lxfe xn gxrmvny

Producer info: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVq-zlfMTL82lpJUS7oK9mA 

Lyrics:
There is a place where I'm not found anymore x2

you got the wrong idea, 
do you understand that the pain is for your growth
you got the wrong idea
you think you were struggling, well not anymore

dissociating now, see the city lights
I feel the rouse when I join into the night
steer the doubt into a shadow lurking
note: (something to work on)
I merge out of sight

I feel the movement of the tears in your eyes
but I must ruin, and disappear for a fright
now, I know what we're losing
but what I do Is avoid, cause my own emotions
is a load that I cannot ignore (anymore)

How to say, that we're not the same
but you cannot refrain from this dark February 

there is a place where I'm not found anymore
lost in my head, but the control - I can afford
there is a place where I'm not found anymore
and solitude might be the next door

Sweet dreams, sweet love, ambition is contagious 
stuck in between giving up and toleration
there's only one thing I want
only thing needed
and I'm not gonna change that
so grieve it
love making me worse, or better?
Oh juliet, you direct my weather

and I don't want to be found anymore
so I guess, I'm going abroad

Missing For The Sake Of Transformation (Prod. NetuH)

2022 Deathgaurd Mob, Written and preformed by 6a6ayaga
Production by Yung Venxm, Netuh, and Heks Guest Preformances from Seira666, and Fxckjamie
Mixing and Mastering by Fxckjamie Art Direction by 6a6ayaga

Ghoul [prod. Heks]

ANDSTLLIWEPT Feat. ONI INC. (prod. Esthetic Gloom)

How Industrious.

Lyrics:
I just spent a bag on some bad things
Pop a little bit and now i feel like I am lapsing
I be going up while they Crashing
Hit me for the work and didn't realize I'm taxing

Scratch my skin it peels off me
Whisper in this state appealing
Speak softly
I feel great I feel cocky
Lot up on my plate I take my meals promptly

It's a little fucking difficult to operate a function
Throw them fucking hands then get to Swinging to concussion
Fucking losing it like you been trapped inside a dungeon
Body needing more but it jus suffer a reduction

Money on my mind I got his bitch just fucking eyeing me
Preach about my worth and fuck her raw I Call it irony
Swear to God my sense of reason seems to be just idling
556 gon flatten out his block like we be ironing

Walk out, bitch, my top is finna drop down
Territory filled with the stench of fucking blood now
You ain't part of the mix, your getting tossed out
And I been high as a bitch, I gotta come down

I make this shit look like it's easy
Its ok your man wants to be me
I can't see wit u underneath me
And I feel like you been all depleting

BAD THINGS [PROD DUMBCHILD]

Witchouse 40k - "BONEYARD" (prod. VISH)
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
HAUNTED HOUSE  747  T R A S H

Music Video: https://youtu.be/wQMN9H6J3J4?si=hpfJG99vcXtGJDlq

Witchy:
Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k
Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k 
Youtube -  @witchouse40k  

VISH:
Instagram - @beats_by_vishnu

³³marrow:
Instagram - @33marrow

Lyrics:

(HOOK)
Mold on my body, my soul decomposed
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float 
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends

(VERSE)
I’m smokin dopamine
Mold on my tomb, forty deep, ain’t no folding me
Seen where the soulless be, baby Im, born to be wicked
I guess that’s the way that it goes
Yeah, yeah
I wanted gold on me
Came up from poverty, snatching off rosaries
Sleep where the soldiers bleedin
Burn the cards I was dealt, show my hand to em bet that he folds
Yeah, yeah
Rot in the coffin, I’m packing they bodies, I pullup on em put the Glock to his face
Muhfucka wanna act like a bully, but watch when we pull up we chalking his grave
I’m the god of the Wraiths
Opps in the way, they've been plagued by the wicked, your block gon decay
You ain’t holding no weight with me,
Cut up his body, Im smoking em out, I’m gon put that on gang
Hop out the grave
Moonlight up on me, I’m always to blame
Safe when I’m walking, I’m often deranged
Wickerman armory, lock em away
Take the skin from his body, his coffin awaits
Wasting away, see me crawling in place, I’m gon
Cut off my wings, I've been locked out the gates
Fleas on my body, I scratch at my veins, I been fiendin for locust, how long can I wait

(HOOK)
I decompose
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float 
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends

BONEYARD (prod. VISH) (Video in Desc.)

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got no time for this 
y’all  better fucking move 
unless y’all really wanna die for this 
no question I got better shit to do
than rot in hell 
leave a message at the tone
then go kill your fucking self 

walking body bag like oogie must be Halloween
the blade made you an animal 
extension made you sub machine 
attention all I need
im getting blown like I’m stationed
All anybody wants is a 
shout out or a statement 

Bridge:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 

Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

Verse 2:
got no creation 
everything you spit I said before 
big scary man
but in the dms you a fucking whore
everyday another rung up on that ladder 
I promise at the top is a noose around the rafter 

alright alight alright  I get it 
I’ll stop hating 
I’ll focus on my passion
talking war against the nation
no industry gon plant me
IM PURE INDOTRINATION 
a gun inside my mouth 
so I can kill my occupation 

Bridge 2:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 
 
Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

SQUEAL CITY

WATCHLIST CERTIFIED

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

4ria - RUDIMENTARY RULES OF ERADICATION

4ria - AFTER-HOURS IN THE ABYSS

I Ain't Never Met A Cigarette I Couldn't Smoke

CAUTION

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

prod. by puia
additional prod. by zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics were too long to fit in the description lol

BLOODY BEAUTY OFF THE BEATEN PATH

prod by Gary Wide, Nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
rec,mix, master by Lord Gasp

LYRICS

Ok big ego, small heart
I don’t need you
feed on death, i got bone parts in my bean soup
it’s that french rapper all star
workaholic too
And i’m pissed, fuck a small talk
I dont like you 

I swing rocks i dont kick rocks
Little dude
rock balenci socks in balenci crocs
rubber boots 
i’m a sick fuck, rob a wristwatch off a fool 
Get my brick sucked get her shit rocked in my booth

I hear em calling from the back
Of my skully underneath the scabs
A cynical for I call myself mister disaster
I see it crawl, forcing its way into
Leave me blacking out 
I can’t backtrack now , call me mister disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

I came to love me in a way that people hate me the most
See i gazed into abyss and it gave me a home
I came snatching crowns then grew liking the calm
I touched grass it fucked me up like bad cologne
My ripped out flesh kissed the cold 
breeze 
I connected every dot, couldn’t make sense of the T’s
kept on grinding till i fucked all of my teeth 
i held back all my words till i had to puke dem free 

disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive


(outro)
Turn on the radio
5-13
I managed to break into the shed
Sarge i think you should come see this
-on my way
-it’s not blood, it’s something else but
Wait there’s someone in the back!
..

>STREAM<

Mr Disaster

Production, mix and master by me
Feature from @mugetsu117
Lyrics:
[Istasha]
I discard a rat, get em fucking back 
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that.

[Mugxtsu]
Strait in the face of the fucker.
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry.
Strait in the face of the fucker.
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry.

[Istasha]
Cover my credit with broken bills I wish you pay me off 
Complain the remaining, I maim the savings under coveralls 
My legs in the back of the vault 
Runnin on mills they’re treading bricks over buildings hoping they fall out

[Mugxtsu]
Send me back, get me out. Ask the fuck about.
Motherfucking listen to me when I tell you to be there.
Hey stop, hands up, drop you fucking hand gun.
I don't wanna be the one who get the fucking head shot.

[Istasha]
Move out the back of my channel, I route it til the drywall is dry as a dialed plug that supplied it with no fucks 
Serviced as I tap into firewalls, end up pleasing the customers. 
Interactions still fake, scroll files for em

[Mugxtsu]
Send me out, I will go to own reality.

4ria - RUDIMENTARY RULES OF ERADICATION

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