A HOCKEY MASK AND A REAL BAD ATTITUDE (feat. TEDDY SLUGZ)

GET BUCK! (feat. TEDDY SLUGZ) [Prod. CLOUDYMANE]

Bohemian Psycho

Rave in the Grave

Straight Outta Flames

NEXTBOT!

HAARPER - NEXTBOT!

xryce - FUCK IT

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

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Prod. @rooseveltnoise
Mixed & Mastered by https://www.instagram.com/samuelthedestroyer/
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/dieserfreigeist/

Lyrics:
Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

All of my Franklins Patrick Bateman fresh after a kill
Hit the dark web for my payment once the contract’s been fulfilled
Yeah the system did me dirty
Had to find a way to make some mills
Cold case never met with a jury
Cool calculatin’ I’m way too skilled
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

I’m G.I. Joe up in this rap game keep that Wesson on me
Toe to toe with the Taliban I had that thirty on me
Half these pussies think they hard when they talk about me
Tote your guns up on the ‘Gram but we know you ain’t about it
Couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
Fakin’ on the net just for views
Lie about your mental issues
Cappin’ out the jaw it’s fake news
Paid to kill at one point that’s ‘real’ blood money
No remorse inside my heart what the fuck you want from me

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

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