MOBBS RADICAL x LOWEYEZDUUG- HELLZONE(PROD. KRONA)

Ouija

Ouija (feat. Warlord Colossus, Sxmpra, Saliva Grey) (Prod. Blunt Christ x lil sleepy)

Produced by Bhasper 
Engineering by ProdJordanJay

Lyrics:

This dope that i smoke 
Leave you faded to the bone 
Outta zone
all alone
I got sins you can’t atone
been on my own
even when i wasn’t grown
Fuck a loan
I own everything 
that i own 
fuck a throne
Just tryna get blown
and Be 
A better unknown
motherfuckas glued to their phone 
They wouldn’t know a good time
even if it was shown

It’s already been established 
That I got mental issues
Stress will age you
My thoughts
Never have a curfew  
These drugs 
Can and will destroy you 
Paranoid 
My mental illness 
Ain’t your costume 
You’d kill yourself if you lived in these shoes
And  OD from the  drugs I consume 
Do’s and Don’ts
We’re never taught to me 
There is nothing else 
No apostrophe  
I am empty 
Dwelling in this agony 
I can’t help but panic 
what’s next for me
a life  
not lived 
is a sin 
figuratively and literally 
 I can get under your skin 
IF YOU’RE FEELING TIRED
then you’re preaching to the choir 
how you talk a lot 
but you really ain’t say nothin 
bitch my livers been failing 
but what’s new
i’ve been a failure ever since i left the whom
couldn’t even succeed at suicide 
i don’t even know who I am Inside 
I see all these pseudo intellectuals
 in the comments 
Trying to gate keep hip hop  
And hate on my content. 
Saying I needa stop making music 
that my stuff is fuckin garbage
Ha
This is real rap
Quit it with your persona 
Or I’ll send your motherfuckin ass Jehovah 
No fucks given 
Not even an iota 
Got people who want me dead from the UK 
To TACOMA 
I BEG THEM TO COME KILL ME
SO I DONT GOTTA SUFFER 
Crazy motherfucka 
Habitual loner
I would take a bullet for no one but my mother
Window paint
Gel tabs with some gold flakes
Flat affect 
Gotta Emotionless face 
Dump your body in some chemicals
Now you’re Unidentifiable 
No pump fakes
Bitch I’m all in 

Glad I got a pot to piss in 
Feeling brazen 
Most my life I’ve wanted to run before I could walk 
Plagued by these thoughts 
Hate when my hallucinations begin to talk
I bottle my shit up 
Always getting fucked up
Do a whole line just to wake me back up

Just 
Tryin keep my head afloat 
What is life
When I wake up just to grieve some more 
Hungover laying on the floor 
Pain getting worse 
Hopped out the whip
Like it was a  hearse 
But I don’t feel reborn 
ash on the floor board  
I feel so forlorn 
Doing enough drugs to kill a horse 
You ask me how I’m doing 
Alive but dead Inside 
That will be my reply 
I feel so fucked up 
Everytime that I think of you I lose Mind 
Cause I know that 
I will never again 
Get to speak to you 
I Held his body 
As his energy floated off into space 
Gasping for air like a fish out of water 
No one can fathom 
the anguish that I harbor

To Whom It May Concern (Prod. Bhasper)

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"THINKING OF YOU" ~ 90s Sample Type Beat Rnb Instrumental

Masked Up and Iced Out (prod. Ain't Loyal)

                              

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Lyrics:

Eraze: 
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Cops are coming now we've gotta fix this
Blood is dripping on the carpet real quick
Pop another pill and drink another beer and grab the 40 walking out the doorway with a thick bitch
Ay
But she ain't loyal so I ditched it
And i don't do drugs that shit's for fuckin' bitches
But I guess that's what it takes to sell an album so pass me that valium, put that belt tight round my fuckin' wrist quick
Hang that noose up kick the chair I'm fuckin' done
Rising from the grave like Jesus here I come
Tripple six until I die i'll tell you somthin'
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Ay
Recently I've done a lot of mischief

Yusha:
I'm coming for you motherfuckers
Hit you with the shade
Then I stick you with the cutter
Hit you with the blade
Then I cook you in the oven
Prayin 666 let the devil tell you something

Sometimes in life there's no purpose
Taking them pills
Sometimes we all fucking hurting
Leader of hell, devil and his trusty servant
I'm ready to kill someone who fuck with my sermon

Born into suffering, forged in the crucible 
Frozen to death cuz it's cold in the underworld
Death is my homie they're always there for me
I let go of everything, give in to Lucifer

Got your blood on my hands as you die slow
Leave your dead body rot in the undertow
Credits roll, That's the end of the show

Eraze:
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Ay
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Pop another pill and drink another beer and grab the 40 walking out the doorway with a thick bitch
Aye
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Recently I've done a lot of mischief

Mischief (Feat. Yusha)

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

prod. MANUEL
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCT3-XIWcgc4NX1l_4lzyRaw

mix/master @spyce-sakryn
art by @whoskryo

lyrics

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

you aint spittin bars that you livin 
yeah i really been a felon for some fucked up aint kiddin
and the shit i got away with it would put me in a prison
im just better than you bitches, stop the hatin take a visit
to a psychopathic schizophrenic 
fuck around and get beheaded
thats what they expectin me to say because im white and rapping
if u hit me w them expectations im gon put yo life in fractions
split the scissors slice in back wit hammer torture fight the bastard
like yp capping what you really sayin is just hype imagined
i done had it, fed up wit the bread up bitch i gotta have it

smack bitches...wit the dirty pussy money act different 
mad pimpin when i fuckin pull up see yo stacks missin
mad women hiding cocainia in they fat prisms
scatt did it fuck around w scales n you get BLAPPP wit it
whack bidness what you been promotion ion spaz wit it
whack bitches what you tryna fuck just cause you rap wit it

tf you look like dressin all black just to rap to fuck a 2 dollar bitch
fuck outta here this my life

try to call me god try
kame hame ha kame hame ha

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

STAND UP GUY [prod. MANUEL]

Vocals: Santos Santana & @sinizterofficial
Prod by: Santos Santana

Mischief (Feat. Yusha)

Eraze

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