goosebumps every time his voice gets deeper

Yeahhh we gonna have to tear up some fire together soon G. Much love

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art: @gvzzvh x @lunasith // background vox by: @sydcxx
official amv: [https://youtu.be/6AS5czp5JZI]

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Do-not-resurrect-necrotic-grip-lyrics]
back off 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
bash in your brain with my mask off 
yea try to pray for the last time 
lame and you mad but you hate cuz your cash wrong 
i don’t want love, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i'll leave his lung on the asphalt 
i’ll leave your tongue in a glass jar 
murder with a black SCAR 
he don’t wanna dump
what the fuck, is it that hard?
he don’t wanna buck
he respond with a sad bar 
nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
i don’t want pain, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i leave his lung on the asphalt 

now i just be sippin sippin sippin slow on the blood i collect from you fuckers
and i could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that i left in my dungeon 
now cuz of my pigment i been predisposed 
to unload and attack in abundance 
but that’s just the shit they said, i go and murder cuz simply the fact that i love it 

but it’s back to the subject 
stacking bodies by the dozens 
whippin audis outta budget 
godly while i’m thumpin 
you would probly caught a couple 
grippin probly why im fucked and i don’t plan on stoppin 
she do molly while we fuckin 
creepin i might grab a snub i caught him out in public 
beam, he saw it fore it snuffed him 
he was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky

out on all platforms

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

WE BACK AND WE TAKING HEADS SON


________________________________________


FACELESS 1-7 SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4G8px...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeGK...

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/faceless1-7

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/faceless1_7/


PROMPTO SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/55l8X...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/c/Promptomusic

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/promptomusic

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/promptomusic/

ARYEL SOCIALS

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQnx...

Soundcloud - 
https://soundcloud.com/prodaryel

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/aryelthemer...


_____________________ LYRICS __________________


FACELESS 1-7 ///


*damn turn that beat up* 


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


fucked yo bitch she callin out she said she want it deep


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


I dont give a fuck about your energy


torment is infinite
I wish that I was aborted
my ma could afford it


light up with the syndicate 
then get my b she contorted
her feet into orbit
      
i'll fuck on the internet
gone get your girl to record it
my nut on her forehead


im sad but she into it 
you all the same lika a synonym
huh
yuh


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me
I gone bring the ruckus got my focus on the fee
seeing out the black we staying strapped up to the teeth
if you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street


buried underneath 6ft concrete
old mate with the ski like c'est la vie
that girls pussy taste like made lychee
i'ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
my seed
compressed between them cheeks
thats g
got them buns for fun
she like a cream pastry
an I ain't done till sun
done did a 360
said i ain't run from nun
yea i ain't run from




rip that clip
with a fucked up face
ima take that ace
triple drop all day
light split my vein
till it fit my brain
tip n slice low fate
so I slide so fake
like
get no weight
don't get in my way
I been cutting my demons
till breathing my hate


upping my eden deleting the pain
but pain is my purpose deserve it
it fate




PROMPTO ///


Racks on racks I get provisions Kodak black got tunnel vision 7 sixes Ben Simmons rookie shit no definition amateur you beg to listen open ears with no intentions shed your tears you act like children


Better back off get the fuck out my way
Grab a chainsaw cut em out of they place
No face no case I’m asserting my fate
Here’s your meal I’ve been serving up plates
No ripndip talk yo shit so quick I’m sick of it
Butter them lips so slick like gibberish look at my racks like dividends make you say da-da-dadada-damn


How does it feel knowing she is a fan
Making it clap like god damn
Bought a new jacket it came from Japan
Think that I made it I only began
I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences My vision is impairing I’m transparent with my privilege

Rack That Shit

Rack That Shit ft. Prompto (prod. Aryel)

written / performed by @blckbrds, @salivagrey
produced by @gullyspit
engineered by @tumaggz, Saliva Grey
cover by Blckbrd

BULLETHELL (w/ Saliva Grey)

prod. Venxm

LYRICS:
fuck the Louie v
I need some ketamine
I been in a ditch 
since I was 17
crystal with the rum
got ahead of me
pour the lights up
with the melody
memory
fucked
suicide love
every body cut
like the drugs an the hennesy
syrup fulla mud
club fulla rot
I'm a get fucked
don't stop till 
the energy 
sending me

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only found peace
when the night go black

soul full of heat
but the ice grow fast

mould on the beef
but I'm cold with the 
cold with the

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only count teeth
when the knife don't catch

froze in my weeks
but the hoe ass fat
known by the beast
I'm at home with it
home with it

pour
cigarette smoke on it
ro ro ro 
run it down choke on it
bout 6'4 
you ain't got a toe to it
diamond pistol
sending shots coasting it

anthrax in the pack
but I'm toking it

fan gas to the stash
yea we roasting it

yo man it's on sight
get the rope fitted

toe tags double dice
yea we roll with it

tab bags getting passed 
outta focus

twin locusts
masked by the potion

no slow shit
fire in the ocean

split the high
to find
my mental broken

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only found peace
when the night go black

soul full of heat
but the ice grow fast

mould on the beef
but I'm cold with the 
cold with the

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only count teeth
when the knife don't catch

froze in my weeks
but the hoe ass fat
known by the beast
I'm at home with it
home with it

Blood. Cash.

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

prod.Kiraw 
Artwork : @MVRTYR

*Lyrics*

(NIKKO)
Ain't no such thing as love
Hearts a bottomless pit
You dying the 6th
And tonight is the 5th
Watch what's out your mouth
Or I'm letting it spit
Yuh grim reap
On the side of my hip
Straight smoking a cig waiting for me to rip
Size of my dick
Every pussy got grip

(K.V.N)
Yuh yuh
Every pussy got lip
How the fuck I'm only 22 I ain't quit
How the fuck you looking at me jealous
You a bitch
Worry bout another motherfucker
Ride dick
(Aye) I don't wanna fuck with nobody I got my squad
You can get the fuck out if you ain't playing your part
Bitch I'm raising the bar
You ain't on shit I'm making these hits in my car
Bitch yuh
Aye, life is just a gamble don't get fist fucked
Aye , lookin in the mirror like "bitch what"
Uh , niggas know the truth but don't say shit huh
That's why you fake and I don't fuck with you I'm sick bruh

(NIKKO)
Ain't no such thing as love
Hearts a bottomless pit
You dying the 6th
And tonight is the 5th
Watch what's out your mouth
Or I'm letting it spit
Yuh grim reap
On the side of my hip
Straight smoking a cig waiting for me to rip
Size of my dick
Every pussy got grip

(NIKKO)
Cocks out
For any pussy got lip
Bitch I ride round with an oppas head on a stick
Outside the crib blood drip from my kicks
How the fuck you think we leaving footprints in this bitch nigga
It's all set
Soon as he gon walk in, knock off his head
And I love the way they drip when they're -
All red
Mix an outcast in the drink they sipping and drop dead
Xel get 'em

(Xelishurt)
Ay yuh
Life is a bottomless pit
Need a goth bitch so bad slit on her wrists
She need a nigga thats pissed yuh
A nigga like this yuh
Sky so sunny these the days that i miss yuh
Run up in a store with a bag i dont miss huh
See the 9 bang minus 3 now its 6 yuh
King with a crown in my town you a little bitch
I might let it shoot like a star bitch
Make a wish
Take another risk yuh
Baddest of the bitch yuh
Niggas talk shit meeting 5 like my fist yuh

GR!P

GR!P ft. K.V.N & Xelishurt (prod.Kiraw)

amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

amv: [https://youtu.be/MQvFsf_nj2Y]

lyrics:
Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rolling down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm preforming
Wait, I meant I'll perform, I got the bomb with it
Bitch him now he out of his form, I got his heart skipping
I got addiction to harm and I'm a dog nigga
Pistol stick him right in his jaw, I let him spar with it
Big dog barking off rip, keep the shells hot
Sinning like a winner
Master Splinter leave ya shell shocked
Hot piss on your coffin, drag the mailbox
Thinking bout dissing?
Imma stop him in his trail
Hot damn

Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Pistol in the club
I'm walking out, I got the Nina tucked
You got a problem come and solve it or don't bring it up
Lil shawty saw me at the mall, she trying to eat it up
Hopping out and popping at your squad because they weak as fuck

Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rollin down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm...

I'm bout that dough shit, I think he on that hoe shit (Oh no)
I lock and load, getting jiggy with that pole stick (Fo sho)
I'm bout to roll, shit get sticky, I'm corrosive (Low blow)
I caught a soul, stick extended, no emotion
Big extendo leave a stain
I crescendo with the blades
Hot as ever, see the devil when you step inside my gaze
Short temper, long shovel, come and dig your fucking grave
Come and find me in the bodies with some metal on my chain
All day...

Lean on it...
Choppa got a beam on it...
Bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda...

deadervant's haunt (prod. shneaky x trippleD)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sugszeey/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3jsxO...
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-904345686

Prod: Hoods

PICTURESQUE (Prod. Hoods)

lyrics:
ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker 
Get a grip 
How am I supposed to pretend 
That they’re not the only 
Thing I have left 

ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next morherfucker 
Get a grip 
how am i supposed to pretend that they not the only thing I got left 
I’ve been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker get a grip 
should i listen to the voice in my head ?
like 
will you think about me in the end ?
Do u ever think 
What the fuck would happen if I died 
Today 
who would rly lose their mind , and whos gonna fake a cry today 
who’s gonna get fucked up when shit gets rough ?
And who’s gonna post 
like bro I wish I would’ve known what u was going thru u lied to me 
Boy u cannot hide from me 
Hope I make u lie awake 
haunted house 
Lot of scary thoughts that live inside of me
Crawling thru your mind today 
Lets do this the violent way 
You know Shit get dark
 man shout my fuckin bro in spider gang 

I got mothafuckas tryna be like me 

Bitch shut the fuck up cos you know I am the enemy

You wanna feature pussy boy you really wanna get that free 

You don’t really wanna be what I be 
Wanna be knees deep in the scene 
When I’m Creepin up watchin you flee 

Imma roll like fo five deep in the back with a back pack sat with a black cap 

You don’t really wanna stand when I grab that 

Mac flow cold mothafucka where the bag at 

Never wanna be the one to run bitch it’s fun to stun 
Oh man can he rap that? 

Pussy mothafucka really wanna buck up but I put em in bag bitch I’m bad better stand back 

I’m a web spinner 
Voice like winter 
bass thump 
Knockin out ur teeth ur splinters 
will u think about me when i pull when i pull up in the Audi 
will u think about when this is all distant 

damn gasp i don’t think they get it 
like this bag of treats is mine to keep no way in hell i split it 
lie and say you care about me 
if you had the chance you’d out me 
all pretend until the end but none you fucks can live without me 

listen bitch just face it 
but for me youre way too basic 
that boys face get mutilated 
if he wanna test my patience 
welcome to the slaughter round here everyones a monster 
in disguise, feeding lies till its your blood in the water

ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker 
Get a grip 
how am i supposed to pretend that they not the only thing I got left 
I’ve been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker get a grip 
should i listen to the voice in my head ?
like 
will you think about me in the end

savage ga$p and kamaara- ghost in the shell┏(-Д-┏)～ w/ sxmpra (prod. dwilly)

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

out on all platfroms

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

do not resurrect ⌖

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