thigh thick

the devil lives here...

@lordgasp

and as i kneel with a rose
how does it feel to be that low
i feel a breeze in the cold
wish you were never around

if you gonn stab me then go
but don’t do it in my back tho
i get that feel in my bones
wish you were never around

she gonn run away
yeah its all the same
keep on coming back
just to push me off the edge
she gon stick her fang
and then suck all out my vains
till there’s nothing that remains


shorty say she wanna kick it
yeah she kinda funny i got no energy
to give to no one sorry lil bih , i’m sorry
she wanna ride with me
but i got no gaz in the tank
we ain’t going far, if i got no love for the pain

i can’t see clearly
my poor eyes are so blind
you left me no choices
it’s so long and goodnight

that’s all i want but you don’t even care
blooming alone and you’re not even there

@lordgasp

I'm sorry

Re-release of an old trick I added make up to

Prod. https://soundcloud.com/imaghxst

Chocolate Pudding

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Metrosexual Megatron

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Fenrir

Alloy

Life Setting: Ultra Nightmare

prod. by washyb
additional prod. by ryan mcgonigle

lyrics

All my decisions, they feel like incisions 
I sort out my pain 
Washed up on shore
But I’m sure I could still see myself go through waves 
Of melancholy and plots 
They’re symbolic of problems i faced
There’s not a moment to waste 
N-n-no time to barter my art with the market
I Target the snakes 
Keep my self harm at arms reach 
So Please pardon the scrapes 
A piece of the starch 
Till I feel really parched 
I could harbor good faith 
P-P Peace to the stars
Leave my mark on the canvas 
No paint
M-M-Mental scars And mementos
Old age can’t erase
Sta-Sta-stark in the face
Harp on the days 
Sharpen ability 
March to the pace of my own beat 
B-born in March, marvel at the grace
I believe In the mission
A smidgen a mix of wit in the lyrics 
Think about my family conflicting 
If they ever hear this, will they feel it?
I doubt it 
F-f-fear and feeling wicked
Cause I’m living without it 
Just kidding, I’m mounted 
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded 
By numbers of addictions 
I will never listen to another motherfucker 
Dumb & dumber, Jim Carey 
But i’m sick of fucking caring 
Everyone is staring 
Find regret in over sharing
Uh
Not sparing a narrow mind
On demos, i settled all my dilemmas 
But bear in mind 
I’ve barely refined my mind 
Love that i've yet to find 
Feel rubbish
Through precious time that fades 
Hope it’s not too late to obtain 
Will I fucking make it to some fame? 
Just wait
What the fuck is this on my shoulders? 
Weight 
Dreaming on a bean
My regime just wakes me up 
Hope it could take me up 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 


St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 
 

Hate to trust anyone 
Make me shudder 
I cannot shake the feeling 
I can’t escape these villains 
Of this outrageous pillage 
Pillow the pain with a pill 
Like cigarette stains encase skills 
Like silhouettes
Shading the truth 
I can’t fill (feel)
The fate of abuse 
It fulfills 
The state of my blues 
I can’t heal 
Occasional use for my thrill 
Caged in a loop, i stand still 
B-b-bet your bottom dollar, i will never stop 
Stack the debt until i am dead 
Bitch ive got a lot to prove 
Nothing to lose 
Back again, these raps are revenge 
And you cats are fucking doomed  
Distracted by my hunger 
And you cats are fucking food 
Down a rabbit hole of habits 
Through my fucking passion 
I’ve had to construe a new tactic 
To catch the truth 
I do fathom the factors glued 
To gloom, active
Actually flew through rations 
I’ve had consumed 
Through disasters
Past the state of blue like passion fruit 
Bruised habits 
Super natural like i do magic 
New battle
Whether they win or lose
Shit is tragic 
Keep a flow on through the winter 
Thicker than molasses 
Keep my hopes up
Blinded by the static  
Never mind
I’ll never be good enough or attractive 
I lack all the facets 
 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines

THE PERKS OF HUMAN ATROCITIES (prod. by washyb)

https://open.spotify.com/track/4PK2lTdhuDZhfCmAdaJVi6?si=1c98fb103c3c4827

prod. pxlsdead

ride around
50 cal inside the window
shoot em down
we stomp em out
inside of the alley 
bitch dont fuck around
a hunnit rounds
i think thats how much inside the rifle
i forgot to count 
im to busy thumbin bread
while bitches throw it back
they bounce

bounce

50 cal unlocked a camo
hit a hunnit bodies
i been gettin bread
i fucked around and copped an audi
i put windows on the tint
so i could hide the body
loadin up this clip
to putem inside of his body
come and take ur bitch back
pussy wya
i been feindin blood
i fuckin wanna run it back

50 CAL / BOUNCE

PENANCE

produced by @nimbustwokay & @killjei
mix/master by lord gasp
________

Sterilize
Chlorified all of the thoughts inside
Dying creation, i’m staring outside
Doomed to project what I cannot keep quiet

Now im cold, always gone
time flies
never really getting shit done
and i told you
growing older 
fine line
see im always fucking piss drunk

just lemme bring this bottle outside for a minute
Drowning in a Puddle of blood, i play the victim
staring at myself, it’s a fiction

and i’ve wasted my time
yeah i fuck up and i do it with style
burn the wick, incinerate the core
i got smoke shooting out of my pores
I’ve wasted my time
and i’ve wasted my time

Now you know
i’m hard to love
my truth will never slip out
you’ll never know what i keep fighting back
away from daylight
I’ve wasted all my time

Destroy to restore
You’re killed then you’re born

i was down bad
Let the past bring more pain
But my comeback hitting right
Feel no shame
see im somewhere now
something much more now
you can’t kill me now

yeah i fuck up and i do it with style
burn the wick, incinerate the core
i got smoke shooting out of my pores
I’ve wasted my time

opinions drowning
Just keep it quiet
I keep control over whatever i like
I knew what’s right
And i wont wait until im seventy five

Penance

luv urself, luv others

prod. @wasbeatz
additional vocals: https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida , https://soundcloud.com/danielsgone
art. @lenfantlondon

go on fade on behind to the enemy line
i ain't made for design but im limitless pine
honey i smell like heaven. i am that bitch.
break @ 7,11: belong in a ditch
id be a good girl but id make a terrible boy
id be a good boy but id make a terrible girl
id be a good girl but id make a terrible boy
terrible boy

yea my mental label marketing identity
get rich and forget everyone like lil b
live depression like jake paul, its every day bro
career has the luck of a avocado growth
bitch you aint the pope
so why you claiming, moe
stringed shoulder folds:
"homosapien show"
oh no
when's the talent gonna roll?
plz
lemme kno

just a thought
what if bots
could of chose inner locks
then they fought
for a spot
in the pentagram of cogs
once the leader of intelligence start claiming up the crop
its a million to perpetrate the algorithm implied
whats at stake?
once our fate
is a brittle little take
(industries are liars, boy they playing brittle face
NBA put a play on front of Floyd's grave.
Bezo's self employed from the center of hate.)
on a plate
in the states
just another light mistake
but they adding up in thousands tell me baby it ain't late
cuz the math up in my brain is saying everything is fake

GOLDEN EYE (prod. w a s )

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

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