All the loud shit Vol.4 (Trap Metal Rage Core Scream Rap)

23:11 (II)

art by @nuumastar

all these fucking people have nothing they wanna fight for
eyes up on the pack i keep looking until my eyes sore
racking up the bodies dont stop til i get a high score
high score pussy bitches i dont have the time for

time for all you fake fucks i said dont play with me
and if you think im gonna die might have to wait and see
i cant connect to my own head think i got latency
and im just waiting for the day im waiting patiently not
and all this rain up in the sky think thats the sound of the gods
and i be knocking both yo teeth out clean it up with some gauze

pause you aint nothing but a bitch boy
leave the fucking scene dont mean a thing you getting ripped boy

find me you can never find me
bitch i give a fuck shoot out the window aiming blindly
all this fucking blood im fucking losing need an iv
cutting both my wrist just for the fix im never trying

stupid bitch im never trying
get the fuck away i dont know what the fuck you eyeing
horns up on my head said look again im not a viking
angels surround me dont need a thing whenever i sing

choppa go boom
heads start to turn when i walk in the room
off of the drugs i got nothing to do
hot on the block but i still keep my cool

oh thats cool
off the pill bitch im acting a fool
in the shed bitch im grabbing the tool
and yo body get thrown in the pool

oh oh you spite me
8x

SPITE ME (FT. TRIPLE777/BROKIE) (PROD. SAURON)

ADJUSTABLE STOCK Ft Guap Sensei (triplesixdelete)

BIG IRON (Prod. DotFlow)

ICEBOX! (Feat. ISSBROKIE) (Prod. wydastral)

BULLSHiT by DOOMSLAYER
produced by MUD
engineered by REJECTEDREYNA
art by DOOMSLAYER

only single off the "BREAKiNG POiNT" EP.

(lyrics go here)

BREAKiNG POiNT

BULLSHiT

BULLSHiT {prod. MUD}

(Intro)

MAD YAX
ALL BLACK FIT WHEN I STEP IN THE ROOM
MUHFUCKAS NOTICE AND MUHFUCKAS MOVE
CAME FROM THE STOMACH, YOU CAME FROM THE WOMB
YOU WAS BORN PUSSY I AINT NOTHIN LIKE YOU

(Hook)
I DONT SLANG DOPE
ID RATHER STAY HOME AND SMOKE
GOTTA GAME TWEEN MY LIPS
N LIKE 3 MORE ROLLED
BURY YOU IN DIFFERENT AREAS
N SCATTER THE BONES
LOOKING FOR ALL THE PIECES
MAKE THE PD LOSE HOPE

(Verse 1)
ROSE PEDALS N HOLLOW POINTS
TO DECORATE YA GRAVE
HEARD HIS CASKET WAS CLOSED
CUZ I FUCKED UP HIS FACE
ITS A DAMN SHAME
GETTING KILLED IN YO PLACE
NOW THE NEXT TENANTS
WILL HAVE TO CLEAN THE STAINS

WASH THE BLOOD OFF
NO MR. CLEAN
OXYCONTIN AND PROMETHAZINE
“I don’t pop pills it just goes with the theme”
BUT IM ROLLIN IN THIS BITCH
LIKE I JUST POPPED A BEAN
AYE
GOTTA HEADSHOT, SNIPER IN THE PARKING LOT
FEELING LIKE IM MERCY RESURRECTING WIT THE DEAD SHOT
WOAHHHH
FROM FLORIDA DOWN TO TEXAS UP TO JERSEY THEN TO CALI
CHARLOTTE TO RHODE ISLAND FINNA TAKE OVER THE GLOBEEE

(BRIDGE)
MAD YAX
ALL BLACK FIT WHEN I STEP IN THE ROOM
MUHFUCKAS NOTICE AND MUHFUCKAS MOVE
CAME FROM THE STOMACH, YOU CAME FROM THE WOMB
YOU WAS BORN PUSSY I AINT NOTHIN LIKE YOU

(HOOK)
I DONT SLANG DOPE
ID RATHER STAY HOME AND SMOKE
GOTTA GAME TWEEN MY LIPS
N LIKE 3 MORE ROLLED
BURY YOU IN DIFFERENT AREAS
N SCATTER THE BONES
LOOKING FOR ALL THE PIECES
MAKE THE PD LOSE HOPE

(VERSE 2)
CHOPPA REVVIN UP
SHIT GET POPPIN LIKE A TAILPIPE
ME N VAL HOPPED OUT
WE JUMPED EM AT THE RED LIGHT
CAUGHT EM IN HIS CRIB HE WAS COZY IT WAS MIDNIGHT
XAN’s AT THE GUCCI STORE TRYNA GET HIS DRIP RIGHT
STINKS DRINKIN FORTYS OF THAT PISS FLAVORED SHIT
YAXTZEE GOIN CRAZY WRAP THAT BITCH
IN 5 PERCENTS
PUT THE MUZZLE TO HIS MOUTH GOT EM TALKIN WITTA LISP
SHOOT HIS FEET N LET EM WALK IT OUT
LEFT EM WITTA LIMP

C - SECTiON <PROD. KiRK>

I'm so motherfucking done with everything that is my life I wanna go and get the gun
Put that shit inside my mouth and pull the trigger til I gush
From my skull
Take my soul and put my body in a hole

I'm so tired, I'm bouta stick my face in a Meat Slicer
I told you what it was I'm bout to set my self on fire
Cause I ain't got not reason
To be breathing
Death is what I'm seeking
Killing myself slowly with the alcohol and whiskey drinking

Fuck! Shit!
That's what is sound like in my brain when I'm going through pain on the daily bitch
You say that you love me
I know that you hate me
Just leave me alone you can't save me bitch
Cause I can just not take this shit, I hate it when my day begins
I wish that I could rip the skin off of my body I'm a bitch!

I'm so introverted
Ain't leaving the house
And I'm staying depressed
I am not going out
When I look at myself in the mirror I get pissed and start punching myself in muhfucking mouth
Cause I hate what I see and I don't wanna look
I'm a liar, a thief and a dick and a crook
And I don't want your help so I'm grabbing the belt
Imma wrap it around and I'm killing myself

I'm so motherfucking done with everything that is my life I wanna go and get the gun
Put that shit inside my mouth and pull the trigger til I gush
From my skull
Take my soul and put my body in a hole

I'm so tired, I'm bouta stick my face in a Meat Slicer
I told you what it was I'm bout to set my self on fire
Cause I ain't got not reason
To be breathing
Death is what I'm seeking
Killing myself slowly with the alcohol and whiskey drinking

2. MEAT SLICER (feat. KNØTTZ) [PROD. or.1ove]

Break necks from the whiplash that I'm causing
Get back, 'fore you get smacked in the noggin
Click clack, on yo bitch ass, better watch it
Fuck a peace offering I'm tryna kill an autist
Ah shit, stop it, Tone you so obnoxious
Middle finger to you motherfuckers in the audience
I'm the top dawg these cocks just be talking
Ya brain is won ton soup, cause you're weetaded

Bitch you could never hold a flame to my candle
Never paint a canvas to the level that I mantle
Never manufacture the product that I handle
Never could exist in my dimension, you a phantom

Im enigmatic, you prolly could never catch it
I'm a cancerous faggot, my demographic is damaged
I'm part of the people that never had what you having
So now we coming snatch it, grab it, they call us erratic
Cause they could never understand that we been punished for standing up for the passionate perpetrators they pushed in a casket
But now we coming back blasting with a band of assassins
They wanna stop us they can't, we tryna take over planet

Break necks from the whiplash that I'm causing
Get back, 'fore you get smacked in the noggin
Click clack, on yo bitch ass, better watch it
Fuck a peace offering I'm tryna kill an autist
Ah shit, stop it, Tone you so obnoxious
Middle finger to you motherfuckers in the audience
I'm the top dawg these cocks just be talking
Ya brain is won ton soup, cause you're weetaded

1. WEETADED (PROD. PUKECHAMBER)

First Released March 11, 2016 (March 2016)
Produced by Landfill (@xlandfill)
Track 9 "Pissin Off (ft. $hy)" Produced by Blank Body
Track 11 "I Like Being" Produced by Vittal Flex
Track 12 "Piss On The Kitchen Floor" Produced by The Virus And Antidote

This project was made before the formation/transition into the Anti-World collective

ANTI-WORLD

Realization (Dying) w/ Evil Nigga

SLUTS (FEAT. DO NOT RESURRECT & MERCYKILL) (PROD. SATURNSCXRPSE)

IM. JUST A SCUMBAG LIKE YOU

@scumwxter on the art
@mercykill on the beat.

YAXTZEE X SHLUMPSKII - ScumBag [PROD. MERCYKILL]

battling my demons & shit like that idk.

i AM YOU, YOU ARE WE, & WE ARE ALL DOOMED.

• NEW AGE KLiQ •
@newagekliq ON iG

ART:
• SiNNER'S CiRCLE, iNC. •
@sinnerscircleinc ON iG