Buttered biscuits

SandMan

KAMIYADA - RUSSIAN AK [PROD. HELLSING + PLAGUE]

Fukkit - Ouroboros (Prod. Romay)

Fukkit - Reserved

Fukkit - Common Sense

Fukkit - Case In Point

You should own it (Prod. $outh$ideplaya)

Prod. @citr3s
Lyrics


Feeling to even, mode usually kenival,
them seals got to break, cause stomach been aching, 
repression that dangerous, no risk on the same shit, 
recession of lame shit, can't thrive of no blame shit, 
just rolling up flame, cause this can't be the same hit, 

Ain't lost on no shit, cause I packed my emotions, 
Shit like some za, so I gotta keep smoking,  
Fuck it just thoughts, how changed up the motions, 
bic get to flicking, forgot those emotions, 
Room filled with smoke, and my mood pretty ugly, 

rolled up two more cause my energy rusty, 
shit kinda crazy, like who is he bluffing, 
dale what the fuck is you doing, thats fuck shit, 
Shit ain't no hunt, it's a trail to the function, 

still give no fucks, ain't no air for that bluffing,
talks with kurama, this blunt really boofing,

he said 
fuck it 
recoup it,

I said 
fuck it 
lets do it,

Parked for a minute, 
to fuck up some digits, 
got used to that edge, 
but that switch up relentless, 
We back to the show, 
And I'm scoaping out dinner, 
Some shit looking faulty, 
But fuck don't call it, 
Cuase karma be rocking, 
so feelings be colder, 
unless it's the money, 
Halfbaked with the motivate, 

Ain't never been friendly, 
too nice ain't the motion, 
If it ain't family it's really commotion, 

business say nice, 
But you better keep rolling, 
always be safe, 
got slim chances we loafing, 
shit might get cruddy, but fuck it we chosen,

Wait fuck it we smoking, 
wait what what was the focus, 

blunt number four got feel like four, 
And I can't say too much, 
i'm tryin see bout that foucs,
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Shinigami (Prod. Citr3s)

The devil in me got an easy job, ill sacrifice my life just help me wire pipe bombs
Ouijaboy the reaper shoving reefer into blunts ignite the skunk, evil lurks behind your eyes we’ve won, this race is done
Rats getting backspaced, bodies on the backpage,
DNA on blacktop, run him over flat faced
Mad weight holding down my lungs, think I got back pain
Chest ache, hope I keep on living just for death’s sake, Hell’s gates, bells shake, underworlds one true king
Lower level dwelling devil headed, never settled, never level headed, hell embedded, metal pressing, triple seven never repping, armageddon one stop heaven
Methods of a deadman, been a peasant, cursed since adolescence 
Always coughing into the oxy-coffin
I lost the plot, plotting
Got choppa knock-knocking
My jacket holding hacksaw, need no menthol just the pot
Demon seeded, oxy needing heathen, Ouija born to rot
Watch bodies drop
First impression wish you never met me i know
Did I mention that I hated all things living? For sure
Need protection, Im not talking bout insurance, Geico
Ouija colder than the therapy chambers, Cryo
Cant go back to hell 
Police power trippin put his newborn in a vacuum seal
Strap em to the table, let him feel this brand new power drill
Smoking on that floral, I aint talking bout no daffodil 
Turn him into maggot meal, grab the steel, how’d it feel?

Blessed Be The Ones Who He Has Eaten (prod. Coleslaw x or.1ove)

It starts in stillness — a fragile quiet, where every note feels like a breath you’re afraid to take. The synths are soft, almost shy, as if they know the weight of the words you’re not saying.
The beat begins to rise, slow but certain, pulling you into a space where the air grows warmer, where your chest tightens with the things you wish you could confess. And then — release. Not in shouting, but in movement, in rhythm, in the kind of freedom that exists only when you stop holding back.
Unspoken Silence is the tension between wanting and fearing, the electricity of being close but not touching, the truth that lives louder than words.

Unspoken Silence.mp3

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