prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
like, how you gon run from me
i love when they run from me
my brothers go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me

ain’t no use abusing packs
i’ll fuck up ya lungs for free
like, “what have you done to me?”
my thumper go dumb for me

i love when they shoot it back
it make it more fun for me
they tryna excuse the past
like, what have you done for me?

my thumper go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me
i love when they shoot it back
it make it more fun for me

don’t fuckin move
i got cut up bodies stuffed in boxes in my room, huh
appetite for violence, bloody diamonds in my tooth, huh
30 in my jacket, when it’s static, let it shoot, huh
bodies in the pool, huh
hollow, what it do, huh?
blow your fucking top, i’m talking noggin through the roof, huh
laser with a stock, it’s supersonic, let it boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, ay
boom

like, how you gon run from me
i love when they run from me
my brothers go dumb for me
my thumper go dumb for me

ain’t no use abusing packs
i’ll fuck up ya lungs for free
like, “what have you done to me?”
my thumper go dumb for me

don’t fuckin move
i got cut up bodies stuffed in boxes in my room, huh
appetite for violence, bloody diamonds in my tooth, huh
30 in my jacket, when it’s static, let it shoot, huh
bodies in the pool, huh
hollow, what it do, huh?
blow your fucking top, i’m talking noggin through the roof, huh
laser with a stock, it’s supersonic, let it boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh
boom, huh

sacred finger seal

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:
they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts

my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young
i keep staining cuz the blood on me ain’t washing out my jeans
luckily them fuckers black, so that shit kinda hard to see
i foresaw an evil prophecy
i drown it down with bleach
his arteries, yea, they ain’t hard to reach
keep .40 with a beam

i keep tracers in the drum
couple dracs, that’s just for fun
i see pain up in your face
closest thing i feel to love
dirty dancing with the devil
feel the flame up on my tongue
i hate every human being
and if i could, i’d kill em off

(smoke like i’m a thug)
kill em all
(i’m a thug)
kill em all
(good thing i keep it tucked)
kill em all
(keep it tucked)
if i could, kill em all

they wanna take my fucking life
but they gon take these fucking slugs
bloody murder with the knife
serrated blade up in her guts
my baby like it when it hurt
an angel drained of all its blood
she don’t worry ‘bout her safety
ain’t no thang, i keep it tucked
ain’t no human, i’m a god
from either demons or above
walk around like i’m a saint
puffin smoke like i’m a thug

keep FMJ up in this AUG
i’m hoping he won’t duck
replicating all the horror scenes i saw when i was young

tumbling doll of flesh

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i be killing for the fun
fuck, i just need a reason

you keep talking ‘bout it, but i never seen you squeeze it
looking like a dumbfuck
wet him, leave him seasick
he be pocket watching, pocket rocket leave him speechless
she just wanna watch, she like how rezzy leave em bleeding
she think i’m a god, the only time we in agreement
smoking in the gardens
lookin like it’s eden
blood up on my armor
i don’t need to repent
this a body harvest
feeling like i’m grievous
looking like i’m darth maul
rezzy so egregious
you just wanna bark, dawg
muzzled in the kennel
it’s a setup
when you see me, put the pedal to the metal
i’m the devil
with a pitchfork high
and my chrome all pretty
it don’t matter if he old, i’m petty
human shadow, i’m the one authentic
you look better with your clothes off, baby
when the x hits, party all night
matte black, head to toe
i wear no white

tell me baby, is you alright?
like, tell me baby, is you alright?

body harvest//starkiller

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..
(so cool)

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my toolie tool
and it’s..
(beautiful)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

shut up, i’m feeling toxic
aj on the beat, he pass the rock
lil bitch, i milly rock it
blackout arp-ski in the dark
let’s see what’s really sparking
aka, the city stalker
ain’t came for no pity party
i’m really popping, i’m feeling..

(so cool)

oh, you cool, huh?
you mr. popular when you popping out with that tool, huh?
i think it’s obvious you a coward and you won’t shoot nun
i’m feeling scholarly when i’m popping em with that ruler
you a jock and i’m the school sh-

ain’t getting through to you
i dissect the bodies
separate em
make it beautiful
i kept walking by
she looked my way
and said “that’s rude of you!”
ak my guitar, ok i rock out when i shoot at you
i pop out with my tool..

assassination classroom

this song was record 2/24/2024

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LYRICS

(We love you Eryxse)

To the moon where I'm going
Boy I'm higher than the star's
I'm getting hits from out of state and
Bitches flying from abroad
Got some dreams of getting rich,
To buy a 20 car garage
I'm a clip 'em wit the stick, then
Put his body in the 'tage
(Yeah)
Kicking down yo door,
I'm coming thru so hide yo ho's
Mr. Take a pussy bitch, said it before
You should've known
Send yo man's to try and rob me,
Do his ass like "Home Alone"
I'm clutching dual wield twin Beretta's and
The finish on them chrome

My favorite trick is disappearing on a ho,
After I hit it
Fit so much inside this wallet,
I got 'em all saying "MAGICIAN."
See yo dm's, I LOVE YOU ALL,
Supporters have always been the realest
See I never fuck with critics,
I just do the shit I'm feeling
How it go? I stay a 100,
While they acting like a opp
Might hit yo block with 30 plus and
Have yo momma begging god
"He a good kid", "He ain do shit"
That's some bullshit
Boy it's beef till the death
Call it Ruth Chris

I'm so ruthless
The AMG is fully black
It look like Toothless
She load me bowls,
And roll me blunts
So she the coolest
I pick the shells up from the scene and 
Leave detectives feeling "clueless"

To the moon where I'm going
Boy I'm higher than the star's
I'm getting hits from out of state and
Bitches flying from abroad
Got some dreams of getting rich,
To buy a 20 car garage
I'm a clip 'em wit the stick, then
Put his body in the 'tage
(Yeah)
Kicking down yo door,
I'm coming thru so hide yo ho's
Mr. Take a pussy bitch, said it before
You should've known
Send yo man's to try and rob me,
Do his ass like "Home Alone"
I'm clutching dual wield twin Beretta's and
The finish on them chrome
(Yeah)

Astrology

Astrology (SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE) (PROD.USER)

NIGHTCRAWLER

HUNTER'S DREAM (feat. Istasha)

JUMPSCARE (feat. Witchouse 40K & TWENTYTHREE)

written & performed by @blckbrds & @mobbsradical999
produced by Zepelin
engineered by @tumaggz

UP THE RIVER

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)

Produced by me.

Lyrics :

turn this gridlock to a stain 
I caught his driver from the right side 
broke my back to make
what they snort in a line 
I leave them wide eyed
coming for they necks 
all disrespect 
they feeling like it’s fright night 
at attention 
like a soldier
red October 
I kill the zeitgeist 

live from the red 
everybody sticking to me 
like a roach
or the feds
got them thinking that 
I’m tripping 
got my foot up on the ledge
all these dumb mother fuckers
can’t see
I got my foot up on they necks

blood in the wreck 
crash dummy on the pavement 
every single thing that I been saying 
is a statement 
guts re-arranging
how they like it
open wide baby 
gully spit and they excited

I got no time today 
I feel impatient 
get out ya seat 
shakes hands with your replacement 
pretty little suit and tie
for the hang man
shake while you still can 
everybody’s waiting

I got not time to waste
I feel amazing
up on the stage
I caught what I been chasing 
hand me the rope
it got my heart raising
smile while I still can
am I your favourite?

I feel desperate 
I need cash I need a hundred fucking racks
when my pockets empty 
when I know I need to get that back
little something in my bag
head to toe I’m dressed in black
army boots and balaclavas
turn this mansion to Iraq 

turn this gridlock to a stain 
I caught his driver from the right side 
broke my back to make
what they snort in a line 
I leave them wide eyed
coming for they necks 
all disrespect 
they feeling like it’s fright night 
at attention 
like a soldier
red October 
I kill the zeitgeist 

live from the red 
everybody sticking to me 
like a roach
or the feds
got them thinking that 
I’m tripping 
got my foot up on the ledge
all these dumb mother fuckers
can’t see
I got my foot up on they necks
blood in the wreck 
crash dummy on the pavement 
every single thing that I been saying 
is a statement 
guts re-arranging
how they like it
open wide baby 
gully spit and they excited

Live From The Red

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

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sacred finger seal

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