3AM (prod. PULSE)

Are you still watching
Nah I got your daughter's jaw swallowing my cock ring 
Sloppy then im mushing up her insides like some hot peas 
Oxy in my alcohol im falling crush a rock please 

I feel like I'm rocky 
Foil burning Roxy 
Shooting till its God see 
Tracking marks like dog pee
Lace my drink like Cosby
I feel like a zombie 
Imma make your mop leaked
While i get you sloshed cheesed
With Semen in your flossed teeth 
Only talk about me
sketchy distant dodgy 
Shit fishy like rod be 
All the junkies taught me 
Off the mushies sloshy 
Shocking till its soggy 
Foggy road im walking 
I'm walking on 

Just to balance it out
Flamethrower to the hundred thousand pallets of clowns 
When its all burned to ground 
Imma make sure they dead then i head outta town
With Windshield view space 
While they say what you say 
pray fighting on replay 
Not a faze that see change  
Not facing a freeze ray 
Hunt and view the puns sprayed 
Hunch is flooding up cave 
But it's nudging OK cus

6.ARE YOU STILL WATCHING [PROD. FRDM.WAV]

Skyline R34

prod. @pxlse

why guys get offended 
pretend to be menaces 
bye bye to befriending 
why you sending shots over messages 
come convince me of your ending bitch
stomping rodents shit sentences 
copping crystals from my chemist quick
slowly going out my mind
add least its sum to do besides the boring cycled schedules all the time
i dont care if you cant hear me fine
i could fuss less about success cus my rhymes aint for the attention follows likes is that the reason that you grind 
go ahead and die young for noone 
used to want to but who dont
you not special and you wont
be ever your moldy 
just leave nuts on old jeans
air dried hung wet pussy 
do lyrics have to have a point please
leave you leaking like a canoe do 
in an avenue like the rat you move
with a bag of fruits fuck processed foods 
you lacking tunes that surpass my poop
brain stew sipped from shoes
paint you now new room
in a madder mood better watch your moves 
like a line backer bitch you gon loose
sanity and some family
their limbs be eating up by mammal teeth
spit profanity for all the junky fucking angry teens
where the danger be
if you wanna be an amputee keep bothering 
get a stub job
cum shot
on a dumb thot 
alien blood make yo gums rot
quit spitting raps grab a scrub mop 
gun shots giving to a dumb cop

play my poop duke play my poop
pointed tube to your dew paint the god damn room
play my poop duke play my poop
period blood bloomed best used to be lube

feces fetish [prod. pulse]

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HELPED ME WITH THIS ALBUM

prod landfill

lyrics:

imma start shit
i will break shit
i dont really give a fuck bout the hate bitch
imma make shit
i wont wait bitch
dont tell me you wanna come but i dont say shit

fuck the fake shit
imma make shit
i dont care what u think and what u say bitch
imma make shit
i will break shit
i dont really give a fuck bout the hate bitch

9. FAKE SHIT (FT. PAPA SLEEP) [PROD. LANDFILL]

heres a song off the album for yall.
credit also goes to "yves tumor - broke in ft. oxhy", was a big inspiration for this song and was sampled here.

lyrics:

biohazard
come and meet my dagger
stab a cracker
watch his fucking brain splatter 
beneath the radar
try to fucking track us
im not a rapper
im coming with the strap yah
making bangers
who i am it doesnt matter
you is a rat yuh
call your self a mad hatter
you are a faker
better eat whats on the platter
know your manners
your reality is shattered
i am a hacker
not on pcs with an axe yuh
this beat a slapper
cracking your skull with a hammer
top of the ladder
where i belong bitch you better
give me some head ya
otherwise ill break your fingers

BROKE IN [PROD. PULSE]

LYRICS 

THIS IS THE STAKES WHEN YOU GET IN MY WAY 
YOU CANNOT STOP ME WHEN I AM UNFINISHED
I CREATE PLAUGES THEN THEY FADE AND DIMINISH
I AM A KING WITH NO GRAVE BITCH
I AM THE GOD WITH NO PLACE BITCH 
I WILL RIP YOU OUT YOUR “SPACE SHIP”
YOU ARE A FLOP YOU CANT SAY SHIT 
BEND UP YOUR BULLETS LIKE “MATRIX”
ALL OF YOU RAPPERS ARE SO FUCKING CYNICAL 
YOU DONT WANNA SEE ME AT MY PINICALE 
I AM THE SAVIOR THE LORD OF THE UNDERGROUND 
ALL OF YOU ROUND ME STILL HANDING SOME HANDY DOWNS
I DIDNT WANNA GO SAY THIS 
I DO NOT FUCK WITH YOUR PLAYLIST 
I HATE THE FACT THAT YOU LIVING 
WONDER THE STATE THAT MY MINDS IN 

YOU WANT MY FADE BET ILL FINISH 
CLEAN UP YOUR BLOOD LIKE THE DISHES 
YOUR MOUTH IS WHERE MY DICK SITS 
YOU DONT HAVE RIGHTS TO TALK SHIT
(x2)

FLIP UP YOUR BODY LIKE YOUR GOING UNDER
BLAST OUT YOUR CHEST AIM WITH POWER OF THUNDER 
BENT YOUR WHOLE LIFE OUT OF BALANCE I WONDER 
IF YOU GOT LOVERS OR MOTHER FUCKER
I DO NOT SEE NO FUCKING OTHER 
I AM THE ONE I GOT NO BROTHERS 
ITS BEEN ME NOT NO FUCKING OTHERS 
I CREATE SHIT NOT FUCKING SLUMBER 
PERFECTING CRAFT NO FUCKING WONDER 
WHY I AM GREATNESS I SEE THE ENDING 
ITS ONLY ME ON THE TOP OF THE BENDING 
GIVE ME RESPECT THAT I FUCKING EARNED 
YOU BETTER HOPE THAT YOU FUCKING LEARNED 
THAT YOU STILL ARENT SHIT BUT A FUCKING WORD
MUSIC IS TRASH YOU NEVER WORKED 
HARDER THAN ME SO BETTER SWERVE 
INTO A LANE WITH NO FUCKING SKILL (x2)
BETTER GO TRUST ME YOU AN EASY KILL

EASY KILL [PROD. LUCYFXR]

fuck me suck me sip my spunk
suck me misses lady like you manson on stage sip my spunk 
this song basic hate it fuck it i dont care ill just have fun
gag this girth grasp it firm
sack of sperm what you earned 
spunk dispersed quench yo thirst 
busted pipe leaking murk 
back on my shit dirt flinging onto it 
pits paws dig coffin quit popping shit kid
that motto aint it end up the end of the cig 
now mama panicking neurotics tripping in climax the flick
she wanna ride tell her polish the rims 
she wanna die thats another sad sim
snuff film for grim population gets trimmed

spunk

prod @pxlse

lyrics snakepitch:

gotta throw up
walk slow no fucks
hit ho hit drugs still
remember that i broke
my will, handsome
but so random
ask me no damn questions
if ya can't live with the answers
went over that empathy
went over that me yeh
my temper
kept ridicilous
energy kept by my believes
when I'm smokin on my cheese
six hundred mili morphine's
already in
side
i take hard hits
fake tucks get hit hard okay
take down their disguise
by catching sight
i wonder
why they still try
I don't know
it's a riddle
world keeps burning
I'm in the middle
circled by flames
circling the sun
snakepitch is enslaved
by this circuit which I can't
interrupt

lyrics apache:

poison ivy
is what i supply
got many bitches dead
from smoking dope that i supply
lacing pills since ninety nine
combine drugs with alkaline
my clients got borderline
sawed off shotty columbine yuh

get yo organs aligned
meth is in my bloodline
try it out dont decline, aye

aye seven bottles in the bando
call me king cuz i got the commando
under bridges is where i hang yo (x2)

4. UNDER BRIDGES (FT. SNAKEPITCH) [PROD. PULSE]

i hate when you breathe w/ goth [prod. pulse]

worms [prod. pulse]

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