[Lyrics]

If you talkin' smack you gettin' cracked mothafucka

(Verse 1) 

I'm pouring tinctures in my cup with 20 chemicals
Mix up everything that you be takin' medical 
Body sinking lower but y'all put me on a pedestal
Kill the game while killin' myself, ain't accidental
If you got a problem you can grow a pair of testicles
Take yo' ass to mass, boxing match inside the vestibule
I be swinging elbows when I break your jaw your penance full
Baptize this bitch in his blood. it's pouring plentiful

If you talkin' smack you gettin' cracked fucka (AYE)

(Verse 2)

Split his lip for talkin' shit and steppin' in my moshpit
I'll leave you unconscious and gouge your eye socket
Off a sack I snap ya back in half so you ain't walkin'
Hoppin' off the stage I'm off the chain and hittin' drop kicks
I be damned if I keep moving at this fuckin' pace
I can't tell what's got me sicker, liquor or you fuckin' fakes
Bitch I dropped the pole I'm droppin' bows these bones they desecrate
I ain't grippin' triggers fuck boy, I'm tryna break your face

If you talking smack you gettin' cracked 

Crack Addict (prod. SCARY MIND)

DREAMIN (prod. DEAD RISE)

can’t remember the producer but shouts out to bro

tears on the mirror

cobra $hins - cracks in the glow
prod. by cobra $hins
sample from 2814 - recovery

CRACKS IN THE GLOW

[Lyrics]

Bitch I was born with a crown in my hair when I ripped myself off of the crucifix
Hole in my hands or my ribs or me head bitch I look like I'm dead but I'm used to this
I can't pretend anymore
I'll settle the score with the metal I hoard when I'm walking back into the hoard
Now bow to your god from the lead when it swarms

Everybody wanna be different but find the new style from someone who stole it themselves
Everybody think that their making a difference, this world full of retards' my personal hell, it's
Same brain, new face, old chain, gold's fake, copy pasted motherfuckers y'all are parasites
Everyone I see in the street lights makes me want to sterilize my eyes
Alright

Y'all ain't special
Well nobody is
The individual died and he's been rotting in a ditch
I don't even go outside anymore because I know I've met every motherfucker before
And they can't come through that door
All the makeup make you faceless
Get high to survive and pretend you don't chase it
I can't give an inch you'll take my miles and then waste it so I keep a hand on my waist motherfucker

I keep a piece, no jesus piece, I don't believe in myself
No peace in the street I send these demons to hell
And since I got no hope for me
I put all of the faith I got in my weapon's hand
Cause where I'm from you can't trust the motherfuckin' weatherman
Read a letter said to rip the lead through leather lettermen's
New age Taliban but they won't reprimand me 
Last of my kind so they need to leave me buried

Crucifix

cobra $hins - intergalactic
prod. by cobra $hins


INTERGALACTIC

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

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

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

SANITYMARE

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

gazmat

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