engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics: 
goin ghost like my name was d phantom or sumn 
blowin smoke from the end of the cannon i’m bussin 
touched down in the land of the dead for a second 
nigga time for armageddon 
ok i been known to click jaws finger flick broads til they lips gone 
big boss w a blick tossed by my hip 
trigger hit dawg and i’m pissed off like a pit dog 
stickll hit raw and it swish like i’m chris paul 

jigga jiggy w the shit ima get em hit up give em astigmatism 
lift the stick up i’m really wid it i’ll really hit yo bitch and give her inches 
you niggas bitchin you wasn’t w the bidness off the rip 
cuz like sid i’m viscous and this a stick up 

back then didn’t nobody follow me 
times change now i’m known as a prodigy 
lead foot hit the gas in the dead of night 
listen closely ima end his life with nothing but a big bang 
and switchblade to his ribcage 
lift, aim! turn this bitch brain to a lil stain 
you was right to look the other way 
cuz i could easily turn his plight into a double date 
you motherfuckers sleeping on me 
so back the fuck up take a breather homie 
to keep it honest you don’t need to know me 
i keep the heater on me 
my crystal castle where i’m freezing lonely 
she make it clap and then she kneel below me 
reloading...

out on all platforms

you kids wanna see a dead body? (prod. adjacen7)

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

Verse:
punishment and crime 
I been rotten with my stolen time 
we ain’t really bringing knives 
read between the lines 
shrunken heads, straw dolls
and a broken shrine 
teddys poltergeist 
Frankenstein's shells and 9s
no ones fine overhaul i mean overkill 
over all I’m popping pills that we rob and steal
fuck the pity boy I need a meal
cardiac feel the panic when the tire squeal
mean mugging me I make you star in guinea pig
earth movers from the sewers I can really dig
snub nose, bullets  fly like I'm billy kid
shout the boys in blue y’all some filthy pigs 
on the oil rig where the fucking captain at
Bronson with the blows ,  bloody nose , actions back 
someone better can’t imagine that  
stray dogs fighting over the scraps

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

King of the Fleas

Stream: https://hypeddit.com/nikkodaegholuga/aha-aha
@daegho

Lyrics:

[NIKKO]
AHA!
Boy we laughing at you stupid fucks
AHA!
To the bank with all my fucking bucks 
That’s that guala, guala 
Roll em up, grabba 
Put holes in em grr-aa-tta
Damn right, we hot lava

[DAEGHO]
Creeping up outta the underground
Bitch I did this shit off my own sound
Motherfuckers tryna claim our crown
Got everybody claiming Outcast now
Let me make it clear to you
Let me make it real
I could gut ‘em like some fish and leave em wheezing out their gills
I’m a loco omnipotent killer
I’m the one to fear
What the fuck is competition 
When I’m the only one here?
So bitch the shut the fuck up
You’ll never be one of us
I know you bothered that
You can’t possibly copy, or pop off like any of us
Leave your carcass
Rotting in the darkness, regardless
It’s so hilarious when motherfuckers think they’re in the same conversation as us 

[NIKKO]
AHA!
Boy we laughing at you stupid fucks
AHA!
To the bank with all my fucking bucks 
That’s that guala, guala 
Roll em up, grabba 
Put holes in em grr-aa-tta
Damn right, we hot lava 

[NIKKO]
Yeah I started, broke and retarded 
Now I’m on it and regarded, something a god is
We both got dicks but I’m the hardest yuh 
Wait hold up pause it 
All this money need deposit yuh
Like what’s a wallet?
Fuckers soft and in the closet 
Like a jacket or a cardigan 
I’m in your hood regardless

[DAEGHO]
Umm like whats the problem?
Trust I’m gonna solve it
Got two choppers up
Like I got dual helicopters
Commando crawl through the system camouflaged, undercover
Only option?
Bodybag suckers
And leave em under covers 

[NIKKO]
Yeah 
What would you sacrifice?
I would go to war 
Go to hell 
And lose my fucking life
I wouldn’t do it once 
I’d do it twice 
Watch you get stabbed up with this knife 
And the way it’s raining blood 
I just might dance with em tonight  
Yeah

AHA!
Boy we laughing at you stupid fucks
AHA!
To the bank with all my fucking bucks 
That’s that guala, guala 
Roll em up, grabba 
Put holes in em grr-aa-tta
Damn right, we hot lava

AHA!

AHA! feat. DAEGHO (prod. LUGA)

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

.357 (rough)

prod. rose

[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I’m at the top of my game 
Talent not hard to sustain 
Cop-killer, run from the federals 
Then fall back and catch me a stain 

Who want it?
He want it
I got it 
You runnin 
AR-15 with a stock and some clues on it 
I gotta eat, so I’m huntin with two stomachs 
Wide body Beamer with guns on the roof on it
I want him dead 
Bro told me “Chill”
One in the head
Loaded to drill
I got some woadies that’s loaded to kill 
Walk on up, walk em down and we open his peel 

Death embraced 
10-4 
Line his shut up 
Chest, neck, face 
Get fucked 
.40 kick, punch 
Chest get caved 

Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate…

I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I’m at the top of my game 
Talent not hard to sustain 
Cop-killer, run from the federals 
Then fall back and catch me a stain 

I swim around in the raw flesh 
I triple shot then I score-check 
All of these bodies is gorgeous 
I just reside with the corpses 
I just reside with the corpses 
I just reside with the corpses
All of these bodies is gorgeous  
I just reside with the corpses 



Death
10-4 
Chest, neck, face 
Get fucked
Punch
Death
Punch
Line his shit up
.40 kick, punch
Death
Punch
Chest get caved 
10-4 
Line his shut up 
Get fucked 
.40 kick, punch 

Desolate
Desecrate 
Desolate
Desecrate 
Death

Blüdhaven

All Men Are Cremated Equal

(prod proverbs)
walkin lick yo chain so free
play w me meet 223
woke up long money on me
draco backpack came in fleet
cookies pack i cannot see (hahaha)
rp 10 controllin me
this x pill got a hold on me
glassed 10k im filled w glee

bust a play im filled w bliss
i took his pipe ik he pissed
talkin down get put on list
556 gon crack yo lid
im w slime we high as shit
yo momma wish u aint exist
killin shit i should enlist
switchy hit fuck up his twists

HAZA, Alt Ver (Super Slowed)

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]

official visualizer: https://youtu.be/-lW5T8A7GZc
prod: @adjacen7
mixed and mastered: @necrocorpse

lyrics: 
you been lookin for a god hand lil nigga 
you got it lil nigga 
my missiles catastrophic lil nigga 
i’ll slaughter you [REDACTED] 
you products of narcotics lil nigga 
i thought it was fishy how no one ever brought up you nigga 
ironic, go figure

i keep it sick wit the flow 
like a nigga pneumonia 
she better keep that dick in her throat 
i’ll be pissed if she don’t 
i been wishin for a nigga to roll up
i’m ripping his soul i forgot to put the stick in the holster 
you gettin yo throat cut
bitch you get it

i got a hoe you know she throw it at me 
go on bitch you so damn nasty
no offense you know the addy
throw a fit this gon end badly 
buss it like a automatic 
watch me flick the trigger 
got lil shawty and her homegirls askin “why’d you pick that nigga?”

the fall will kill you [prod. adjacen7]

EGODEAT (prod. KLIMONGLUE)
747 HHM NEPHILIM TRASH
ACAB KILL 2020 
Official music video: 
lyrics:
50 drum, glozzy cocking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sun kissed
wussup, said he want it so we smoke em up
eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist/
put my fist up in your bitch,
shawty said she love that shit,
now we smoking out the zip, we rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a dick on em, I'm never gonna miss,
caught some bodies playing victim, way I'm always in the mix.
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up,
40 bricks im bout to flip i lost my job don't give a shit, bitch
yellow diamonds look like piss, i be chopping all these snakes up you gon finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank, no need to count that shit
i fell in love with money so im always out here counting it
all these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering, i pull up on your block and leave a pussy rapper counterfeit,
lil bitch, where the money at? i know you're out here housing it, i never play with killers you a pussy and you're proud of it,
pillaging up your villa i go bump in the night, .45/5 with the potato to cut the sound of it/
cock back and i bang, click clack and i paint, smoke gas by the day, flak jacket in the bank, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make em levitate, i aint got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight. no we cannot talk to much i never wanna converse
never switching lanes cu all these rappers wanna follow me, twenty in my pocket rocket shooting harmonies, fuckin on your bitch i want her soul ut gave her heart to me, put lead up in your arteries/
i got shooters who got get you on the low, yeh
i got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, yeh
smoke so much that i can never find my phone, i might just buy another one i might just stay the fuck alone, yeh

EGODEATH! (Video in Desc)

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

the fall will kill you [prod. adjacen7]

do not resurrect ⌖

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