@gonzothepoet666: bro yo shit hella ass lmfao

Fukkit

prod https://soundcloud.com/xerogi

lyrics:

8x Please don’t piss me off
-
When im mad as fuck
I black out don't give a fuck
Break the antlers off my buck
Now theres brow tine in yo gut
Bitch
I move like im Hannibal 
Grab my gun I stand and pull
Burn yo fuckin body parts like all yo blood was flammable
-
Stupid bitch we don’t equate
You got pussy interlaced
Up inside yo dna 
I’m so solid I can’t break
Blunts up on tha interstate 
Foggy like my mental state 
Fuck the feds and fuck the fake 
Im stompin out these slimy snakes
—
Why the fuck am I so angry
Maybe if you knew the things I knew you wouldn't blame me
Kick yo face until yo brain freeze
(no more!)
I make yo brain bleed
Crawling like a centipede so everybody hates me
-
2x
Get the fuck out
Or you get stomped out
Like what'chu want now
I knocked yo lights out
—
8x
Please don’t piss me off

Please Dont Piss Me Off (Prod. Xerogi)

401 (Prod. Kiraw)

WrathOfTheSpaceGod  (Prod. The Virus and Antidote)

Original Track: https://soundcloud.com/the-virus-uk/irollthediceonmyfuckinglife

YesYesYall - Ft. Kamiyada

Jadeci - MG42

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/mkultraproductions

Written by: https://soundcloud.com/fukkitfukkitfukkit, https://soundcloud.com/sabino6, & Brando.

Cover art by: Sebatian Alsina a.k.a. Yung Seebi of UNDERVIEWS.

Lyrics:
INTERNET THUG
YOU MUST BE FUCKING BORED 
ILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING THUMBS 
SO YOU CAN GO AND BITCH SOME MORE.
 IM LIKE A BOONDOCKS SAINT CAUSE GOD SENT ME 
TO END YOUR FUCKING LIFE AINT NO OTHER FUCKING ENDING 
AND GOD KNOOOOWSS HE TOOK AWAY MY EGO, HE LEFT ME FUCKING EMPTY STRANDED FEELING KINDA FEEBLE.
I APPEAR FROM IN THE SHADOWS, 
I AM COLLOSUS.
IM BENDING LIGHT JUST LIKE A SPOON, NOT TAKING LOSSES.
MANIPULATE THE SPACE AROUND ME.
IM LIKE A BLACK HOLE, NOBODY KNOWS
WHATS GOING ON INSIDE ME.
EMPTY LOBBY..
INTERNET THUG!
YOU MUST BE FUCKING BORED!
ILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING THUMBS!!
SO YOU CAN GO AND BITCH SOME MORE!

INFILTRATE LIKE MKULTRA 
PLANT MY FANGS, THEY DRIPPIN POISON LIKE A COBRA
NEW WORLD ORDER, GREEN RAP I MIGHT MAKE ICE COLDER 
COMPUTER CHIP, TUNE MY EMOTION,
THE WIRED INSIDE OF MY HEART START SMOKING
I FUCK THIS BITCH, BUST HER PUSSY WIDE OPEN 
SHE GOT LOCKED JAW THEN THAT SHIT GET BROKEN
WATCH YALL SUFFER.
WHILE LIFE BUFFER.
KISS YO FACE AND BREAK MY KNUCKLES.
WHATS IN MY DUFFLE.
NOT A BELT BUCKLE.
METAL GEAR SOLID LIKE A PS3 BUNDLE.
GIVE ME MY CREDIT, IM STACKIN MY DEBIT, I SLIDE AND HER V CARD GET PUSHED TO THE LIMIT YALL TALL LIKE A MIDGET AND YELLOW LIKE SIMPSON, SIMPLETON, YOU CAN GET LIT TIL YO WITS END

ALL THESE PUSSIES MAD AS FUCK, CAUSE THEIR NAME IS NOT KNOWN.
I DONT REALLY GIVE A FUCK, ME AND MY NIGGAS ON GO!
BITCH YOU BETTER SLOW YOUR ROLL, YOU MIGHT DROWN INSIDE YOUR BLOOD.
IM SO SICK OF ALL THE CAPPING, 
YOU-A-INTERNET-THUG!?
YOU ARE NOT LIVING THE LIFE THAT YOU RAPPING ABOUT, ITS LIKE NIGGAS IS LIVING IN DREAMS
TIME TO AWAKEN, BITCH THIS AINT A VISION, THERE AINT NO REVISIONS, NO, THIS NOT A GAME..
BETTER NOT BUCKLE WHEN YOU SEE ME COMING. 
IM BUMMING IN SHIT THAT YOU CANT AFFORD.
I WANT THAT STATIC. IM WHIPPIN A TESLA.
THE REST OF THESE NIGGA IS WHIPPIN A FORD. (fuckwitme)

See me fit my whole fist down ya throat huh/ wanna witness you reap what you sow drag face Thru the dirt/ you get used like a hoe now/ I’m just gon sit back and watch ya shit fall Down/ let this shit sort out/ pull up with sword out/ ripping a throat out/ I’m so disgusted/ no longer rap this shit might be whore house/ how predictable hiding behind the online/ first 3 digits gave out where you hide/ I see some issues you clearly can’t hide/ I got my own but don’t try to disguise/  I came to shame you/ step on ya head to enrage you/ embarrass, Throw dirt and defame you/ fucker got nothing to say/ and I’m gon make sure that  that shit do not change/ and that’s all I’m gon say/

25i (feat. FUKKIT & SABINO)

feel me


IG and twitter : @bluntedpharaoh

SELF DESTRUCT (Prod. Griesgrammar)

https://soundcloud.com/renob
https://soundcloud.com/prodbrvd

ALL BARK NO BITE [PROD BRVD & RENOB]

LYRICS:

YOU COULD GET TOUCHED BITCH WE NOT PLAYING TAG 
HEAD TAPS DURING TRAFFIC JAMS ON THE AVE
THINK OUT THE BOX WHILE YOU STILL ROCKIN SOME PLAID TAKING TRIPS TO THE BANK MASK OFF GET THE BAG/
YOU KNOW HOW I ROCK NOT NO FUCKIN BLACK FLAG/
IF HE SEND A SHOT, GOT THE K WIT THE MAG/
UP AND DOWN THE BLOCK, SPINNING ROUND DOING LAPS/ 
SHIT WAS ALWAYS SUNNY TIL I PULLED UP WIT THE MAC/
SHE SINGING OFF-KEY THATS CAUSE I FUCKED HER FROM THE BACK/ 
NIGGAS SAD THEY LOST, SO I TOLD EM GET A MAP/ 
STOPPED IN YO TRACKS SEND THAT SHIT BACK TO THE TRASH/
POP OFF YO CAP LIKE A SNAPPLE THATS A FACT/ 
NIGGAS REALLY WACK, I DONT MIND STATIN THAT/
I BEEN BOUT MY BUSINESS BUT I KICK IT WIT THE SLACKS CHECK MY BANK ACCOUNT ITS DIGITS WHILE I SIT AT HOME RELAXED
MY FLOW TIGHT LIKE A FITTED WIT THE TEE SHIRT PRINT TO MATCH 
THE FLOW COULD START A FIRE YALL AINT REALLY BEEN A MATCH/ 
NEVER GETTIN PAST, RANDY MOSS WIT THE CATCH/ 
IM BREATHING IN THE GAS AINT BEEN WETTING UP A RAG DROPPING BOMBS LIKE IRAQ AND MY KUSH AFGHANISTAN/ 
HEAT UP LIKE A PAN
TOLD MY FANS DONT BE A STAN
GOT THE PRODUCT WIT THE PLAN
ALL DETAILING WHERE WE STAND
KEPT IT A THOUSAND LIKE A GRAND
NIPPLE RINGS ON MY HAND
SHE GON BLOW ME LIKE A FAN 
NOT THE BEST I EVER HAD/ 
IF I FUCK ONCE, I DONT GOTTA FUCK AGAIN/
SEND HER TO THE CAB, DONT COME BACK WITHOUT A FRIEND/ 
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, IM ONLY HERE TO MEET MY ENDS/
YOU CAN TAKE MY SHIRT, GO HEAD AND SUCK ME OUT THE PANTS/ 
I BEEN SMOKIN GREEN, LIKE SOME LEAN, LIKE SOME PLANTS, CELERY, COLLARD GREENS, COPPIN P’S FOR A SNACK/
ON HER CHEST, WHERE I REST, TRUE INDEED, THATS A RACK/ 
BITCH I MIGHT BLEED YOU IF I SEE YOU THATS A STACK/

(HOOK)

Toe Tags & Broken Skulls (Prod. ZCR)

PLAGUEBOY (PROD. FLUSS VLONE)

lyrics:

IN AND OUT
TAKE A STAND THEN I SIT YOU DOWN
LIKE ROTUNDA WE SPIN AROUND
BLOWIN MINUTES NOW
NIGGAS WONT SAY THEY STEALIN SOUND 
BUT ADMIT THAT IT GET AROUND
SEE THE STATS LIKE TRAFFIC IN LA 
NIGGA NAME JOSH SAY HE GOT A DRAKE? 
HUMAN MADE CAMO NEVER BEEN A APE/
I WAS IN THE CITY POSTED WITH A SHANK/ 

THEY REALLY SPEAK DOWN ON A NIGGA IM JUST GOING UP/
I PULL ON YO CARD DONT GET PLAYED LIKE A BLUFF/
THE WEED BEEN STRONG MAN THAT SHIT LOOKING TOUGH/
I GOT ME A STICK DONT GET PLAYED LIKE A PUP/
DONT SAY IT
ON GOD
THOUGHT YOU COMPETITION WHY YOU LYIN
PLAY THE FENCE IM STICKIN TO MY SIDE 
ON MY JOB A PISTOL GET YOU FIRED
OR RETIRED EITHER WAY IM FINE
GOT THE IRON ON ME LIKE A TIRE/
YOU A OPP STICKIN IN A WIRE/ 
DRUG MUSIC WHO GON BE THE BUYER/ 
PULL YOUR TEETH OUT WIT A SET OF PLIERS/
I DONT GOT THE URGE OR DESIRE/
I JUST LOVE TO SEE A MAN ON FIRE/ 
IS THAT REALLY SUCH A FUCKIN CRIME?/

SWITCH IT UP,
IM TREATIN THIS BITCH LIKE A CUP,
GOT THE JPEG FILE FOR WHAT?
I DONT NEED IT THE MEMORIES FUN ENOUGH
SON
ALL YOU RAPPERS JUST REALLY MY SONS
ASKING QUESTIONS ALL RAPID AT ONCE
JUST TO THINK THAT I FATHERED YOU FUCKS 
HA, HA

GOOD MUSIC EXTINCT LIKE A DODO 
THEY TRY IT ALL TO GO GET IN THE PHOTO,
LAND OF THE DEAD I COULD TELL YOU LIKE COCO,
BLOOD LIKE SOME SNOT HOW IT DRIP FROM THE MOCO/  RIDIN THE BEAT LIKE A MOFUCKIN FOUR DOOR /
RIDIN ON MY MEAT LIKE A MOFUCKIN POGO/
IM WITH MY HOMIE BUT HE AINT A CHOLO/
COPS PULL HIM OVER “I JUST WANNA GO HOME”/
THIS THAT SAME FLOW THAT YOU GOT YOU SHOULD GO HOME/
EASY AS FUCK ON THE SPOT IM A PRO THOUGH/
YALL REALLY NOT ON THE WAVE LIKE A ROWBOAT/

YALL REALLY SOUND LIKE SOME PUSSIES AND HOES/ THOUGH/
SUCKS YOU AINT GOT YOU NO PUSSY OR HOES THOUGH/

Fukkit - In & Out (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

Fukkit - Misunderstood (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

Fukkit - Execute (Prod. ZCR) *DJ FUKKIT EXCLUSIVE*

LYRICS:

niggas out here talkin like they runnin shit
niggas out here switchin over pussy dont even want the bitch
hollowtips get inside his fit bounce around n shit
better bounce around before my niggas find ya house n shit
aye big chops let off big shots got a 50
type to bust a nigga n still take his shoes if they dont fit me
damn 
niggas out here fakin like they witcha
let the flash hit ya face this a glock not a picture
sending shots like a missile
my lil cuz not gone miss you
and lil baby throw ass 
throw it back on my pistol
talking bad we come get you
want a racc aint no issue
took yo life now yo mans want a war we took his too
ask the lil bitch what the fuck she look sad for
she said ever since you got the cash flow you been a asshole
on the xan mad slow
out here buying mad clothes
know you get it back but lately fuckin up yo bag tho
bitch i aint worried bout it
and this aint even yo bag so why you worried bout it
stupid bitch shut ya mouth dont want a word out it
and anything you gotta say i dont care bout it
why? cuz im still doin me hoe
niggas is bitches im beatin bitches like O Cinco
big glock 50 under that the boy faneto
spent a check up on that pussy get him gone like this was peacoat
shots goin all up in his linens like the beatles
everybody gotta die but how he died couldnt be me tho
fuckin wit lil baby cuz i know she like to do dick
claimin that you hit her nigga she dont know who you is
love the way she living i cant tell that bitch to do shit
she might get a new fit
say she want a new whip
fuck she finna stay wit you for and you cant do shit
i get that bread off the scammin trappin n the boostin
fuck ones only throwin up 20s 50s and them blue strips
take racks to the mall spend that bitch up in gucci
skate back or you fall 20 shots from this uzi
spray that get em gone leave a opp nigga oozin

GET IT BACK

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