acrantrict mix (sini47 11) #e4yexc

BLEED

LET IT SINK IN

junky

mixed by @removeface x @kennytheuniverse-23555
produced by @drowntogadrown x @9lives

lyrics:

talking bout me but i know that shit is getting old
you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting-
you keep talk- you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting old-old-old-old-old

you stay talking about me yeah i know
yeah you stay talking about me yeah i know
i’ll take your bitch and all the money that you owe 
step aside you took my spot and now you acting like a hoe
you so weak you need a spot cause you can’t do it on your own
you stay flexing all this fake ass shit and post it just for show
you don’t know me i don’t you why you acting like you my bro
you a broke ass mufucka you gon stay out in the cold
you had your chance to ride with me but then you mufuckin sold

you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting old
you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting-
you keep talk- you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting old

(talking bout me but i know that shit is getting old
you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is get-
you keep talking- you keep)

yeah go go-o-o-o-o
really i can do this by myself i’m a no show
really i can do this by myself i’m a no-no-no-no-no-no
really i can do this by mys- by mys- i’m a no show
do not be mad when i go and fuck your hoe-hoe
steady lying on the internet you bozo
i don’t think you understand that this isn’t free promo
hope you die slow, i don’t wanna see you no-no

you so weak you need a spot cause you can’t do it on your own
you stay flexing all this fake ass shit and post it just for show
you don’t know me i don’t you why you acting like you my bro
you a broke ass mufucka you gon stay out in the cold
you had your chance to ride with me but then you mufuckin sold

you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting old
you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting-
you keep talk- you keep talking bout me but i know that shit is getting old

keep talking (living luxury x 9lives)

STAY SLUDGED.

I wanna go home//

Home//

I wanna go home//

I wanna go//

Where lighting’s the blade of god and far outside our reach//

Fiber optic cables and bodies, eroded by the sea//

Eyes are glazed and bloodied, need golden light to sleep//

I wanna go home and die in peace//

Where lighting’s the blade of god and far outside our reach//

Fiber optic cables and bodies, eroded by the sea//

Eyes are glazed and bloodied, need golden light to sleep//

I wanna go home and die in peace//

I wanna go home//

Home//

I wanna go home//

I wanna go//

Home//

Home//

HOME

STAY SLUDGED.

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 1
Drinking in Pixel light//
You don't want the sun to touch me//
Oxidize and iron turns to rust in my bloodstream//
Overheated CPU mirages//
Nigga I'm seeping through the pauses in your laughter//
Fill up the gaps//
No choice but love me//
Figurine molded into figurehead//
They replaced the nicotine with*** in their cigarettes//
Independents spill acrylic on the internet//
Watching where the sinners step//
*This is the Arsonist*

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 2
Got my neck caught in a wire trap//
Algorithms out your rhythms better than the a wiretap//
Audience puppeteering, tear up when the wires snap//
I'm circuit boards and wires//
Spreading fire when I break//
My skin is reflecting niggas desires back in they face//
I been infecting wounds and infesting lifetimes prior to prepping your grave//
Data collection no I'm collecting souls//
I compile them to better lure prey//
I'm acquiring your tastes//
Online liars are lying in wait//


Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Outro (Overpade and Gao)

It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
Not one to judge yeah//
I still get judged yeah//
It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//

BEAUTIFUL (ft. Overpade)

*on all plats*

im dat nigga dats wassup, nigga stfu
i did more in my life, than sum of u niggas could
trynna copy all i do, like fuckit nigga u should
and that shit is not a fuckn problem till u look like me
dats da line nigga, imma go n set dat boundary
and dis song ain even started yet but im still goin hard
(and i prod dis shit fuck nigga, dis shit craz)

fancy ass car wit dem bags innat bitch, they getn took
i know 20 niggas rlly shootin shit, aint getting shook
imma talk from start 2 finish nigga ion need a hook
n ill make sure niggas hear me so im raisin up da vox
steady talkin on me nigga you gon get put inna box
i c everything my nigga like 2 eyes up on a hawk
stop dat fuck nigga breathin like a fuckn bloodclot
put dat nigga in da ground, imma stay up on top

taught dat boy a trick or 2, i got hella in my sleeve
go head tell me wutchu want, i got everything u need
how tf u still in love? i had dat bitch on her knees
n im shoutin out 2 preme nigga, all about da meez

thumpin on a nigga chest like a heart attack, damn
ian stoppin till a nigga get a hunnid racks, DAMN
i will never ever fold n dats a fuckn fact, DAAAMMMNNN

bust a nigga on his ass

b4.tha_fall

tzkariel X [GOR]IZZY - NoChances [prod.yungraydah]

show some love yall our times soon.
prod. nekogod

lyrics - 

 yea it started w the head trauma 
feel their words turn to dead omens
they’ll be dead for it
keep what’s special in your bed 
we been creepin through the night (‘what are y’all gone do x2)
Only feeding for themselves moving solo in this cell (what am I gone do x2)

yea I think about it every night 
All the these burdens but I swear to Christ 
think of the grifts n then I think it twice 
laying in the lake of your ideas lemme take control for a minute 
evil w a blade never find me lose me in a crowd in the city

I said I’ll arm the whole city make a whole mass taskforce 
climb the branch it’s all the same 
a vet to u casuals 
Manage what’s intangible 
Fantasy to cannibals 
telling u that ur foolish 
even tho ur bold
crush tree under roofs that no one has to know
bloody teeth w smoke 
sharper when were close 
I can’t hide your taste when I’m looking at a rose 

(dance through the course of our end x2)

PARIS - HEAD TRAUMA (PROD. NEKOGOD)

I just need a cure
Even if it's slow
Nothin' I would know
Rotten to the bone
Bullet to my dome
Got to let it go
But I don't want to go
I don't want to go back there for you
Shut up, don't talk to me
Please just leave me alone
Shut up, shut up, shut up, yeah!

Told myself, told myself
That it's all okay
Let it burn, watch it burn, burning all away
Scared to throw myself into the flames
Bet you hate me, bet you fuckin' hate me
Everything, yeah
Everything I did, yeah
Everything, yeah
Everything I did was wrong, and it breaks me
Yeah it fuckin' breaks my heart

But I just need a cure
Even if it's slow
Nothin' I would know
Rotten to the bone
Bullet to my dome
Got to let it go
But I don't want to go
I don't want to go back there for you

insomniac (prod. pharmacy)

NEW RAGE

Forever Lost (prod. DUSTMYTE)

(djwolfff149) vesper #lightbringer prod.wolfgang

#luvvvxXxspell love=pain prod.kingfelix

prod @laserboyspy
mix by @basedwrld4l
shoutout to both of them ^^

envyisdeath #ETERNAL *prod samurai*

Murder weapon carved initials in the tree bark
Should of seen you been concealing pistols in your knee socks
Locked our fingers round the locket that we keep locked
Broke the ice but now it's thawed under the 

Heat of the moment's past now it's tepid in the water
Cast out the hexes from the cauldron
Gagged on the dregs left at the bottom,
Still taste the remnants of the solvent

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Tell me I'm more than just the damaged parts


Complete each others sentences then serve our own,
Lit cigarettes in pockets, course it burned a hole
Snow angels in the ashes, now we turn to stone
This person's old
Should be curtains closed

Steal your teeth when you're sleeping with the needles in the haystack
Red flags were a thief fucking creeping in the glade,
Back broke ,cant hold you
Crimson seeping from your face
Tuck your blade

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

*dead leaves*

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

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