lyrics: 

aye one eighty seven
send his ass straight to heaven
556 for that man
it’s a lecture 
if you gotta bitch
hold her hand
for i get her
i snatch up yo bitch 
for i land
n her dms

ion een want her
i jus listen to my demons
when i’m done wit ts
pass her straight to my wing man
ion got a bitch
i’m js sitting her single 
helloween comin
best expect a single 
been working on a album
for like fifty four weeks now
it’s been onna down low
ion drop for the peons
imma drop for my fans
that’s like fifty4 ppl
imma give y’all this shit
then i’m done till this weekend 
give me like a month
imma drop y’all a heater 
nexu sent a beat
and that shit imma eat it
all these other drops
they shit
you don’t need it
all you niggas not on shit
bet yo bitch finna eat it

aye one eighty seven
send his ass straight to heaven
556 for that man
it’s a lecture 
if you gotta bitch
hold her hand
for i get her
i snatch up yo bitch 
for i land
n her dms

187 (prod.saint urya)

PROZAC MUNCHERS ft. aidan jewell & clueless

EXHAUSTED

FIFTY4 DEAD OPPS/MASS SHOOTING

lyrics:

that bitch kinda bad
and she suck dick 
like she a succulent 
hop up on a track
i’m getting mad
i came to suck some tits
fucking shit 
they calling me rabbit
don’t play safe
i do not wrap it
fuck wit fifty
cause a stabbing
if you fuck wit fifty
you get shot right in yo face hoe 
it’s like plastic surgery 
leaving you new face holes
a bagel
that’s what kinda bread you are 
shooting and you missing
like you got the wrong angle
stay faithful 
and fifty gonna bless you
maybe not 10 but like 8 fold
you niggas telling story’s 
all you niggas tellin fables 
when fifty hop on a beat
the sound waves unstable 
when fifty go and drop a track 
the universe just thank him
for this masterpiece 
hopped on this track
and cause like 54 causality’s 
there’s sound in me
i have to find away to get it out me
if rapping all these bars 
if my savior
don’t look so down on me 
instead i get cooking
i’m writing rhymes 
in my book
look at the sky
and get shook
cause when we die
we can’t look

oh you must’ve thought that i was done 
fifty came up out the womb killing shit 
he was born wit a gun 
and his first fucking victim 
was the doctor 
then the nurse 
took them to they funeral
i learned to drive to hearse
and if you think you win fifty
then ur feelings boutta hurt
but you can’t think to much about the mental anguish 
write so much
i’m running out of fucking pages
meet me at the cross roads
like my name was fucking satan
you gon learn to keep me out yo fucking mouth
or you get folded like some paper

SUCCUBUS

ARMAGEDDON

lyrics:

trying this flow 
cause this beat got no melody
fucking yo bitch 
while she laying up next 
she don’t suck dick
but she givin the head me
i catch a nigga 
his brains look like grenadine
hate make me deaf 
i can’t hear what you said to me

i hope you not checking 
on yo bitches messages 
she hit up fifty 
and said she gon let him in
when i be writing these raps
imma letter man
don’t got no jacket 
a hoodie is better man
i keep the pole 
in my pocket 
next to my hand 
that boy got fast feet
we call him the running man
but when i catch him
he finna meet son of man

finna meet jesus 
he finna meet god
that boy was pussy
we killed his faced 
they said i’m so evil
i’ll never meet god 
but he ah be lucky 
if that never happen 
cause he been opp
it’s on sight
i’ll be clapping
i’m killing the angels 
then i’ll go for rappers 
at heavens gates 
imma wait for the rapture 
its like a mass shooting 
just waiting to happen

switching the flow 
and switching the pace up 
i’m sippin official 
you sipping a fake cup
my mouth kinda dry
so i’m sippin a lake up
i’m blowing shit 
like osama bin laden 
i’m fucking yo bitch 
and i’m counting these commas
if i see a lick
then yk imma rob him
if i get a bitch 
don’t want no one around her
i don’t got no patients 
bitch i’m not a doctor 

i’m weighing up packs
i break down like a pound now
you hearin my voice 
and you can’t turn the sound down
i catch you alone 
then you finna get walked down
if i find yo home 
then you not finna walk out


matter fact
turn all yo mf speakers up 
fifty go crazy 
you do not believe in him 
no other rapper
is likely to beat that man
no other rapper can do it like fifty
i’m fuckin yo bitch
got her doin the griddy 
yea fifty get active
when he hit yo city 
yea fifty go crazy
he stay inna kitty 
yea fifty go stupid 
he make niggas lose it
he make niggas mad 
he making em angry
so he just keep going
he fucking they lady 
please stop the talking
it’s not much to say 
keep running yo lips
imma run you da fade
keep running you mouth
put a hole in yo face

SWEET LIKE GRENADINE

LEONIDAS

SUCCUBUS PT. 2

(Markki prod.)

:lyrics:

You are the one 
Who makes me feel the things I feel 
The bolts in my head
Can’t stop me from feeling dead 

I know that it’s my fault I know that it’s mine 
The brain of a young frankinstine

PROZAC MUNCHERS ft. aidan jewell & clueless

FIFTY4

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