does someone have the mp3 file of ''DONT JUDGE A CORPSE BY ITS TOE TAG'' made by fenrir and siera666 because it got taken of all platforms i know of and i would like to listen to it again

Hermano, la escucho mil veces y aun así la repito xd que loco bro.

Mano no dejo de escucharla xd que te pasa ajajaja

DEMON SQUAD FEAT. FILTHYWAYZ & NOVISION PROD. DESTROY PLUTO

PRODUCED AND FEATURING THE BIG MAN HIMESELF @DEPTHSTRIDA

Lyrics:

Depth Strida:

Bitch you’ll flow like a pack
Lookin like a dirty rat
I’m just here to get rich 
uh huh
I wanna smoke on the pack
I wanna roll with the gat 
Let me set up your whole fuckin clique
Uh huh
One breath I go stealth
My blade beside of me’s myself
My berrett is never gon miss
Uh huh
Put some knife through yo chest
And yo eyes states the past
Make your soul fade away real swift
Uh huh

NO IM NOT SURPRISED 
BITCH IM BOUTTA PUT YOUR LIGHTS OUT
THIS AINT NO BASEBALL
BITCH YOU WONT GET NO TIME OUT
DISARM HIS WEAPON AND IM PULLING
THE MAG OUT
YOU WONT STAND A CHANCE
THERES NO WAY HE CAN BREAK OUT
SOLDIERS MOVING FORWARD
AND IM FIGHTING MY WAY THROUGH IT

Undead Ronin:

I’m fucked up 
With that blade
Fucked up
Pull the pistol out my pocket
Leave you real fucked up
Sig Sauer wit extendo 
Leaking from the bullet holes
Never fuck around with Ronin
Strida leave you dead 
Nobody gon come and then play
Throw down yo hand
Man my hand is insane
Ace up my sleeve with a king and a queen
Ain’t no king here but me 
Got no queen lemme see
Yeah hoe
Wanna play with a god leave you free
Free from yo body no physical chi
Blocking yo chakras and sever connections
No stepping to me man
You gotta do better than that

You dishonor what was sacred
Plunge that blade into your gut
Yeah the mask around my face
Is all you see before you cut 
Rip away 
let it drain
Mercenaries bring the pain
Yeah bitch they raining on these pussies
RIP AND TEAR CAUSE IMMA SLAY

TAKE YO EYES
VISION TURNING BLACK NOW
FADE TO GREY
BLEEDING FROM THE FACE NOW
I AM ALONE
SHOW RESPECT TO ME
YOU AINT GONNA FIGHT
YOU AINT A THING TO ME

Stop the drama
Better stop the plight 
Fuck
I wanna catch you in my sight

STOP
TALKING BOUT ME
GET OUT MY LANE
FUCK OUT MY FACE
RIGHT NOW
I’M ON EDGE TODAY
ONE MORE FUCKING THING
I’M FILLING VACANT GRAVES
DON’T CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE
COMING AND FUCKING UP PEOPLE
WHO NEVER GON LEARN THE WAY

Depth Strida:

He don’t know that he don’t want no beef wit me
He don’t know I really smite so easily
So I bump into him and take his phone with me
Mercenaries have the rope and we be calling bitch

SIG SAUERS

SIG SAUERS (feat. Depth Strida) [prod. DEVILJIN]

Produced  by Gullyspit 

Art by Roch links below to his shit hes crazy
https://twitter.com/1998_roch
https://www.instagram.com/1998roch/


Lyrics:
Verse 1:
got no fingers left to count 
I need drugs in high abundance 
mixed with things I can’t pronounce 
lay down in the dirt 
you got me feeling like a hound 
copper wire strip it
we can sell it by the pound 
they don’t wanna see me but 
I’m looking through the peephole
y’all are so far under me 
you do not look like people 
spittin in they face 
cause they tried to say I’m evil 
injections looking lethal 
I’m nothing but a needle 

Pre-Chorus:

this ain’t really fun for me 
bitch I don’t want your
company
you play playing all these games
and you do it just to fuck w me
you wonder what’s been
up with me
why I don’t share 
your gluttony
cause I don’t eat w swine
go ahead 
enjoy the slop tray

Chorus:
keep on eating till you die 
grind up all the plastics 
and fresh the insecticides 
bits of metal in your teeth 
and asbestos in the gumline
shots off in the distance
they sound just like a drumline 
Bridge:
operator  
why don’t people kill the president?
sincerely signed a law abiding good for nothing citizen 
they keep on building prisons from the profits of our medicine
the business really booming but I’m looking like a skeleton

I’m feeling used 
you feel rejected 
let’s go have baby 
and let’s use it as a weapon 
driving down the freeway
smoke keep coming out the engine
zombies get to walking 
hoping they making it to heaven okay

imma need to see your license  
hands up on the wheel 
and baby just ignore the sirens
we don’t need to hear you 
this works better when it’s silent 
aiming at the skies 
screaming welcome to the violence 

Prechorus

Chorus

Slop Tray

Something.
With @kill_dyll
Prod @akvri & @estheticgloom

FOUR DOOR W/ KILL DYLL [PROD. AKVRI & ESTHETIC GLOOM]

https://soundcloud.com/gigipolar
https://soundcloud.com/the0000

Get it Done

Get it Done W/ GiGi Polar

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

TRACK 3 of the "PEST" EP

written/performed by fxckjamie & deevt
produced by skinnydrag 
cover art by fxckjamie

BLOODY SPIT (FEAT. DEEMXNN) [PROD. SKINNYDRAG]

9 To 5

LYRICS:

Open up my mind thoughts escape the vortex

Bullet hole in his head, smoke inside his cortex 

Keep in they place airforce 1 stomping on they neck 

bite the bullet, trigger pull it, I will kill for disrespect 

————-

I WILL KILL FOR DISRESPECT 

(RIP HIS FUCKING HEART OUT)

I WILL KILL DISRESPECT

(TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK THEY WANT NOW)

I WILL KILL FOR DISRESPECT 
————

STAND ABOVE THEM ALL

UP THE KNIFE AND STAB THEIR HEAD AND THEN I WATCH THEM FALL

BREAK THE PHONE SO YOU CANT CALL
——-

TRAP THE PREY I TAKE THEIR LIFE AND THE BODY I DISOLVE

DRINK THE BLOOD AND ACID BONES IM SNAPPIN WHILE I SUFFER FROM WITHDRAWL

(FUCK)

———-

I WILL KILL FOR DISRESPECT

(FUCK)

I WILL KILL FOR DISRESPECT

KILL4DISRESPECT (Prod. MXLTHAEL)

Loose Lips (feat. gullyspit)

[Prod.ELE]
ig: bit.ly/38cKuIa
yt: bit.ly/2T9RKAr
ft. @biv
artwork: www.instagram.com/bezdna.ar/

https://open.spotify.com/track/2ZUeWeiLo9NbWW9njFA8M9?si=Fct7Lm0oS2KHr0Oz8miPPQ

[ELE]
pistol on my hip
no shit
i dont fuck with you
not a little bit
who do you want to mess with? 

pistol on my hip
no shit
i dont fuck with you
not a little bit
who do you want to mess with? 

what do you want from me
big blunts on my balcony 
i dont give a shit i destroy what i see
we all just want to be free 
move in the hood 
dont fuck with my crew
you fucking fool
imma fucking ghoul

[Biv]
I been real forward with the shit,
Tired of the same face, prayin on a bitch,
I don't wanna ice my wrist,
Making sure my fam right and feed my kids,
All bricks flipped,
On some real shit,
Actin like you new fit,
Blue print,
Stuck in roofless,
2 door coupe, but it's worthless,
Suffer for the time, but it's worth it,
Talkin like they workin,
I'm certain they certainly, gettin my purpose,
I can't help the persons,
Only disturbing,
The Peace inside my mind,
Been keeping me hurtin,

Import the portions, split it with the fortune,
Fuckas hang in porches,
Life just distorted,
Actin like importance,
Fuckas abortion,
You fuckas abortion

Thanks so much,
Bitch fucked my shit up,
I think we know who the problem is, yuh
Got what you want, bitch I hope it's enough,
Got what you want, bitch I hope it's enough,

Stream on Spotify!

Show Yourself (ft.Biv)

Second Channel: https://soundcloud.com/fenrirsecond
Banner by Papa Sleep: https://soundcloud.com/c3of

MFNF

Digital Dissonance

Get it Done W/ GiGi Polar

FENRIR

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