All praises to the most high Yeshua HaMashiach

Fuck that I don’t need that shit in my life

Scare Face sample fire. No kids, no husband

has anyone reverted these mixtapes to their actual voices. unknow like remove the reverb and voice modifications

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[VERSE I: Lil Oozing]
living on this earth is parallel to living in hell
i can't seem to break the spell
detach my soul and separate my cells
let my spirit dwell inside another realm
throw my lifeless body down the haunted wishing well
my carcass starts to swell
the explanation's that i fell
at the hour of my death make sure they swing from broken bells
wipe the blood off of my face but leave the stains on my lapel

[VERSE II: Lil Hurt]
horrifying images on replay in me mind
come take a walk with me and see the other side
counting down the days until me sacrifice
secret seances me feel the poltergeist
come and play down by the river
got 59 killers in masks
scarecrow deliver the pull of a trigger
while you fucking die and i laugh
hear the sounds
demons surround
swell from the ground
feel the flames
we drown in pain
let's die in vain, mane

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

DEGENERATION IN THE KEY OF A MINOR

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

yeah they call me yung mutt
in the cut smelling like some indica
all these hoes keep splitting cuffs
spilling guts
no ands, ifs, or buts
if her butt was any fatter i'd be fucked and quickly bust
splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
give her antihistamines
pistol green like it's a buck
trigger squeezing like i'm fiending for a reason to give up 
bend your knees
begging please like i could really give a fuck
uzi tucked against my spleen
i'll make you bleed until you rust
for the static, i'm an addict
back at it like a chiropractic crack habit
if i want it ima have it
knock you off this fucking planet
send your corpse up to the stars replace em all with fucking maggots
pants saggin'
red flaggin'
ima get the bag whether it's paper or it's plastic
all these fuckboys i be slappin'
aint got time for all your cappin’
ima conjure up my demons
whisper all their names in latin

[VERSE II: Wetto]

yung wetto
it's yung north, mane
whipping in a ford thang
gripping on the hammer
indiana
slicky fort wayne
pot filled with white dust
house color white nut
looking for the chewing
patrick ewing out a white slut
cup dirty
glock 30
murk a motherfucker quick
eastern bloc
sticker shock
custom how i rock a benz
5% on the tint looking like the babadook
fuck a fight i'd rather shoot
my youngin' hollering hootie hoo
i yell amen
hollow tips rain in
59 guerilla
i'm too real for them to cage in
southern cajun
suckers bite the pavement
told that hoe to hit my agent talking bout engagements
fuck a blame shift
i'm that motherfucker, boy
creeping thru the night
turbos breathing like they paranoid
billy bob a halle berry
wetto makaveli
northside
burn em all at the stake while singing bloody mary

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Realism Vs Idealism

REALISM VS IDEALISM

[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im poppin sticks like im nick cannon
smash her like im ganondorf
all my homies stuntin
we all ballin like we manage sports
fuckboi on my dick
wants a pic
go head and tag the dork
miss me with that bullshit
yeah i shoulda been a matador
slap a whore
choke a bitch
man i think i broke her hip
fuck her til she soaked in piss
i plan to make a note of it
blanco always faded like a motherfucking poke n stick
ready to snatch a soul
seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
i'm smoking bliss
turn a fuckboy into mist
scratch a name off of my list and add another
just for kicks
open slit up on my wrist
yeah i think they get the gist
tighten up my fucking fist
blanco never fucking miss
spit out the drip
dont want crystals in my stomach
all these crystals on my bitch
align her chakras while we fuckin
rearranging all her plumbing
all these suckas think they stuntin'
but they really just lame
spittin' out flames
bitch i bang grey 
five nine til the day i die
my tear ducts all dried
i fear i dont know why i feel so normal when im high
all these voices in my head i cant tell which one is the lie
always bring the storm yeah blanco blackin out the sky

[VERSE II: Wetto]

give it how these haters want it
break a bitch up on it
yung slick walking coma as i smoke the marijuana
its yung north 
make the bass shake
tell a bitch wait
diamonds shine as i flip it
ship it make the weight skate
i been wrist whipping
flocking chickens
when i slide pimping
glock gripping
pop a clip in
have your mind spinning
spine bending
bloody linens in your mom kitchen
crime ridden
hood i'm from ain’t got no prime lending
slicky flame sizzle
rolling with a tank missile 
tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue
i'm popping 30s seeing blurry
still I can’t miss you
pop the stick and blow the clip
kill everyone that came with you
same issues
playing russian roulette with revolvers
i go gung ho with that drum roll like i'm travis barker
“last offer”
hear the devil talking to me often
fuck a coffin when I die just burn me in a foreign
wetto chris walken
haunted like the deer hunter
you a larp with no heart just tuck your dick under
you a fed you a cop you a real uncer
scarface wetto with that metal let that steel rumble

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

Every Dog Has His Day

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

you can sleep in my grave
i won't be needing it and you need some rest
it's the end of our days
i've tried melting the ice of your skin
i've done my best

not even the sun can fix this one
let me float down
let me float down
let me float down
can i at least keep your skull?
if i look at you now, i'll turn to stone and guard your tomb

i'll live as long as my little lungs last
haunting the depths of the flooded earth

and one day when it is my turn
i'll be too nervous to ask you to share and my spine might break
but i will get all that i yearned
my plan is to hug an anvil and sink to the bottom of a lake

i'll live as long as my little lungs last
haunting the depths of the flooded earth will be my skull
found in water bound grass
will you bring flowers to my grave?
will you let them float down to where i lay?

after further reasoning, i'm going to bed

i remember the way your lipstick
the way your lipstick bled that bloody red
and if i recall from when we last kissed
i spent the whole night throwing up your spit
and finding something to drink that was toxic enough to wash this bad taste out my mouth
because baby
you have had my heart, now you can have my stomach too
i don't know what to tell you
i don't know what to tell you

my love life needs a lobotomy

let me sleep for eternity
pull the blanket right over my head
come join me
i'm lonely
close your eyes real slowly
this won't be something to dread
i promise

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back, and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?

take me out

dig me up and out the ground and wipe off all of the fucking dirt
you still won't get the message
i'll include the wreckage
i'm just trying to make this work
i promise

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back

i got a gun in my mouth and all i can think about is how loud it would sound if i let off a round
but i'm dead on the ground and the ground's stained brown
oh wow
i've been dead for a while now
how?
i guess i'm a ghost now that i'm toast
but i wasn't burned alive and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back, and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?
i guess a permanent stain of brains matches the drapes

XXL Hadron Collider

your pearl white eyes
they stain my moon red
let's pull back the tide and see if the moon is dead
it sinks in
it sinks in
this bullet's silver kills
i'm thinking i'm linked in to what gives you a thrill
lights out
i'll take my noose off and howl at the sight of your hand in my claw

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

my head pounds, and the moon looks full tonight
i'm hoping that the clouds stay out of fucking sight
one bullet left
heart beats in my chest
why are you frightened?

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

i promise to protect you 
to protect you with my curse

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

ROUGAROU (i've become the monster)

Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

[VERSE I: Yung Revelations]
can i ever get a moment to myself?
each moment that passes is fleeting
i try and i try to escape my own life
at this point yall should call me houdini
it always ends up with me bleeding
or so overwhelmed im retreating
back into the hole that i tried to climb out of
it always ends up self defeating
i'm addicted to sex
addicted to drugs
really whatever will make me feel loved
i dont care what you think
yeah i dont give a fuck
im still out here shining as bright as the sun
and no matter how hard it gets no matter how tough
dont disobey when i say just gimme the gun
if i dont let me demons out to breathe
ill end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings
come and visit me from time to time
to all the bitches that i was ever with
youre still on my mind

[VERSE II: Lil Psalm]
pushing that coupe in the rain
think i been going insane
popping and smoking and drinking is how i been coping and dealing with pain
snort up a line with my mom
yea i just be hoping to bond
another day working and wasting away the exact thing that i wanna buy
that’s time
i’m in that double R falling the fuck apart cooking up my frontal lobe
play it strong on the phone but i cry when alone cuz my daddy just hit a new low
fuck
every day bad news
every day cash rules
fuck what i did it’s what have you done lately
fuck that poetic shit got a chrome metal stick up to my brain just to know heaven for a bit
yea i just wanna run away
but all i ever do is run in place
the tears i cried it could have iced my chain
and on the best days i cant feel my face

Finding Shelter in My Larynx

[VERSE I: Indiana Slicky Fort Wayne]
i’m screaming fuck love cuz i guess i never got enough
shark attack an album every summer like i’m oddy nuff
grey gorilla i’m gripping my harambe nuts
how can i trust when my own blood be acting sus?
fuck
i got feelings i could never feel
keeping a blade up under my tongue just so i can guard my heel
constantly eating pills like i never skip a meal
them hoes they wanna chill i just give em vistiril

[VERSE II: DUCKBOY]
all these missed calls
texts left on read
when i do answer the phone
it’s usually “who is this again?”
i can see it in their eyes that they see me as a check
as a threat
fucking hating on me
waiting for me to miss a fucking step
they would love to catch me slipping
yeah thats why i learned to fly
always tryna touch the shun before i fall to my demise
broken skeleton scattered im only buzzin cuz of the flies
but i gained a million listeners on spotify overnight

A Little Trauma Can Be Illuminating, and I’m Shining Like the Sun

[VERSE I: Lil Remains]
lately i been feeling like i don’t know who the fuck i am
tryna figure out where the stage ends and i begin
‘til the bitter end i proceed with a hollow heart
cut my wounds and call it art
watch me as i come apart
pull up cullinan they wondering which sport i play
i say what i want and what you can’t afford to say
unless i’m hollering “grey” ain’t much else i gotta say
i made a gang and i made a way
and i made the wave and it’s here to stay
faking a smile while im flexing alarm going off for my anti depressant
my girl is up early and bitching and stressing about how im here but i’m lacking in presence
i tell her i love you but it’s lacking essence
and now i remember just who i am
but give me a pill this one for the win
i’m gone again

[VERSE II: Lord of Loneliness]
my type of vacation is isolation
i wanna be left alone
gonna see how long i hold until i end up fighting off temptations of self-annihilation
i’m holding myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage
i can’t fucking stop it now it’s all coming out
a verbal kind of vomit i wish i could gut it out
take away my stomach fucking rip it all apart
a hollow cage of calcium that used to hold my heart
i know i’m meant to be alone
i can feel it in my bones and in my soul

I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (V)

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (V)

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[VERSE I: BIG GRIEVE]

Make a punk bitch bite the curb
American history X
Burning churches until the dirt
Walk off and throw up the set
Just another Sunday purge, I'm Isis with blades and a neck. throw his body to the herd
This what happens when you flex
Fuck boy, I lace your mama's drink with LSD, gave your sister mescaline, then chased her up and down the street
Never sleep
Stay on the creep to kill you sheep
Mark of the beast
Walking disease
Hell is my theme

[VERSE II: LIL OOZING]

Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad
What the fuck your name is, boy?
I never heard of that
Germ is back in the n.o. we made a murder pack
She let out a nervous laugh
Swimming in the deep like where the surface at?
Make the sign of the cross and then I'm skrrtin' in the church's ash
Let me soul escape I'm switching bodies like a hermit crab
Home is where the dirt it at
Lemme circle back to the days when i said "fuck the world"
It's still me versus that
Ruby stuntin' like a circus at

[VERSE III: GERM]

Who that there with all that flare?
Stare into my eyes, I dare you
Ride with the carbon
Pistons in the hood
Ben Wallace with me
Just might shoot you down
Don't make no sound
Big gun sounds get to rushing, bitch
It's nothing
DirtyNasty$uicide
It's you or I
It's do or die
Bitch, it's me
I got hunnids and i heard your tank's on "e."
Boot me down, I stomp you out
Big body bitch hold on my heat
Clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types
Of cheesy
Better believe me, hoe
Gimme the cheese and dope

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

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[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

bitch i feel like tungsten
lungs itch from crumbling piff
a dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
i summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell
yeah, i got fungus growing in my stomach because i'm chugging wishes from the wishing well
watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams
you will never perfect them
smoking weed while i'm texting affections to your hoe named alexis
adding her to my collection
told her pull up to the 7th
i got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection
now the blunt's lit
she's a punk bitch
to my recollection, pussy like a dungeon
got me mumbling
now i'm flexing at the function
G*59 we run shit

[VERSE II: GERM]

ran up on 'em with the terror squad
i swear to god
up north, i'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe
my woes with me on that rambo flow
kick down the door
we don't knock
we send shots
touchdown
i got the pack
roll that sit back
no lack
trusty burner relax on my lap
i got yo bitch on my dick
audemaur wrist so slick
dripping all wet on my shit
i wish a nigga would come claim his bitch
i got flame for that shit
respect ain't shit
yall niggas ain't shit
this shit is sickening
never stopping, DN$ the limitless
running, ruling i need infinite
aw shit
roll my dope
bang hoes with my bros
roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke.

[VERSE III: $LICK $LOTH]

seven grams in the raw cone
fuck boy, it's my dick you can jump off
oh lord, i just popped me a xan bar
hold court when i ride with the pistol grip
talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average
bet sensei one stack if he smashed
woke up in the AM i heard that he passed it
migo and meth and lil germ hit her backwards
northside shawty got the 40 and the gaudy
purgatory is where i reside
east side of highway fifty nine
west side that m i crooked letter crooked letter i p p i
we don't see time
we don't decline, but we stay high
shadows under them street lights
keep hoes out of my sight
germ said he got that potent
ruby told meth to roll it
know we keep the best of green, so you know i'm smoking

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

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