contorting

lyrics:

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'ma cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

So why they looking at me stupid?
Pocket watching, looking clueless
I'ma drop em in the pot
My pocket watch, it look elusive
Probably rocking with the losers
Drop his body then it's deuces
I don't care about your feelings
Motherfucker let me loose and I'ma
BANG! BANG! BANG!
And I'ma BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'll watch your brains HANG! HANG!
I'm not a saint
I ain't worried about a thang
I'm just trying to bring the pain

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'm a cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

out on all platforms

mutt-17 (prod. mercykill)

kush got my eyes like hash slinging slashers
tweakin out my mind on my fuckin mad hatter
cant get my mind right i only get sadder
n uon love me uon love a sick bastard
ima buy a glock animorph right into casper
lil hoe im fuckin busy call me when ts matters
ima fuckin snake bitch i couldnt be no ladder
n idfw u bitch i wanna see u shatter

ion feel shit
fuck my heart i deadlocked it
spaced out cunt
feel like dead man walking
hoe gon eat my dick
like sum fuckin red robin
its yung wolf squad
suck my fuckin red rocket

syy goin up
all u cunts js keep watchin
my pockets stay fat
yeah my pockets rick ross
nd my heart stay cold
like i got it out the walk in
nd ion do shit
so my body stay rottin

im tired
im throwed
i been up all night
tryna find the cheat codes
bitch ik im fuckin better
than all u emos
nd I js need hoe
who wanna die like zero

Sycko ~ Cheat Codes (Prod. Syy) #cc

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Lyrics:

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put em' in her mind, she can't get over me
When i spit fire, better evacuate

Cause I'ma get a bag, then I'm going up back to base
All these motherfuckers always seem like they acting fake
When I be getting mad, motherfuckers don't want the fade
Keep up with the act, you gettin packed, I'm aggravated

Leave em' with no chance, yo last dance is calculated
I'm activated, if you actin' agitated
I'ma have to leave his body out, decapitated
Fuck what they say, I'ma do it all

Man they can never really say that they've been through it all
But everybody always trippin', man, I'm through with y'all
I'm about to paint a fuckin' picture, about to paint the walls, its red
In my defense, i hopped the fence

And acted dense, then made amends to my expense
Then I break suspense and grab the pen
I'm goin 10s, I never really wanted to depend

On any of yall
Bitch!

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put 'em in her mind, she can't get over me

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS

ALL PLATFORMS

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS (PROD. PLURE)

lyrics:
spikes in my back like i’m lucifer, ay
ice in my blood 
i be coolin em, ay 
that girl she acting peculiar 
fuck it though 
i’ll break her back if she cute enough, ay 
i do the dash with my Ruger tucked, ay 
500 shots and he soon to decay 
i get the profit, im suited up 
step in my path 
and my chopper gon ruin your day 

ride for a nigga 
die for a nigga
kill for it
i’ll put a nigga down 
‘fore a nigga switch on me
sighed for a minute 
i shoulda went and spilled homie 
glock get the picture
shots if he talkin shit 
only i can admit it 
i shoulda put a lid on it 
now he a witness 
nah, cannot let him live 
nigga saw when i did it 
i’ll put him in a bin 
after choppin him 
like i’m the villain
beg for me 

ok, i hit the scene with a vision 
be to stop all these niggas from livin
keep a glock with a stick for the mission 
he keep talking, im ripping incisions 
i need me a mop and a vivider image
she keep calling to get my permission 
beat it up cuz i’m into submission 
need it all or i’m digging your ditches
i’m sick with a vengeance 

spikes in my back like i’m lucifer, ay
ice in my blood 
i be coolin em, ay 
that girl she acting peculiar 
fuck it though 
i’ll break her back if she cute enough, ay 
i do the dash with my Ruger tucked, ay 
500 shots and he soon to decay 
i get the profit, im suited up 
step in my path 
and my chopper gon ruin your day 

ride for a nigga 
die for a nigga
kill for it
i’ll put a nigga down 
fore a nigga switch on me
sighed for a minute 
i shoulda went and spilled homie 
glock get the picture
shots if he talkin shit 
only i can admit it 
i shoulda put a lid on it 
now he a witness 
nah, cannot let him live 
nigga saw when i did it 
i’ll put him in a bin 
after choppin him 
like i’m the villain
beg for me 
ay
spikes in my back like i’m lucifer, ay
ice in my blood 
i be coolin em, ay 
that girl she acting peculiar 
fuck it though 
i’ll break her back if she cute enough, ay 
i do the dash with my Ruger tucked, ay 
500 shots and he soon to decay 
i get the profit, im suited up 
step in my path 
and my chopper gon-

ok, i hit the scene with a vision 
be to stop all these niggas from livin
keep a glock with a stick for the mission 
he keep talking, im ripping incisions 
i need me a mop and a vivider image
she keep calling to get my permission 
beat it up cuz i’m into submission 
need it all or i’m digging your ditches
i’m sick with a vengeance

morbid curiosity (prod. rose)

Contorting

STOMACH ON E

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STOMACH ON E W/ BL8DEZ X NIKKO (PROD. VEINN)

RUDE!!! (Prod. BL8DEZ)

Mouth

prod @nimbustwokay , @sulferdubstep and Lord Gasp
rec/mix by Lord Gasp


STREAM EVERYWHERE -> idm.fm/youdontwanna


LYRICS 

You don’t wanna
Ive peeled off this shit just to see
whats hiding unda
ive been on my shit for a minute but they nod on it
You thought i gone mad, it was only tip
i was toe deep now i’m whole dick into this pit

wanna

My knees click when i walk
My back pop when i walk
You don’t wanna
Tusks dirty i got black over white gold
Its all bout the inside, trust i’m a good soul


Popped bro like herniated disks
had to lock the bag in, i leaned on this shit
Bitch suck like a teen on a zin
no team, solo man on a mission 

No wonder i’m so crippled any hoe would set you for some dough
And i’ve stopped saying bro cuz when they switch on you miss on the old
And whatever y’all post makes me vomit violently
they couldn’t stand i’m different 
bitch try to muzzle me 


You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna
y-y-y-you


You dont wanna see the odd boys do a mess
yo brain up on your fleece, the piece up in his hand
You ain’t gonna beat the odds boy do the maths
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna
y-y-y-you 


hard headed 
cold and distant
you don’t wanna 
you don’t wanna fuck with a twisted
ima make the back of your head meet your ass
if you yappin through your teeth then your toe gonn’ get a tag
I got her on my line she said DNA is gas
You wonder where she been, she was proly with the gasp
then i turnt into a casper, yeyeye
never hit her back but i guess i made her back hurt


Popped her like herniated disks
had to lock the bag in i leaned on this shit
Bitch suck like a teen on a zin
No team, solo man on a mission 

You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna

You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna

shock advised

You don't wanna

PONTIAC PUMP BLAST

07.Infernal Creed

official visualizer: https://youtu.be/-0hYi4bzsYM
prod: @adjacen7
mixed and mastered: @necrocorpse

lyrics: 
open season on you peons
load in three you know the reason
known to leave em leakin bleeding
you might think he lost a liter 
ima genius with the speech 
i make her leak like aquafina 
i might be in italy the way i make em lean like pisa 
she a diva

rich dicktip kid 
ladies love it when i hip fire
spit sick shit
she gon buss it til that bitch tired 
run around the block 
i bring it back just like an oldie
got my gun i tote them glocks 
i brought that mac ain’t no "aroni" 
hoe you phony with the love so bitch quit liking my pictures 
boy you 40 with no job 
you can’t even talk without snitching 
ima god amongst you men so when you beg for forgiveness 
just know these hollows heavensent 
thy will be done with no witness 
i’ll give em stitches

THE CLASH AT DEMONHEAD

quiet as a dead friend [prod. adjacen7]

THANK YOU TO EDDISON, VENTING PALACE, OUTRAGE, DROWNWITHTOGA, PROD NOAH, AND NEZIAH1K FOR WORKING WITH ME ON THIS ALBUM.

SPECIAL THANKS TO JAY, SIMON, AND JOHN.

HAVE FUN.

-KINO.

MUSIC VIDEO

PLAYING WITH FIRE [PROD. NEZIAH1K]

INSTAGRAM @xlillucifer
produced by @longlostzim
ft. @deadbeatvillains
'LYRICS'
"lil lucifer"
fuck a hoe 
we got dirty poles 
and we got 30 rolled 
run in this bitch
with my fuckin blik
let me show you how to get rich quick
jump in this bitch
she gone suck my dick no matter what time it is
boi fuck yo shit
we already know you just a little bitch

"DEADBEATVILLAIN"
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'

"lil lucifer"
you cant help me
im wicho bitch she wanna take a selfie
that fake persona you pushin 
swear to god that shit aint healthy
im mixin LSD up in the kitchen fuckin melting
this shit around my wrist my fuck around and make yo bitch start ***
fuck a hoe 
we got dirty poles 
and we got 30 rolled 
run in this bitch
with my fuckin blik
let me show you how to get rich quick
jump in this bitch
she gone suck my dick no matter what time it is
boi fuck yo shit
we already know you just a little bitch

"DEADBEATVILLAIN"
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'

itunes

RUN IN THIS BITCH FT. DEADBEATVILLAIN (PROD. LONGLOST)

Music Video: https://vimeo.com/484678615

Imma shoot up this mother fuckin' warehouse
Then imma kill myself with a bullet to the mouth
And my death won't be forgotten, I have planned this out
Already sent a hit man to Jeff Bezos' house

Verse1:
Helping NPC's to consoomy soom soom
Time to blow this forest down with a huffy puffy poof
My soul has been sucked dry
From the industrial vampire
(My soul is plenty drained so there's nothing else to lose)
Do not give a fuck now I have failed at life so I'm 2 steps over the edge
"AND IMMA BOUTA BREAK"

I'm so sick and tired of it
I get depressed from pushing fucking boxes
I feel trapped in a box bitch
My only option to be used up then thrown in the garbage
Disposable, like my income
While Mr. Bezos getting richer
Warehouse workers die from covid
And now from me

Hook:
Imma shoot up this mother fuckin' warehouse
Then imma kill myself with a bullet to the mouth
Imma shoot up this mother fuckin' warehouse
Then imma kill myself with a bullet to the mouth

Verse3:
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Even if you escape
You'll be scarred for life
I wanna see your blood on that smiling symbol
Carve your face with the shards of an Amazon kindle
Throw your head in a box then ship it to your kinfolk

I want you dead
I said I just want you dead
Mr. Bezos off with your head
Motherfucker I said off with your head

Breakdown:
Feel like the rust in the machine
0I've got the whole system failing

Kill
All my co-workers
They're NPC's
They're death is null

SHOOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE [untitled_0026]]

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

quiet as a dead friend [prod. adjacen7]

do not resurrect ⌖

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