the lyrics on all of these are too fucking good holy shit

I love this entire album sm ❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥

Gully always hits this is my favorite album

KAMAARA:

No disrespect, but only came to collect yuh
Pull up in all black, suggesting you run us that check yuh
Don't pose as a threat
You pussies dont pose as a threat
Mayville, Mayville, baby yeah you know the set yuh

Biv:

Yall don't come from a spot
Where the pussy get popped
And the jaw get locked yuh
Ball so hard need ice on the cock
But I flaunt what I got yuh yuh
Still ain't need me a lot
Pray on my life
All the bitch want want
Dick in her gums
So she suck my funds
It's never her spot
Bitch just stop
Stackin thoughts
That leave me lost
I been exhaust
The smoke involved
We list it off
Can't miss at all
The shots get sprung
Ya mans is gone
Fuck this life
Bitch fuck you on
Fuck this life
Bitch fuck you on
Fuck this life
Bitch fuck you on
Bitch fuck you on yuh
They set it all up
For failure an such
Dastardly deed
No different to me
We chasin the fee
Got family to feed
Nobdoy should see
The happy we feed
Nobody should see
I need what I need
No different than me
Stand for my shit
While they taken they seats
Stand for my shit
While they taken they seats

KAMAARA:

No disrespect, but only came to collect yuh
Pull up in all black, suggesting you run us that check yuh
Don't pose as a threat
You pussies dont pose as a threat
Mayville, Mayville, baby yeah you know the set yuh

Biv:

Bet that bitch want me dead
They been knockin in my head
I'm not living just for them
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh

Bet that bitch want me dead
They been knockin in my head
I'm not living just for them
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh
Bet that bitch want me dead
They been knockin in my head
I'm not living just for them
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh
Bet that bitch want me dead

Block it up
Block it up
Block it up
Bitch
Block it up
Block it up
Block it up
Bitch
Block it up
Block it up
Block it up
Bitch
Block
Block
Block
Block
Block it up bitch
Block
Block
Block
Block
Block it up bitch

set collect Ft. KAMAARA (Prod. by Biv & KAMAARA)

TRACK 1 of the “CORPSE GALORE” EP

written & performed by fxckjamie and gashum
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by gvzzvh

BLACK MASK (FEAT. GASHUM) [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT
@luiscansino

100 Freaks
Lyrics:
They told I been waiting too long
I need to stick the knife back in them
They get so impatient cause they waiting for that platinum
Got no motivation I’m still beating up a track like it’s
a bastard please relax taping drywall how I plaster them
Ten whole days I been living in that ruin
Mega-city monolith I'm feeling barley human
In the stomach of that beast and it’s gruesome
I guess I better sit down in the corner 
and stay wrapped in my delusions
Put your gas mask on it’s time to wake up
Breathing in that helium the tubes have all been taped up
Crushed by little numbers it gets scraped up
Powder in my grey matter make it worth the pay cut, don’t play us
Wrist deep ripping coins out of my stomach
Thousand little eyes at my fingers and I love it
Dirty little pieces running water on the dishes
Bio-shocking how your daughter getting drilled over syringes

A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks

Draining out my IV on the floor let it leak
Red lines on my eyes cause I cannot get to sleep
No i cannot even dream 
To distracted by the fiends and the smell 
of all these dead fucking sheep
Step after step after step 
Bitch we walking with the concubines
Go inside and get pretty little valentine
In her eyes I can see what’s coming next
Heartless as an Aztec rolling down the temple steps
The machine been fucking dead
But your still up in its stomach
Everything is real just remember not to touch it
But I cannot shake the feeling
that I’m rotten and I love it
I’m in public with the sewer rats
Banging on a drumstick

Y'all really can't shut the fuck up
I swear to god

A hundred rooms 
A hundred dead fucking freaks

Sub machine got a whole new fucking meaning
Wired up my skin it’s tracking back into the ceiling
Got me coming in like clockwork till that
Orange started peeling
Her face is fucking pretty I can’t wait to see them leaning
Till I got the bed frame shaking 
Like an inmate getting put down in basement
Give them roughly two weeks 
You can talk to your replacement
or go and get your head caved in on top the pavement
Silhouettes of bodies piled,
Evidence of knives and guts
It started with a trial 
Ending up indulging cuts
Reflection of my face on that steel covered blood
Stabbed to death in your apartment
No one heard it cause the tv loud as fuck
Waiting for the music
Go enjoy the symphony
The conductor been abusive
Might die inside a cubicle now go make sure your noose fits
I take what I need and I abuse it
You say one more word and imma lose it

A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks

THE MACHINES ALREADY DEAD

100 Freaks w/Cansino

[Lyrics]

I was blacked out
The drugs got the best of me 
I'd hate to act out, but you pussies keep testing me
Can't think for yourself and you want some respect from me?
Respectfully, this dickhead needs a vasectomy
So many dumb motherfuckers, why do we let them breed?
Don't hit my line for a feat. You ain't a friend of me
I don't hang with any motherfuckers unless they're in the trees
Death don't mean shit cause everyone's already dead to me

Haven't has a high in my life since I quit pouring shit
With all the powder I used to blow, I'm shocked my nose exists but I've been stacking so much paper that I could mold a bitch
You couldn't soar like this without using a fucking orifice
Bitch I ain't giving you help
Hoes dressed in shein ain't clean, choke on you vv belt
"Jesus hurt my feelings I feel like I might hurt myself"
My words cut you deeper than you could ever cut yourself

Get a grip on your wrist you weak bitch 
I say whatever I see fit
We bouta regress so I can't speak less
I feel like the Rothschilds how I'm hiding out in secret, I'm exiled too frequent
I only leave my den to see how much you've bled
The floor ain't too wet so you ain't kill yourself yet
But I heard that you've been hanging by a thread cause your rope got frayed, the knot caved, I'm so honored to watch you drop dead

I'm climbing life without a harness
I crawl out the pit, spit shit and return to darkness
The fact we breathe the same air feels like I'm huffing varnish
If there's anything you taught me, it's home is where the harm is
Everyone hates me so I made myself a target
Everybody praying for change, I'm bouta spark it
Y'all can stay a part of the herd watch me depart this bitch
Hatred ate my heart from the start, made me an anarchist

Fuck You (prod. JEFFJENKEM)

the second single from my new EP ESPDOTEXE.

BRUCE KILLUS - PSXXX (prod.Pharoahe Rocher)

SMD (Prod. SmokeTracy)

Days of Rage:

Main Artists : Jae Alaska , @nastiitaxii
Production by : @nastiitaxii , @amertm , @dantegrey
Featuring: @83hades @lefthandluck
Artwork by @teebry

Lyrics:

Pre-Chorus: Na$tii
bitch I said get on the ground 
stop praying this barrel don’t give a fuck
in your place stay hating until we up on ya block
Fuck the jakes they riding round 
like we ain’t gon hang up a cop 

like a plague  all in your lungs 
got you choking when I say

chorus: Na$tii
bitch get on the ground 
bitch get on the ground
bitch don’t don’t make a sound 
bitch don’t make a sound 

Verse 1: Na$tii
uh 
eyes black 
blacking out shit
but I still got the Mac 

packing that shit 
got no air in the bag 

sound like shots 
when I hit from the back 

bitch you all talk
and I ain’t with the front

I been a fiend 
I been up for a month 

crushing up white 
got it all in my blunt 

breath in the pump
leave yo ass in a slump 

more bodies , more ms, less talking, less friends , stay up out these trenches
once I get my dividends 

fucking killing myself just to get these Benjamins
cutting myself way to deep 
I’m tryna find the end

Get On The Ground - Jae Alaska X Na$tii Prod. Amertume

cover art by yours truly
produced by the amazing @0186

Lyrics : 

[NECROLYNN]

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out 

spill your guts on the floor it's too late now
when you look down the bore it's too late now
when my face stained with blood it's too late now
gotta fist full of gore it's too late now

they call me heart seeker, I am your fever
Bloodletter make it flow let you weaken
ain't no soul reaper I am your terror
Gagged & bound her it won't get better

nightmare ethereal
I am visceral
fade to oblivion
and delirium

[FENRIR]

Running through the six 
And i got your fucking bitch
I dont talk to no snitch 
Hope u leaving feeling sick 

Boy im selling bricks 
Boy u know i got dat stick 
You are acting like prick 
Load the pistol hear a click

Bursting through your fucking door 
Shooting out hit the floor
Talking shit u want some more 
I dont care you fucking whore

Swish and a flick vingardium leviosa
Harry potter shit boy im a fucking loner 

Firing bazooka 
Cat piss super soaker
Got u in my scope yuh 
Kill u make u float yuh

Got the money in the bag 
Now im running from the twelve 
Im about to give you hell 
Getting locked up in a cell 

Cut on my wrist 
Suicide make a hit 
Dead in a ditch 
I got Knives in my kit

Røykt meg dum 
E så ung 
E så tung 
Trenger bom

Men an bør være god for eg skal dele an med 2

Make that fucking pussy suffer 
Dump the body in the gutter 
Tired of this cookie cutters 
Cut their stomach like it butter
Magic fucking cock 
I got rocks in my sock 
Lack emotions like im spock 
Born in blood no i wont stop

Gotta watch out better get the guns out
Imma bust out the door, blow your brains out

GUNS OUT FT. FENRIR [PROD. 0186]

Ft. @mightbetoxic
Co produced with @luiscansino and Na$tii

First single off GULLY 

lyrics:

Verse 1: Na$tii
I think it’s time for the revival , pussies in denial 
hanging up the rats who like speak before the trial 
now we going tribal 
fuck all that compassion put a bullet in your idol
treat em like they rivals 
no survival , no exceptions 
hard to justify how all the greatest getting slept on
straightened up my spine cause I got tired of being stepped on 
we gon multiply we going virus like infection 
y’all cannot compete we coming from a new dimension 
send em to collections or we send morgue 
robbing all the shit I know I never could afford 
imma talk my shit but this red dot don’t mean record 
punish everybody while we racking up the score board 
warlord , duffels in the floor boards
wanna come inside then get a warrant little court whore 
I will not comply no more 
bitch y’all could never faze me 
say they life a movie 
imma shoot em like Scorsese 
better pay me
up that budget i don’t want yo to attention 
thats not to mention you not scary 
w sum threats in my  mentions 
and I don’t even wanna fight I got my bro for the weapon
I kick the jack and crush ya hand 
with an 8 cylinder engine 
I got a question tho 

Hook: Na$tii 
why you clown ass pussies wanna play w me?
why you down bad flexing w collection fees ?
face down why yo girl wanna be friends w me?
ion really need to hear it 
shit ain’t stressing me

Verse 2: @mightbetoxic

Fuck it i should let go 
World fulla dead Ppl 
Still make the rent tho 
Bodies fulla full needles 
Still feel the regret tho 
Pop shit let’s go full Beatles 
Fuck it i go full Hyde
Fuck u were are not equals 

I was always this way 
I was always like this 
U just saw somebody do it 
U was still a bright kid 
U couldda been a college student 
U was on the right path 
Couldda made somebody music 
Sound just like a white dad’s

Back to all this money tho 
I’m who brought the racks in 
I heard u on that funny dope 
And u brought all the rats in
Bag u up like groceries 
Then take u to the trash bins 
If u always fuckin felt this way
U shouldda said it back then 
Ashes to ashes 
U could take the scraps kid 
Rly how i get it dawg
U thought i was just rappin 
Work get my life right 
Can’t wait for shit to happen 
Cause fuck it u might die today 
Could u pay for ur casket?

Still up like the most high 
Fuck u i been dope sick 
Fuck u i been dead broke 
Fuck u i feel hopeless 

I feel all this shit still 
So Why i even smoke then?
Problems got the best of me 
Wonder what a ghost is
I took the the thread I’m hangin by 
Tied it as a rope and
Took my own life  
Shit I bet nobody notice 

Nobody stressin me 
left the bullshit in a 
Grave w the rest of me 
I guess it got the best of me

Yeah i guess it got the best of me
I’ll always be this way 
Even till the last breathe of me
I’m screaming fuck em all
Yeah everybody dead to me

Bridge: Na$tii
[ I think it’s time for the revival , pussies in denial 
hanging up the rats who like speak before the trial 
now we going tribal 
fuck all that compassion put a bullet in your idol
treat em like they rivals 
no survival ] chopped n screwed


Hook: Na$tii 
why you clown ass pussies wanna play w me?
why you down bad flexing w collection fees ?
face down why yo girl wanna be friends w me?
ion really need to hear it 
shit ain’t stressing me

Collection Fees Ft. Toxic Co-Prod. Cansino

Co Prod w @home_less go fw him

2nd single from GULLY , the next thing i drop will be GULLY

Lyrics:

fuck a nazi 
but we turn yo block to kristalnacht 
and imma dap these bitches
with a jack boot to they grave plot 
got an attitude lil big shot 
talking wild get a big shot 
I got homies that’ll clip ya  tie ya body in a big knot 
they  copy cats when I see my sons I turn to Saturn 
everybody got they motives  and to them you just a ladder 
why u asking me for shit I’m not a genie 
fuck alladin 
we gon hunt you in the daylight
catching prey like we was rabid 
not the same  
I always stood on my own 
yeah that’s ya girl but when shes out she never ask you to go 
she bad as fuck her body fire like Joan 
yeah you can keep on fucking talking  Imma show you all the shit that she had sent to my phone
I’m pissing on you bitches 
either urinal or porta-potty 
beat the pussy up 
she call it crane dick like It know karate 
u know everybody smell like bacon 
when u burn they body 
ill give you a chance if
u  still wrecking shawty 
I’m just playing dirty bitches not my speed
they prolly gimme lice
I’ll give u sum advice 
just quit while u behind im being nice 
they sweeping streets at night 
you hear a knock you better clean the site
if they can’t find receipts
the sentence gon be light
unless it’s white 
and I been going crazy 
locked inside of my head 
drugs got me thinking bout shit that 
I’d rather forget 
then again I know without it 
to myself I’m a threat 
I just hope I got enough to save my moms the expense 
they taxing heavy for the box 
and even more for me to have a spot 
it got me hot 
they sell us 
making money off the prison shops 
and they dont give a fuck they find another when the body drops
so when I see a cop 
that shit synonymous with fucking opp 
cut em like its surgical
 lucky u still vertical 
ping u like the radar 
does to nuclear submersibles 
and then electrocute like there’s a short across the terminals
knock your fucking top off 
turn an opp to a convertable

13 Copps Co-Prod. Homele$$

GULLY track 4 featuring @christdillinger

Produced by Na$tii @nastiitaxii and Venting Palace @ventingpalace

Mixed and Mastered by Na$tii

Lyrics:
verse 1: Na$tii 
ok you got me I’ll be honest
I came in for the crown
I don’t fuck with any honour 
burn the court ground 
ain’t no question fuck with law 
I watch a hog get hound 
stomp the fuck outta ya  jaw
whole block heard the sound 
fuck ya dollar fuck ya dreams
we in squalor you aint safe 
we just fighting for the scraps they done ran off with the plate 
greedy ate the fucking whole thang 
more bricks than Mojang
catch me posted on the porch
with all my brothers smoking propane 
 got no shame 
they be steady stealing from the no names
and get they got petty egos 
till we die we getting no fame 
like  cobain
or Kennedy 
 blow my fucking brain
and let Jacky wash her jacket 
maybe one day she’ll go change 
the enemies a deputy 
his office is the range 
 don’t want the pay penalty 
I need to get away 
atleast a good distraction 
smoking alcohol in vapours 
rolling backwoods by the thousands 
I ain’t never fucked w papers

I don’t need the fucking razor
I used to never let go
touching on my scars 
make her scream like she a Van Gogh 
I still hit the gym bitch u get pressed like a piano 
but if I’m gonna lose then shit I might just stick to ammo 
then hop back to the crib 
and roll up my problems in tobacco 
Brodie did his time
for pushing rocks like he backhoe
I kept my composure 
y’all be rattin ‘fore the bail post
and  I kept my composure 
y’all be rattin  ‘fore  the bail post

chorus: Na$tii
nah we ain’t stopping till the jail close
turn up in the pit 
like amazon deliver elbows 
we living in a hell hole 
but that’s just what it is 
and we been knowing this shit
since we was just a kid

we turn up in pit 
bloody up the fit 
and we ain’t got a fuck to give
we barely got the rent 
middle finger to the bishop
to the pigs and to the feds
wish they come get caught up in the mix

Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER

Chorus Repeats

Amazon Ft. CHRIST DILLINGER Co-Prod. Venting Palace

WELCOME TO THE VIOLENCE CLUB

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100 Freaks w/Cansino

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