i just realized the adlibs are the melody

This the only page that dont have faggots saying “CHECK ME OUT! <3”

I'm a 14 year old Canadian rapper I would appreciate if you gave me a chance and listened to my newest songs thank you if you do check it out!!!

Lyrics:

I KICK MY FEET UP WITH THIS RAP SHIT,

YALL NEEDA RELAX QUICK, PATHETIC TRYNNA CHANGE WHAT YOU MEANT TO SAY LIKE AN ASTERISK/ I KEEP MY PAST BEHIND ME DONT MEAN YOU WONT GET YOUR ASSKICKED AND BITCHSMACKED LIKE YOUR DAD DID YOUR MOMMA WHEN YOU WORE PAMPERS/ 

IN A FASHION YOU’D WRESTLE WITH RATIONALE BUT THE MOMENT YOU LEFT THE HOUSE WANNA DROWN HIM IN A CANAL PUT THE PISTOL UP TO HIS MOUTH SO HE’D SHUT THE FUCK UP ALOUD FOR A MOMENT,

WISH THEY HAD FUCKING DISOWNED YOU NOW BLACKING OUT FOR A MOMENT/

GOTTA RUN FROM SUSPICION/ 

KEEN SENSES FROM HYPER-VIGILANT STRETCHED INTUITION BECAME YOUR FIRST INHIBITION/ 

IN THIS MOVIE OF LIFE YOU PROBABLY COULD NEVER AUDITION, CANT USE NO COLLEGE TUITION PREDISPOSITION IS SCRIPTED/



FEELING SO WORTHLESS BUT WORTH A MENTION NOW FOR RHYMING IN A WORLD FULL OF PAID ACTORS WIT HAND ME DOWNS THAT BEND DOWN TO YOU OTHER RAP ACTORS THAT ACT AS GATEKEEPERS FOR SHIT TO RAP ABOUT WONDER WHY NIGGAS LAUGHING NOW AT MY CRAFT/

SIT IN BACK OF MY CLASS WHILE MY CHEEKS ARE GRINNING I LAUGH AND I PAY ATTENTION HOW SAD IM MAKING YOUR LIFE IN A FLASH OF MY NEWEST LINES/ 

CONSIDER HOW I FIND TIME TO MAKE SURE THAT I UNWIND WHILE DAMAGING YOUR LUNG, SPINE, AND OTHER BODILY CONFINES/ 

AS VIOLENT AS COLUMBINE WHEN I FIND THE WORDS TO COMBINE AND MY MINDS A HIGH-RISE, A SLY GUY, UNWILLING TO COMPROMISE WHILE I SKY DIVE, 

AND NOSE BLEED DOWN THE POLL OF PUBLIC OPINION THAT I CLIMB/ 





WORD UP, WORD UP/ 

LEMME TALK MY SHIT MOTHAFUCKA/



IMMA NEED 50 FEET AT LEAST IF YOU WANT SPEAK TO ME HAVE DECENCY CANT VIBRATE AT THIS FREQUENCY YALL CHEESY LIKE A PIZZA PIECE, SMALL AS SOME AMEOBA FEET I LEAVE YO FLEET DECEASED AS SOON AS THEY STEP FOOT ON THE SHORE WE COME AND JUST SWEEP THE BEACH/ 

GON NEED A CLEAN UP IN AISLE 7/

THROW IN THE TOWEL OR GET DEVOURED RIPPED AND DISMEMBERED THEN CAST INTO EMBER/ 

CLAN ON FOOT LIKE MASTER SHREDDER WE PLANNING VENDETTA FOR VICTORY TIL ITS STUCK IN YOU LIKE A SPLINTER/

EATING LEAD PAINT CHIPS (PROD. MKULTRA)

STREAM/ DOWNLOAD:
lnk.to/DOGDEER

BAMBI:
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soundcloud.com/deathofamother

HOUNDS
twitter.com/houndsx
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soundcloud.com/houndsx

KAMIYADA
• https://soundcloud.com/kamiyada
• https://twitter.com/spacegodkami
• https://www.instagram.com/lilpizzagod...

BLVC SVND
• https://soundcloud.com/blvc-svnd
• https://twitter.com/blvcsvnd
• https://www.instagram.com/blvcsvnd/

GIZMO 
• https://soundcloud.com/gizmogwai
• https://twitter.com/benthefisherman
• https://www.instagram.com/gizmolaflare/

M&M: @houndsx

WONKY ft KAMIYADA+ | BLVC SVND | GIZMO [Prod. HOUNDS]

LYRICS:

YEA,
YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX, YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON' DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

I KILL MYSELF CAUSE MY DEATHWISH LINGER THAT SHIT GON DEPRESS ME, UPSET SHIT YA/ 

WANNA SEE CIVIL UNREST SHIT, YA/

THROWING THAT TEA IN YO EX BITCH YA/ 

THROW ME THAT NECK LIKE A BAD BITCH INSTAGRAM TWITTER YOUR ONLY INVESTMENTS YA/

I KEEP MY MIND ON THE NEXT SHIT YA/

EVERYTHING BIGGER LIKE TEXAS YA/ 

DIME IN YO BLUNT IS BOUT 10 CENTS READIN YO MIND WHILE I FINISH YO SENTENCE YA/ 

YOU LIL NIGGAS PRETEND SHIT INTERNET FLEXIN ALL TALK IN MY MENTIONS YA/

DEAD IN THE WATER LIKE FREE WILLY HE STOLE MY FLOW SO IM MAKING HIM LOOK SILLY/ 

BACK WITH THAT CANCER EXTENSION YEA/

CONNECT IT INSIDE YOU LIKE TETRIS YA/

YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

SAY LESS WIT THEM DEATH THREATS, YALL BOUT TO GET YA SHIT LICKED LIKE A FRENCH KISS ‘MEMBER I SAID THIS/ 

RED ALL AROUND ME LIKE SATAN’S APPRENTICE/ 

I UPLOAD MY BLUNT AND ITS DATPIFF/ 

YOU AINT MY FRIEND BUT YO BITCH ON MY GUESTLIST,

IM THINKING BOUT TESTIN OUR FRIENDSHIP/ 

DALE YA TU SABE I GOT GAS INSIDE MY RENTAL WHIP/

THIS 9 AINT COSMETIC CATCH A HOLLOW TIP/ 

ILL LEAVE YOU ALL BLOODY LIKE PERIOD, 

NIGGA YOU AINT HEARING IT IM FAST LIKE FURIOUS/

HE TRYNNA HIT THE RACE SO HE CLEARING IT IM SPRAYIN AT HIS WINDOW BULLETS STUCK IN THE INTERIOR/

HIGH ENOUGH WHERE EVERYONE INFERIOR,

GOT THE FIRST 3 SO A NIGGA IN YO AREA/ 

HACKED UP, DROPPING ALL THESE BOMBS LIKE SYRIA/

BASHED UP, MALLET TO YO BRAIN FUCK HEALIN’EM/

Spotify

1. Yeah

lyrics: 

CRITIQUE FROM THE SIDELINE,
LIVING THROUGH YOUR TIMELINE, 
SPENT 6 RACKS ON A CHAIN FOR SOME LIMELIGHT/
I AINT CO-PILOT, NIGGA YOU DONT FLY RIGHT, SNAKES ON THE PLANE CAUSE IM CLOSE TO THE SKYLINE/ 
KNOW ITS ME WHEN I WALK IN THE BAD GUY/
SCAR MY FACE UP AND SWEAR ITS A SATIRE/ 
MOM AT HOME YOU STILL CALL FROM THE LANDLINE, 
BITCH I JUST BLEW UP LIKE LANDMINE SAND FLYIN/

PUT 2 K’s IN THE FUKK YOU GET BLOODSHED, YOU AND THE TWIN AT THE TOP OF YOUR BUNKBED/
GOT ENGAGED TO MY SAWED OFF WITH CUT LEGS, 
STAND UP GUY WHEN I BLOW BACK YOUR TOUGH ACT/ 
IF ITS ISSUES THEN MEDIATE CONTACT IMMEDIATELY MAKE YOU MEET YO DRAW BACK/ 
GOT THAT SEMI ITS MAKIN FULL CONTACT CRACK UPON IMPACT NOGGIN NOT IN TACT 

WIG TURN TO SPLIT CAP BULLETS HIT ZIG ZAGS QUICK ON HIS BITCH ASS DRIP HIM THEN ZIP PAST
I DRIVE MY FIST FAST, YOU ON MY TAIL MAKE ME LAUGH CAUSE YOU DEAD LAST, MUST BE EMBARRASSED/ 
NIGGA DONT START WIT THAT,
YOU WONT BE GETTING TOO FAR WIT THAT,
FLOW NICE AND WET LIKE A WATER BED,
MAKE YOU TRIP OVER LIKE LAVA LAMP/ 
NIGGA WANT SMOKE THEN IM ALL WIT THAT/
GLOCK 17 GO TO WAR WIT THAT/
AR-15 IN MY STARTER BAG/ 
GTA 5 IM A STAR WIT THAT/ 
I PUT MY GUARD UP THEN SPAR WIT THAT BOY DO MY WORK ON MY JOB LIKE I BEEN UNEMPLOYED IF YOU THINK YOU SOME DIFFERENT THEN ODDS ARE YOU’D BORE SABOTAGE YOUR POSITION WHILE PLANTIN DECOY/ 
SCREWS ARE LOOSE SO I BOLT IN A SCURRY WHEN I SHOW MY FURY REMAINDERS MUST HURRY OUT/
CARRY OUT YOUR DESCENT LIKE ITS PARAMOUNT/
CLIMB A MOUNTAIN IN SEARCH OF MY WHEREABOUTS/ IF YOU WANT IT THEN I MIGHT JUST GIVE IT OUT/ YOU WIT 12 WANT MY INFO TO SHIP IT OUT/ SEAL YOUR LIPS WHEN I BUTT IN MY STAPLE GUN/ AVERAGE JOE HOW YOU DODGING THEM STATEMENTS HUH? ADAM 22 BY MY LAP ITS NO JUMPING CUZ/ BRING THE RUCKUS SAY UNCLE I FUCK YOU UP/ BASH HIS BRAINS WIT MY STOMP LIKE IM EDWARD NORT/ IF YOU DOUBTIN MY RULE THEN I WILL RETORT/ PUSH YOU DOWN WHEN I PULL UP AT BAT FOR SPORT/ THROW SOME B’s AT YOU END UP ON BAD REPORTS/ CALL ME DEXTER WHEN IM IN THE LABORATORY/

Decoy (Prod. Disvstxr)

Mixed by TheWildDutchman

Lyrics:

MY SOUND AGE LIKE WINE TO ME 

STOP WASTING MY TIME MAN HONESTLY

SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SHIT PROPERLY 

ITS CLEAR TO EVERYBODY IM THE GUY TO BEAT 

EARNED STRIPES BUT THEY HURT LIKE SCARS TO ME

NIGGAS STARTIN TO SOUND LIKE BRAUDS TO ME 

TRYNNA TALK LIKE A BITCH GO HEAD FOLLOW ME

ITS CLEAR YOU A FAN SO YOU STALKING ME



NIGGAS WANNA FIGHT TRY BLOCKING ME OR YA BODY END UP LYING CROSS THE STREET GET CAUGHT YOU AINT GETTING UP COMFORTABLY 

NO YOU NOT WHAT YOU CLAIM IN YOUR SONGS TO ME/

BITCH WANT SEE ME GOT GET YOUR GUY RIDDEN,

GOT JUICE LIKE SYNAGOGUE NOT KIDDING,

CREEPING UP MY SPINE CROSS ME LIKE FINISH,

BLOWING ON GREEN POP EYE LIKE SPINACH/ 

NOT GONNA LIE STYLE SO AUTHENTIC,

THATS WHY MY LIFESTYLE UNCUT AND UNRENDERED/ 

I GOT HOT LINES AND THEY BURN LIKE EMBER I SMOKE TWO G’S JUST TO MATCH MY SWEATER MY FACE MASK TIGHT BUT ITS NOT ALL LEATHER YOU SMELL DEAD SKIN THATS MY ENEMIES FEATHERS I DONT FEEL BAD KINDA BROUGHT ME PLEASURE/

SPITTING SICK LIKE IM UNDER THE WEATHER/ 

IM SO SELF CENTERED/

GET OFFENDED/

I JUST DESCENDED/

FROM THE HEAVENS/

I BROUGHT MY MESSAGE/

MIGHT AS WELL SEND IT/

TO ALL MY CRITICS/

STAY BEHEADED/ 

AND WHO YALL KIDDING/

LICK THE STAMP CAUSE YOU MUST BE TRIPPING/

SHE WANT FUCK BUT SHE DONT WANT MENTION/

CAUSE SHE DONT WANNA TALK BOUT BUSINESS ALL OVER HER TWITTER/ 

THIS AINT FOR BEGINNERS MY PENIS HER DINNER RAIN WHITE LIKE A WINTER SNOW STORM OUT IN DENVER/ 

I COME TO DELIVER YALL COME AND DISMISSAL/

RIDING HIGH LIKE A MISSILE I HIT YOU/ 

LOSING FRIENDS BY THE END OF MY PISTOL/ 

SAY GOODBYE BUT I KNOW THEY WONT MISS YOU/

LEAST THIS 38 SPECIAL GON KISS YOU/

SNUB NOSE CUTE HOW IT SNEEZE WHEN IT BLESS YOU/

Fukkit - To Me (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

Listen on all platforms: https://song.link/i/1443979185

Lot's people seem confused over this track. It's a remix just like how many other songs have remixes. Raging Fists II and even Retribution was originally a remix too. These remixes are more to showcase producer talent and different experimental takes/visions on a track. It's not a front as something brand new. Thanks for listening
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Ashes Where I Walk (feat. Kamiyada+) [Retribution remix]

Vox:
@kamiyada
https://twitter.com/spacegodkami

Production & Mixing:
@TWDutchman
https://twitter.com/twdutchman

Artwork:
https://twitter.com/Vesthetiic

Original track:
https://soundcloud.com/kamiyada/retribution-prod-cream-wallo

All platforms

Ashes Where I Walk (feat. Kamiyada+) [Retribution Remix]

one eyed king 👁‍🗨

Lyrics

Kay P
i’m a young god i might fuck on ya momma
bad spanish shorty up in my casa
feel like i’m marley i smoke like a rasta
pull up wit a chopper i’m like tachanka
i spent yo rent, just on some simmons
ya bitch wanna fuck me i am not wit it
just want the top give her back when i’m finished
they think i’m master p i got no limit
i hit yo ho break the box like crash bandicoot
he want a verse from me i’m not a fan of you
i eat the track i’m a beast i’m a animal
killing these niggas i feel like i’m hannibal
they think i’m crazy sometimes i’m a bad man
you know i got dat big drip like the kraken
walk in the club my pockets got racks in it, i might spend it all on a lap dance
huh
i could care less bout a bitch i need luggage
chasin a bag cause i came up from nothing
don’t want yo thot i got hoes in abundance
you a clown nigga you like a muppet
she want this dick ye, i tell her suck it
came wit a stick ye, who you mean muggin?
step on my kicks boy you might get hit boy ain’t no one better than shiva and fukkit hmm

Fukkit 
AC-DC BITCH YOU KNOW THAT BEAT ROCK/
THESE NIGGAS STAY RAPPIN BOUT SHIT THEY DONT GOT/ 
I MEASURE MY DICK WIT THE THROAT OF YO THOT/
THEY SAY THEY GON KILL ME BUT THATS ON XBOX/
THIS SHIT IS TOO EASY I SWEAR THEY SOME BOTS/
IM BUILDING MY BRAND ON YO MOFUCKING BLOCK/
YOU DONT SEE THE SIGNS BUT YO ASS FINNA STOP/ 
I PUT THE STICK ON 12 LIKE A CLOCK/
BITCH WANNA KICK IT BUT STILL IN SOME CROCS/
YOU DREAD IT BUT IM ON YO HEAD LIKE A LOCK/
I COOK UP THE DOPE WHILE IM SMOKING ON POT/
HE SAY HE WANT STATIC UNTIL HE GET SHOCKED/
OR HE MIGHT GET SHOT/
DONT QUESTION ME I DONT GOT SHIT FOR YOU OPPS/ 
YOU CANNOT JUST WALK IN ITS LIKE FORT KNOCKS/
WE CARRY TWO THREES BUT THAT FOUR STAY COCKED/
AYE KAY P JUST HAND ME THAT BUTT HOOK STOCK/
IM ON THE PROWL LIKE AN ANIMAL WATCH,
STALKING MY PREY LIKE A CANNIBAL CROSS,
ME YOU GET SENT WHERE YOU CAME IN A TOSS,
DONT GOT A JOB BUT I STILL BEEN THE BOSS/
BOY DONT FLEX, YOU SHOPPING AT ROSS/
SECOND I START, THEN EVERYONE PAUSE/
SHE CALL ME A DOG, BUT PLAY WIT MY PAWS/
I GIVE HER A BONE, SHE GIMME APPLAUSE/

KAY P X FUKKIT - MEAN MUGG (PROD. D I R T)

lyrics:

IM WIT MY DOG LIKE A DOBERMAN SIC’EM
ADIDAS STRIPE ON ME I LOOK TOO OFFICIAL
THE FACT WE MADE IT HERE NOT INCIDENTAL
ASKING ME QUESTIONS, I DONT LIKE RIDDLES
THINKING ILL PLAY, WHILE THEY SING LIKE A FIDDLE
SLEEPING ON ME THEN YOU SOFT AS A PILLOW/
I DONT GOT TIME FOR THAT BULLSHIT KIDDO/
WHAT IS MY NICHE? RIGHT HERE I GUESS
30 ON ME WHEN I SHOOT ITS A SWISH
IN THE NET, AND I DONT REALLY STOP OR MISS/
NUMBER ONE ALWAYS THATS WHY THEY LOOK PISSED/ AND THE SECOND I DROP THEN THEY NOT FOR SHIT/
CAUSE I GOT HIT AFTER HIT ON THE LIST/ 
ENVIOUS OF MY FORMER ACCOMPLISHMENTS/
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS STILL SOUNDING JEALOUS/ 
AND I GOT ALL THE TIME,
IN THE WORLD TO GAIN CREDIT FOR KILLING YOU/ 
AND THE BLOOD THAT I SPILL HOWS IT FEEL TO YOU?/
AND THE DAMAGE I DO IS SO REAL TO YOU/
AND THE PUDDLES I USE AS A SWIMMING POOL DIVE IN THAT BITCH TAKE A BATH IN THE MINERALS/
ASK THE QUESTIONS I KNOW THAT WOULD RIDDLE YOU/
THROW MY BOY IN THE MIDDLE TO PICK ON YOU/ 
AND YOUR GIRL GOT A PROBLEM MY PICKLE/
WATCH GOLD BUT THE HANDS IN IT NICKLE/
RUSHING HARDER THAN HAMMER AND SICKLE/
WHILE I DRAW OUT THE LINE LIKE A STENCIL/ 
AND MY BARS JUST HIT LIKE MISSLE,
PICK A COFFIN MAKE SURE THAT IT FIT YOU/
AINT NO STOPPING THE RAP GAME SKITZO/
AND THE .38 SPECIAL DONT TICKLE/

Fukkit - Sic ft. Sabino (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

lyrics:


YOU WAS TRYNNA KNOCK ME OFF MY WAVE BUT I BEEN SURFIN BITCH/
SHE SAY IM COLD BLOODED CAUSE MY DICK LOOK LIKE A SERPENT BIH/ 
I HAD TO GO MY WAY CAUSE THERE’S SERPENTS IN THESE CIRCLES KID/ 
NIGGAS WANT MY PROMO, WANT MY NAME BUT THEY CANT HAVE IT BACK/ 
YOU CAN HAVE THAT FRIENDLY SHIT YOU SOLD NOW GO HEAD TAKE IT BACK/
NIGGAS THINK IM SHORT FROM ALL THESE ANGLES THAT IM SHOOTIN AT/ 
CLIP THE PHOTO TO THE MAGAZINE INSIDE THE DUFFEL BAG/ 
I MADE 30 THEN MADE 30,000 JUST FOR DOING THAT/ 
YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND,
THE VERY PERSON THAT I AM,
YOU CANT BE YOU WITHOUT THEM XANS,
I CANT BE ME WITHOUT THIS TRASH/ 
INDUSTRY IS ALL ASS/ 
NIGGAS WANT MY AUTOGRAPH/ 
HOW SHOULD I RESPOND TO THAT/
NIGGA BRING THE PEN AND PAD/ 
I DONT GOT TIME TO SIT AND CHAT/
150 ON MY DASH/
HOPEFULLY I FUCKING CRASH/
EMPTY OUT MY THOUGHTS ALL ON THE WINDOW OF A TINTED JAG/ 
ROLL ONE UP AND TAKE A DRAG/ 
OUT IN HELL I CATCH A CAB/
ON THE WAY HOME BRINGING SNACKS/
ALL THESE BITCH ASS RAPPERS STILL IN TRAINING WHILE IM ON TRACK/ 
YOU CANNOT RESIST OR TRY DISMISS ALL THAT I BROUGHT BACK/ 
FROM THE PLACE YOU NEVER BEEN,
DOING EVERYTHING YOU DIDNT/ 
MONEY GROWING TALLER PATIENCE SHORTER LIKE A FUCKING MIDGET/
YOU STILL SMOKING ON MIDGET/
I GOT ANGER PROBLEMS BUT I STALL’EM TIL THE SHOW AND PISS IT/
FUCKING ON A BLOND BRIDGETTE,
POPPING SO MUCH PILLS AND I FORGOT WHERE I LEFT THE PRESCRIPTION/ 
THEY COULD TALK A LOT BUT THATS JUST CAUSE THEY DONT KNOW HOW TO LISTEN/ 
I PUT ALL MY PROBLEMS ON A PAPER THEN THEY GET SUBMITTED/
BITCH YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MY PAPER LIKE ITS GRADED GET IT/
WHEN ITS TIME TO EAT I TREAT THE BEAT JUST LIKE SOME GOURMET DISHES/ 
IM THE GREATEST RAPPER THATS NO CAP SO CHECK YOUR FUCKING FITTED/

Fukkit - Serpents (Prod. DiRT)

lyrics:

TREAT THIS SHIT LIKE A GAME GET ON MY LEVEL/
HIGH AS FUCK WHILE YOU DOWN WE DO NOT SETTLE/ 
WATCH ME COOK UP THE BARS LIKE ITS HOT METAL/
AND IM COLD YOU COULD TELL IM A COOL FELLOW/ 
DONT FORGET WHO GO UP LIKE A PULL LEVER/ 
MAKE YA BITCH GIMME BRAIN AND SHE SO CLEVER/
AND I KNOCK WIT THE BASS WHILE YOU SO TREBLE/
EAT MY DICK YOU DISGRACE HOPE ITS ALL SETTLED/ 
IN THE CHAIN OF COMMAND AND I STILL PETTLE/ 
IM A STONE AND YOU MORE LIKE A SMALL PEBBLE/ 
AND I LOVE HOW YOU MAD LIKE A SMALL FELLOW/
AND YOU GOING OUT BAD THATS ON ALL LEVELS/ 
AND I KEEP IT 100 I COULD KEEP IT GOING AND GET IN BETWEEN LIKE A MARSHMALLOW/ 
WHEN I LEAVE ITS A DROP LIKE FALL SCHEDULE/ 
WHILE I STILL MAKE IT POP LIKE A HOT KETTLE/

WHERE THEY AT,
I COME TO ATTACK,
I GET’EM ON WAX,
ITS MURDER ON TRACKS,
KNOW-IT-ALL FACTS,
NEVER NO PASS,
SMOKING ON PACKS,
AND WE ON FAST/
GIMME THAT,
UNOPENED UP PACK,
WE FILL IT WITH RACKS,
I GET IN MY BAG,
KEEP GETTING YOU BACK,
THAT QUARTERBACK SACK,
I FEEL EM OUT STAT,
IM PEELING OUT PAST/ 


AND IM STILL WIT THAT MALLET TO BASH/
IM SO FLY I JUST MIGHT HAVE TO CRASH/
IM THE SHIT LIKE YOU WIPING YA ASS/
AND IM SMOKING ON WEED LIKE GRASS/
WE DONT TOKE ON THE WEED OUT GLASS/
STOP SIPPING THE LEAN SO FAST/ 
I DONT NEED WHAT YOU NEED SO BAD/
PED’s FOR THE RAP GAME TRASH/ 

AND IM BACK WIT A MOFUCKIN ANTHEM/
BLACK BAGGING THIS SHIT LIKE RANSOM/
AND THESE RAPPERS POP UP AT RANDOM/
THEN YOU TURN TO THE FULL BLOWN FANDOM/ 
AND YOU EAT UP THAT SHIT LIKE CANDY/
AND I PROMISE YOU NIGGAS IS CANCER/ 
WITH A GRIP ON THE COLD OF MY HANDGUN/ 
WHILE I KEEP IT ON LOCK LIKE A PASSWORD/


THOUGHT I STOPPED BUT IM NOT EVEN CLOSE,
SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JOT DOWN NOTES,
CAUSE IM TEACHING YOU NIGGAS THE ROPES,
WHILE IM TUNING TECHNIQUE LIKE A COACH,
I WONT DIE LIKE A GOD DAMN ROACH,
IM SO DIRTY BUT SLICK LIKE SOAP,
I JUST KEEP ON MY GRIP TIGHT THROAT,
THEN YOU DIE WHEN I CLINCH MY CHOKE/ 


UH UH UH UH 
YA YA YA YA

FULL BLOWN MENACE, 
MY FLOW CHANGE UP/ 
YOURS DONT, I DONT CARE HOW YOU STAY GANGED UP/
CUT THROAT, THATS THE WAY I WAS RAISED THANK GOD,
FULL CULT, THATS THE FANBASE I GAINED ON THE GO/
IM THE GOAT/ 
YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I WROTE, ON GOD/ 
I DONT WANNA TALK LIKE YALL SIT FAR/
I CAME ALONE WHILE YOU STILL IN THE CAR/
SPENT TWO RACKS ON A NEW COMPUTER/
JUST TO MAKE SURE YOUR NOT ON PAR/
I SPENT THE DAY SHITFACED AT THE BAR/ 
YOU CANNOT FACE ME OR FACE GOD/
EITHER WAY, FACE ME, YOU’LL FACE ONE/
OPEN UP PHASE TWO, DONE PHASE ONE/ 
OPEN UP ONCE MORE AND JUST BE DONE/ 
I COULD JUST RIP YOU IT’D BE REAL FUN/

Fukkit - Really (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

Lyrics Below (Mixed by twitter: @zcrmadeit)

Mass destruction 
I rain death on my enemies 

Save yo breathe 
Don’t give a fuck 
What you telling me 

Catch em lackin
Now that boy is an
Entity 

Perfect cell 
I drain yo body 
Of energy 

Ya 

bullet rain’ll hit you 
Then I send a missile

Boy why is u laughing 
We ain’t kidding with you 

Guess you probably took 
Me for a different nigga 

Said that I would spare 
You but I didn’t nigga 

Kami I’m outta my mind 
If I want you dead 
I take heads
I don’t waste no time 

They say that I’m outta line 
I don’t give a damn 
I still spaz ima take
Yo life 

Fully addressing 
The issue 
Gun to his face 
So the bullets won’t 
Miss you aye

Straight to the point like 
A pencil/yo name on 
A shirt like some merch 
Once we kill you aye 

Don't hand me your baby
I'll drop that lil nigga
it's 8 in the morning bitch
why is you yelling
yo make up look shitty 
you musty I smell it 
you fucked on my bro cause 
you thought I'd be jealous

To be honest got no regard
for a human suck my dick
or shut the fuck up cause
you stupid, conversation benefit
nothing it's useless, talking
tough don't say you gone kill me
just do it !

She don't fuck with her
boyfriend he ball in the
D-league she say my dick 
game is elite, she go outta
her way everyday just to see me
I think the sex got her tweaking

If I call up her phone for the cheeks 
she like ME ME, her only goal
is to please me, her man writing her
letters his text get the delete
that's why his imessage green green.

His own life he ending
Boy call him a medic 
I blow of his arm 
No he flex with prosthetic 

My shooters athletic 
They hopping yo fences 
That strap drill a hole 
In his face like a dentist 

I’m Dennis the menace 
Macaulay no culkin
The blade cut him open 
His organs exposed 
& I’m laughing about it 
Outside of his home 
His bitch grip on my dick 
Like a brand new pistola

Chorus

Watching Adult Swim
face of a zombie toonami
is on and I'm high it's after
12 I just rolled me a couple
of joints and a nigga is totally
fried 

3 hoes in my bed and they giving
me neck and they look like
the bitches from totally spies
you don't want smoke cause my niggas
they shoot and you and yo crew could
like totally die.

BULLET RAIN+

BULLET RAIN+ (Prod. ZCR)

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Fukkit - Sic ft. Sabino (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

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