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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)

Haunted House - TRAUMA BOND

I only fuck with one bitch, no tricks
Smoking blunts until my lungs give, my skin itches
They just see me as a dumb kid, well fuck this
I aint tryna fit in with punk bitches, you suck dick

Wonder weapon, thunder stepping, fuck this industry
Armageddon, this aint Tekken, this aint little league
Drug possession misconception just a bag of weed
One confession, I dont wanna breath past 33 

Kill me, maybe Ill feel less guilty
Too deep, I dont wanna hear you feel me
No peace, whenever I lay try to get sleep
Cant see, blinded by my fallacy

Missing People came to conquer and invade
Your place of residence, your presidents, I want the pape
Got an army that kill for me, my blade stay stained
Pack-a-punch a pussy, put a rookie in his place

Its evident that you a bitch, my element is triple six
Im at yo head need no assist with red dots like a hindu chick
Heres something thatll make you sick, the heads off of your next of kin
And maybe with some severed hands, Im sorry couldnt let them live

One with the hated, debated taking the nations, too basic, nothing we manage gon change it, hoping that nobody makes it, witness the reset mosaic, countries becoming archaic, nobodies round here to save it, give up on your aspirations

I dont wanna live like this it isnt just prison sentence
One of one the Missing menace feel my presence when I visit
Lemme get to six feet, underground dont miss me, hell is tryna tempt me fuck this planet
Ouija been seasoned, a veteran enemy, none of you fuckers is real to me, vanish

I Hate You All More Than You Could Ever Hate Yourselves (prod. CURTES)

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lyrics:
I been paid
You big lame 
I'm sensei 
With a switchblade 
I quickslash your ribcage
Twin blades, a dispatch on display
Insane? You exactamente 
Poles out 
I blow past your membrane 
When it go south, got more fire than Entei 
Headtap, get zipped 'fore you explain
Head back, put a bitch through the bedframe 

Man they really wanna be like me, I see
Never really been a hoe, I keep a piece 
If she blowin up my phone, auf wiedersehen
I should rly keep my phone on DND 

Fall back witcha tone, keep it decent
All black with the chrome on the pieces 
Punk band how we rock with the drums out
Gimme time, I’ll attack with a reason

All set, no waves on the boat
All net, I'm great with the pole
Black stripes when I mark my face 
All day I pray for the smoke 

Take aim, my metal lookin to send em up
A Great Dane, I'm levels above competitors 
Hop out with the stick, and I squeeze it
Pop out for the flicks, no cheesin

occam's razor (prod. slade kovacs)

COCKPIT SOUL REMOVAL

STREAM HERE -> idm.fm/itcreeps

with @sectunit (Cardeaire Jack) 
prod. @nimbustwokay
mix by me

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LYRICS

Lord Gasp :
I feel my life’s been slowly taken away..

who up creepin in my basement lately
one eye open i’m a cyclope, baby
both hands grip tight locked on my sanity 
that sick thing that i carry starting to carry me

WHO UP creeping
like slime in the attic   
cyanide smile
lick his lips like wow
the eyes roll back
with a snow white glow
and god cant hear me thru this twenty buck door

My broken teeth
big hollow cheeks
black color forming pits under my eyes, it creeps

slow cadance
no calories, can’t balance me
bank teller the only one that comfort grief

shit bottled, bad rubber neck, keep poppin tears
i buckled up and ride the train, my brain is bleached
my wrinkles turn to jello, i rang out of reach
they come fuck with my shit when they ran out of meat

I feel my life’s been slowly taken away..

Sect unit :
I'm a broken muhfucka it’s been like that for a while 
ever have to wake up every day and force a fuckin smile 
i ain’t like these otha niggas bein emo, for a style
yall just wanna be cool, im paranoid with mental issues
like who you talkin to my personality is split too
either way i don’t wanna hear it so i just gotta dismiss you 
internal battles, i don’t know which part of me to commit to
hallucinations, who the fuck is callin my name
stayin sober cause i dont wanna, alter my brain
maybe im goin insane
maybe im not
but really who callin my name, like can you just stop
and all the creepy shit i see i might just paint a picture 
i used to drown myself in liquor don’t give me a mixture 
i tried to get into the scripture it wasn’t a fixer
im feelin lost, in my head is a dim light that only flickers

Lord Gasp:

I feel my life's been slowly taken away..

It Creeps (ft. Sect Unit)

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)

hvv u ssn hvvn?

VAGGANO FREE$TYLE (prod. drippxyblue x soulm8?)

Song writen by (00polar) 
Produced by Tadeoexq

TWe/prod.tadeoexq

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occam's razor (prod. slade kovacs)

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