RELIC

Relic

Stolen treasures

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Mix&Mastered by. @indigoaudioco  (@mnnx_xo)


[HOOK]
Sheesh x7

Boy talk is
Cheap x7


Bruh don’t fuck wit me 
Unless you wanna see

The way I chop these Nigga up
And flee the scene 

Boy I was raised by wolves
That made me who I be

They act like family
But smiling through their teeth

[Verse]
Aye I been fucking up since I been in the womb

Been trading vices out
From xanies to the goop

Had momma begging me to
Change my life for good

Still feel like I been fucking
My life up for good

These niggas talk into my reticle

Trigga itchin might just let it go 

 my shot Olympic bitch my medals gold 

My bitch spread open like a center fold 

Aye fuck these niggas
Pull they teeth out they mouth
in front of all they fans and let
Them see em weep like a clown
Boy talk it shit
But shit still worth enough
To beat you around
Y’all talk like shit don’t come around
To dig you deep in the ground 

Cuz talk is

[HOOK]
cheap x7

Bruh don’t fuck wit me 
Unless you wanna see

The way I chop these Nigga up
And flee the scene 

Boy I was raised by wolves
That made me who I be

They act like family
But smiling through their teeth

Sheesh (prod by. Poe^)

BESQA

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DUH WAH HUH W/ DVZER x SIR BUMPA

Mix by Sitrus

(Lyrics)

Depression hit me harder 
Than edible cannabis 
Honestly I just wanna end this
These thoughts are endless 
Relentless 
I feel worthless 
I’m a junkie 
Always feeling Empty 
Can’t even amount to something 
I’m nothing 

Macdonald Triad
Cutthroat to be candid 
Bodies dumped in acid 
Make em fall like dominos
Dia de los muertos 
Parasitic peons
Release my inner demons
I won’t hesitate to rip out your lungs  
or your uvulas
Then use your bones as a vuvuzela
Ride around your blood like I’m in a gondola
As your bodies hit the ground
It would be a harmony 
to hear the sound of you screaming 
Then I’ll paddle
around your hemoglobin like i’m semen
Stigmata
Slit my palms for no reason 
I’ll be tweaking off the coke that I snorted in
Leave your corpse forsaken
No mercy given
Risqué 
Renegade
Let the blade penetrate 
Switchblade
Watch you motherfuckers decay
Use your skull as a piggie bank 
Throw the rest in the dirt
When I die 
Middle finger to the earth
Pimp out my hearse 
Triple 6
Speaking in cryptic 
Pseudo Phonic 
I’m a cynic
perpetually apathetic 
Schizophrenic 
Viewed by many as satanic
But I’m realistic 
Pardon me
Capricious lifestyle
I’m thinking this 
ain’t worthwhile 
Blow my brains out
and the pious say i went to hell 
Oh well
Fuck your God 
I don’t care as well
I’m the Spawn of Lucifer 
Drug abuser 
Avid sinner 
Rule Breaker
Use a holy book page to smoke reefer

CUTTHROAT (Prod. ØØ)

RESPECT THIS [prod. kidr]

"Running Low"
off the album "13"
Written by DeadKid
Guitar by Jake Ploof
Produced by composition x
Recorded at Lich King Studios
Mixed and Mastered by Ploofzilla Records
All exclusive rights owned by DeadKid

RUNNING LOW ~ DeadKid //FT. Jake Ploof// (Prod. composition x)

Featuring: @Prxjek

Produced: S1NINJA
Engineering: @Juku2000

Lyrics Below

8corpses:

9mm painkiller orally 
Suicide on my mind perpetually 
Engulfed in a cesspool cognitively 
In dire need 
of serenity 
Voices in my head are a cacophony 
My life isn’t flowing like a symphony
Self hate comes so naturally  
Saturated in this misery 
I got no remedy  
Welcome to insanity
People all around me telling me to get a life
But how does one live when they just wanna die
Ernest Hemingway
Inevitable suicide 
 I wanna go awol
 from this fucking life

PRXJEK:

Everyday I wake up 
With one thought that’s on my mind 
what’s the point of life 
and why the fuck do we live if we die 
I don’t see the purpose in this shit 
Believe me I have tried 
People seek religion as a comfort 
It will be divine
that’s what they think it’ll be like when it’s time to say good bye 
I know it’s all just placebo 
I won’t feed into the lies 
Rather face the truth 
then live by rules that don’t apply 
So I put the pistol to my head 
And smile as I fire 

8corpses:
9mm painkiller orally 
Suicide on my mind perpetually 
Engulfed in a cesspool cognitively 
In dire need 
of serenity

BESQA

Eddie Fresco