dark

Loud Music

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 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)

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 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++

remnant psyche//blood mask

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

Hello, here is a track that i made along with some cover art :-)

Somewhat Interesting, Mostly Placebo

Its Not Safe To Spin Today, Mr Meat

Better Use That Torch

Whale Sound ASMR

Cover might be temporary idk reeee

Lyrics:

Change that frame
I got it great on a bad day
Stay chained to the weights 
On a grayscale, I’m stained with the new strain 
Crossed okay, toss me in paint

Ghost like won’t open 
Keep my mouth sowed and I’m gone 
Would gain a face like a totem, without a body I got none 

On the base like hydroxy 
Float away? I keep my ground
And I got no touch like im still broken 
Okay, Focus, Trojans leak in 
Soaking 

I got myself on the deck like a crushed up pill 
Leave me sobbing about textures overkill 

I die again, on my best side 
Strapped up on the hill, Okay I get it 
Tape me burning, keep that shit on as a filler

chafe from the Chains
To your taste i am Slave 
Carried to the grave
Press it down and leave me paved 

Out the gate no mistake 
Ain’t no minutes in the day
Carried to the grave 
Press it down and leave me paved 

Twisting that neck and leave it backwards just to save face 
I spin the shit just like my business needs a decent artist 
I gotta dip just like your brain off of the rave traces
I fall asleep on all your shit

Koala Teeth

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

goblin teeth

do not resurrect ⌖