i believe in gao the arsonist supremacy

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Brimstone (prod. Dr Skywalker)

https://youtu.be/3AqtLY4MkP0

art by pinkblxxd

@christdillinger
@mkultraproductions
@hellomesq
@bruhmanegoddd
@blckk
@wendigowendigo
@johnnascus
@triplesixdelete

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ILL DO WHATEVER I WANT WHEN I WANT(PROD.TRIPLESIXDELETE)[VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION]

BLEED

lyrics:

I don’t wanna die got no where to go 
if you seen him hide he already knows 
falling from my eyes still the blood shows
don’t forget won’t forget

seen the demons lying
seen the demons lying 

there right 
still I question 

inci0 <3

scrub (prod.solsa x skotskr)

@BLCKK
@jamesgorczyca1
Lyrics:
i been up late
uh
only thing i think about is my death
if he wan talk we gon put him to rest
i got a tattoo
in arabic
it say mercy
and its on my chest
this aint no bb gun shoot through the vest
my bitch look at me and say im the best
uh
shoutout to james 
because we in texas
been making more money
i been acting reckless
i hop in the plane and we bombing the nexus
fight you with both hands im ambidextrous
like blckk said
he shouldve killed me the second he wanted me dead
i got a reticle thats on my head
feel like a target while lying in bed
dont like niggas that wanna ride my dick
not afraid not gonna hide my shit
wake the fuck up wanna slice my wrist
i wanna see blood when i swing my fist
dont need a gun
pussy im equipped
like ben 10 i got the omnitrix
slim jesus drill time when i see that bitch
we flatten his body and then we up and dip

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MERCY W/BLCKK(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

lyrics:
gotta say that i dont give a fuck about it anyway
bunch of label niggas all up in my face
while im working hard tryna get a place
sheesh
traveling interstate
keeping my head down like fuck it
dont got no time for discussion
air this bitch out like no russian
pussy you rap on a budget

ay
fuck it whats up
im getting jaded my head out the cut
they never managed to see through the dust
hate on my niggas we fucking it up

uh
im feeling pretty when im in the city
im flexing like diddy or milly vanilly
i show em no pity
like fuck the committe
i pull out the blicky
for those who aint wit me

dont plan to leave any witnesses
skullmask on for the emphasis
cxrpse the underground infamous
found more bliss in my ignorance

i would join the illuminati
crushing baby bodies
all my niggas saudi
shooting up the party
kick it like karate
fuck a new bugatti
out in abu dhabi
you get disembodied

I PULL UP AND SHUT IT DOWN
PUSSY BOY YOU HIT THE GROUND
KNOW THEY LIKE HOW I SOUND
IF ITS UP THEN IM DOWN

FUCK IT.(PROD.ESKRY)

MK:
	
Good times create weak men

Every weekend

We get eaten

Consumed by our lives

We gon party

Like we already

We’re doin

Lets get it started tonight




Gimme all your money 

I want the attention

I want to you to love me

I want you to mention

Want you to wanna fuck me

I won’t cause your a peasant

I won’t ever let you touch me

Want you to know you’re less than


Tonight


Tonight

Forget our role

Its what we like

Its everything you want it be

(breakdown)

4shley:

I'm off the deep end

For no reason

For no reason

You want my time?

Well that depends

You should start bleeding or get in line


Look at all my achievements

You could never reach them

No you couldn't be me in your whole lifetime

I hope you see

We're not even

But to me that feels just fine

It's everything I want it to be

Give Me All Your Money (Feat. MKULTRA and 4shley)

Master of Disguises

SPOTiFY

ft @ssjcxrpse + @jamesgorczyca1
prod. @sybyr

LYRICS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz7NLlJKF6E

lack of function (ft. CXRPSE & JAMES GORCZYCA) (prod. Landfill)

Now i know how it feels 

to have it all erased

I can’t tell if i hear something

Call my name

I feel it grin

Ear to ear

Its my greatest fear

Something is mocking me

I don’t know when its gonna end


You must face

The voices in your brain

Theres no other way

Or you will go insane

Theres no time to waste

Its growing everyday

You know what to face

Somethings got to change


I’ve walked the tight rope 
Now tell me your alive

I’ll take the right road
But there im left to die 

I just being honest 
I don’t need you people to tell me another promise
Imma go an grab on the pistol I stay upon it 
Gonna take a couple out with me and leave it haunted 
all I really wanted 
Was to have a voice 
Thinking back I realize I don’t even have a choice 

Imma give a chance to try the red noise 
I go to advance the dead but no voids OI

Look At Yourself (ft. Fl.vco)

@jamesgorczyca1

PART 1: VOMIT

PART 2: ASSIMILATE

PART 3: DERAIL

2023 rap (co-prod. JAMES GORCZYCA)

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.

'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep.
only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth.

sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix,
pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists, (yah)
fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin.
pity peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from.

still saw dawn in the A.M.
tears are dried by the A.M.
A.M.
A.M.

A.M.

the spooky man himself: @emptysentiment

lyrics:

all these niggas gripping scissors, snipping ribbons at the finish line
shit illicit like the strippers getting dick inside
sick like nose blocked, grinding pillies into skinny lines
killing bitches often as a business fucking ringing lines

wringing necks
bringing next victim under guillotine
crazy like prescription medication boxes fill the jeans
challenge and withdraw like chronic smoker ween off nicotine
aint got a leg to stand on, bitch your sitting with a millipede

popping off till im popping, paparazi pop a vein for a pic,
sabotage a nigga coming up and patsies offer blame for the shit i didnt do,

been a fool,
ridiculed
motherfucker
been a threat first
church pants wrinkled as the bitch who knit your sweatshirt
early on i had a firm grip on the sceptor
crown jewels in the breast pocket of my button up

been barbaric,
since i parroted my mama,
yall acting like you hang up in the barracks, camoflage, nigga
yall is hiding like a gut at menopause, bitch
crimson paint the wall like the fucking renaissance

plunder and im pillaging
yall be dead as chivilry,
like fuck misogny,
talk as cheap as currency of bust economy
niggas fucked up like the doctor cut an artery

gao run amuck,
niggas house bunning up,
having doubts running up
ill show you how to tummy tuck

gao run amuck,
niggas house bunning up,
having doubts running up
ill show you

TUMMI TUCC (prod. Empty Sentiment)

skeletons in my closet |prod. yang

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

business inquiries: ferri@goodproblems.co

TUMMI TUCC (prod. Empty Sentiment)

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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