a crawler
can someone call the doctor
like no im not no talker
mister collect the dollars
stay silent like im gothic
and travel like a baller

my body is a sacrificial instrument (prod. trulife)

FROM THA SOURCE (W/ Notions, $now, & Dxnkwer)

Caution the clique we don’t miss we’ll make your heart race then erase any trace of this place, war
Serrated blade size of a sword, hardcore I need more gore galore 
Off of the rip its off with your head and off with your limbs
Ouija’s beatings leaving weakened meaning, life of the kid
Off of a whim Im swishing the rim think that Im him
A bottle’s bottom topples all of the men, begin
Capitol O decapitate foes, the less that you know the better need green, guns and cheddar mild
Squeeze, scream, bleed, steam from thunder while
These pleas leave streets and gutters, wild
Don’t mean to impose, demeanor is cold, that means my heart froze, shout out bro, we juxtapose hoe
Even demons dream of Ouija pleading give him his soul
Tape hate date rape fate demeaning a hoe
Make way for the mane straight breaking the code
In my zone smoking bones of O, yo hot box pop rocks smelling, face it alone
Non stop drops underground where I’m home
The verbal oppressor professor, burning the pressure my pleasure, terminal illness you feel this never the lesser trend killer
I got an itch in the back of my mind only a weapon can fix Im convinced, Ill always be this sick 
Fuck the mosque, the church will burn, lets hit the synagogue
Every person learns there’s nothing after all
Death Im not concerned I’d rather see the fall
Of the human worms, the blessings of the saw
A call to maul, Allah I lost my sense of wrong
Kali Ma, the God of Death, Im tapped in with the law
Not the jakes, the fakes I face they featherweight
Better yet I bet that I could him levitate
Its the Delirious G O D, but fuck what you heard hoe you don’t know me
Flipping up the bird since before ‘03
I can get you served if you need that weed, the green
I got no rivals, you try me get stifled, get stuck with the rifle with sticks like I’m tribal, you dead on arrival, you idle, a demon left deep in hell, king is my title
Dont get your shit beat in dont end up six feet and your friends wont have to mourn a story another missing man
Stab wounds leaking salt to rub in
Stiffen up your nerves disturbed lets burn loose ends
Confident conquering all of it slaughtering prophetic offering awful and ominous 
Carcasses tarnish the granite granted Im welcoming mess
Im with the Missing cadets, you best be sending your best
Missing stepping on necks kid
I plead the 5th and I bleed a 5th
Smoke Cheetah piss, love how the reefer hit
Toking dope alone a broken soul known for spliffs 
Hopeless joker never sober think Im losing it

All Gods Go To Hell (prod. JPatz)

I Was A Mistake

404 Oblivion

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

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

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