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Dark trap

The final in a trilogy of RVMAN EP's. Watch how we've progressed over these past 3 years.

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12. Bloody Mary Freestyle, Pt. 2

iPHoNe 12

prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

CUTTINGMYNAMEINTOAGOTHBITCH (PROD. KIRAW)

NAUSEOUS (PROD. E9)

IDONTCARE (PROD. E9)

(Intro)

MAD YAX
ALL BLACK FIT WHEN I STEP IN THE ROOM
MUHFUCKAS NOTICE AND MUHFUCKAS MOVE
CAME FROM THE STOMACH, YOU CAME FROM THE WOMB
YOU WAS BORN PUSSY I AINT NOTHIN LIKE YOU

(Hook)
I DONT SLANG DOPE
ID RATHER STAY HOME AND SMOKE
GOTTA GAME TWEEN MY LIPS
N LIKE 3 MORE ROLLED
BURY YOU IN DIFFERENT AREAS
N SCATTER THE BONES
LOOKING FOR ALL THE PIECES
MAKE THE PD LOSE HOPE

(Verse 1)
ROSE PEDALS N HOLLOW POINTS
TO DECORATE YA GRAVE
HEARD HIS CASKET WAS CLOSED
CUZ I FUCKED UP HIS FACE
ITS A DAMN SHAME
GETTING KILLED IN YO PLACE
NOW THE NEXT TENANTS
WILL HAVE TO CLEAN THE STAINS

WASH THE BLOOD OFF
NO MR. CLEAN
OXYCONTIN AND PROMETHAZINE
“I don’t pop pills it just goes with the theme”
BUT IM ROLLIN IN THIS BITCH
LIKE I JUST POPPED A BEAN
AYE
GOTTA HEADSHOT, SNIPER IN THE PARKING LOT
FEELING LIKE IM MERCY RESURRECTING WIT THE DEAD SHOT
WOAHHHH
FROM FLORIDA DOWN TO TEXAS UP TO JERSEY THEN TO CALI
CHARLOTTE TO RHODE ISLAND FINNA TAKE OVER THE GLOBEEE

(BRIDGE)
MAD YAX
ALL BLACK FIT WHEN I STEP IN THE ROOM
MUHFUCKAS NOTICE AND MUHFUCKAS MOVE
CAME FROM THE STOMACH, YOU CAME FROM THE WOMB
YOU WAS BORN PUSSY I AINT NOTHIN LIKE YOU

(HOOK)
I DONT SLANG DOPE
ID RATHER STAY HOME AND SMOKE
GOTTA GAME TWEEN MY LIPS
N LIKE 3 MORE ROLLED
BURY YOU IN DIFFERENT AREAS
N SCATTER THE BONES
LOOKING FOR ALL THE PIECES
MAKE THE PD LOSE HOPE

(VERSE 2)
CHOPPA REVVIN UP
SHIT GET POPPIN LIKE A TAILPIPE
ME N VAL HOPPED OUT
WE JUMPED EM AT THE RED LIGHT
CAUGHT EM IN HIS CRIB HE WAS COZY IT WAS MIDNIGHT
XAN’s AT THE GUCCI STORE TRYNA GET HIS DRIP RIGHT
STINKS DRINKIN FORTYS OF THAT PISS FLAVORED SHIT
YAXTZEE GOIN CRAZY WRAP THAT BITCH
IN 5 PERCENTS
PUT THE MUZZLE TO HIS MOUTH GOT EM TALKIN WITTA LISP
SHOOT HIS FEET N LET EM WALK IT OUT
LEFT EM WITTA LIMP

C - SECTiON <PROD. KiRK>

IMAKEMONEYWHILEIPISS (PROD. E9)

HANZO HASASHI w/ MOBBS RADICAL (Prod. Erigød)

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Prod. https://www.instagram.com/wxcky.official/
Mixed & Mastered by https://www.instagram.com/samuelthedestroyer/
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/whoismuski/

Lyrics:
I’m like a mummy at night
Fightin’ with bright lightnin'
Hidin’ the pain inside
Behind demons as they arise from him
Approach with the scythe tension it starts heightenin’
The type to cut the lights once you thought your future was brightenin’
I’m Jigsaw the contraption gon’ start tightenin’
You just a lil puppet atop your trike cyclin’
Thought he was up that advance had his boys hypin’ him
Now he’s just in debt to his label because he’s idlin’
You talkin’ tough but I’m smilin’
‘Cause all the evidence that you’re bitch made since day one has been pilin’
Took all your claims and compiled ‘em
So when you’re layin’ there on the ground whinin’
I’ll provide a list
Of the 13 reasons why you’re covered in blood you bitch

‘Cause you just run your mouth online but I throw fists
How come you acted so hard talkin’ all that shit
Must’ve forgot you weren’t wearin’ your Oculus
Reminded you it’s IRL real fucking quick
‘Cause you just run your mouth online but I throw fists
How come you acted so hard talkin’ all that shit
Must’ve forgot you weren’t wearin’ your Oculus
Reminded you it’s IRL real fucking quick
‘Cause you just run your mouth online but I throw fists
How come you acted so hard talkin’ all that shit
Must’ve forgot you weren’t wearin’ your Oculus

Oculus

Official Lyric Video

Oculus (Prod. WXCKY)

The track is a unique blend of a melancholic beat and emo rap bars from n0trixx and the uplifting fluid cadences from Kiing Loki.

miseria cantare w/ Kiing Loki [prod. n0trixx]

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HEADLIGHTS TO YO FACE

Prod. regreting
Vocals, Lyrics, Mixing/Mastering,, & Cover Art by Red Dot

ColdFront

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[HOOK]
Wet up yo block we gon turn it to a cemetery
Rolling 50 deep got us looking like the military 
All our chains hitting, so cold like its Ben and Jerry's
Demon in the night, better not say Bloody Mary
Hit it from the back! Cause she want it in her guts
Free all my brothers they dont need to be in cuffs
Put a price on yo head then my brothers come and buss
Hollows lookin like a shooting star better duck

[Verse 1]
Hitting shit out of the park like I play for the Mets
put a ripple on top of yo head wave check
Yuh, i look like tree how i keep all these sticks
we gon wet up yo block till he turn to a fish

when im loading the drac put in 7.62
if ya boy talking funny we'll hit his ass too
pull up the addy we know where you stay
if you talkin that reckless we gon end yo day

Keep a piece in the booth if you run up on my session
I aint fuckin with quesions send his ass straight to heaven
i got Kashi in the back and i know he's pocket checking
You aint getting in with shit and if you try you'll need a blessing

[Bridge]
Wet up yo block, yuh
wet up yo block, yuh yuh 
wet up yo block, yuh yuh

[Hook Repeats]

[Bridge 2]
No disrespect to you OG's (Huh,Yuh)
We just on new shit (New shit)
No disrespect to you rappers (Rappers)
But you got fake drip (Fake Drip)
Man i see you in my DM's and you always throwing shade
You a fuckin nobody and you think that im afraid 
Imma keep talking shit until you put me in my place
Im a skinny white boy but i can still give a fade, BITCH

[Verse 2]
WELCOME TO THE SHOW, MOTHERFUCKERS CALL ME SLICK RICK
I AQUIRED ALL THE NAMES THEN PUT THEM ON MY HIT LIST
WATCHING BODIES DROP MAN I THINK THAT IM ADDICTED
SHOT HIM OUT THE EARTH, ANOTHER WAY TO GET LIFTED

STEP THE FUCK BACK, PLEASE DONT GET CLOSE BECUASE I BRING THE HEAT
MY AR GOT THAT KICKBACK LEAVING BODIES ALL UP IN THE STREET
IM BRINGING ALL THE STATIC FUCK STITCHES WE GON LET EM LEAK
IM POSTED OUTSIDE WIT THAT TOOL WHILE ALL YOU DO IT TWEET

Toolie on my hip i might just buss it at yo fuckin homie,
Grip the heater so much ill have my homie buss it for me 
Took ya homie life and for me its just another trophy 
you cant even mourn cause we'll pop you at his ceremony

We do not gang, bang
but we will BANG, BANG
You do not gang, bang
Dont care what you claim-ing 

[Hook Repeats]

Spotify & Apple Music

Bloody Mary Freestyle [Prod. Shinyy]

Prod. Na$tii

Chorus:
where is yo iron at u look anemic 
u lost a homie hope it get repeated 
all of these comments gon leave you deleted 
you make the wrong move n yo body in pieces 

Verse: 
lighting up sticks over rocks like caveman 
beat em so bad I don’t know where his face at 
no Walter white but that bitch gonna break bad 
DMT lab in the crib wear a face mask 
you get replaced fast 
bitch I’m conceded
448 
we might get through weekend
lil bitch why you speaking 
I time out my day with scale 
but this not show n tell
u will not catch me tweaking 

I beat up when I’m in the g spot
I need me detox 
fuck it re-up
you wanna play with that lil desert eagle
I wanna snatch it and bust through a peephole

fuck it I’m looking for smoke
I bust in like fireman 
praying for mercy
that shit is inspiring 
laying em off 
like it’s early retirement 
word up to nascar cause I’m hearing 
“sirens”

Chorus Repeats

Anemic

Produced by Na$tii

I don’t make friends 
trust will put you in the dirt
yo homies might  just get you murked
not from my ends 
bitch got the glock up her skirt
shawty here putting in work 
bitch I’m a clerk
you getting paid on the first 
and I’m at yo door on the third 
won’t say a word 
I put yo ass on the news 
 and all of the footage is blurred 

Call that shit 
black jack 
pulling they cards 
 don’t care who you are 
I pull on yo boulevard 
 in a hatch back
with an AR
I make yo body all blue 
like you in avatar 

king of this shit I’m the czar where my crown at 
why the fuck yall looking down bad 
you not an artist ,you tief and you copy 
you sound jack 
we ain’t be playing around that 
we ain’t just playing 
I came here to win 
come here I might check ya chin 
bitch like where you been 
i got like 15 let me come
nut on that grin
like I just pulled  the pin  

better go vacate 
better go get out 
smoking on antidote
don’t let it get out 
I feel like jimi
I’m high in the red house 
that bitch is crazy 
put my cigarette out 

when I’m off blow
I might fight 
playing with me 
I send you in the air 
like a satellite 
bitch I got no appetite
you can get waxed w the burner 
not talking bout candle light 
I tell yo bitch open wide 
she in the bricks 
it’s ironic 
we cut up a k of white 
y’all wanna talk every time
bitch get yo money up
I’m in my bag talking samsonite

pussy 
shut the fuck when I  talk now
yall wanted smoke then pull up to the crib and I promise you ain’t gonna walk out 
I be like 
pussy
lil bitch u best get the message 
I take what whatever I mofucking want while u out sucking dick  for percentage 

I got a bovine dick I let hang
shawty want eat my spit what can I say 
I been broke than a bitch but I’m on my way 
I miss that coke drip but I
might have to settle for k

bumping retch out the whip 
siren I dip
rolling on E I put 5 in whip 
somebody please better come end my shit 
I might just clean out yo crib then I go sell yo drip
boy get a grip 
no I mean really bitch 
go get a grip
I got an oz we breaking downs zips
that girl a trophy I heisman that bitch 
I feel like tony soprano when I talk my shit 
y’all go head and just quit 
I feel like tony soprano when I got that grip
bullets go right through yo rib

when I’m off blow
I might fight 
playing with me 
I send you in the air 
like a satellite 
bitch I got no appetite
you can get waxed w the burner 
not talking bout candle light 
I tell yo bitch open wide 
she in the bricks 
it’s ironic 
we cut up a k of white 
y’all wanna talk every time
bitch get yo money up
I’m in my bag talking samsonite

IMAKEMONEYWHILEIPISS (PROD. E9)

GASHUM

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