prod.Kiraw 
Artwork : @MVRTYR

*Lyrics*

(NIKKO)
Ain't no such thing as love
Hearts a bottomless pit
You dying the 6th
And tonight is the 5th
Watch what's out your mouth
Or I'm letting it spit
Yuh grim reap
On the side of my hip
Straight smoking a cig waiting for me to rip
Size of my dick
Every pussy got grip

(K.V.N)
Yuh yuh
Every pussy got lip
How the fuck I'm only 22 I ain't quit
How the fuck you looking at me jealous
You a bitch
Worry bout another motherfucker
Ride dick
(Aye) I don't wanna fuck with nobody I got my squad
You can get the fuck out if you ain't playing your part
Bitch I'm raising the bar
You ain't on shit I'm making these hits in my car
Bitch yuh
Aye, life is just a gamble don't get fist fucked
Aye , lookin in the mirror like "bitch what"
Uh , niggas know the truth but don't say shit huh
That's why you fake and I don't fuck with you I'm sick bruh

(NIKKO)
Ain't no such thing as love
Hearts a bottomless pit
You dying the 6th
And tonight is the 5th
Watch what's out your mouth
Or I'm letting it spit
Yuh grim reap
On the side of my hip
Straight smoking a cig waiting for me to rip
Size of my dick
Every pussy got grip

(NIKKO)
Cocks out
For any pussy got lip
Bitch I ride round with an oppas head on a stick
Outside the crib blood drip from my kicks
How the fuck you think we leaving footprints in this bitch nigga
It's all set
Soon as he gon walk in, knock off his head
And I love the way they drip when they're -
All red
Mix an outcast in the drink they sipping and drop dead
Xel get 'em

(Xelishurt)
Ay yuh
Life is a bottomless pit
Need a goth bitch so bad slit on her wrists
She need a nigga thats pissed yuh
A nigga like this yuh
Sky so sunny these the days that i miss yuh
Run up in a store with a bag i dont miss huh
See the 9 bang minus 3 now its 6 yuh
King with a crown in my town you a little bitch
I might let it shoot like a star bitch
Make a wish
Take another risk yuh
Baddest of the bitch yuh
Niggas talk shit meeting 5 like my fist yuh

GR!P

GR!P ft. K.V.N & Xelishurt (prod.Kiraw)

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Prod: Hoods

PICTURESQUE (Prod. Hoods)

You’re such a fuck up

Get on your knees & suck all my nut up

Bitch you can get fucked

I’m tired of all of your shit



You’re so invasive

You’re a replacement

You are not real

How could you feel?

How with a heart so black

How when you be so whack



Bitch I go tit for tat

I’ll Break your wrist

I’ll smack your face

I’ll kiss your lips



Cause it’s game to me

I like to play angrily 

I am a demon saint to see

I ball wit god, snapping his ankles

I don’t do selfies, fuck all these angles

Satan himself, married an angel

Fuckin the world, I’m goin anal

I’m goin crazy



Bitch it’s onsight
Stabbed in the chest wit a pick made of ice
Evidence would be gone by the end of the
Said a diss now he’ll fall to the edge of my knife

He a riddance so I wouldn’t really fidget if he die
Got him pleading for his life, not on sentimental vibes
Gonna visit in your mind like I was Freddy the whole time
Should be wishing to survive I’m bouta confiscate your life



I’m doing something… bash your head you’ll remember nothing

I won’t stop cuz the blood keep rushing

I won’t knock at the door I bust in

Your life is useless, living in an illusion

People be Medusa, send em to Anubis

Bitch who the hell, told you to try me I’m perfect like cell

See your death your face go pale

Nobody will live to tell, demon I got 9 tails

Keep your ego around your face, I’ll make sure that your organs fail

Make him go missing no one found him now he on a carton of milk

Fake sum shit up on the gram I’ll show you wtf is real

I’m doing something… bash your head you’ll remember nothing

I won’t stop cuz the blood keep rushing

I won’t knock at the door I bust in

Your life is useless, living in an illusion

People be Medusa, send em to Anubis

Bitch who the hell, told you to try me I’m perfect like cell

See your death your face go..





I MAY BE CRAZY BUT I’M ALSO SMART AS FUCK

MAKIN ME THE BIGGEST THREAT

WE IN VEGAS PRESS YOUR LUCK

ROBIN HOOD, YOU FRIAR FUCK

Waist banding, while I’m sucked



Find out if I keep it tucked

I’m not asking questions

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

You is soft

That’s why you lose

You lack any resolve

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

UPPER MOON DEATH THREAT

Angels Rest

OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS.
VIDEO OUT NOW ON MY CHANNEL: https://youtu.be/DyvUFSkrdHE

stogie! (PROD. RULZ ON)

lyrics:
ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker 
Get a grip 
How am I supposed to pretend 
That they’re not the only 
Thing I have left 

ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next morherfucker 
Get a grip 
how am i supposed to pretend that they not the only thing I got left 
I’ve been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker get a grip 
should i listen to the voice in my head ?
like 
will you think about me in the end ?
Do u ever think 
What the fuck would happen if I died 
Today 
who would rly lose their mind , and whos gonna fake a cry today 
who’s gonna get fucked up when shit gets rough ?
And who’s gonna post 
like bro I wish I would’ve known what u was going thru u lied to me 
Boy u cannot hide from me 
Hope I make u lie awake 
haunted house 
Lot of scary thoughts that live inside of me
Crawling thru your mind today 
Lets do this the violent way 
You know Shit get dark
 man shout my fuckin bro in spider gang 

I got mothafuckas tryna be like me 

Bitch shut the fuck up cos you know I am the enemy

You wanna feature pussy boy you really wanna get that free 

You don’t really wanna be what I be 
Wanna be knees deep in the scene 
When I’m Creepin up watchin you flee 

Imma roll like fo five deep in the back with a back pack sat with a black cap 

You don’t really wanna stand when I grab that 

Mac flow cold mothafucka where the bag at 

Never wanna be the one to run bitch it’s fun to stun 
Oh man can he rap that? 

Pussy mothafucka really wanna buck up but I put em in bag bitch I’m bad better stand back 

I’m a web spinner 
Voice like winter 
bass thump 
Knockin out ur teeth ur splinters 
will u think about me when i pull when i pull up in the Audi 
will u think about when this is all distant 

damn gasp i don’t think they get it 
like this bag of treats is mine to keep no way in hell i split it 
lie and say you care about me 
if you had the chance you’d out me 
all pretend until the end but none you fucks can live without me 

listen bitch just face it 
but for me youre way too basic 
that boys face get mutilated 
if he wanna test my patience 
welcome to the slaughter round here everyones a monster 
in disguise, feeding lies till its your blood in the water

ive been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker 
Get a grip 
how am i supposed to pretend that they not the only thing I got left 
I’ve been seeing ghosts of my friends 
like you next motherfucker get a grip 
should i listen to the voice in my head ?
like 
will you think about me in the end

savage ga$p and kamaara- ghost in the shell┏(-Д-┏)～ w/ sxmpra (prod. dwilly)

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

out on all platfroms

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

Lyrics:

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests 
I'm moving lethal i'm never no less
I ain't got a PC just specs on the tec
Ain't sayin you won't make it but boy it's a - stretchhh
Like i'm stretchin your flesh 
Fuck bout no money I want my respect 
I'm pressing this piece to his head make a mess 
Could call me Paul Walker , i'm fast as it gets

One down lay dead 
We get down like that
Said i'm gon rain fire 
When I tote my fire 
Watch how my glock hi-top skin fades -
This beam his face 
Girl i'm riding round whats the location 
Pull up with the drive by leave his home vacant 
Boy you know that you could die bout this money i'm making 
All this muhfuckin paper
Chasing
Horns pierce the skin on my head call me Satan 
Say that I ain't bout it at this point you hatin
Scythe with the hoodie they know that I'm takin yo

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests uh 
Like insects, best watch where they step 
Incense, want smoke , cigarette 
Infected and i'm seeing red
You will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 

Pest
 
Pest

PEST

NIKKO - PEST (prod. Kiraw)

lyrics:
power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums 
drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 

my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur
i pull the blade and carve a path 
for all the spirits walking earth 
look at me and see a god 
who never got what i deserve 
my superstitions cracking portals 
far below is where i lurk 
i don’t try, that shit behind me 
double homis on the verse 
uh 
ay
i get the cake and i move on 
she get it shaking i’m too gone 
but i know she be shaking to whose songs? 
(resurrect)
brought the straps in the back of the u-haul
acrobatic, my tools strong 
it don’t matter, i damage then cool off 
you get bruised, dawg

power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums, drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 
my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

Faceless forever together we rot.

[ alt - https://soundcloud.com/blanketgoblin ]

Angels Rest

Faceless 1-7

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