𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖄𝖔𝖚 ✂ - - -

IG: @sclssorhand
IG: @triplesixdelete

LYRICS:
How does one cure himself
When there's no hope for change
How does one free themselves
When they're too blind to see the chains
The answer is
They can't
And you expect me to be able too?
Maybe you can
I can't.

It's 20SixSix Mid apocalypse 
Post global conflict, life: exodus 
The two last men watched the earth go blitz
Left no evidence both blown to bits
Back when the government called martial law
US president said maul them all
Human disconnect, "don't think, just brawl"
A new way to live, Lifestyle: assault

Chance of organic life wasted
Egomaniacs think we're sacred
"Save our little planet" nah waste it
We were fucked from the get go bitch face it
Wake up
"How did it get like this?"
Wake up 
"Why is it like this?"
Wake up
All y'all shoulda stayed woke goodbye good luck bitch rest in piss 
Ugh

LIFESTYLE: ASSAULT (prod. triplesixdelete)

So... Went a bit mad on this one. Enjoy!

Cover by CHERO: https://soundcloud.com/chero03
[PROD. AMAYMXN]
Lyrics:

Bitch I'm going outta my mind like ay
Shit spinning round can't feel my face
I'm a muhfucker with a death wish, dead this
When i come through you're a dead bitch ay
Bitch I'm cursed and I'm fucked up
I sniff a line and im fucked up
Not on gang shit, but I run cults
Dont give a fuck, don't give a fuck
Chatting like your big but you won't do shit
You're a stupid prick acting like some bitch that's it
Cough on my fucking dick and deal with it
Get out my fucking way, why try and front, you got nothing to say. 
Bitch don't be fucking playing, just know my fucking name...
Amay

Bitch pussy fuck, watch me land an uppercut to your face. 
yeah I'm a dickhead you're a bitch and a waste
I'm bringing hell now. x2

Wanna talk problem? I got enough, I don't know if I'll solve em
But if I'm honest I keep the devil around for the shit that was promised 
Think that I've lost it, can't handle shit so I'm popping narcotics
Everyone looking robotic, talking a lot on that topic
Now muhfucking drop it
Rocking severed fucking heads under the light of the moon
Yeah bitch I'm reckless and relentless, coming straight from the toon
Don't give a fuck about your crew or how the fuck I am viewed
I'll sacrifice ya fucking bitch in the nude... Ha!

im a demon from the north east
Banished from the heavens
Creeping from my tomb
you all tremble at my presence
Born from the dirt and the filth
shit wasn't pleasant 
Imma take the fucking world
Like this shits Arma-fucking-geddon 
Switching my flow like the edge of my blade
And they should've killed me before I was made
Rising up now and I'm no longer tame
Bow to my fucking name... amay
They should've killed me before I was made
They should've killed me

Bitch pussy fuck, watch me land an uppercut to your face. 
yeah I'm a dickhead you're a bitch and a waste
I'm bringing hell now. x2

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PANDEMONIUM

Made in pure flow.
i poured my soul and emotions into this track

lyrics 
Energy in me
Bleed here 
Meet me at the end 
With my past ay

Like it's never been alone 
How you know 
Bitch I wanna get it ou fuck you though like I've never got a thought how you know 
I just wanna spend it all alone 
Fall like this show hoe
Four 
Back from hell alone 
In this world you know it's so hard oh no 

I'ma die alone 
I'ma cry again 
I'ma lie with the pain 
I'ma fight 

So 
Here you know what it's like 
Now be sad feel my pain 
In my zone never lie 
Leave me pain 
Go don't be weak
We just fall it's my bitch 
Smokin' dope 
How you feel?

Now it's gettin' real 
I'ma bleed right here

Break me down for nothin' why you treat me like I'm nothin'? 
Watch me when I'm cryin' cause you like it when I'm dyin' 
Fight with me never been so insane I'ma bleed

Bleed with me (prod. Cryx)

RED OCTOBER [PROD. HADES]

@endoindigo
@navvvi
https://soundcloud.com/prodskami

She Don't Like You For Your Opinions, Only The New Gucci Fanny Pack /w Indigoendo (prod. skami)

FUCKERY w/ Kill Ebola

@biv


lyrics


what in the world has it happened to this 
and i feel like it’s stupid i’m pissing out shit 
from the bag the xanax i’m popping you bitch 
like who in the fuck are you speaking it with 
all those people you have in your circle 
not with the action you talking bout hurdles 
i’ve over come almost everything 
and hearing bout bitches and diamond rings

im bout to bust and aim at shit
bullets through almost everything 
y’all don’t look at subtle things 
only what everyone can bring 

i will go aim at every entrance 
popping with smoke like a bad intention 
all of you rappers are just infections 
learn your lesson four fake depression 
idiot stay out my fucking mentions 
you wanted this now you fucking get it 
selling your soul for a golden pendant 
bitch i’ll send it bitch i’ll send it 

YOU RUNNING WHAT GOT NO PULSE RUNNING FLAT 
ALL OF THEM SINGING THE WORDS IM IN FACT 
DYING IN CIRCLES I CUT ALL OF THAT 
WRIST WHAT I DRAG I  NO FUCKING LACK 


THE WORLD SPINNING SLOWER AS I FUCKING CHOKE 
I HOPE TO GOD THAT THE DEVIL GRABBED MY ROPE 
KICKING AND FLAILING IM SEEING MY ENDING ITS OVER AND OVER THE WALLS STARTED BENDING 
IM OPEN TO STARTING AGAIN BUT THERES NOTHING 
THE WORLD BECOMES DUST UNDERNEATH MY DEPRESSION 
HEARTS BEATING SLOWER AS I STARTED FENDING ALL FOR MYSELF WHAT GENIUS LESSON

@biv

Top class, any bitch with a flat ass,
Have this man feignin for the cat,
Pussy make this fucka runnin back,
Seems a fucka been cummin fast,
Pain misery, you feel that?
You expecting me to feel bad?
Below the belt, finna hit that,
Self respect get tossed back,
Don't be comin when she fall back,
Now's the time for the relapse,
Get out of pocket, get your jaw cracked,
Need a broad like a hole in the cap,
Thought maybe you would like that,
Ya body count been false facts,
Your life bluer than my ballsack,

If I take it back, attach, she throw it back,
Now that's a fact, to pass ya act, there's no attatch, and further more we notice that, you think you slick, you hold my jack, you hold my pack, my nuts in fact, I busted in and out just like the trap,
I got my smile like mask,

Fuckas gone get it poppin,
Dick swingin man, that shit knockin,
6 inches got ya bitch rockin,
Fuck the profit, I don't share pockets,
Call it what you want it, call it like I got it,
I see talk, but the walk is silent,
The walk is silent

Say what you need,
I'm just speaking peace,
Supreme class, 
I claim fuckery

Can't trust ya face, you place ya case, and blame the way you think, and what the people say, you dug ya grave, and can't escape, ya fold ya ways, don't come around, this ain't ya place, you waste of space, a mothafucka wanna play these games,

Take that bitch on a getaway,
Bitches pussy like a giveaway,
Brother man, do the runnin man,
Spend a 100 bands, if the bitch will stay,
We ain't never gonna be the same,
Another level like we Escalade, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh

You finna ghost that's fine now, yuh 
Had my brothers since 09, yuh
Never been trippin when it's go time, yuh
Only time you score, when it's foul line, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh

I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN YOU (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. BIV]

cover art by yours truly
produced by the amazing @0186

Lyrics : 

[NECROLYNN]

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out 

spill your guts on the floor it's too late now
when you look down the bore it's too late now
when my face stained with blood it's too late now
gotta fist full of gore it's too late now

they call me heart seeker, I am your fever
Bloodletter make it flow let you weaken
ain't no soul reaper I am your terror
Gagged & bound her it won't get better

nightmare ethereal
I am visceral
fade to oblivion
and delirium

[FENRIR]

Running through the six 
And i got your fucking bitch
I dont talk to no snitch 
Hope u leaving feeling sick 

Boy im selling bricks 
Boy u know i got dat stick 
You are acting like prick 
Load the pistol hear a click

Bursting through your fucking door 
Shooting out hit the floor
Talking shit u want some more 
I dont care you fucking whore

Swish and a flick vingardium leviosa
Harry potter shit boy im a fucking loner 

Firing bazooka 
Cat piss super soaker
Got u in my scope yuh 
Kill u make u float yuh

Got the money in the bag 
Now im running from the twelve 
Im about to give you hell 
Getting locked up in a cell 

Cut on my wrist 
Suicide make a hit 
Dead in a ditch 
I got Knives in my kit

Røykt meg dum 
E så ung 
E så tung 
Trenger bom

Men an bør være god for eg skal dele an med 2

Make that fucking pussy suffer 
Dump the body in the gutter 
Tired of this cookie cutters 
Cut their stomach like it butter
Magic fucking cock 
I got rocks in my sock 
Lack emotions like im spock 
Born in blood no i wont stop

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out

GUNS OUT FT. FENRIR [PROD. 0186]

Raging alcoholism type track. 
@c3of
@lvstforpain
@ventingpalace
prod @wyntyr
Art @c3of @ventingpalace

[LORD DISTORTION]
Fuck an opp
Head leaking throw the molotov
Saw it off
Pussy pull up and he falling off
Fuck your set
Tuck that semi with the hover jet
Bus it then
Flip that product boutta come again

Lethalist weapon I'm trippin not seeing direction
Its Feverish dreams in a separate dimension
Firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
Get left in the river so seeping and wetted

I whip out the beam and its ended
I sell to fiends in the section
Fuck with the piece with the weapon
I pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
Spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
Got your girl in the bottomless depths

[PAPA SLEEP]
Break in your house and I kick in your head
Sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
Pigs pull me over I know that a cop died

I'm boutta bust
You bite the dust
Rip off the crust
No one to trust

Too much testorone blow out your veins
Play dead like a possum you all the same
You boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
You got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

Baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
Dirty stick I pick it up right up off the ground
You so greasy cant get bound down
Bounce out
Ain't about the Gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[LVST]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u pussys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles bitch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

pussy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[VENTING PALACE]
I'M KICKIN THE BUCKET BITCH FUCK THIS
I NEED A NYMPHO WHO LOCKS LIPS
YOU AND YOUR OTHER STAY SMOKIN' THAT CAT PISS
RUN UP ON THE SET YOU GET PRICKED LIKE A CACTUS

TIP TOEING
SNEAK DISSIN'
DABBIN' UP
SOME LIVE RESIN
QUIT BITCHIN'
THE RAP GAME IS MY MISSION
YOUR FLOWS LAME
AIN'T CREATIVE
YOU BETTER GET BETTER
BEFORE WE TAKE OVER BOY
WHY ARE YOU FLEXIN
YOUR MUSCLES LOOK FRAGILE BOY
I KEEP A KNIFE IN MY CORDUROYS
JUST IN CASE ANYONE LACKIN JOY

GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP
GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP

GAZA 2500 w/ SAINT SLEEP, LVST, VENTING PALACE [PROD. LUCY WYNTERS]

FT. - @depthstrida
PROD. - @kirawthesavior

<3 luv u guys

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SMIRKING ft. DEPTH STRIDA (PROD. KIRAW)

Are we having fun yet?
Produced by: @obssscure
Lyrics:
I Handle suppressors that man gonna enter
He slip out the cut put that Hand in the blender
We Gonna pop out we demanding an answer
To nothing compliance becoming my standard

Lil ways
I got all these shits to make
Bitch I fuck around she giving top while on the interstate
I'm about to eat from all the items on your dinner plate
Now I'm feeling hungry mother fucker gonna slip away

Now I got bugs
Now I got slugs
He was just talking but now he be done
I dont need love
I dont need drugs
I just need homie to shut the fuck up

Like why is he speaking hes spoken enough
Boy get a beating like he be a drum
Broke the machine and we taking the sum
Like What is he pulling we put on the gloves

We gon dump his weight off
Make the rounds and break off
Put the pressure on a leech
And we cut the snake off

Dont get caught in the cross hairs uhh
pull up bitch and it's all air uhh
So much grind that it's not fair uhh
Up on your house and we stop there uhh

Say that your homies all brought they guns
Dont see shit
Cept your all scared fuck
Bitch wanna see you prepared for none
No witness gonna tell no one

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I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN YOU (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. BIV]

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