I love you all.
For those of you left behind,
I told you.

Enjoy, as always
- Fukkit (Alex)

Is This Beauty?

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$WAG


hook 


there ain’t no one like me,
ain’t no one got my mind,
Sticking to the script cant go switching up the lines,
Got yo bitch comin thru,
finna break her spine,
Ima pretty motherfucker shorty call me Calvin Klein,

Lean with it rock,
swaggin when I walk,
pro pot puffer pill popper on and off,
never off the clock cause the gram stay on the clock,
I don’t need no Grammy I can make the panties drop,

bitch made that boy bitch made he a blood sucka,
put him on the news bet he feel like Tom tucker,
hand on that bitch moth shorty say she wanna smother,
boy you ain’t no big stunta, shut yo dick sucker,


Verse


if that bitch wanna slide tell that hoe my crib the monkey joes, 
bouncing up and down make that bitch look like she jumping rope,
yes I am a flunkie not no junkie just a punk at soul, 
Snortin lines of shit that I don’t know I got a bloody nose,

fucked up fucked up fucked up,
Who the fuck walkin round talkin like they tough,
if yo bitch a dime then my bitch a hundred bucks,
I ain’t come to chill bitch I came to get the succ,


hook 



YY RELOAD 


hook 


switch it up I hit that yy reload,
Run it up now I need the dinero,
maybe I fucked on yo bitch,
yung mekel the new Ben Shapiro,

blowin up just like soda and mentos,
Don’t got one pistol I’m goin akimbo,
yo bitch got bodies like bohemian temple,
Fucked up when I’m whippin the rental,

Self made I’m a superstar,
In yo bitch pussy more than you are,
popping out the blue like a nude cop,
perfect aim when I shoot shots,

countin money I don’t share it with her,
blowin gas ima air bender,
Pussy boy soft as a care bear,
I seen ya at the welfare center,


Verse


dudely dudely duh that pussy boy talkin we rip thru his cut, hey,
55 rounds in this drum that’s gonna be 55 rounds in yo slut, hey,

I fucked that bitch In the ass, hey,
there wasn’t a test that I passed, hey, 
pull up I’m pressing the gas,
mofuckas talk but ain’t flexin no cash, hey,

yea I’m stickin needles not no junkie I do voodoo, 
yung mekel a demigod on god you should call me yung cuthulu, 
And I’m on yo shawty list I bet it’s a to-do,
You is a bitch go start a YouTube,
I put his face on a sweater remind me of fubu,
talkin that shit you get hit with a two two, uhh,


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@wtfm3k3l

$WAG//YY RELOAD (PROD. @TRACYZOMIE & @CRVLLLY)

Unknown Album

NASCAR ALOE - Fast (w/ MYAGI)

Uh , bitch! I might jus break yo teeth (break yo teeth)

All these stupid fucking idiots always testing me ! (Testing me) 

Yea , bitch I don’t retreat ! Put you on the fucking ground until I make you bleed

(Aaaahh)

yea , Now he a casualty (d-d-die)

im immortal ! Leave em purple dumb bitch it ain’t sweet 

No fucks like a virgin , I’m the type to drag em down the street (little bitch!)

Put you underneath I stay on top like an apostrophe

Constantly! Bitch I’m always smoking on that broccoli 
Hard as me bitch I see no one jus speaking honestly 
Comedy , smack you like Chris rock there ain’t no probably 
Get that through your head I use my blade for a lobotomy 

Sick of all these fuckboys on my dick jus get em off of me (get em off of me)

U must not value yo fucking life cus there’s no stopping me (bitch)

These demons haunting me control unconsciously
(Bitch)

These demons haunting me control unconsciously

Uh , bitch! I might jus break yo teeth (break yo teeth)

All these stupid fucking idiots always testing me ! 

Uh Yea , bitch I don’t retreat ! Put you on the fucking ground until I make you bleed

BREAK YO TEETH! -(PROD.HEXEL)

YTRID - TRAPITY TRAP - (PROD. ABI)

FATSLUT X YTRID - SUPER DUPER MONEY - (PROD. MASONMANSON)

DECEPTION

zinoblade - gxt mai back w GEMSTXNE

iwanafeelwanted prod me

ENGINEERED BY: RARE AKUMA

SINGLE OFF "IS THIS BEAUTY?"

SECOND OFFICIAL PROJECT, FIRST ONE OF 2017

SEE U SOON >:)

WITH LOVE

- THE FUKKSTER

Lyrics:

PULL UP THEY KNO ME ITS YOUNG COLLEGE DROPOUT IM HARD MY DICK POP OUT YO FACE IM GON STOMP OUT I DANCE ON YO BODY I SHOOT WHILE THE COP OUT IM HIGH BOUT TO LOG OUT SHE PULLIN MY COCK OUT/ RAPPING MY JOB BUT I STILL AINT DID INTERVIEWS SHE WANT ME FUCKIN HER SLOW LIKE AN INTERLUDE LIVING WIT SORROWS THAT'S DEEPER THAN SWIMMING POOL BODY HIS BITCH AND LEAVE HER IN THE LIVING ROOM/ GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY/ ALL YOU NIGGAS IS BASIC Y'ALL HEAR ME OKAY?/
IMMA BEAT THE WHOLE FUCK OUT YA FACE, PISS ON YO GRAVE, LOOKIN AT YOU ITS A SHAME/ EVERYBODY WHO POPPIN TALK SHIT ON MY NAME I DONT NEED NO CONNECTIONS AND STILL I GET FACE AINT NO SIGNAL IN HERE WTF IS U SAYING NO CONTROLLIN ME NIGGA CAUSE I DO NOT PLAY/

G.T.F.O.M.W. [PROD. CRESYLIC]

MIXED BY CHRIS VAYLE

lyrics:

MIAMI SMOOTH CRIMINAL/
IN YO LIVING ROOM/
EXCELLENCE LIVING PROOF/ 
NOT AS SIMP AS YOU/
LEAVE IT THEN LET IT GO/
I WONT LET YOU KNOW/ 
BACK IT UP BEND IT SLOW/
TOUCH YO TIPPY TOE/ 
I AINT ON FEELING LOW/
SO I BREATHE IN SMOKE/
VIBRATE OFF CHEMICALS, WATCH HER PLEASURE GROW/ 
INGEST THE EDIBLE, IM EXCESSIVE SO
LEAVE ME THEN LEMME KNOW, GO HEAD LET IT SHOW/

I AINT VIBING THO, WHY THEY LYIN THO, I CAN SEE FROM BEHIND YO DISGUISING BRO/ CREEPING SLOWLY BECOMING THE GIANT THO/ WHEN I DIE IN A FLAME LIKE A PHOENIX/ THEY GON WONDER WHY THEY AINT BELIEVE ME/ ON A APPLE MIGHT MAKE IT TO FIJI/ BITCH YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS WHY YOU TWEAKING JUST STAPLED MY NAME ON THE GAME CAUSE ITS EASY/
OKAY YOU JUST MOTIVATE ME I AINT SEEN OPP-ONENTS LATELY YOUTUBE CASH DATS MOTIVATEME DONT CARE WHERE U TRY GO PLACE ME/ I BEEN EYEIN ON OCCASION CAUSE MY CADENCE IS RELATED THEY GON SAY IT THEY GON SAY IT BITCH DONT SAY IT IM NOT FAMOUS/ 

I AINT ON THAT SO NO, YOU CANT STATE IT/

BREAKING MY NEXT VICTIM, ON THE PAVEMENT/

TIME AFTER TIME I CANNOT OVERSTATE IT MY PATIENCE IS WEIGHING ME DOWN SPAWN OF SATAN AROUND ALL THIS DAMAGE I FEEL FROM THE SPROUT OF MY ROOT TO THIS HELL OF AN EARTH IM ENGRAVED IN/ THEY LEAVE IT TO ME CAUSE IM USED TO THE HATRED NOT TRYING BE GREATEST IM PAST THAT IM SAYING/ 

FLAME, BORN IN THE FIRE I LIVE THERE TODAY/ THAT AINT A THING YOU CAN CALL OUT SO NAY/ CELLS ARE INSIDE ME THAT BREED ALL THE RAGE WHEN THEY CARRY THIS BURDEN THEY WILL BE STRAINED/

3RD EYE ON ME ITS THE HEAD OF MY DICK/

3RD(I) [Prod. Y$57]

Lyrics:

Take the top off let it breathe/
Underwater cell mitosis at sea was the birth of the prodigy (me)/

Evolution theme so now they think im a geek hit the blunt just to show you im one with the leaves, fade away like the vapor from mist in the breeze/
imma do it for nothing and show'em it's easy they pray to a god whom i do not believe in/

i put out hits by the minute/
i do not see none you in this/
my dick is so long its no limit im taking the phone playing sims speaking gibberish/
and they bend on my dick so im finna spoon,
all these faggot ass rappers yall listen to,
bout to play by the rules with the draco i fly off a stick ride my wood shooting with a broom/

balling they think, head is so big might end up in a shrink/
i wash my dick right up over the sink, after i smash like im link, put the white painting in pink/

im all over the coast, millions coming i boast im afraid there aint shit for you bro i said leave it to me, now they wan' see me deceased, mob all around me,
capiche? 

we come and we move in a mob

move in a mob, we the mafia
midnight the mafia midnight the mafia

BOOTLEG (PROD. Y$57)

Intro//Drums by me//excerpt from "Through The Filter: Red & Blue" by me//
excerpt:
An early conviction,
Which has left me bound, tied by strings and held down, unable to see the falsehood in intangible solids
Reminds me of the walls that surround a prisoner,
His vision accustomed to viewing the world from inside barred windows through cold steel doors
Never remembering the intense beauty of a sunset, or getting to feel it’s loving and nurturing warmth softly kiss the skin
A fiery-red, through a filter which has so effectively captured harshness, hatred, and rage
Fills his corneas and sit ever so lightly above a revealing color coating
Still burning, stinging the sights of anything he lays eyes on, until his eyes run
And now soft tears,
In an ocean-like blue, with such depth that shallow ends seem to be non-existent
Through a filter that was there with him for every betrayal, every moment of extreme paranoia, and virtually every unfortunate tragedy
If only he could show them behind the grayness which casts a shadow above the chin and below the forehead,
If only he can remember those times as a kid he had had with his mother, running and playing in the fields as an adolescent, laughing in a childish excitement which still echoes softly when she dreams of their old memories
If only he could remember what it is was all like before living through the filter

SUCH LOVELY DISSONANCE (INTRO)

CLOCKWORK INTERLUDE (PROD. AMVLUVSYOU)

SHEEP KING FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. N!CKN!TE)

DYLAN NOIR x WALT! - HOMICIDAL! (prod. dylan noir)

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CLOCKWORK INTERLUDE (PROD. AMVLUVSYOU)

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