okay but her triplet daughters???? Badass

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
bullet pumping through your stomach
you a target dummy
all that talking, oh you tough? then why you running from me
tried to @ me, drop the addy
this a murder mission
ain’t no party less lil rezzy brought his burner in it
burner in it

ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i be staring daggers through these rappers, i got murder vision
i’m sporadic with this ratchet, tryna hurt a nigga
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga

i’m a mad dog
schizoid, tactful, an asshole
ride by the kids, “want a gat? got a bagful”
got a pit full of ash in my castle
a bad little witch, she attached to my shackles

been a long night
see the victim when he roll by
my finger itching on the trigger, got my pole tight
and when i throw lead
i seen his soul fly
i strike a match, and hit the spliff and then it’s on sight
he end up livin, make a visit to his home site
i’m well equipped for digging ditches
you alone, right?
this what you asked for
so, what you mad for?
full shaq, breaking glass off the backboard
i’m smacking shit like willy smith, cuz i’m a bad boy
i’m really him, got niggas tripping like a passport
why fight when your soul in my reach?
couple knights in my court

on my throne as a king

bullet pumping through your stomach
you a target dummy
all that talking, oh you tough? then why you running from me
tried to @ me, drop the addy
this a murder mission
ain’t no party less lil rezzy brought his burner in it
burner in it
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i be staring daggers through these rappers, i got murder vision
i’m sporadic with this ratchet, tryna hurt a nigga
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
cuz, i got murder vision
i’m tryna hurt a nigga
ok, lil rezzy, brought his burner in it
i got the plastic for the wrapping when i dirt a nigga

17th generation toilet hanako-san

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:

bitch, second to no one
i know i’m a god in the scene
the power of god in my beam
i’m dumping at fuckers who not on my team
like, hoe, whatchu thought? i’m a king
i snap back with a pitchfork
spawn trap, get em pissed off
rat traps for the bitchboy
put a saw trap on my wristwatch
got a bad girl with a ball gag
 
she like to do what i tell her, dawg
residue on my weapon, dawg
had to do what i’m destined for
residence fulla evil shit
i got recipes for them stretchers, y’all
 
lady dimitrescu, she tryna undress up in my prescence, dawg
princess resurrect just sent a threat, it’s not a message, dawg
chest and arm protection won’t protect you from my weapons, dawg
chest and arm protection won’t protect you from this weapon
son of death has resurrected, so i slept with my suppressor
my suppressor, my suppressor, my suppressor
 
she like to do what i tell her, dawg
residue on my weapon, dawg
had to do what i’m destined for
got recipes for them stretchers, y’all
 
lady dimitrescu, she tryna undress up in my prescence, dawg
princess resurrect just sent a threat, it’s not a message..

lady dimitrescu

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i go dummy on these niggas
i don’t buddy with these niggas
tryna flex? you unimpressive
looking bummy to me, nigga
outta dollars, outta sense, you outta money, little nigga
i go all banana clips
now you a monkey in the middle
oh, i’m sorry

but i don’t fear shit
if he ain’t talking ‘bout a check then I don’t hear shit
and i don’t always need a weapon when i peel shit
but if he running, we gon hunt him like a deer, bitch

hunt him like the irs, i’m looking for my taxes
hit him with the fye, i got a nigga doing backflips
i been out my mind, i’m really feeling like i’m batshit
365, the way we spin him on his axis
fan him with that … and, oh my god, he got a facelift
friday, halloween, i got em hiding like i’m jason
i’m not tryna be nobody else, i’m born amazing
boy you looking basic
how you tryna say shit?
what is your location?
i go dummy on these niggas
i don’t buddy with these niggas

tryna flex? you unimpressive
looking bummy to me, nigga
outta dollars, outta sense, you outta money, little nigga
i go all banana clips
now you a monkey in the middle
oh, i’m sorry

but i don’t fear shit
if he ain’t talking ‘bout a check then I don’t hear shit
and i don’t always need a weapon when i peel shit
but if he running, we gon hunt him like a deer, bitch

hunt him like he stole sumn
hunt him from the treetops
brodie nem gon chase that fucker down until his knees lock
shawty asking what’s up in my pants, this here a g lock
sick and tired of heroes, i’m a villian ‘til i’m senile
he thought we was ok
tell that nigga, “we not.”
he thought it was safe, i buss the pistol through the sheetrock
he thought it was mace the way i’m spraying with my heat out
i just bought a draco
brodie got a zpap
he just caught a rebound
like the irs, i’m looking for my taxes
hit him with the fye, i got a nigga doing backflips
i been out my mind, i’m really feeling like i’m batshit
365, the way we spin him on his axis
fan him with that … and, oh my god, he got a facelift
friday, halloween, i got em hiding like i’m jason
i’m not tryna be nobody else, i’m born amazing
boy you looking basic
how you tryna say shit?
what is your location?

no more heroes

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

POPSTAR By Reap, Eryxse, Young Hollow, & Zodiac Killers

ZODIAC KILLERS
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Reap's Socials
https://www.instagram.com/reapkills/

YOUNG HOLLOW's socials
https://www.instagram.com/younghollowbaby  

My socials
Youtube: https://youtube.com/c/eryxse
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/eryxse
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/eryxse
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Itunes: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/eryxse/1551347360
^^THESE ARE MY ONLY SOCIALS!^^

POPSTAR

POPSTAR (ALICIA KEYS)

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

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoDisaster
prod. Michael Link

Lyrics:
I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Yeah we rock 'em and roll 'em up 
About this I'm not joking like I actually swear to God
Once they say that its up in the the sky and its fully stuck
They want be in the block I pull my cock out and tell 'em suck 
Without a feature you won't make it? 
Boy I don't give a fuck
Bitch you gotta pay for this dick to get fully up 
Lowkey im a slave for the tits and the koolie but (butt)
It Ian;t about the pay so I truly don't know about it 
My AR hit from range 
I bring the pain to these motherfuckers
They think that I'm insane I'm killing hoes by the dozens 
I like to chop it up in bundles 
Call 'em blood like my fucking cousin 
And I just killed another and another your mothers brother even know the name 
Boy im OG like your fuckin uncle 
Tell me what my knuckles smell like
Belt the buckle hold pipe up 
Snake fucks put this venom in em like viper 
Light work cut they power off no LIPA 

I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Buy DISASTER By NIKKO 

DISASTER (prod. Michael Link)

with @fkbambam

produced by @nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
mix/rec by Lord Gasp

LYRICS :

(Lord Gasp)

in the cut, out the mix like a bad batch,
boy you movin’ goofy, you the type to get your bag snatched.
lab rat, popped me out the womb and fed my ass tabs
Put me down, i’ll be back , pull up on you , bambam

(Fkbambam)

Got a freak hoe gimme dome 
Doing a handstand
Im like juicy jay up in the club she do her band dance
Came outta dirt. crawled my way out of the quick sand,
Flaunting what im wanting we gon take it you get ransacked

(lord gasp)

lifes a bitch ive let her venom in
Invite her in
I fucked the devil , insiminate her face
Its in my veins
no Vitamin can fix my sinner brain
Disintegrate you bony sack 
The hollow points , the body bag and everything


(fkbambam)

Labels tryna buy my swag, it’s not for sale
You quit and only worked for three whole days yeah you’re bound to fail
Damn your ass retarded how the fuck you slower than a snail
Cross my ass like Jesus, pin right through your hands with metal nails 


(lord gasp)

Big bank all ,blue faces like they holdin’ breath,
Gave that boy a dub, he ran off, now he owe his fuckin death.
I be with them steppers, but they quiet, ain’t no show and tell,
Catch him talkin’ crazy, he gon’ fold like an open mail.


(hook - lord gasp and fkbambam)

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place



(fkbambam)

made it outta nothing i ain’t got no mob ties
messing with the fam you gon’ end up hog tied
Hit em up, freeze up leave ya stuck, terrorize
Shocked to see me creeping out 
But I know I don’t look surprised




(lord gasp)

Whole life flashing, his homies bout to pick his scraps
Pick yo shoes up fore my shooter make the metal clap
Pick his loot up like the riches do the middle class
redneck, call me lil bluegrass


(fkbambam)

Scare the hoes like Danny Brown
I think she had a heart attack
Even with no excercice
my numbers doing jumping jacks
Bambam, calm down
They said my whole life
Early like i’m Folgers
moving boulders like a landslide


(lord gasp)

Gone in a puff
My whole circle smoked quick
Never trust none , fuck with no bluff bitch
Stick to yo senses,  never missin maths
Put numbers in, really
Plus im really bout my swag


(hook - lord gasp and fkbambam)

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place



Lab Rat (with Fkbambam)

CHOW CROSSING

DON'T BE A JEEEEEERK

4. v2 untitled (starw3y

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

lady dimitrescu

do not resurrect ⌖

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