Prod. @yungmuppy

LYRICS:
hook: 
lil bitch pipe down 
i ain’t gon take shit  
if you keep talking end up a patient
please be quiet
dont make a statement 
we gon riot, death of a nation
rest in piss 
fuck Ronald Reagan
terrorist outta the basement
y’all wanna fuck w me  shit is so blatant 
Im violent impatient 

Bridge:
really wanna burn shit, cut shit, break shit, fuck shit
proceed to the scene with caution 
hate shit when you got no options
make shit  brains off toxins 

you ain’t got money the man gonna auction 
new grip cause the place been rotten 
what’s a pig to a long range carbon
pull up my boot straps I’m gonna stomp shit 

Verse: 

we like the  weeds in the concrete 
we like to shoot at police 
we just aim at there white sheets 
panic and crises 
upping the crime rate like it’s the 90s
upping the crime rate filling the pit with guerllias 
we started speaking , they wanna kill us
cigarettes stains, empty syringes
die for a wage , kill for the riches

kidnap, ransom, break shit , Samson
fuck pigs, bust back, kill shit and sum

phone tap feds on
take shit rents gone 
hit licks fight back
take shit withdrawn 

~Hook again~
~Bridge again~

outro:
hit em in the street 
them sirens ranging 
they go they go they go they go

Rest In Piss Prod. Muppy

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

Verse:
punishment and crime 
I been rotten with my stolen time 
we ain’t really bringing knives 
read between the lines 
shrunken heads, straw dolls
and a broken shrine 
teddys poltergeist 
Frankenstein's shells and 9s
no ones fine overhaul i mean overkill 
over all I’m popping pills that we rob and steal
fuck the pity boy I need a meal
cardiac feel the panic when the tire squeal
mean mugging me I make you star in guinea pig
earth movers from the sewers I can really dig
snub nose, bullets  fly like I'm billy kid
shout the boys in blue y’all some filthy pigs 
on the oil rig where the fucking captain at
Bronson with the blows ,  bloody nose , actions back 
someone better can’t imagine that  
stray dogs fighting over the scraps

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

King of the Fleas

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Hook:
I think I need a second 
bitch I cannot fucking breath 
okay
I pulled up 911 Gully flew in on the scene 
okay
bad karma not a weapon bitch I kill my enemies 
half a cup of bleach and kerosene my favorite recipe 
okay 

Verse:
i found a body at the grapevine
feeling co- dependent
need ideas you can take mine
and I been craving poison
I need something I can mainline 
bite the hands that feeds you 
when it treats you like a canine
said I need some poison 
can I try below yo waistline 
shorty I don’t waste time 
I’m in the box like FaceTime 
I’m on the rise like hate crimes 
and bigots in the grave
wait 
I meant proud boys in the grave 
wait 
I meant nazis in the grave 
okay 

they wanna see how much I bleed
take you by the wrist 
and baby you can play lead
something in the way
something that  I can’t even see 
everybodies dying 
when they just a mouth to feed 
the bullet only kills
if you already on your knees
they find yo body in the weeds 
grab yo fucking gun
and we can aim it at that sheets 
I don’t need to question 
I know everyone  agrees 
the bullet only kills
if you already on your knees 

Hook:
I think I need a second 
bitch I cannot fucking breath 
okay
I pulled up 911 Gully flew in on the scene 
okay
bad karma not a weapon bitch I kill my enemies 
half a cup of bleach and kerosene my favorite recipe 
okay

I Found a Body at the Grapevine

Produced  by Gullyspit 

Art by Roch links below to his shit hes crazy
https://twitter.com/1998_roch
https://www.instagram.com/1998roch/


Lyrics:
Verse 1:
got no fingers left to count 
I need drugs in high abundance 
mixed with things I can’t pronounce 
lay down in the dirt 
you got me feeling like a hound 
copper wire strip it
we can sell it by the pound 
they don’t wanna see me but 
I’m looking through the peephole
y’all are so far under me 
you do not look like people 
spittin in they face 
cause they tried to say I’m evil 
injections looking lethal 
I’m nothing but a needle 

Pre-Chorus:

this ain’t really fun for me 
bitch I don’t want your
company
you play playing all these games
and you do it just to fuck w me
you wonder what’s been
up with me
why I don’t share 
your gluttony
cause I don’t eat w swine
go ahead 
enjoy the slop tray

Chorus:
keep on eating till you die 
grind up all the plastics 
and fresh the insecticides 
bits of metal in your teeth 
and asbestos in the gumline
shots off in the distance
they sound just like a drumline 
Bridge:
operator  
why don’t people kill the president?
sincerely signed a law abiding good for nothing citizen 
they keep on building prisons from the profits of our medicine
the business really booming but I’m looking like a skeleton

I’m feeling used 
you feel rejected 
let’s go have baby 
and let’s use it as a weapon 
driving down the freeway
smoke keep coming out the engine
zombies get to walking 
hoping they making it to heaven okay

imma need to see your license  
hands up on the wheel 
and baby just ignore the sirens
we don’t need to hear you 
this works better when it’s silent 
aiming at the skies 
screaming welcome to the violence 

Prechorus

Chorus

Slop Tray

Track 2 of SMILE RED DEVIL
Vocals by @gullyspit and @jaealaska
Production by gullyspit

Verse 1: @jaealaska
I get to stuttering 
Spit like a silencer 
Get like 300 because they so popular 
Jay to the face then depart to andromeda 
Everything round me like homina homina 
Fuck your lil infantry 
Fuck where that piggy be
All of this pack getting smoked like it’s hickory 
Back at the crib where I left any sympathy 
Watch how I put it together like symphony 
Get you addicted to every prescription 
Handing you death with a blurrier vision 
The mission got plenty of issues I promise just listen 
Ain’t nobody telling the truth
But they not awake 
Brain on a platter get scrambling like I don’t already have enough room on my plate 
Smoke rolling off of her lips like some foam from that animal face

Chorus: @gullsypit
hit em with that
knock knock at the door
knock knocked to the face
sun tzu with the war
Helen with the heavy weapon 
can’t hear whatever they say 
they ain’t really with the struggle 
we ain’t coming here to play
terror when they say obey 
we those guerrillas 
we come from the jungle
we on that animal face 

Verse 2: @gullyspit
rat race in the gutter
smoking right from the rubber 
wrong move you gon suffer 
big gun to a runner
strung up undercover 
feds wanna know what happened
spitting at em for the culture 
spitting at em in the crowd 
they think I’m pretty
they want me inside of they mouth 
worship they really devout 
I’m really not playing those dumbass lil juvenile games 
i just want you log on and come see all my content so I can be something you hate 
I’m smoking batch till my blackened lil lungs get to bleeding 
I’m coughing right into the grave 
she said she fw with my music od
so i told her to please come and sit on my face

Chorus x2

Animal Face w/ Jae Alaska

Track 1 of SMILE RED DEVIL
Vocals by @gullyspit and @jaealaska
Production by gullyspit


Verse 1: @gullyspit
They waiting for the panic 
everybody hates me
maybe I just been dramatic 
I’m just tryna lay low
so they don’t know I’m fanantic 
it ain’t really fun if it ain’t 
just a bit traumatic 
she asked if I’m excited 
but she grabbing on my ratchet 
powder in the jacket 
i told everybody freeze
that shit just a prop
until you really feel the  squeeze
feeling like an android 
but can’t bring myself to dream
you know that its jumpscare 
but you still gon fucking scream 

Bridge:@gullyspit
i been high for 7 days 
got me posted in the alley 
giving food out to the strays
every song I make 
you know the message is the same 
bring a bomb in to the office
and you might just get a raise

Hook: @gullyspit
she gon play me but I like it 
fuck a Bonnie Clyde 
she the ivy to my robin 
she just started clapping
but I like when she obnoxious 
she said fuck a pipeline
then filled me up with toxins 
okay
x2

Verse 2: @jaealaska
Too much of that fire got me higher than a Ho-Oh
Can’t fuck with your weed that shit was mid not even so-so 
Pussy like that matrix when I send them shots in slow mo
I just went on only fans and think I saw my old hoe
Oh that’s your thot?
That ass like astronaut 
But that mileage got a lot
So that pussy getting dropped 
Got that tik right for your tok 
Heads be spinning like the clock 
Check your watch 
Borrowed time is all we got 
She treat your boy just like a cup and straw the way she sippin’ me
Air it out and pop the top up off her like a simply 
Addicted to the dick I kick her out if she smoke nicotine 
So ima send it up just like a motherfucking tryptamine 
Hook x2

Bridge 2:@jaealaska
Who the fuck are you to come up in my space?
I pull that rubber up on you and then I go erase
You see that vacuum seal? It look exactly like your fate
Could give a fuck bout what they say 
I’m just here to up the rate 
I told her buckle up cause-

Outro: @gullyspit
i been high for 7 days 
got me posted in the alley 
giving food out to the strays
every song I make 
you know the message is the same 
bring a bomb in to the office
and you might just get a raise

Uh Oh A Car Bomb w/ Jae Alaska

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

Produced by Gullyspit
Engineered by Gullyspit

intro hook:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOK ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 

verse 1:
out here living with the jingos got me going really crazy
i ain’t tryna fight you cause my 45 got no safety 
bitch I, bitch I been that black tar i been that gutter baby
y’all can’t really phase me
talking to the cops probably signing affidavits
you ain’t scaring me boy look down at your hands
why they shaking? told them come collect they mans
y’all ain’t making moves hope y’all got another plan
she wanna make a movie told her don’t use any hands
bridge 1:
everybody hit the floor
they been aiming at the windows 
C4 and flip phone
send these fucker to the moon
I’m on my cleaver shit 
my m19 ho chi min shit
that bomb strapped to your Beamer
shit go ahead quick turn the keys
put your ass on CNN LIKE

Hook 2:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOKING ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 
THATS CAUSE THEY AINT LIKE ME
x2

breakdown:
fuck the BASSLINE y’all don’t sound right
this shit basic y’all just sound bites
yo audience is all fucking alt-right 
stuck in my basement waiting to die, I
pass the note to the teller 
tell her give me those funds
pipe bombs on the pipelines
y’all ain’t ready for the flood 
/INTERLUDE/
bridge 2:
everybody hit the floor
they be aiming at the windows 
C4 and flip phone
send these fucker to the moon
I’m on my cleaver shit 
my m19 ho chi min shit
that bomb strapped to your Beamer
shit go ahead quick turn the keys
put your ass on CNN

hook 3:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOK ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 
THATS CAUSE THEY AINT LIKE ME
x2
*out here living with the*
outro: 
y’all don’t really wanna play
get my money get the fuck up our way
on my dick on my dick
that’s where everybody stay
don’t waste my time
go ahead and gimme brain

Grozny

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT
@luiscansino

Hung Up

Intro:
He's lost himself in the dark swirling abyss
Is He a man or a monster?
God Says Please Dont go to Hell

Verse 1:
smile wide lemme see those fucking pearly whites 
in the city with the rats and little dirty mites
saw tooth on the blade that’s a dirty fight 
big boot to the face that’s a kiss goodnight 
breath deep don’t let that fucking roach die
in my finger tips the ashes covered both sides 
you in her dms and I’m sliding in her throat right 
you carpe diem till they show you where rope tie
now imma need to yall to please shut that fucking mouth 
underground all I see is fucking circus clowns 
need an ounce and some woods 
kick my feet up 
hit me with those eyes
and I know I’m about to beat it up
on that crime wave flow 
I’m on that punishment 
no one better then
line em up and let it spin 
i don’t see the benefit 
your persona secondhand
living on the blacklist
gullyspit is contraband 

wake up 
this is Disneyland with dirty needles
from the terror need a girl who can inhale my evil
big teeth skin mask kerosene rag
hang me on the rack with the other shiny pretty people 

Bridge:
everything is sweating 
everything is burning up 
everything is less than 
everything is dirty cup
everything is fucking piss
everything is rot
everything is bullets 
everything is getting fucking shot

starting running

Verse 2:
evil messages been wrapped up in that bottle
indulging every word 
till it’s exploited like a brothel 
every curve is cut with swords
as bending knees prepare to grovel
the written law is  war
angry hordes are getting hostile 
but that’s not my problem 
I got my head down in the sand my lord
one hundred years of solitude 
to get those fruit in stores
violent heads with busy hands
banana clips and gore 
they can’t trap it in that bottle 
once it’s spoke the word is born 
empty houses 
full of smoke and rotten plaster
every minute I’m awake I’m drifting 
straight towards disaster 
rotten food atop the platters
pills get broken in my body like fracture 
a bullet to my head all thanks to thatcher 
a pound of gold 
for every dead politician on my doorstep
that’s a joke
don’t get your little necks contorted 
train spotting get your spirit
drawn and quartered 
they said focus on your breathing
nevermind the water boarding

THE MACHINES ALREADY DEAD

Hung Up

Hung Up w/Cansino

Produced by Gullyspit
Cover art by Gullyspit


Lyrics:
Is he a Man or a Monster?

Verse 1:
Why you creeping? Where you going? What you looking for?
I can help you, come inside now let me shut the door
Take a seat , can I get you something to eat ?
I can tell that you been craving looking grayer than the street
Grit ya teeth, Huh
Take a breath I know your ready  
Hands are heavy but your finger tips are empty 
Brought you back out of that coffin got you stuck to me like flies
I just a need a second nothing precious about your time 
Crooked smiles , missing teeth , with the wicked grins 
Missing needles, broken vials, and them sticking pins 
Sewing back up what was taken from your skin
Daggers in your smile 
Use soap before you rinse 
Washing off the stains, see your viens, get a glimpse
Nearer blood the bloodier it gets 
Remember every face paranoia in the flesh
Nothing worse than those empty little threats

Hook:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette 

Verse 2:
Broken heels, bloody soles, running nose
Leaving places that nobody ever goes 
Except for piggies and the crows
Masterpiece complete done by numbers in row
I got leaches for your poison 
I got poison for your woes 
Death here in abundance I got violence for the show
Kick yo shoes off at the door and kick your habits out tomorrow 
Nothing but your time and your time is only borrowed

Bridge:
Its only Borrowed x2
Nearer Blood The Bloodier it gets x4

Hook x2:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette

Outro:
Take more drugs

Crooked Little Veins

LOVE TO MY BROTHER @JaeAlaska

Lyrics:
Money on my mind there ain’t no time for me to worry bout
Store more than that knowledge like I got a bundle bank account 
Submit it like I’m finished catch the herb and then I roll it out
I stay afloat the water like you’ll never catch my tapping out
All I spit is chlorophyll 
Clean em out and roll my luck inside the dice cause you already fucking know the deal 
I slowed it down and then I poured a seal 
Cause all that paranoia had me questioning just what the fuck was real 
I keep it ancient like it’s frozen wisdom 
Already know the business
If it’s for my squad then I ain’t ever switching 
Some people did and I ain’t fucking with it 
No bridges burned but I just hope it’s fucking cozy swimming with the fishes
Wires in the water I electrocute the whole game
Put me on the track it come alive like it’s a whole train 
Coldest in New York so I could only spit that propane
Hottest of the cold I lit the stove and then I co-flame
Running off of course cause I ain’t ever fuck with no lane 
Leave you in the dust I’m laughing asking how the road taste 
Mr keep it going no emotion I got no face 
If I ever did it probably turn it to a cold case

mentally my focus dialed like coke and niacin
I bring heavy violence to you snotty fucking virusses
light it up we spark the flint, buzzin off that riddlin
leave you on the chopping block splinter em like kindling
and then we split again
no condoning sure as fuck don’t give condolences 
crawling on the concrete home is where the roaches live
lining up that white got that bite leave you motionless 
stretching out these pay stubs bending like contortionists 
pop up where you stay I’m at your door eviction notices
crucifiction bonuses they still dont the picture
should be leaving bullet holes where every member of the SCOTUS lives
don’t get sensitive clickbait on some bogus
stole ideas from the next man y’all sound is fucking torrented
turned the underground around into an orphanage
I guess I had coming like I don’t know what abortion is
only blame myself coulda put y’all down before all this 
leave an exit wounds on every single fucking chauvinist
gullyspitting radical dead capital we socialist 
y’all hopeless
I hope you fucking hang w the rest

Smile He's Back w/ Jae Alaska

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
wide eyes sewn shut
i wanna hear you give up
I wanna hear you take it 
far below the plastic 
sewage in containment
hounddog on a leash
by the heel ever patient 
end up as a patient
a column a digit a statement 
nip tucked for engagement 
island of Moreau 
made you a beast for that payment 
broken on the pavement 
car alarm ringing from a
single cell connect that’s a sleeper cell agent 

Chorus:
No love get down
this a fucking state of war 
hell hounds on the ground
In your guts, eat more
Love and Rigor Mortus
Use me like a whore
Squeal City bitch
We gon' eat you off the floor
x2


Verse 2:
they calling OSHA
we ain’t working with no safeties 
tight around the hip
we getting fit like it’s the eighties 
Push illegal pieces
like the UN into Haiti
she wanna have my kids
won’t stop swallowing my babies 
hear that fork scraping up pollution 
soundtrack for the execution 
I don’t want to hear you statement
I’m a fucking badge grabber and I love my occupation
I know they can’t hide
I’m an IED WHEN IM INSIDE IT
what you see been fabricated
what i gotta do to get assassinated?

wide eyes sewn shut
i wanna hear you

Chorus:
No love get down
this a fucking state of war 
hell hounds on the ground
In your guts, eat more
Love and Rigor Mortus
Use me like a whore
Squeal City bitch
We gon' eat you off the floor
x2

SQUEAL CITY

LOVE AND RIGOR MORTUS

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
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Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Chorus 1:
hanging out that mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on 

Verse 1:
get a grip on this big fucking python
they don’t get the typa shit that I’m on
everybody found a hill that they can die on
if you don’t then let me help you find one

King Kong kill you insects in the pit
in sewer looking pretty 
with a needle in my wrist
if she thick I got somewhere she can sit
they want me to quit?
I hope that you stupid motherfuckers
eat a clip

and get Halloween right below the rib cage 
12 gauge to the ceiling that’s some good brain 
google what to do if she ain’t finish yet
get distracted buying weapons on the Internet 
fingers twitching in my pocket for cigarette 
I been itching for a reason make me do it
I been sticking to my guns it’s therapeutic
u been clinging to a trend and looking stupid

Chorus 2:
hanging out that mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on 

Breakdown:
i ain't really wanna do it 
but you made me 
what did I do?
tell why you hate me
can you keep me ?
maybe can you save me?
can you kill me ?
wrap me up
and take me?

never heard my songs but they fuck me 
I guess I got it poppin that’s a luxury
tryna hide it but they found it in discovery 
you talking way too fucking much
i need a  summary

Verse 2:
off the stacy I’m ruthless 
my brother pouring bruises
hitting from the back 
now she calling out Brutus 
you a rat 
you a mole
you a rufus
all bark hard to bite when you toothless
I know we been through this
underground Judas
all y’all get bea, hog tied, 
executed 

Interlude: SQUEAL

Chorus 3:
hanging out the mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on

STOLEN VALOR FIT

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

with @JaeAlaska

Prod @Gullyspit

Lyrics soon

Hotkeys w/ Jae Alaska

production: Gullyspit

Lyrics: 
Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 1: 
that’s a misfire
that’s a setback
I bet that 
stitch what you can save and put the rest inside my backpack
got fun in little bottles you have that 
come on back inside and grab a blunt
got pretty girls, you like they ass fat?

i be fucking toxic
i know they hate guts 
i might stay on drugs
smoke these roaches to the nubs
pretty people in my dm's
lot of black inside my lungs
i know they wanna see me rotten
wanna fill me up slugs 

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 2: 
off the jump
need a lift come suck me up
i been waiting for minute 
every finger needs a gun
i can’t deal with more attention
but attention is so fun
you the type to run your mouth
I’m the type to make you run
it’s okay though
cause i got pockets full of bands
i got money for a second till it burns right out my hands
empty stomach like my gas tank
concrete all on my land
i got weapon that been handmade
using printers from Japan

but today
honestly today 
I feel a bomb
my face got a mask
don’t say you scared of this gun
i just need a bit a time 
this moment won’t be for long
put the money in the bag or open wide for the pump

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

On The Road

Written and produced by Gullyspit

Lyrics coming soon

Kowloon

Mouth

Go check out @83hades

Trust me...... Im Dying

@jaealaska is on every track
@nastiitaxii is on every track


Na$tii

You don’t really want 

Smoke with a mothafucker
Tie you up
Raw rope
Toss you in the gutter
When I press that fucking Swiss
Bitch you gonna wanna
Listen up real close 
Did I fucking stutter

Shawty say the 

gang gonna come strapped
Put the barrel through the pane
N they gon get capped
Wish they fucking pull up
Get they neck snapped
Broke in half bloodied up before the next act

Pull back
Then I plunge in 
The stomach
N Rip it out 
back in
I ain’t playing w nothing
  for the fucking last time
Bitch you better stop running
Fore I go saw 5 
put those guts in a bucket

N I won’t 
Go back
Bitch you just a toe tag
Gagging on a throw rag
Wishing I could go back
Wishing I din hate you
Wishing I din hate me
What I made you go through
Where the fuck my sanity 


 
I made all the beats.

ToyBox Ft. Jae Alaska & 83Hades

Ft. @jaealaska && @okaminokami666

prod. Na$tii

GORE HOUNDS Ft. Jae Alaska & Okaminokami

Shouts out to @liltrainwreck for hopping on this w/ me 

Black Lungs Black Death

Black Lungs Ft. Lil TrainWreck (Prod. Na$tii)

slanging diesel
leave them leaking bleeding
gonna fill that pussy up and then repeat it 
had some friends I don’t fucking need 'em
all that muddy cupping now u fighting sleepy

onyx gripping on the rocky
bullets pulling punches fingers do the fighting
fuck 
never sleeping always foggy Molly in morning 
bloody from the grinding 
fuck

smoking thraxx popping rox
say u got a gang ain’t even got a block 

voices be talkin a lot
my problem w razors the cuts tend to clot

boy put a pin on yo spot
the front door got windows not thinking a lot 

boy I ain’t coming to talk
texting me please lil bitch better duck

lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback  (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)


bitch did I stutter 
when I came in I said dumpster or the gutter 
why you pale I guess you never been a cutter
bitch gonna suffer 
better look me in the eyes 
motherfucker
now you know you fucking dealing with a monster 

bitch I’m obsessed with amphetamines 
I been a gutter boy since I was 17 
Demon king stay with promethazine
my stomach fucked up so I don’t eat anything 

bitch I’m possessed by the fear in me
stay in the gutter you already dead to me 
Demon king stay with the bluish beam
my head is stuck now your life don’t mean anything 

lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback  (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh, aye)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)
lean into that blowback (yuh)

Lean In

T R E N C H G O D S

Prod. Na$tii

Ft. @lefthandluck, @oniinc, @83hades, @jaealaska

Verse 1: @LeftHandLuck
She see the blood on the nation
Pull it with no hesitation 
Feed off the drugs in the basement 
Frozen and numb as I’m pacing 

Don’t fuck with your god said I’m pagan 
Mask on my face like I’m Jason 
Stacking that fate while you waking 
Make no mistake you’re forsaken 
Chorus: @TheRansomElite
Fuck em all
Till I fall
Like Nate Dogg imma set it off
Till I collapse imma give it all
Gotta bad bitch with yo girl on call
Ball out when I’m hype
Fuckin sleep when I die
Keep that thang on my side
Fuck it up until I die

Verse 2: @LeftHandLuck
Murder the barrier twice a day 
Further the areas, price to pay 
Your god ain’t been answering, like to pray 
Head in the dirt, get your sight to fade

Hand on my throat when I strike 
Guts in my coat, hit the night 
Bumpin that Lynch in the white. 
Gun on my dick with the sight

She keep on telling me “don’t catch a felony” 
I pull it faster, you pussies got hell to see
Mind of a bastard, you thought you were telling me
Murdered the masters, they thought they were sellin me

Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy 
Inflicting my actions since I was a prodigy
Pull up and flex when I’m out on the odyssey
Feet on their necks and it’s fuck your apology.

Chorus

Bridge: @TheRansomElite
Fuck it up fuck it up
Couldn’t give one single fuck
Wanted my money I wanted your trust
Shigaraki couldn’t touch I’ll turn you to dust

Verse 3: Na$tii
Suicide , In my mind But 
I’m gonna catch A body Fore a bullet hit mine
If I’m gonna catch a case May as well catch 9
Bitch I’m gonna burn the place Down Let us all die
I don’t see an end, I just see an m
Put the poison in my veins , Let it all sink in
I don’t wanna feel a thing I just wanna rot in piece
Bitch you coming for the king Leave you headless on your knees 
Told y’all to bow, still on feet 
Dump a whole clip, You obsolete 
Insomniac, With a Semtex Where the party at
Do another line And watch it stop my fucking cardiac 
Run in to your trap Tripping heavy causing heart attacks
Reaching for ya strap Blade will cut you like the zodiac 
Vision going blurry Leave ya body in cul de sac
Wash my fucking hands and get the fuck back in the Cadillac

Verse 4: @83Hades

Chorus:

Verse 5: @JaeAlaska
stomp out the front im the one im the chosen 
my n*** come come try me i bleed for the lonely 
alone by myself 
had a blade that tucked 
a n*** was quiet i aint give a f*** 
fast forward to now and i care a lot less 
cuz the backwoods what i need to function 
f*** with the seven that word to my niggas 
this jinjuraki gon start mass destruction

Verse 6: Na$tii

bitch I’m gonna 
fucking split his wig 
I’ll leave him leaking in his own house
kick the fucking do’
get to dumping where’s yo pole now
breaking up the rocks 
steady dripping in my throat how
hard you gonna fight 
I got the barrel to ya dome blow 
go home wash the blood outta my finger nails 
drink until Im fucking puking and my skin is pale
cut an inch outta my wrist n get to praying
bitch I can even fucking say it bitch I’m waiting for this shit to fail
won’t lie I shoulda stayed in gutter
I wish I didn’t wanna die or wanna suffer 
every time I know my voice is getting rougher
wish I didn’t give a fuck about the numbers
watch his head snap back like rubber
caught him slipping when I hit him w the upper
watch my skin snap back like rubber
I ain’t ever been shit dirty cutter

Trench Gods Ft. LeftHandLuck, ONI INC, 83Hades, and Jae Alaska

Shoutout to :
@DKoolPharaoh
@auxking

"Come Catch A Body"

Prod. Na$tii

verse 1: na$tii
bitch I ain’t 
been away I just been catching bodies
counting duffles 
you can fuck around and get a
dirty dozen for ya trouble 
bitch I heard u ain’t even really got that iron
what’s the problem 
put ya feet up on a block 
and catch slipping you at the bottom 

and ever time I hit ya bitch she know it’s fuck a condom
while you sit around and hippy flip I’m out here causing problems 
gotta put ya brothers even if you ain’t got it
I ain’t ever gonna change until my skin is fucking rotten 

chorus: 
fuck 
yuh 
come a catch a body
you ain’t no killer bitch 
don’t even try me 

better duck 
yuh
scars on my body
smile for the picture 
this flash from my shoty

verse 2: na$ti
bitch get the fuck up 
want this fade well you got it 
a knife in yo gut and my hand in your pocket 
stand the fuck the up get snuffed out like a man
gripping the drumlike a play in band 

I can’t even stand but I won’t stop the poppin
u dropped yo location yo foreign a coffin 
lord of flies cause I stay where it’s rotten
heron a trip make u feel like a goblin 

scripts in my body make me feel demonic 
crashing my whip of the rox talking onyx 

deep in the pit  I want out lemme stop 
please let me stop it

chorus:

verse 3: Dkool
verse 4: auxxk

Come Catch A Body Ft. DKoolPharaoh & Auxxk

Na$tii - Sedative

Produced by Na$tii

Lyrics:

Chorus:

bitch can come get it
degenerate
I’m on the scene with a beam
at confederates 
you hear knock 
n yo dumbass gon let em in
hollow tip
hit yo skin
like I am injecting a sedative
x2

Verse 1 :
10 pound trigger I’m an animal 
hit em in the face 
watch his brain go
pop

caught u in the whip like a Kennedy
splatter on the seat
and the blood 
won’t stop

you don’t wanna go 
in field turn yo ass to a pop fly
bitch you get caught

got him in the headlights
I ain’t into hunting 
but I still hit em
with the buckshot 

I ain’t a teacher but if you act up 
then you better go for the extension
yeah 

bitch say she fuck with me
I ain’t got nothing to give
not even my attention 
yeah

feeling like I’m running circles around in my head I don’t know my direction 
yeah 

I used to cut but the drugs are a better escape know I need the protection 
yeah

Chorus: repeats

Bridge:

living out my days 
all I do wanna is rot 
x3

Verse 2:

I don’t need no fucking redemption from you
I make choices
I’m not afraid

come to me wrong like a butcher I’ll turn u to steak 
bitch ill cut him away

sad I love violence 
I’m masochistic 
and I know we all end in decay

I cannot hear you 
I see yo mouth moving
but bitch ain’t got nothing to say

Chorus: repeats

Sedative

Featuring and co produced with @istasha

go listen to all his music or ur lame

Lyrics:

bridge: Na$tii
came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked 
you don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck
40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping
come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust 
x2
verse 1: Na$tii
young dirty cutter 
yeah my skin look like a battleground 
staring at the lock, pick a time 
to come up in the house
shawty wanna fuck but affection
put you in the ground 
couple plastics bags and a tank
I won’t make a sound 

I won’t say a fucking word
u ain’t listen anyway 
put you in the dirt
or jus leave you in the alleyway
bro he mixing chemicals 
now they going in my veins 
bitch I’m a guerrilla 
bloc black I’m renegade 

chorus: Na$tii
killer got a gun
killer got a god complex 
x4

bridge repeats: Na$tii

Verse 2: @istasha
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

Drain 
When your left up 
Uh 
Running it back on medicine 
Never set up 

One with no face 
But his chest up 
bout to see you wreck it like 
Honestly not a bother in novelty 
Uh

Shooting it over off like a javelin 
Split open wigs like a pair of pins 
Inattention 

Knock on the frame and the seams degraded
Facing the cages your locked and faded

Fucking with no false light 
the stasis 
Break open crack out the places
Sought it into pathos and lost in oasis
Turning over
Bitch and then you're back into your basics 

chorus: @istasha 
Killer got a gun 
Killer got a god complex
x8

outdo: @istasha 
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

God Complex Ft. Istasha The Scrub

Prod. Na$tii

Chorus:
where is yo iron at u look anemic 
u lost a homie hope it get repeated 
all of these comments gon leave you deleted 
you make the wrong move n yo body in pieces 

Verse: 
lighting up sticks over rocks like caveman 
beat em so bad I don’t know where his face at 
no Walter white but that bitch gonna break bad 
DMT lab in the crib wear a face mask 
you get replaced fast 
bitch I’m conceded
448 
we might get through weekend
lil bitch why you speaking 
I time out my day with scale 
but this not show n tell
u will not catch me tweaking 

I beat up when I’m in the g spot
I need me detox 
fuck it re-up
you wanna play with that lil desert eagle
I wanna snatch it and bust through a peephole

fuck it I’m looking for smoke
I bust in like fireman 
praying for mercy
that shit is inspiring 
laying em off 
like it’s early retirement 
word up to nascar cause I’m hearing 
“sirens”

Chorus Repeats

Anemic

In the order they appear @mugetsu117 , Na$tii, @xbruxismx, @okaminokami666, @depthstrida 

Shoutout everyone involved , Go listen to all their music <3

Produced by Na$tii

Intro :
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.

Verse 1: Mugxtsu
Police man ask you to put your fkg hands up.
I tell you your head's gonna fkg blow up.
Blood on my face, knife in my place,
I've been arming myself.
Raise raise raise your fkg soul up.

Some around do not seem to understand.
(Oh no)
I can say that I've been here too long.
(Too fkg long)

Chorus: Mugxstu
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.

Verse 2: Na$tii
this is that madness 
don’t fuck with me 
it is not up to me
you can get laid out 

tripping like Alice 
I cut down the money tree 
u wanted smoke
what u bang now? 

you is a pup get yo fangs out 
or prepare die 
put em him the sky 
walking on his grave 
look she gonna cry 
baby imma fucking pimp that butterfly 
lil bitch

damn how the fuck u gon  spill all my kids on the floor
bitch off the molly but my dick was running on coke
na$tii Lil cutta I’m fucked so I need her to choke
she get text from her man and she limp out the door

got a grip 
Oh my god 
I might wave round it public 

get a brick
Molotov 
anything to it started 

throwing bottles at the cops
I’m with the gang 
we get it poppin 

shawty wanna stay w us 
that mean she staying broke hearted 
lil bitch 

Chorus Repeats:

Verse 3: Bruxism
hexes and curses increasingly burdering
 ritual purposes lurking then surfacing
Feel it encirciling worsening harvesting
Bargain with power you'll never be harnessing
Digital waste the pollution of men
Tear it all down build it up all again
We are the faceless the evilest sins
Living among you like murderous kins
Stop
Flesh turned to sickening rot
Nothing is left of the ops
Atomic like shit that we drop
Surrender before you get mobbed
You what they call a facade
I'm not an demon I'm really a god
But I bet that you knew that all along

Verse 4: Okaminokami
Uh   
Popin a pill in the backseat   
Shawty she fw me heavy  
I pull swinging   Go gadget machete   My pistol shoot auto   Go stupid   Go crazy   Succubus Shawty Tryna have my babies   I command the demon army   Bo Betty   I move in silence   I feel like I'm Freddy  Can't step in the day time   They out to get me   
Shawtt a witch & she leaking out potion   Put chains on my neck just to show my devotion   
My head is broken   I caved from the fall   I challenge god   & I'm riskin it all   Okaminokami   I'm basically ra  
If we fuckin   Full her up with a cross   
Fuck kamis   Tryna regain the gauss   
My mind is mine   It is not yours to rob   
I cannot fw humans kill em  Split her with a scythe   & let her tummy fall   
She got no titties   Why she buying bras   
I need a 30 vertical my jaw   I blow the brains out a goat   
Take the tail   & turn it to a rope   
Get another just to tie round throat   Kick the chair   & then struggle to cope  

Verse 5: Depth Strida
2 shots 1 glock
you done fucked up
lot of bad luck
washed down make up
bitch i came up
from the nether
just to fuck your empty head up

feel like im dying 
why do i keep trying?
shit i feel so dead inside
emotions diving
i stay silent
bad shit always on my mind

no point in crying
i keep biting
till you fucking give up
enter the  silence pulse is rising find myself in handcuffs

shit ive done fucked up
i might need a minute
oh man i cant stop
need another drug
everything thats real sucks
pain aint acute, nothing gets better
endless ladder

Verse 6: Mugxstu
Ever try to set me free, those arent here to relate.
Difference is all about you and me.
Ever try to set me free, those arent here to relate.
This is madness, this madness, this is madness.

Kriminel Ft. Mugxtsu, Bruxism, Okaminokami, & Depth Strida

Prod. @nagibator-911-wot
Artwork @c3of

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I ain’t gon play around 
if you gon stay around 
better go take these players off the map 
I’m off a 40 now this shit a wrap
feel like a pit how I’m ready to scrap
you came to flex with the bands in yo pockets 
but I’m gonna leave w those mofuxking racks 
soon as I’m dripping I mix it with jack
never gon say shit exterminate rats 

bitch I deliver hate 
straight to wherever you stay 
that’s just how we gone penetrate 

feel like I been here before 
once I kick in that door
aint no chance you gon get away 

aint no one gonna save me 
this shit get too crazy 
so I’m doing drugs till those better days 

her man wanna fade me 
how she misbehaving 
yeah we don’t just fuck
we gon fornicate 
Chorus:
I ran up both side
with a 45
on my lowlife shit 
I got my flow right 
fuck a co-sign
betta get off my dick
aim at the bow tie 
we gon go live 
imma just talk my shit 
I ran up both side
with a 45
on my lowlife shit

Bridge:
I’m on that low life shit 
I’m on that strung out shit 
I’m on that crowbar shit 
I’m on that go hard shit 
x2
Verse 2:
I be that gutter baby
I got no way to cope
hunnid baby 
on my way to the sto

we ain’t the same 
you got nowhere to go
beat the body lay em down and then 
stomp out that ho

I need my medicine 
I need my bills paid 
I need adrenaline 
I need a big a blade

I need the opps to go fuck off for my sake 
for they be scraping you up off the driveway 

no competition  the pressure ain’t feel it 
I need the money to hold up the ceiling 
I spilled sum drugs on my jeans true religion 
I got these drugs in my viens no Incision 
what you been saying to me hieroglyphics 
you only on cause of money and gimmicks
why the UG only bitches and critics
I be that radical criminalistic

Chorus Repeats
Bridge (outro)

Lowlife  Prod. Ghost Castle

GULLY track 2

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: Na$tii
you ain’t on cause of yo talent 
boy you dick ride
listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
get yo shit right 
I been on that riot shit that violence 
what incite 
how you catch an ego talking big 
when you got lil hype 

steady making hits 
and been smoking in abundance 
I can’t stand the fuckery 
and all them bad assumptions 
blasting all my shit until that speaker give concussions 
and if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

stay hating on the gully kid
but yo girl fuck w my music 
got problems with control
if I like it I abuse it 
hit em in his stomach 
leaving bruises and contusions 
and I’m smoking Russian cream
but that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban 

80x put me under the grid
when the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit 
kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
if you owe that’s some shit 
I don’t simply forget 
I need a cigarette 
now pass the razer blade 
been here for a second 
you want smoke then you gon fade away 
take it day to day only seconds till we all decay 
now single file everybody never misbehave 

thumbing through the rubbish 
where the diamonds at 
tell me where you find me at ? 
ready with the polish 
at the exit but the timings past 
you ain’t really built to last
you ain’t really ten toes 
leaking from the gash 
money froze now you exposed 
I got optimism but the glass is coloured Melrose
you ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close 
now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii 

grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow 
bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh 
they can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips 
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing shit 
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist 
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist 

you ain’t really  gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist 
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet 
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
once the light set 

roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking 
poison out the frogs back needles get to poking 
bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in 
saying all that shit now you claiming u misspoken 

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life 
now you fucking  pissed off
all you wanna do is fight 
Bobby where the kids at 
Bobby where that fucking wife 
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times

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