Fred Vandal - Let's Go To Hell (Prod. SAMASHI)

Fred Vandal - MaskOnMyFace (Prod. Dead Retire)

Zone Feat. FredVandal "Rot" (Prod. Netuh)

Fred Vandal - Lonliness (Prod. Keko Beats)

Fred Vandal - I Know/So What (Prod. x10derrick)

Now That's What I Call Music

pop my shit (Prod.LinksXJockinSlim)

what you talking bout?  (prod. eleboiii)

"Kreepin"(Prod By. Plure)

"Kill Em Like That"(Prod By. DEXTAH)

Lyric



Fuckin up the microphone like chromosomes 
When you gassin Nitro On
This brain on drugs, ignite the stove
Blow proportions with a missile strikin flow, Suicidal knowledge that I hold 
Will leave yo mind cold 
Death be followin me with a mindful 
Demented spirits say I'm their idol 
Fuck wit me and I'll damage yo title 
Taking fire out of the Bible 
Blast heat and I'll burn you 
Ask me and I'll curse you 
Lazy wimpy bitches who be actin never earned truth uhh 
Comin for yo mental 
Infest it wit some devils
Flowin like the blood in the rental
you be leakin quick when the season sick 
Livin in instrumentals
fucked up souls I send to 
the screen that screech, shits never gentle 
Call it purgatory cause it ain't heaven or hell so catch an L hoe
I never fell low and if did I jus melt cold
Ina casket, sleepin wit my automatics



Live wit it, Sick wit it
Fuckin up the cut Coffin Clique yuh
Live wit it, Sick wit it 
Coffin Clique, Flipped Cruifix uhh
Been the shit 



Coffin Clique been equipped wit demons 
See the unfit and kill em til the leakin 
Blood clots and shit you'll never see em 
That's how I leave em, they be fienin 
Give em a taste that puts em deep in a hole; Heat when I flow 
like a heat from a pole 
See me then I'm ghost
Feel the reaper in yo soul 
Lotta criminal thoughts in my mind
I grip and pull glocks then bust five
slugs in crippled skulls got you euthanized 
Start rituals on any mic I'm givin uh
Fuckin up wit elemental shiftin uh 
Latitudes get tilted and lifted boy
Grip spirits and pull off they skin like rawhide 
Cleaver smashing describes my 
raw rhymes 
Bomb mics like on sight everyday all day Til Death On Mines 
Feelin God Like when I Pop might
Like popeye Finna drop mics wit an odd right 
Backwards livin everyday I can replay back to an off time 
Always fuckin up but continue to on fine
open scars leave you soft you ain't the hard kind 
Visions blinded by bear claws, I been raw
From the Salt Tribe 
Comin and grabbin ours at all time 
Peelin villains quicker 
than spittin, illin, killin 
wit the rippin I'm slashing the gimmicks
Come and bury the timid, I'm never finish
Til I roll up they rigid corpse 
Smokin up the sickest scorch 
That Vandel Product 
Fuckin wit me yeah you really don't wanna



Sick wit it, Fuck wit it 
Come and fuck wit it
Til Deaht comin in 
Coffin Clique, been tha shit 


Flipped Coffin (prod. LethalNeedle)

THIS IS MY OLD MUSIC,


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Fred Vandal - I Know/So What (Prod. x10derrick)

Ol, Skool Vandal