ORGANS (PROD. GASHUM)

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by 6a6ayaga
cover art by fxckjamie

(Lyrics)

Don’t give a fuck what you’re told
I just here doin my own 
‘Til you act bold 
We hit you right in the dome
Quit tryna act like my bro
You is a lame
Fuck with the opps get sprayed
I don’t wanna see yo face
Get out my way
you not a killer you fake
I can real see right through yo shakes

10 shots thru yo back 
1 more for the road
Always find me fitted black 
In the dark bitch I’m a ghost
got the .40 by my side
and the glocky in my ride 
Know you time is near an end
Cuz your in my line of sights

Got the fucking mask no case
You don’t wanna step my way 
Got the smith and Wesson on my waist
On my fucking time yeah you seem to wanna waste it
I got no time for a hoe 
I Got no patience
I Let em talk from a far
I Never say shit
all these haters know I know they be faking 
I Know they ass is gonna cheer when we make it

Know Im always on my own shit
no you just another clone bitch
You gon Get yo fucking throat slit
do not test me i ain’t patient x2

10 shots thru yo back 
1 more for the road
Always find me fitted black 
In the dark bitch I’m a ghost
got the .40 by my side
and the glocky in my ride 
Know you time is near an end
Cuz your in my line of sights

There’s no good here 
And I apart it 
But I don’t care x6

COUNTDOWN [PROD. 6A6AYAGA]

CUTTINGMYNAMEINTOAGOTHBITCH (PROD. KIRAW)

STACKS (PROD. RENZYY)

shit gets weird

ft.
https://soundcloud.com/fenrirprod
https://soundcloud.com/kill_dyll

prod.
https://soundcloud.com/akvri
https://soundcloud.com/backoffjames

art.
https://soundcloud.com/c3of

lyrics:
Head smashed on the concrete 
Red casing 
I cant feel my own heartbeat 
Lead Tracing 
Its a blood pact 
Got a fat stack 
Imma run it back like its mad max

waste of my time like a disney land ride
paint my car with a hundred little spots
face full of guilt let the running man rot
paint my walls with a hundred little clots

i take a look around the place
you just a slug in aerospace
another head inside my database
you write yo lines in uppercase
a faggot on the internet
i swear to god he's intimate
can barely list the alphabet
and they're you're biggest silhouette

my entire body's itching
im loosing all my feeling
my mental's going missing
and everyone's against me
saddle bout a midi once the philli boy roll
sadness on her grin once a face won't roll
never find a pie but the bitch find gold
tickle that body wit another one sold

Coven ft. Fenrir & Kill Dyll (prod. akvri & killjames)

NIKKO - WTW? (ft. Vythe)

Made within 3-4 hours, Produced & Written.

USELESS

@nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii
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Fixing races with my conscience, cop a 40 for that nonsense,

I'm so bored of being conscious, anxious paranoid and nauseous,

I'm to weak to build a tolerance, but way to strong to care,

Burn the cigarette till ashes picking butts out of my hair...
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Don’t fucking care, the only thing that I have left to do is die,

Watch me rot away for years, you act surprised a fucking lie,

Pretty pills and orange bottles in my casket, only right,

Leave me facedown in the ditch off 60 milligrams of white...
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This a semi final suicide, the kind that makes you stare,

Because nothing makes me feel alive like falling out my chair,

Calling up my hookup tryna cash out on a scare,

But he knows I'm not the kind of kid to lash out unprepared...
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Bloody noses how my throat is dripping vision starts to fade,

Poison dragging through system cutting years off like a blade,

Feel the resin on my walls I judge the time by grams I’ve weighed, 

Toxins oh my god I’ve lost it bleach my fabric and just wait...
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Drag my body off the carpet just so I can get retarded,

I don't wanna feel like garbage but I still don't have the knowledge,

With the money that I spend I bet that I could pay for College,

But the only kind of lectures that I get is from my father...
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Sick and tired anxious, nauseous, I’m not cautious I’m a corpse,

Try to sleep it’s fucking pointless my reality is warped, 

Please don’t tell me how to stop I do the wrong shit till it’s worse,

I can’t stop it, fucking lawless self destruction just occurs...
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Make it hurt bitch please just make it hurt

Make it Hurt (ft. Na$tii)

Produced by @wasbeatz
Featuring @distortionthe1

[LYRICS]
(MUGXTSU)
Storms goes by, in the sky,
Reaching out the one I've lost.
Breathing in a life I could never live by the normal rules.
Shame on me, condemn me,
Regret is the thing I feel.
Just wanting to change my past is all I can thing about now.

SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOUR ONLY GOOD FOR COMPLAINS.
I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU THE WHOLE TIME.
I DON'T FEEL A SINGLE OUNCE OF PITY.
SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DON'T NEED NO FUCKING LUCK.

PARALYZED IN EVERYTHING IN LIFE.
VAPORIZING EVERY SINGLE TIME.

BOY YOU'RE WRONG, WTF IS TAKING YOU SO LONG.
YOU DON'T WANNA BE ALONE. BUT YOU SLOWLY DIGGING YOUR TOMB.
BOY YOU'RE WRONG, WTF IS TAKING YOU SO LONG.
YOU DON'T WANNA BE ALONE.

Storms goes by, in the sky,
Reaching out the one I've lost.
Breathing in a life I could never live by the normal rules.
Shame on me, condemn me,
Regret is the thing I feel.
Just wanting to change my past is all I can thing about now.

STORMS GOES BY, IN THE SKY,
REACHING OUT THE ONE I'VE LOST.
BREATHING IN A LIFE I COULD NEVER LIVE BY THE NORMAL RULES.
SHAME ON ME, CONDEMN ME,
REGRET IS THE THING I FEEL.
JUST WANTING TO CHANGE MY PAST IS ALL I CAN THING ABOUT NOW.

(LORD DISTORION)
You're a no one 
Loathsome 
Stick on me to blow some 
Sky is open dmt 
The fix to all his problems 

marble on the column 
Sniper with the long gun 
Make him drop a mile off the  radar like a problem 

Big stick, hit em and its gonna make his ribs twitch 
Instinct alien we gonna leave his wig split 
No life stop it you ain't doing right 
With this clique 
Tendrils back into the cave in like another  an instant 

Boy your wrong 
Shoving  bullets in your gob
We gonna run in with the iron  boys already cocked 

Dropping off the pack 
Your gonna meet the face of god
Pull that damage from the bag and put some damage on the lawn 

Solar object watch it Hoover
Rounds and rounds he dodge for cover 
Out of bounds he jumping for the door 
It make his body stutter

Take a number, execute the order 
On the daily suffer 
Pain and hunger that he never felt 
Until the day he entered

BOY YOU'RE WRONG (feat. LORD DISTORTION) [prod. ｗａｓ]

LYRICS - LXXIV 
MELODY/DRUM PRODUCTION - KIRAI (ARIGATOU & IKVRI)

NECKBRACE [SINGLE]

NECKBRACE

LXXIV: NECKBRACE (prod. ARIGATOU & IKVRI)

SHOUTOUT FUCKING PCP

https://soundcloud.com/chrystallinepowder

prod. me 

i take my time w a cigeratte
been so bad with words lately that im concerned for my intelect
getting lost in the disconnect
do you mind if interject
rip my heart right out my chest and let me live as a sillouhete

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

my head hurts and im feelin this fuckin withdrawl
pins and needles feel my skin and its startin to crawl
hittin feet but i keep trippin i think that ill fall
kill my feelings im so sick of it all

im sorry psycho roots have built my roof
but im so far from you i cant know what to do
they told me fucking everything i always knew
so ima kill my voice and sing w .22s

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

life sucks
give no fucks
squash my brain with sand jugs
dare you one more fucking time to ask me why im acting up
daddy disappointed with my actions 
dont know what to say like fuck im sorry blah blah blah blah
brain imbalance kill me now bitch 

numbing myself down enough 
my stomachs full of cabernet
that rope and you a perfect pair
like screaming through a vocal tear

oh pcp sound edgy now
shut up brat ill pour epoxy down your throat
murder she wrote i gloat
as i leave you to rot