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

official music video

.357 (rough)

prod. adjacen7

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Uh oh, his flow, it sound so ominous 
Open up my obelisk
Poke inside my soul and feel a void 
It won’t hard to miss 
Blackout all my armaments 
Pussy, I’m with all the shits 
I might be standoffish, but my yop been feelin talkative 

Young Wick with the stick like 
Got another double clip and her wrists tied
But she love it how I glitch when it hit right
Carve another triple six in a bitch thigh 
Spit like the rent high 
Pigs in a piss fight 
Follow my lead, I don’t wanna risk when the risk light 
Slaughter the beat and a couple hits so my check right 
Outta your league and I brought a fist to a stick fight 

K, Resurrect he be that prodigy 
You are just some spawns of me 
You ain’t nun but pawns to me 
Armed up in my armory 
Thinkin I might start some shit 
These rappers nun but shopping sprees 
Actin like some wannabes 
Act out, I might spawn the beast 

Niggas tryna match up? 
Snow fall in the summer 
Ima leave em hangin 
Roll up with that thumper 
Snubnose outta reach? 
I guess I’m swingin with my cutter 
I go buy them pieces just to stain em with some blood

Uh oh, his flow, it sound so ominous 
Open up my obelisk
Poke inside my soul and feel a void 
It won’t hard to miss 
Blackout all my armaments 
Pussy, I’m with all the shits 
I might be standoffish, but my yop been feelin talkative 

Uh oh, his flow, it sound so ominous 
Open up my obelisk
Poke inside my soul and feel a void 
It won’t hard to miss 
Blackout all my armaments 
Pussy, I’m with all the shits 
I might be standoffish, but my yop been feelin talkative

Blüdhaven

prod. adjacen7

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
You don’t need how I need it
You don’t walk it how I walk 
You ain’t fiendin how I’m fiendin
You don’t talk it how I talk 
Say my name just like The Reaper 
How I nail him to the cross 
And now I take her home and beat it
Left my pistol in the car

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! 
BLAM!

B-B-B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

(UNINTELLIGIBLE RES NOISES)

You don’t need how I need it
You don’t walk it how I walk 
You ain’t fiendin how I’m fiendin
You don’t talk it how I talk 
Say my name just like The Reaper 
How I nail him to the cross 
And now I take her home and beat it
Left my pistol in the car
Like…

(UNINTELLIGIBLE RES NOISES)

Bitch, reload, slide

BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! B-BLAM! B-BLAM!

Gunpowder Milkshake

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. mercykill

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
I get the pack and I run it fasho 
I’m swinging back, add a lump in his throat 
You want some action, I’m puffin the smoke 
I double back and I double the score 
Baby like toxic, I act like a diva 
Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh
Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it 
Shawty give top in the blood on the floor 

Really got him thinkin he a hotshot 
Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock 
Ain’t nobody jiggin when your song drop 
Really I be thinking that’s a lost cause 
Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars 
Ladies fuckin with me cuz of “Lock, Shock” 
Livin like a villain, I’m a top boss 
Hit em up, head em out 
Livid til my heart stop

Oh 
Now that I mention it, sick to my bones 
Call and collect, I don’t give up the dough 
Brought on a stretcher, get left in a hole 
God of the dead, I’m a sinister soul 
The maggots be sinnin the most
In bodies of flesh that I left in the cold 
In rap, I’m a critical role
Dramatic, my ratchet
I’m pickin em off

I get the pack and I run it fasho 
I’m swinging back, add a lump in his throat 
You want some action, I’m puffin the smoke 
I double back and I double the score 
Baby like toxic, I act like a diva 
Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh
Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it 
Shawty give top in the blood on the floor 

Really got him thinkin he a hotshot 
Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock 
Ain’t nobody jiggin when your song drop 
Really I be thinking that’s a lost cause 
Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars 
Ladies fuckin with me cuz of “Lock, Shock” 
Livin like a villain,  I’m a top boss 
Hit em up, head em out 
Livid til my heart stop

God Eats Children

prod. adjacen7

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Washed of all my grievance 
I think blood might taste way sweeter though
Homicidal demon 
Inside your gums is where my heater go 
Fingers scraping, itching, scratching
So cleanshaven, what a heathen tho
He made it 
Get some racks and double back to let my Nina blow 

AY, BOW!
Prods been goin stupid 
Fully auto music 
Shawty like my croonin 
Got her body movin 
Harmful, smart and ruthless 
Dodgin while I’m shootin
Targets all disputed 
Dawg, I’m boutta lose it 

Washed of all my grievance 
I think blood might taste way sweeter though
Homicidal demon 
Inside your gums is where my heater go 
Fingers scraping, itching, scratching
So cleanshaven, what a heathen tho
He made it 
Get some racks and double back to let my Nina blow 


That shit be crazy 
You feel that, baby? 
Unwrap my fists 
Come meet you maker
Y’all dumb as shit 
Can’t grant no favors 
Unload my stick 
And leave him brainless 
Aim this stainless 
At your residence 
So venomous
I sweep them shells 
No evidence and I beat the block 
So effortless 
And I heat the spot 
That’s severance 
When that lever click

Prods been goin stupid 
Fully auto music 
Shawty like my croonin 
Got her body movin 
Harmful, smart and ruthless 
Dodgin while I’m shootin
Targets all disputed 
Dawg, I’m boutta lose it

Ratshot Warhead

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

Walking Doom

prod. adjacen7

[https://youtu.be/gg5VC1-0LSs?si=aNfwXtxurAaXSqYe]
[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
Keep a hunnid rounds on the bottom of the stick 
Gonna hunt him down 
When I’m runnin round the town
Gotta nother hunnid rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dug a motherfuckin ditch 
Cut a motherfucker’s throat 
Hit a motherfucker’s lid
Hit a motherfucker’s dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)


He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
He outta time 

He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
But not his life

Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
On the bottom of the stick 
When I’m runnin round the town
Rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dig a motherfuckin… 
Throat
Hit a motherfucker’s…
Dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a baby, I’m a baby)
(I’m a baby)
(I’m a…, I’m a…)

Babydoll

MUSIC VIDEO

NOT FOR ME (Prod. SHNEAKY X OMXNEMO)

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

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