[Lyrics]

(Verse 1)

You were raised by a meth addict feeding your delusions
Poisoning your mind yet you sip on the solution
Never kill your habits yet your saviors the pollution 
Since you act like Stalin I must turn into Rasputin
Check into reality and instantly start puking cause the truth is undeniable yet you keep diluting
I know I'm more reliable than these whores that keep-a-foolin' then I choose to be alone and suddenly you play confusion

I am not the devil I was trapped inside a hell in a well so I chose to cut the thread until I fell but I floated up above a sea of infidelity cause I can't fuck the world when you wanna do it literally
If you can't speak to me then you should speak the truth at least, capiche?
But nah, you'd rather just be a leech
That's why I always got a blade within my reach cause I'm a psychotic blood bathed bastard who's ready to feast hoe


(Verse 2)

Fuck a hoe
Let 'em know that jesus here to fuck her throat until it's broke
Rip out her voice box and I'm a sperm donor
I ain't keeping slaves but you best believe I own
Out around the globe best believe I won't phone her
Talk a lot of trash but you never give the proof 
I'm bouta call Leduc and spit the truth inside the booth
I've been out my fucking mind but when I talk I keep it smooth
Consumed the shrooms, it always takes me back to my roots

Fuckin' all my homies but you know that I'm past that
You act wack
Always acting eager to back track
I find a new beat and I smack that
I find a new bitch and I tap that as long as the ass fat
I be spitting flames so you needed a gas mask and hazmat cause you ain't making it through the Last Act
Always knew you're rodents cause you live where the rats at so talk the shit and see who got the last laugh

Last Act (prod. 3 AM)

In place

DREAMIN (prod. DEAD RISE)

can’t remember the producer but shouts out to bro

tears on the mirror

GRAVEYARD - DIE
COBRA $HINS x SPOILEDBRAT 
PROD. BY COBRA $HINS

DIE!

[Lyrics]

(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

(Verse)

Bodies hit the floor when jesus need to pour a fucking cup
Never go to church, my faith is in the glock I fucking trust
Taking nine lives with the nine when I let it bust
Tripping off a strip I eat the shrooms as well to level up
Speak up 
Tweaker
Got you on your knees begging please to the G not to leave you cheesed up 
Breathe
Breathe 
Imma make you bleed
I’m a one man army, no swiss, this steal ain’t cheap

Hit the floor
Make em hit the floor
When the ammo go
Chopper on my hip that’s holding tits it let the corpses roll (x2)

Double D’s with the 223’s make your body fold
Pull up to the funeral to make sure that the casket closed
Brought a burner to the church and burn the mass to ash for sure
Imma turn your whining into blood and leave the altar soaked


(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

Holocaust (prod. Requiem Cult)

WICKED MOUND FEAT. $USANOO (prod. y$99)

SUPA MUTHAFUCKIN DOPE FEAT. $USANOO (prod. sleepy waves)

OutThaMud (Prod. SUZUKKI)

Lesson Learned

GRAVEYARD - SANITYMARE
SPOILEDBRAT x COBRA $HINS 
PROD. BY COBRA $HINS

Lyrics: 
Verse 1 (Spoiledbrat):
Im the one that’s lurking at the gates bitch we gon meet again
Fuck all ya fashion n fuck what you wearing im covered in blood screaming fuck all ya trends
Fuck all ya friends they all gotta die too
Pickin up ya bitch n ima read her like a haiku 
Who the one that really does it mf i do
You getting off track mf i advise you 
To watch ya back
Killas come through w no strings attached 
Grimey lil boy but my bitch is bad
Step in my path let the bugs attack
Fuckboys mad cus we runnin laps around everything he made 
Raise up the dead when i step on the stage
Plainfield ghoul how im snatchin ya face
Yung brat the barber u can come n claim a fade like anyday bro
Anyways hoe
Ion like the way the you talkin better watch ya tone 
Ion got the time a day i really gotta go
Got a couple pounds of gas sittin waiting to be rolled
You dont really wanna know the shit i do when im alone
Savrificial mf gettin in my zone
Rollin on the floor while im rollin up some dope bitch i Inhale smoke now im lookin like a ghost

Verse 2 (Cobra $hins):
swing blade watch it fly by 
catch me in a bad state with the buck eye
it’s them gyd killas the bad guys
u don’t really wanna die in the cross fire

bitch im alive 
bitch that’s a lie 
pull out the fye 
crook like i’m tied 
we got the tools help u up to the sky 
green in my cup like im fucking popeye

razor can cut fucked up in the cut 
mosh pits lazered up i neva gave a fuck
so i gave em a cut that’s a buck that’s a bust 
they talking too much better hush that’s a must

sacrificial tone
da bloody blunts inside the tomb
this hell is hot it is my home 
triple 6 right up ya nose 
i got ya running up the rows
she swaggin out in all her chrome
gyd is gone now i bet you feel alone

WICKED MOUND FEAT. $USANOO (prod. y$99)

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