   Mr. Nobody, they're calling him godly. The spray from the shotty will pepper your body. No one finna stop me from killing them softly. I'm in my own lane, and they're still tryna copy. 

   Oddly enough all their styles are sloppy. You can not compare ain't no one finna top me Young Granger the goat. Spitting bars full of gold. With a style so cold. Call him dope like a poppy. 

   Time to put my grip on the underground (aye). Time to let them know who's gonna slay (aye). Time to let them know who's gonna pay, who's gonna break, who's the greatest at the end of the day. 

   Time to light the flame, no further delay. Young Granger your Shepard, he'll show you the way. You'll follow him blindly, you'll show him your faith, and you'll give him your trust 'til you fall in your grave. 

   Make the sign of the cross for a loss, what's the cost of a soul that is lost in the vastness of awe?! I'm the father, the son, I'm the ghost, I'm the God! 

   By the look on your face, I can tell you're a fraud. You're a liar, a loser, I am your abuser. A fake wannabe. In a blink, you'll be gone. 

   All these fuck boys run their mouth, but they don't know shit. Granger Taylor is the one that they can't fuck with. They can't even hold a candle to the torch that I've lit. Climbed the stairway to heaven from the bottom of the pit! 

   Resistance is futile, I'm here for a while. It took me six years, I've perfected my style. In the meantime I'll torture the rap game and smile. G. Taylor the greatest there is no denial. 

   My foot on your throat, you can't take any longer. Just face it you peasants, you're nothing but goners.

YOU'RE A GONER! (prod. ZERXX)

   Everybody always has their preconceived notions. Catch me sipping on a potion, Granger wavy like the ocean. Hit the backwood, start to go slow motion. Everything that I roll, just know that shit is potent. 

   Granger fucking Taylor, bitch I'm still the king slayer. Catch me in a skyscraper, you can call me Donald Draper. I don't fuck with people, swerve these bitches, see you later. Granger Taylor gone ghost, watch him turn himself to vapor. 

  Why they hating Granger? That's above my comprehension bro. Screaming fuck a hater, I can't care for their opinion, no. It took a couple years, but now I gathered their attention, I'm a ticking time bomb, eventually I know I'm gonna blow! 

   "Homies" treat me different, acting like I'm just stranger. Maybe switched up their behavior once I got a little paper. Might not make it 'til tomorrow, keep me in your thoughts and prayers. Shouts out to the GHOST/\/GHOUL, Thank you for making this a banger bro!

Granger Taylor - Presents: A Freestyle! (Prod. GHOST/\/GHOUL)

   Sucka free Sunday, oh. Call me Ted Bundy, oh. Bandit got the pump, and we're taking all of the money, ay! You saying that's your bitch, but she's giving me all the honey, yay! One last drink, shit. Nah, just keep 'em coming 

   Rain rain go away, load the K and spray away. Hop out of the whip, unload the clip. I'm here to save the day. Enemies were friends just the other motherfuckin day, but either way, Mr. Nobody's been sent to fucking slay! 

   Sin City Sippa, Las Vegas Jack the Rippa. Fuck around and gut you out, Mr. Nobody's got your liver. Catch me sipping on some drank, hit the throttle, lane switcher. I might black out at the wheel, find my body in the river. Whoa... 

   Gotta changes my ways, I can't do this everyday. Need to learn from the mistakes that led my cousin to his grave. I won't let him die in vain, but got addiction in my veins. Anyway, I'll let you know we're sucka free, on a Sunday. 

   Sucka free Sunday, oh. Call me Ted Bundy, oh. Bandit got the pump, and we're taking all of the money, ay! You saying that's your bitch, but she's giving me all the honey, yay! One last drink, shit. Nah, just keep 'em coming

SUCKA FREE SUNDAY! (Prod. BANDIT)

   Load up my 9, check the clock, it's that time for guerrilla warfare. Got that thousand yard stare, peering through my red dot, drop a hater on the spot. Put'em in the fucking dirt, now your legacy's forgot, whoa. 

   Running through the jungle, turn your empire to rubble. Claim you came up from the dirt, what the fuck you know about the struggle?! Shit, you looking for a problem, you know Granger Taylor got em. Bitch, I get it how I live because I came up from the bottom.
    
   Red rover, red rover, send your bitch right over. Picked her up in the range, fucked her back in the rover. You wanna test your fucking luck? Better have that four leaf clover. Let me talk my fucking shit, I got a chip on my shoulder. 

  My indecision, making contradictions bout the way I'm living. Make predictions my addictions lead me to some more afflictions. Making bad decisions, scream for help, but no one truly listens. That's okay, I'll rot away inside my own mental prison. 

  I'm a low-life loser, from the mothafucking sewer. Catch me with the kings head severed on a fucking skewer. It's the poison spewer, Midnight creeping, hollow point shooter. I'm the dark messiah, better known as lead-belly Luger.

   Fuck, I guess I don't know. Shit, really hoping I'm about to blow. Up, will they ever fucking listen? No, remembering my cousin splitting bricks up in the kitchen, whoa. 

   I'm a mothafucking God, just call me the holy G.O.A.T. Throw their body in the moat, just like pennywise, make'em float. All these fuck boys talking shit, but they still got nothing to show. Suffocate the industry, got my hands up around their throat. 

   G R A N G E R, let's the lead come out the barrel like shooting star. Y'all acting oblivious, but bitch, you know who we are. It's guerilla warfare, pick up your sword, en garde. 

   In the middle of the night you'll hear my fucking battle cry. I wonder why, all these fuck boys really think that they sly? So, Mr. Nobody told me, "Grab your fucking 9, point the barrel at your opps, and send their soul into the sky".

Guerrilla Warfare (Prod. Asthmaretic)

   Spill my opps guts, like I'm mothafucking Guts, ho 
   Fucking on your bitch, just call me mothafucking Griffith, ho
   Where's my damn mind? Like the pixies in the 90's, ho.
   Got a Turkish 9, that fits the crime, that left your mind blown. 

   Granger wakes up, like who the fuck want smoke, yuh.
   Taylor got the crown, just from the words that I spoke, yuh
   Leave these chumps slumped, like bitch, this shit ain't a joke, yuh
   Spitting fucking venom, bitch, just call me King Cobra.
   
   Ahhhh it's like fucking clockwork bro. Time and time again, I keep getting over looked, even though I know they're watching. I swear to God, before I leave this fucking planet, y'all are going to know who the fuck Granger Taylor is. 

   Well, let's pick it back up bitch.
Sin City Sippa cocking back while he lane switch.
   Mr. Nobody leaving in cities in anguish. 
Paint the town red. 
   Watch the mothafucking pain drip. 

   The word from, God's Hand, is the mothafuckin language. 
   Femto popped a benzo, now it's time to fucking rage bitch. 
   Practice what you're preaching, what I live by, my philosophy. 
   Leave these fuck boys all fit for an autopsy. 

   Come and join the cult that Granger Taylor has evoked.
   Provoked the thought of bringing carnage to the globe. You must atone! (Woah)
   I hate to break the news that all your fates are set in stone.
   Behold, apocalyptic scenery the prophecy foretold.
    I know it must be fucking shocking your morality is dropping
   in the presence of the God Hands, humanity is stopping. 

   Make sure you pay attention while G Taylor paints a picture of the incarnation ceremony written in the scripture...

BERSERK prod. (asthmaretic)

   Smoking on some dope, while I try to find a glimpse of hope. Whiskey down my throat, only way I found to fucking cope. Hanging by a thread of rope before I fucking choke. Floating on a boat down a river made of rotten souls. Praying for a day where I can finally escape the pain, of a mundane existence. Listening to sounds of rain hit the black top, time stops, then it starts again. Got nothing to gain from the words that you fucking say...

   Mr. Nobody drops a bomb that blows up on the spot. It really ain't a lot, but this music shit is all I got. 'Til the bitter end I try to mend what's mentally distraught. What's the point again? I'm trying to think, I guess I just forgot. Will there be life after death? I guess we'll never really know. Maybe I should Astral plane and ask the homie Rasho. Should I mac up on this bitch? I guess I'll press my luck, bro. If her looks could kill, I would call her Marilyn Monroe...

If Looks Could Kill, You'd Be Marilyn Monroe... [Freestyle] (prod. D E S Y E D)

Started Strong, Ended Terribly... (prod. D E S Y E D)

   Came up from the ground, don't know what the fuck you're talking bout. Everybody shouts when the hollow points start popping out. (X2) 

   Ayo, it's HZRD back up in this mothafucka, time to bring the ruckus. Balling on these bitches. Devin Booker, sinking fucking buckets. Sound the trumpets, got my fucking army conjuring destruction. Press the button, Granger dropping bombs, that turns them into nothing. 

   "Ay, wait who's that"? I thought you mothafuckas knew 

   It's the Sin City walking-contradiction, sipping on a brew. Hazardous material is what I mothafuckin spew. We taking aim, and taking names, and I'm to blame. So nothing new... 

   Came up from the ground, don't know what the fuck you're talking bout. Everybody shouts when the hollow points start popping out. (X2) 

   The Cult has risen, join the coalition, while the pickings good. Division turns to unity when Granger's rolling through your hood. If you ain't 'bout the vision, then you are my competition. I will gladly make my mission to mow down my oppositions, bitch! 

   Flip the switch, time to raise the dead out the fucking crypt. You're ignorant, thinking you're a God, but you ain't really shit. Omnipotent, the way that I be flowing is magnificent. Our biggest difference is you chose the road that has the least resistance.

HZRD (prod. D E S Y E D)

   Back in the day, rolling 'round with the crew. Young Rasho coming through with the brew. We were all living life, like there's nothing to lose. Not a lot of options, but we pick, and we choose. Had a chip on our shoulder, cuz we got something to prove. Something to do, something to move. We were lost, and confused. Put our parents through hell, they were not too amused. We were battling our demons, 'Til we called it a truce. 

   El Toddy Guapo said he'll be here in a minute. Hit a couple licks just to say that we did it. Just a bunch of dumb kids, arrogance in our vision. Trying to find one's self through another bad decision Listening to no one. Self destruction was the mission. Just a broken human being that was purely hate driven. Trying to find a way to cope with the pain that we're gripping. Everybody's got vices. Either smoking, or they're sipping. 

(Inhale, exhale) 

   Came out the mud, cuz we slaughtered to prevail through the vail that was blinding us from seeing what was real. Had to make myself bleed, just to know how to feel. What's the deal? With the homies tryna pop another seal, pop a pill, snort a line. Tell myself that I'm fine. Time to spark another blunt, settle down, unwind. 

   Kicking back, smoke a sack. Tryna make a couple racks. I came up out the gutter, with my brothers. Shit, imagine that! Ducking all these lames, Granger doesn't have the time for that. If they keep on pressing, Taylor might just have to grab the gat. 

   Take a look back at the road that I paved. Beat myself up for a life I could have saved. On my knees praying that he's in a better place. Filling up the void with a bottle to the face. In the dark looking for the love that I crave, that I need to survive for another fucking day. In the mirror screaming, "What choice could I make"?! That wouldn't leave my brother 6 feet in his grave... 

    Cover up my ears. Trying to drown out the noise. Man I gotta move on, like I ever had a choice. Shit, I do this for the gang, shit, I do this for the boys, and one day I'm gonna die, but live forever through my voice... 

   We were just a bunch of dumb kids, huh? It's a shame, if only we knew then what we know now. Maybe a couple of the boys would still be here...

Good Ol'Days (prod. D E S Y E D)

   Granger Taylor brings the danger. Pumping out some bangers (yuh). Every day I switch it up, I'm sipping on some flavors (yuh). Pussy boy, you better pray. About to meet your maker (yuh). You're at the pearly gates, you see me. I'm your lord and savior. 

   It's the Sin City Sippa lurking with a bunch of killas mane. Let's go to war, I'm murking with the mothafucking dagger thang. Holosun aiming, put your son into the dirt mane. GT on the come up, bout to blow up like I'm Ukraine. 

   Running for the this money, got me sprinting like im Usain. If you ain't talking paper, I don't understand what you saying. Out here splitting heads with Peter. Aiming for your fucking brain. I'm over 9000, watch me turn into a Super Saiyan. 

   Hit up all my patnahs, tell them get their fucking choppers. We about to hit a lick, cook'em up like Betty Crocker. You know Granger be the show stopper, Taylor be the night stalker. Mr. Nobody got a limp, call him Pimp Walker. 

   Got a thousand rounds, raining down, taking out you fucking clowns. Send them all to heaven then I'm skipping town without a sound. My soul is tainted, you know Granger Taylor's fucking hell bound. I'm out here slaying kings, 'til they put me in the fucking ground. 

   We out here, cause a ruckus, in the city that don't sleep. You'd think that I'm a shepherd by the way I fucking heard sheep. Chopper out the window, burning rubber, hear the tires screech. Pass you off to Pete. Brother, put'em 6 feet deep!

   Bitch these shots be coming at you it’s a onslaught 
Pull up to the lot so I can make these bitches jaws drop
Y’all don’t mean shit to me I take you to the pawn shop 
If you wanna trade shots with me that shit gon be a longshot
Bitch don’t test me
I'm on the nose 
Im packing this beat up on the low
Got a brand new whip so I gotta go
To the lot and now all of the coppas know
Hit the game with way too many hits now we got it begging for more
Me and granger pull up to the lot just so we can settle a score.

   Bitch look what you started 
Can’t have that hoe I took her off the market 
Lately I been way too off of my rocker 
Shit that’s okay if I still fucking rock it
Game has turned me to a mofuckin monster 
Losing my mind if I gotta be honest 
Shit I don’t blame you if you got a problem 
Cus we ain’t leave you with too many options 
Break a mothafucka without any second thoughts 
All these mothafuckas mad because I’m everything they not
Took the whole crew and pull up to the spot and made it hot
I could twist you up and tie you in a mothafuckin knot 
All these fuckas better move out the way
Cause there is no way in hell we gonna do what you say
Me and Granger boutta blow the fucking roof off this place 
Hit you with my head splitter now yo crew not the same

Granger Taylor x P€T€RD0NT$L€€P - HEAD SPLITTER! (prod. D E S Y E D)

I'm Gonna Get Worse, Before I Get Any Better...

   All these rappers just a mothafucking joke, so I sit there, and I ask myself, "Who do the mothafuckin most?", "Who do the mothafuckin most?" Might fuck around and turn to ghost. I cheers myself, propose a toast. Who do the mothafuckin most?

   Mr. Nobody sitting high upon his throne. Leave me alone. Can't take advice from any mothafuckin clones. Any mothafuckin chumps. Any mothafuckin bitches. Of the three, I'm being honest, I can't really tell the difference. Persistence is in my vision to help me complete my mission of global domination. No hesitation that I'm taking what's rightfully mine. Bout damn time I start to shine. Get a little recognition from everything that I'm spitting. Pay attention, Granger Taylor has finally fucking risen. Demolish the competition. I'm firing like a piston. Switch it up, I pour a cup, then breathe fire through your division. Watch the world fucking burn, as I solemnly sit, and smirk.

   All these rappers just a mothafucking joke, so I sit there, and I ask myself, "Who do the mothafuckin most"?, "Who do the mothafuckin most"? Might fuck around and turn to ghost. I cheers myself, propose a toast. Who do the mothafuckin most?

   All the weapons that I'm gripping eradicate your position. Splitting hairs, and threading needles. Finessing with every step, and I guarantee if you're pressing I'm leaving you fucking slept. What'd you expect? There's nothing about you that I respect. Talk about your drug use, and you're thinking that it's flex? You can sit there counting lines, while I'm sitting here counting checks. Around Granger you come correct. I don't tolerate disrespect, because I'm violent by nature. Katanas will pierce your chest. Brushed the dirt off of my psyche to show you all who's the best in this profession, there's no question it's Granger up in the flesh. Got a crown atop my head, as I'm perched up on the throne. Looking down on all you peasants, you know Granger does the most.




DO THE MOST!

OUT THA SEWER! FREESTYLE

The Abysmal

The Pit(prod. Ghxst)

The Black and White Tape

Donald Draper (Prod. KAKASHI)

Donald Draper (Prod. KAKASHI) {BAWV}

"Say Good Night to the Bad Guy". (prod. Regreting x Mikzy)

LO-FI, HIGH TIDE

INDECISIVE

INDECISIVE (prod. Zeeky) GRIM3 X Dan Louis

Sweet Lady Death [prod. DRIPPY]

GRIM3 x Dan Louis - Sweet Lady Death [prod. DRIPPY]

LYRICS:

Mr. Nobody: Look into my eyes bitch, and tell me what you see. I'm the reaper in disguise bitch, it's no one else but me, you're afraid to fall asleep because I haunt you in your dreams. You're afraid to trust in people because nothing's what it seems. Mr. Nobody is looking to party, to snatch up her body at night. I lurk in the pit, and creep in the abyss, through the mist, we will stay out of sight. You're running your mouth, but I guess it's alright, to be honest you're not very bright. Keep your bitch tight when I'm coming around, cause you know that I'll eat in one bite.

   Mr. Nobody: Granger Taylor, say a prayer, welcome to your nightmare. I'm the voice inside your head that drives you crazy but I'm not there. Stare into the mirror, think you're seeing clearer, Mr. Nobody's here to take your soul, and make you disappear, oh. Rivers run red cause the end time is near, bad thoughts in your head help me feed off your fear. Can't trust in a soul cause you're shunned by your peers, and it's made you grow cold over previous years.

   Granger Taylor: Maybe you're right, they could have been doing it all out of spite. Every time that they telling a lie, makes me think twice about everything, empty inside. Don't know how to react, when you are just sitting here spitting the facts. Maybe I'll never go back, we'll make like Metallica, fade into black, ho.

   Mr. Nobody: Look into my eyes bitch, and tell me what you see. I'm the reaper in disguise bitch, it's no one else but me, you're afraid to fall asleep because I haunt you in your dreams. You're afraid to trust in people because nothing's what it seems. Mr. Nobody is looking to party, to snatch up her body at night. I lurk in the pit, and creep in the abyss, through the mist, we will stay out of sight. You're running your mouth, but I guess it's alright, to be honest you're not very bright. Keep your bitch tight when I'm coming around, cause you know that I'll eat in one bite.

The Nightmare [prod. BANDIT]

The Nightmare [Prod. BANDIT]/ video in link section

Mr. Nobody

Delusional (prod. Fort'e)

Revival ft. Dan Louis [prod. Bu X]

Revival Ft. Dan Louis (prod. Bu X)

(The Rise of) Mr. Nobody

(The Rise Of) Mr. Nobody [prod. BANDIT]

link to other platforms:

https://fanlink.to/KingSlayer

XZARKHAN: linktr.ee/xzarkhan

ZERO: https://www.instagram.com/producedbyzero/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKBs3oNrp8LgpQ1uwHSBayQ

(p.s. Sorry if the quality sounds really distorted on your computer, soundcloud fucked it up. If you use headphones, it sounds great off the app on the phone, and should be fine on all other platforms. thanks for listening!)

Granger Taylor creeping out the pit
Hit the drop kick
Mosh pit
Bring the carnage when we drop shit
Hundred yards away
Yeah you're spotted through the optics
Sipping on some poison helps me spit a bunch of toxins

Poison tip dagger, one touch, see you later
Mr. Nobody is in fact your lord and savior
Coming for the crown bitch, I'm the king slayer
Kneel at the pulpit
It's time to say a prayer

All the shit you spout, yeah we know it's all for clout
Crawling out the ground, but we never make a sound
357 is the mother fucking round
Me and Xzarkhan coming for the fucking crown

Facedown
Either that's your bitch
Or air the place out

I'm aced out
Decorated vet
Hold my state down

Your eight round
I'm fifteen plus one
From the waist down

The Shakedown
Elevated shots
Make the takedown

You breakdown
Like a beemer bitch
I'm a tri-star

I kill hard
Do my dirt alone
I'm a die hard

Through fire
Flame & furry
Pump into my heart

I'm big zar
Recognized for war
And for my scar

King Slayer (prod. ZERO)

Granger Taylor x XZARKHAN - King Slayer (prod. ZERXX)

link to other platforms
https://fanlink.to/CoffinSleepersMidnightCreepers

All white snow, white halo. Bitches acting different, so you know they gotta go. They say they're making moves, but they got nothing to show. Granger Taylor on the rise, bitch you know I'm boutta blow.

Coffin sleepers, midnight Creepers. Kill a fifth behind the bleachers. Burn the preacher's, hang the leaders. String them up inside the theater. Soul eater, fire breather. Frequencies that shatter speakers. Listen up cunt, Granger Taylor is your fucking speaker.

I heard the sheep, so I can sleep. Motherfucker no you can't compete, you're obsolete, ducking under cover. Creep why you slumber, you know you're out numbered, your home we will plunder, the veins have now ruptured.

Isn't funny, that anything you ever do is for money? Can't get nothing from me, and luckily you are now struggling to keep your head above water, its bubbling. Aren't you wondering about discovering the truth? Mr. Nobody is catching a body, while granger go spits on the booth, oof.

Coffin sleepers, midnight Creepers. Take a fifth of ether, we will blind them, and shun non believers. And Granger's the demon, the creature. The sun will go down, then it's hook, line, and sinker.

Coffin Sleepers, Midnight Creepers (prod. BANDIT)

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