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Grandma's Boy

Grandma's Boy | Prod. Michael Link

I WON'T DIE [prod. Nxm1nal]

Cash In the Center (W Skeletxrn) [prod 6a6ayaga]

In My Zone

LYRICS

(Hook - Misfit)

Hop up in my whip
And then I push a hundred fifty
Demons on my wrist
I pop a clip until it’s empty
Grew up in the gutter
Yeah my brothas hella shifty
He said he a gunner
Blicky split him 50/50
Hop up in my whip
And then I push a hundred fifty
Demons on my wrist
I pop a clip until it’s empty
Grew up in the gutter
Yeah my brothas hella shifty
He said he a gunner
Blicky split him 50/50
When I, when I, when I

(Verse - Misfit)

Pop
Off
Socks
Off
Top
Off
Jaw
Off
AR
Stock
Loaded
Cocked
Soul
Dropped
Oh my
God
Sniffin’ on Ket
When I run up and pop
Slide with a vest
And a couple of glocks
I been a vet
Yeah I been round the block
Ain’t throw up a set
And don’t fuck with no opps
Okay
444 was a landslide
But this new shit been a land mine
No same old shit
No gold on wrist
I’m sick off
Of those
Xans I did

(Bridge - Misfit)

I’m fine with it
Dropping a song 
If I vibe with it they vibe with it
Ride with it
Hold up and watch I’ll hold up the Glock 
And slide with it
Don’t hide from it
Laser beamin through his dental region
Now He die a bitch
I’m fine with it
I’m fine with it

(Hook - Misfit)

Hop up in my whip
And then I push a hundred fifty
Demons on my wrist
I pop a clip until it’s empty
Grew up in the gutter
Yeah my brothas hella shifty
He said he a gunner
Blicky split him 50/50
Hop up in my whip
And then I push a hundred fifty
Demons on my wrist
I pop a clip until it’s empty
Grew up in the gutter
Yeah my brothas hella shifty
He said he a gunner
Blicky split him 50/50
When I

(Verse - Rxven)

Pull up got the blades drippin
Crimson stainin’ em
Tick tock, fadin’ em
Conscience may be missin’
Fuck you bitch, that’s main mission
List got hella names stickin’
Cross em out and bodies drop, they’ll take a fuckin’ day to ship it
Take a ticket, lay down bitch
Your brain is twitchin’, may give dick then
Stay a minute, naked image
Trace her clit now mayhem pendin’
Maybe I should fuckin’ cave in every brain I come across and
Waiting, I been stuck in pain I severed baby come and drop it
Pinnin’ wrists our visages are sinnin’ swift in minutes feel her
Rippin’ skin when dippin’ it she listenin’ to gettin’ dicked
Bite my fucking neck, MAKE ME BLEED MAKE ME BLEED
SPLIT THE VIALS FIFTY FIFTY DARK WEB PAY EXTRA FOR ME

(Hook - Misfit)

Hop up in my whip
And then I push a hundred fifty
Demons on my wrist
I pop a clip until it’s empty
Grew up in the gutter
Yeah my brothas hella shifty
He said he a gunner
Blicky split him 50/50
Hop up in my whip
And then I push a hundred fifty
Demons on my wrist
I pop a clip until it’s empty
Grew up in the gutter
Yeah my brothas hella shifty
He said he a gunner
Blicky split him 50/50
When I…
Pop

FIFTY FIFTY feat. Rxven

Prod. regreting
Vocals, Lyrics, Mixing/Mastering,, & Cover Art by Red Dot

ColdFront

Prod. 6a6ayaga
Lyrics, Vocals, Mixing/Mastering, & Cover Art by Red Dot

MEDUSA

MEDUSA (Prod. 6a6ayaga)

https://youtu.be/5lX3fNQpBhM

Lil bitch
Poison in my veins got it tatted on my wrist
Fuck her in the face while I'm puffin' on a spliff
Blood up on my blade I got blood up on my fit fit fit fit shit
Ion really talk I just show 'em how I live
Heard he wanna box so I broke a couple ribs
Where's your fucking god I got demons in my clique tik tik tik
Whoah, Ion fuck with feds
Never tell 'em what I know
Paint a fucker red then I leave him in the snow
Light a cigarette while your bitch is servin throat throat throat
Oh fuck, Ion wanna talk unless the shit about a buck
Kill a fucking cop drag his body through the mud
Begging me to stop but I love the sight of blood blood blood 
Imma misfit, wait on my shoulders & I told 'em I can't resist it
Loading these bowls up & I'm rollin' a fucking spliff bitch
Syrup in soda til a coma I'm boutta risk it
Sippin' corona & I'm suckin up on yo bitch tits
This shit simple as it gets I'm different
Sippin' henny & twistin' medicine listen
All of that fiction they spittin' missin' no competetion
I'm living devine
Sick in the mind
Gimme the pine
Sippin the whine
Grippin' a 9
Trippin I'm fine
Rippin a line
Feel like I'm dyin
Misery really hittin I really be independent
I feel like my wins are thinnin
Machete I hittem widdit
Now bleed bitch
Mothafuckas wanna talk I tell 'em eat dick
Burnin' rubber burnin' money I don't need shit
Stealin' flow stealin' swag hoe keep it
Lil bitch
Poison in my veins got it tatted on my wrist
Fuck her in the face while I'm puffin' on a spliff
Blood up on my blade I got blood up on my fit fit fit fit shit
Ion really talk I just show 'em how I live
Heard he wanna box so I broke a couple ribs
Where's your fucking god I got demons in my clique tik tik tik
Whoah

JMeekz [Prod. ROMA JONSON] *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

prod aragoth + blunt Christ
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

featuring https://soundcloud.com/blvckwill

https://open.spotify.com/artist/34WF86hMfSFzNzQacyEe40?si=wUgpMwioRUqoUW8roXdzaA

https://www.instagram.com/blackwill_/

(Lyrics)

PROPHET: 
I don’t wanna talk
Bitch I don’t wanna speak 
Put yo body 
6 feet deep
In the creek 
woke em all up
There ain’t no time to sleep
king of the Hurd 
& y’all follow the sheep 
don’t need a gun 
Just to make you all flee
You want a verse
Then I’m charging a fee
Bitch wanted dick 
So I gave her the d 
Bounce on that dick 
And I’m making her cream 
I do what I want
& I do as i please 
fucking and im ducking 
Then i pass to the team 
Pussy mother fucker 
I been on a killing spree 
I was outcasted 
I was born a fucking freak 
Cut off the head 
Both the Hands 
and the feet 
Turn a mutha fucka 
To a whole crime scene 
Upping the beam 
And I’m making em leak 
Gucci and Loui 
You fuck with supreme 
Y’all smoking on crack
& I’m blowing on weed 
sip Robitussin 
I’m sipping on lean 
I told this shawty 
to stay on her knees 
She wanna fuck me
She’s begging for meat 
I took some L’s 
& I tasted defeat 
always bounce back
Cuz I'm truly elite 
Move with the fleet 
& we take you beneath 
I killed that boy 
& now he’s on tv 
We spin like cd’s
& Leave you deceased 
I am what I preach 
Serial killer that roams in these streets 
Killed in the bedroom 
got blood on the sheets 
I stuck my knife right inside of her spleen
I’m like a ghost you don’t know what you’ve seen 
Pop up everywhere and I drive you insane
You try to be me but we’re just not the same

BLACKWILL:
Six feet deep pick your poison lil bitch
I’ll make a fortune for killin you snitches
along with your witnesses
infamous zombie i stomp on your visages
grim reaper images
i spin this shit for the stimulus
pushin this weight like im sisyphus
still in control sega genesis
robbin dinero i’m limitless
leaving you stiff on the floor like its tetanus
poppin and reckless a mess
oni with goblin finesse
the prophet is talking
now welcome to mass
stalking the dark
take a shot to the casket
with maggots and brass
we raising the glass once again
communion and prayers for him
confusing the hell out his gang
like Kiba its fang over fang
they call me the conqueror Kang
we ready to bang

all these motherfuckers
wanna be like me now
hide under the covers
suffer in defeat now
oni with goblin finesse
the prophet is talking
now welcome to mass
fucking on your mothers
all of you my kids now
crawling from the gutter
i’m a talking myth now
stalking the dark
take a shot to the casket
with maggots and brass
we raising the glass x2

PROPHET X BLACKWILL - Killing Spree

real_recognizes_real

@navvvi & @distortionthe1

make that ass sleep inside like a hotel
running at my life but i got chainmail
in a grove, everything a stove
from the paradox all the way to both
yea
say another lie
while you at it stab me in the right eye
drop half baked content call me  dice
treat my mental with care like some merchandise
she give the goods up for all the jewels up like a villager
the next natural number like the integer
starin at my screen so long, finish her
always up up my ass up like a enima
shrimp and steak
memory locked behind another loot crate
tom foolery
you talking big for a bitch with fake jewelry

Gliding on em gliding on em feel like David hasslehoff
Why, these fucking nobodies they always wanna hassle us 
Bitch we gonna pull up on em like a fucking battle us 
I ain't really Booted up we really just been having fun 
5 n my 6's these bitches is off 
Asking about it ain't prep for the cost 
feeling is mutual so its getting tossed 
Scrape off the paint I been rubbing it off 
Murder these fuck boys 
Ain't even done boy
Ima fucking pull up drag his body witta truck boy
I been really on it witta shoty to a fuck boy 
Ima really vomit Lil Shawty wanna fuck, oi
Maw wide open ima catch a gasp of more wind 
Make em disappear, pussy boy you not important 
Bitch im Suited up like a morman
Higher than a demon steady chiefing on these burnt ends

lootcrate_designer - plane_walker (prod. trulife)

FRIGHT NIGHT
-------------------------------
Featuring @fxckyoujamie
Produced by @fxckyoujamie
Mixed & Mastered by DEEMXNN & FXCKJAMIE
Artwork by @fxckyoujamie

lyrics:

[DEEMXNN]:

i keep a k it’s right next to my hip when i head to the bank get the fuck up out my face
niggas still drown in their own fucking waves
boy i been off the map and they think that their safe
can’t fuck with the gang you’re surrounded by demons these hollows gon lay em right down in his grave
pop out the cut load it up from the mud 
there’s a voice in my head and it’s never gon fade 

better duck from that red dot 
knocking your top off 
we shatter their windows we fill up the graveyards
bought a new stick with a blade boy it ain’t stock
got a stick on me 
i got a demon inside of my head you gonna die today
building them racks she come fuck with me
demon been hanging wit dogs and he’s never gon drift away

[FXCKJAMiE]:

I come out the dirt
I’m back for some blood, got yo’ crew on alert 
All I know is to hurt
I’m ready to die but I’m killin’ you first
You know I’m off of the Molly 
I’m ‘bout to catch a new body 
Im never givin’ a fuck, yeah sorry bitch I’m not sorry

Aim for the face
Dismember his body and take out his brain
I don’t need a grave
I leave him to rot and observe him decay
Yeah watch ‘em guts decompose 
and now they food for the crows
I’ll send my madness to masses ‘til fucking everyone knows

FRIGHT NIGHT (feat. FXCKJAMiE)

THEY CALL ME AN URBAN LEGEND 🪦 
H E A T H E N 
1/2 EGOBREAKER 👹👾
https://soundcloud.com/we_are_egobreaker

Grandma's Boy | Prod. Michael Link

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