Fukkit

Pain (feat. eXa)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcEuzXwGY64

Tortured

Tortured (Prod. By gin$eng) (DUTCH Remaster)

Produced, mixed and mastered by me
Vocals by @zotiyac

Lyrics:
YUH , AYE , IM OUT FOR BLOOD x4
DONT TELL ME YOU LOVE ME x4 
pardon my language im drowning in anguish i cant be acquainted with love that is tainted, i have been changing and you have been changing quite frankly you faking what i really live with, shit is pathetic cant live when im livid i might drop a body below with the fishes, then i go fishin and reel in a bitch hit yo ass wit that hook and my fist you be kissin , ha , lil bitch , 
YOU GOT ME TWISTED I MIGHT BE THE SICKEST BUT YOU ARE CONTAGIOUS I KNOW THAT YOU HATE ME I KNOW IM ABRASIVE I KNOW IM AGRESSIVE JUST KNOW YOU CANT CHANGE IT, YOU STILL GON FUCK WIT THE HOMIES NO MATTER, HEARTBROKE FUCK I BECOME A CADAVER AND I AM SO LONELY ON TOP OF THIS LADDER IM BASHIN IN SKULLS WITH THE HOPE THAT THEY SHATTER AND AS OF LATELY MY ANGELS DETACHED, FEELIN LIKE SCRAT IM JUST CHASIN THE NUT 
I COULD SCATTER YO BLADDER THE BLADE TO THE GUTS ALL I SAY IS GOOD LUCK CUZ BITCH I WANT YOUR BLOOD 
YUH , AYE , IM OUT FOR BLOOD x4

audiotool.com

bloodthirsty ft, zotiyac

Drown4EVER

drown shit +! (prod. bruhmanegod)

lyrics:

THOM YORKE, RADIOHEAD, BITCH IM A DAMN CREEP/ SLIPKNOT, TIGHTEN THE NOOSE, WAIT TIL MY NECK BLEED/ SYNDICATE, SHOOTING AT EVERY SINGLE CIVILIAN THE VILLAIN THAT THEY HATE FRUMDA MOMENT YOU SAY WELL WHO IS HIM/ I AINT FINNA LET YOU JUST WALK UP IN IT AND RUIN SHIT/ CALL THE FUCKING COPS AND ILL GLADLY COME OUT AND SHOOT AT THEM/ THEY AINT MISSING ME SO I GUARANTEE I AIN'T MISSING THEM AND NEXT TIME THAT YOU SEE ME I'LL BE IN PRISON JUST SLEEPING IN/ 

RIOT IN THIS BITCH/ 
IM BOUT TO SNORT A WHOLE LINE OF THIS SHIT/ 
I'M BOUT TO GO OUT MY MIND IN THE PIT/ 
SHE PRAYER EMOJI FOR THE DICK/
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE HOW I HIT/ 

BITCH I DONT GIVE A FUCK/ 
MAC 11 BUILT UP RUST ITS SADAM HUSSEIN HOW I BLOW UP/ 

IMMA STEAL ALL YO FLOWS AND GET CLOUT FOR THIS SHIT WHILE YOU ADLIB LIL BOAT DABBING AYE GRABBING DICK/
MEET YO MAKER RIGHT NOW CHECK RECEIPT COUNTERFEIT PUT MY NECK ON THE LINE AND I STILL GET AHEAD/ I'M THE WHOLE FUCKING PACKAGE YO HOE HOLD MY PACKAGE/ I JUST BUSTED MY NUT TAKE THE SHEETS OFF THE BED/ 

CRITICAL
INTELLECTUAL BUILT INDIVIDUAL BUT I AM CYNICAL BEEN THIS SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL/ WITH THE VERBIAGE I SPEAK SO DETESTING IT'S LIKE I JUST SPIT ON YOU/ PUSSY/ LOOSEN UP/ IF I SEE YOU DONT ACT LIKE YOU LUCIFER I KNOW DAT NIGGA BRUH YOU IS NOT COOL ENOUGH/ I DID THINGS THAT THEY THOUGHT THAT I WOULDN'T NOW THEY LOOK SO STUPID HUH?/

GET AWAY PLEASE RUN AND HIDE/ 
BURNING YO CHILDREN ALIVE/
I WILL NOT REST TIL I SEE YOUR DESTRUCTION I LITERALLY WANT YOU TO DIE/ HAHAHA/

I LITERALLY WANT YOU TO DIE (PROD. KOROSU)

ZOTiYAC - GLOCK40 (PROD. H E A L) **LEAK**

lyrics:

STAY IN YO HOUSE/ BITCH DONT COME OUT/ GIMME YO CLOUT SLAP THE FUCK OUT YO MOUTH/ YOU AINT GON SAY WHAT I DO NOT ALLOW/ SEE ME BOW DOWN WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN NOW/ NOT UNTOUCHABLE, Y'ALL LIL PUPPETS I'M SMUG AT YOU LUNCHABLES, NOT NO MORE THAN SOME CHILDREN FOOD COMFORTABLE, WITH YOURSELF IT'S HILARIOUS/ IT'S HILARIOUS, SERIOUSLY/ 

OUT OF BODY TRYNA EXPERIENCE ME WHILE THEY LIVE A LIE I DIE VICARIOUSLY IT'S AMAZING AINT IT NOW ITS FURIOUS ME SINCE A CHILD I WAS DEEMED A CURIOUS SEED/ 

BACK UP, BACK UP, SIT DOWN, STAND UP,
BEATING YO FACE WHILE I LAUGH AIN'T NO STAND UP/ 
MAYDAY, MAYDAY, IT'S RAINING ON PAYDAY MY NET WORTH INCREASE THEN MY EGO INFLATE AYE/

I RUN UP MY CHECK YO BITCH RUN UP THE NECK WHILE I'M LEANING NOW GIMME RESPECT/ 
IT'S SO COLD ON MY FLESH YOU CAN'T FEEL NOTHING LEFT SAY I'M WRONG RIGHT AWAY GET CORRECT/ 
SEMI AUTO SEND HOLLOWS AT GOGGLES HE NOT GOING MANO TO MANO NO ABLO/ MEXICANO BRAVADO I SQUABBLE WIT NIGGAS I GRAB BY THE HEAD AND EL CHAPO/ 

KILL YOURSELF,  YOU TALKING BOUT ME YOU SHOULD HEAR YOURSELF/ 
I KNOW YOU A PUSSY CANT HEAL YASELF/ VICE VERSA THE ROOKIE AINT FEELIN WELL KNOW IM ON EARTH BUT I FEEL IN HELL/ 
CANNOT ESCAPE, NEVER UNCHAINED, LOCKED ME AWAY HID THE KEY IN THE SAFE/

BREAK AWAY/ 

BEAT MY ASS TIL I GET IT RIGHT/
THOUGHT YOU KNEW ME YOU AINT KNOW THAT I AINT SCARED TO DIE/ 
IF HE WANNA SELL HIS SOUL THEN TELL'EM NAME A PRICE/ HE A GOOD TALKER BUT HE AINT NO GOOD FIGHT/ 
HE A GUN TOTER, BUT HE AINT GON TAKE A LIFE/ 
SAID THAT HIS DADDY FROM THE STREETS HE USED TO WORK THE LIGHT/ 
GOT OUTTA PRISON WATCHED HIM STAB HIS BROTHER WITH A KNIFE/ 
I LOOK HIM DEAD INSIDE THE EYES HE SEE THE AFTERLIFE/
I KNOW YOU NOT YO DADDY SO YOU FINNA DIE TONIGHT/ 

SAY YOUR PRAYERS CAUSE YOU'LL NEED'EM/ STANDING TALLER UNDEFEATED/ 

BURYING THE OPPOSITION.
1 BY 1.

EL CHOP (PROD. UNKNOWN & UNAVAILABLE)

OFFICIAL VIDEO : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk3S-G5uTDc

Bitch im feeling like a angel
trap cris angel, fucking with 
the gang ima show you where 
the pain go

Riding with yo bitch finna teach 
yo hoe to tango, one plus one do
the math, ima hit her at a angle.

Get her done, bitch I get her done
on a dinner run, hella dumb, stupid 
with the bars like a xan plug, face fuck
shawty face fucked, temptation, dick 
game week she sent him on a vacation.

Posted at the spot issa drill, kami pop a
pill make a bag dissapear, trap cris angel
man of the year, hit my plug for a pound
turn into blue faced bills yuh.

Chain swang/bitch my chain swang 
like my danglang, liu kang, wrist johnny
dang, choppa hussein, who say? that I 
keep a K like im hussein, top score, hit the
reset, issa new game.

Wrist work do my wrist work till
my wrist hurt, dick big, but the bitch
still want me fist her, no noise, pull
a drive-by in a fisker white bitch 
fuck her till that bitch call me the N-word

Angel, trap cris angel, fucking with the gang
ima show you where the pain go, riding with
yo bitch finna teach yo hoe to tango, one plus
one do the match ima hit her at an angle.

TRAP CRIS ANGEL (Prod. F1LTHY + OOGIE MANE)

lyrics:

golden ratio my bar count
im imbalanced chemically but compound
know the law of gravity i fall down
like them victims dying with they arms down

it's a tragedy, all the casualties
and the people who treat it so casually
the catastrophe, ripping families, 
all the hate that is born grows rapidly

Never will i talk, they might laugh at me
Tell me what you want, shit aint bad for me
You just have a front, so i backhand him
Bullet hit his lungs increase my batting average
I dont wanna talk, leave my ass alone
Call me if you want i wont pick up the phone
Every time we do this neither of us grow
Im angry but im always sad to see you go

Diamonds not everything nice but im lit
I just like ice cause the feeling it give me
Always try play on the dick cause she friendly
Smoking my gas til the blunt on empty
I dont give a fuck bout you niggas so tempt me
Just took my brain and my heart and i blended
Just took my pain in my heart and transcended 
I know they afraid by the vibe that they sending

Funny when you got an industry ducking you, laugh in my face but i know you're uncomfortable
Never hear nothing but lies and its wonderful just cause i know how you stand when in front of you

I dont wanna know (I dont really care)
Wake up feeling low (Why im even here)
Ass that on the floor (Reason why im here)
On a slipping slope (Bout to disappear)

Way that i feel wrong, fuck being right
Waiting to peel some'n, tucking the knife
Waiting to feel some'n pill down the pipe im debating to kill some'n thinking bout life
Did all this shit by myself and my strife
Getting my got and it forced me to strive
Never knew me or the thing that's inside it's a pleasure to know i was born to survive

(hook)

REMIND ME, WHY AM I HERE AGAIN? (PROD. JAHRAHMF)

also a freestyle.

@zotiyac @xlandfill

the demons are coming.
there will be bloodshed.
this is self-inflicted.
we are all hollow.
perish is inevitable.

Art by @queenjayelle

Listen on YouTube: https://youtu.be/UfVqAUM5gfs

VoidTracks Exlusive.

ZOTiYAC - SELF-INFLICTED (Prod. Landfill)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I BETTER MIND MY BUSINESS,
PRETEND I AINT HEAR IT JUST PASS AWAY QUICKLY WITH NO INTERFERENCE/ 

IF I SHOOT OUT THE CLUB INNER SPIRIT GET TAKEN LIKE LIAM JUST WALK OUT AND CLEAR IT/ 

WHEN I CALL OUT YO NAME HE AINT HEAR IT BUT DARE SAY A WORD BOUT ME NO ONE COME NEAR ME/ 

ITS AN OBVIOUS FACT THAT THEY FEAR ME AVOID IT AS MUCH AS THEY CAN BUT THEY HEAR IT NIGGA/

NO YOU CANT NOW/
BROUGHT IT BACK DOWN/
JUST TO DROP IT ON HEAD LIKE SMACKDOWN/ 
FUKK IMMEDIATELY TAKING IT BACK PAL/
WHILE THEY STUCK TRYNNA COPY MY LAST SOUND/
OKAY I SEE YOU TAKE THAT ROUTE/
MAYBE THAT'S WORKING FOR FAST CLOUT/ UNDERAGE BITCH WIT THE CLASS CLOWN, BUT THE LABEL SEE HIM AS A CASH COW/ 

MARY KATE RIGHT OUT THE DROP TOP WHIP/ 
MEDICATE SMOKING 2 BLUNTS THAT'S TWINS/
ENEMIES SWEET AS SOME DARK LIGHT KISS/
MAKING APPEARANCES KILLING YALL KIDS/
WATCH HOW YOU TALK OR I PASS TIGHT FIST/
MAKING MY WAY WHILE THEY MAKING UP SHIT/ 
THEY FEED THE SHEEP AND ITS BIT BY BIT/
ALL OF YO STYLES WAS BIT LIKE SHIT/ 

NIGGA WALK UP/
THEN HE GET CUT, NIP TUCK/ 
GOD HE GOT SLUMPED/ 
UNDER THAT SKIN GET STUCK/

Nip, Tuck (Prod. BLVC SVND)

First single off "Exitium," coming soon.

Lyrics:

PRIVATE PARTIES WITH THE 1 PERCENT/
SHOOTING ALL ATTENDANTS AT THIS MARVELOUS AND GRAND EVENT JUST DISPLAYING MY TALENTS GOT A PAST OF POST TRAUMATIC STRESS/ SLEEPING ON A WALL THAT'S WHAT MY BACKS AGAINST/ BRACE YOURSELF WHEN FUKKIT QUICKLY GRASPS THE PEN IMMACULATELY DASHES LINES THAT CRACKS THE NECKS OF ALL OBJECT/
SHUN'EM LET HIM LIVE OR SHOULD I BASH HIM DEAD ILL ASK AGAIN/
SHOULD I KILL THEM ALL OR LET THEM CRASH INSTEAD/
CAUSING ALL THESE RAPPERS TO LOSE BALANCE GETTING LOST AND MAD THEY LAST AGAIN/ 
SHOULD I SHOW COMPASSION FOR THE PASSIONLESS IS MY QUESTION/
SIMPLE ANSWERS NEVER GRANT THE HARDENED HEAD A HAPPY END/ 
MAYBE IM NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW/
STILL HERE WITH THE BOASTING FLOW SHOWBOATING WHILE I MOTORBOAT HER WETTER THAN A COASTAL COVE/ 
DOING SHOWS, 
COAST TO COAST AND HOUSE TO HOUSE, BROKE THEM DOORS, GIVE MOUTH TO MOUTH TO ALL YOUR WHORES SHE PANTING WHILE SHE CHOKES SOME MORE/ 
PISTOL POKE YO POST MALONE, NO SKI MASK ON GET TOASTED WARM,
IT'S CLOSE TO WAR, TIME FOR POSTAL CARDS AND NOTES THAT WONT COME HOME/

NOBODY ELSE HIDES AND SURVIVES FROM THIS DAY FORWARD/
ITS A CONSTANT MONOTONOUS SWINGING WITHIN UNCONSCIOUS AND NOW THEY BOUT TO SEE WHAT THEY ALL PRAYED FOR/ 
NIGGAS FINNA HAVE TO WAIT IN LINE CAUSE THEY PAID FOR IT/ 
THIS THAT BARREL TO THE MOTHERFUCKING FACE SHIT THE SAME TIP OF GRACE YALL LIL GIMMICKS NEEDA TASTE QUICK/
JUDGE FACING THE DIRECTION OF THE PLAINTIFF WIT BLOOD STAINED HATRED THAT DRIPS DOWN PAGES/ 
WHAT IS LIFE AT THIS POINT NOTHING REALLY JUST A STROLL-THROUGH CONCEPT/ KNOW YOU WANNA OBJECT BUT PROCESS PROGRESS/ CAN YOU EVEN SEE A BETTER PLACE WITHIN THIS DARK MESS, HUMANKIND CONQUEST?/ 
WATCH WHEN THE TIME STOPS-A-TICK/
LET IT ALL FALL DOWN CROSSING THE BRIDGE, ITS A SHAME HOW ITS GONE DOWN DROPS LIKE A TWIG SNAPSHOTS OF A TIME LAPSE LOST IN ABYSS/

Mortem (Prod. The Virus And Antidote)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I GREW UP WITH A SENSE OF MYSELF/
THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND THEM/ 
HOW MY WORDS BOUT TO SLICE'EM SO THIN LIKE THEY TRYNNA CUT WEIGHT ON THEY WAY TO THE GYM/
TRAINING DAY BUT THEY SIT BY THE BENCH/ SPOT A NIGGA SHIT GETTING SUSPENSEFUL/ TEACHING SOMETHING THE MOMENT I TEST YOU ERASE YOUR EXISTENCE JUST USING A PENCIL/
TANGO DOWN CAUSE HE MOVED IN MY RADIUS STOP ALL THAT PLAYING SHIT TURN OFF YO CONSOLE UNPLUG YO PLAYSTATION BITCH/ BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST GETTING STARTED IM OFFA BLUE PILL SO PLUG ME INTO MATRIX TANK/
STILL THEY WANNA SAY DEM IS SIMILAR HEARING YOUR STYLES SOUND OFTLY FAMILIAR/ WHY THEY WANT COPY ME THEN CLAIM ORIGINAL  PROVES THAT THEIR FUCKING DELIRIOUS/ 
AND YO LIL SISTER BI-CURIOUS LAUGH IT OFF QUICK WHILE I LOOK AT YOU SERIOUS/ BITCH I HIT LICKS AND IM CLEARING'EM I AM THE ONE AINT NO OTHER SINCERELY HIM/ 
COVER YOUR FACE LIKE KENNY,
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS JUST FACE LIKE PENNIES/ I GOT A WHITE REDHEAD LIKE WENDY, WHILE MOST OF THESE CLIQUES LIKE ED, EDD, EDDY/ 
I HOLD THE BURNER AND BLAST TIGHT STEADY/ 
RUNNING THE FOREST I FUCKS ON JENNY/
I GOT THE WOP AND 1 EYE ON FETTY,
DONT CARE BOUT THE GUAP OR YOUR IPHONE SILLY/ 
IM CHILLING WITH DEATH LIKE BILLY IM POINTING THE BEAM AINT NO FLASHLIGHT JIMMY/ 
WATCH THESE LIL NIGGAS GET PETTY I PROMISE MY JOB IS TO EMPTY ON PLENTY/

FORMULA BITE MINE HEAVY/
I MAKE SURE HIS BLOODLINE ENDING/
I MAKE SURE MY LIMELIGHT READY FOR QUALITY FILMING THIS PUBLIC BEHEADING/ 

BITCH I CRAWLED UP FROM THAT DIRT NAP WATCH MY HANDS RUB JUST LIKE BIRDMAN I CONTROL THOSE BODIES ERMAC CANT NOBODY STOP ME HEARD THAT/ 
YALL ARE VERMIN,
THAT FANBASE A BURDEN,
THAT I KNOW FOR CERTAIN WET YO BLOCK UP FUCK A BIRDBATH/ 

MAYBE I DONT GIVE A FUCK, BOUT NOBODY BUT MYSELF, MADE TSUNAMIS AND EXCELLED NOW IM LEFT WONDERING LIKE WHAT ELSE?
CARDS THAT I BEEN DEALT,
TOP NOTCH BITCH GOT SKILLS,
FAVORITE RAPPER CANT PAY BAIL,
BUT HE COLD BLOODED CAUSE HE SAY HE GOT SCALES/

Formula (Prod. Phosphate)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP2GIahwWDg
mixed by twd

lyrics:

DIGGING DEEP HOLD THE SHOVEL, 
SCRAPING DIRT OUT MY FINGER-NAILS GOT THESE SCRAPES ON MY KNUCKLES/ 
I WORK THE NIGHT SHIFT,
GRAVEYARD WHERE THE LIGHT DIM AND DOUBLE THE DARKEST NIGHT CREPT IM CUDDLED UP WITH THE KNIFE SEEING DOUBLE RIGHT OUT MY IRIS/

EYELESS-HANGING-HEAD IN THE CUPBOARD, I SLEEP BESIDE IT/

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH DRIED UP BLOOD ON MY EYELIDS I DISAPPEAR IN THE SILENCE/

*WHEW*

BRING ME BACK LIKE ORIGINAL TEEN TITANS, YOU, FUCKING WITH A LION NOT A HYMEN SAVE YOUR BREATH LIKE THE HEIMLICH MANEUVER THROUGH YOUR COMPUTER THROUGH ALL YOUTUBER SCREENS/
WHO THE FUCK REALLY UNDER THE INFLUENCING NUMBERS AND STYLISTICALLY BUNDLED UP EVERY NEW RELEASE/ 

NOT YOUR HONOR I JUDGE YOU FOR ACTING STUPIDLY CURIOUS,
LOOK, 
MAY I CONVINCE YOU TO CHANGE PERSPECTIVE THIS HEARING IS BOOKED/ 
CAUSE YOUR CONCEPTION OF SELF IS FRANKILY DELIRIOUS THOUGHT I MENTIONED IT/ 

I KNOW PERCEPTION MYSTERIOUS BUT THE FACT IS AS CLEAR AS IT SHOULD/ 
STAND IN THE LIGHT SO I SEE YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'S AS GOOD/ 
IM MENTALLY STRAINING AND DONE/
ENOUGH TO BE PAID IN SOME FUNDS/
HIGHER THAN ANYONE OFF THIS BLUNT THAT IM SMOKING FOR LUNCH/
I DROP AND I CLEAN UP THE CRUMBS/ 
RIDING THE BEAT TO THE PUNCH/ 
LINE UP YA TEETH TO THE FRONT/
KICK'EM THAN SPIT THE BLOOD INNA CUP TIL HE LEANING PO-UP/
PULL UP THAN LIGHT YA BLOCK WIT A POLE TIL ITS HOT LIKE THE SUN/

just shut the fuck up for once, please.. holy shit (Prod. MKULTRA) *vid in desc*

(note: this song is a satire)

lyrics:

it's a job for a cowboy
got that heavy metal with me
shoot out the saloon if anybody got some issues pending

imma roll up.. wait
your daughter fornicate
i take her on first date :)
i'm nutting on her face :/

Margiela penis
margiela my penis
swing-shot crack like venus
swim inside like semen but she spit up cuz bulimic 

hot outside's the season while i exorcise my demons
fuck you mean it's teasing if you doubt me for some reason

wok, walk
i be sippin walk
so i cannot talk
omg, omg
why she dancing on my glock? <---- lol
fendi, bentleys, bought <---- lol
feel me bitch wassup
semi-auto, keep it tucked

yuh

how to rap generic, a tutorial freestyle (Prod. Amertume)

ZOTIYAC - NEVER THAT

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