Cant go a day without listening to this song one of my favorites🪖👹how did u get ur vocals like this? It sounds fucking sick

Isolation

fed my gold fish LSD now he a trap god 

(LYRICS BIIITCH)
Ima get my lick so just back sit back it’s a DeadWorld ima ball
Break like Kit Kat no I ain’t did it they be sweet and all
Waste of space like a nick nack get that ain’t no use at all
Did that spin back got that kick back when I’m popping off

What are trying do do
Watch who talking too
Dog like I’m Marmaduke
Don’t wanna call a truce
Choppa know ima shoot
Really just been a goof
Trying do something new
Until they let my demon through
Jack Sparrow better give that loot
Shut yo mouth or you’re eating my boot
Flame in the building I burnt the stu
I did nothing just do what I do
Talk on web swear I wanna come do
Can’t waste ammo on bum like you
Can’t waste ammo on bum like you

Ima get my lick so just back sit back it’s a DeadWorld ima ball
Break like Kit Kat no I ain’t did it they be sweet and all
Waste of space like a nick nack get that ain’t no use at all
Did that spin back got that kick back when I’m popping off

I’m in the swamps like a creep
Feeling froggy better leap
But know my team is gonna eat
So know that nothings stopping me except the obstacles in me
Except the obstacles in me
I ain’t looking approval I ain’t trying to
Compete
I just want a bit of land and eat some apples off a tree
But I came up in the city where that really couldn’t be
Man I used be good kid until met the streets
Steady taxing no relaxing man I really had to eat
Cuz I really had to eat
Feeling froggy better leap bitch
Feeling froggy better leap bitch

I GOT MY LICK BACK

ON & ON

iNSANE_1751!+ by DOOMSLAYER x ERIC NORTH (@ericnorth)
produced by PULSE
mixed & mastered by DOOMSLAYER & ERIC NORTH (I know it's mixed like dog shit lmao)
art by- @shibitobans

lyrics:
(eric north hook)

(DOOMSLAYER verse)
hol' up,
bitch i blow up like a hand grenade
riot angels booted off that secondhand serenade.
now wait, 
yo bitch she wanna leave wit me, i heard she wanna be wit me, she wanted to believe in me (aye!)

but i'm a motherfucking demon! (yuh!)
straight up outta hell, i am the one you should be fearin! (yuh!)

"papi lemme be wit ya",
who you callin' "papi", huh?
ion even get it up,
i can't fuckin be wit yaaaa

causin terror like i'm isis
bodies full of mitis [s/o fl.vco]
whole state in a crisis
infected with the virus.
they say that i'm insane,
i cannot feel my brain
zooted of the cocaine,
ion know what's real mane.

i can't even fuckin take it now,
the voices in my head sayin "kill off everyone around!"
"i hate this whole fuckin town! everythin that it surrounds!"
every last fucker 6ft, buried in the ground!

(eric north hook)

DOOMSLAYER x ERiC NORTH- iNSANE_1751+! {prod. PULSE}

RAID

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

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$$

REFUSE TO BELIEVE [PROD. VEGARD]

GULLY track 5 featuring  @lilbambino @c3of and @dkoolpharaoh

Produced, mixed and mastered by Na$tii @nastiitaxii

Lyrics Soon:

Verse 1: Na$tii
eye of the storm you get that parasite torn open
the waters getting warm so I brewed up a cold potion
terror units blow they hand off when ammo jam
I need a key to prove that all of my pianos grand
u gotta see the move or u not gonna understand 
they got they sheets removed  but that dont mean we killed klan
we torture pigs  and say we playing 
dont the fucking stand 
reasoning is sterile 
see the devil in  that army man 
i might start up an only fans my revenue go double up 
cause all i see is ppl  steady grabbing on my fucking nuts 
the cup is made deluxe they fill it automatic
powder on the rug it’s generating static 
the manic in my system makes me frantic with victim
man I know I should tied em up 
I really thought he'd listen 
everything will glisten
you just gotta open wide
skin you like a rabbit make a jacket out ya fucking hide 
no reply ain’t got a second to waste
going straight for her waste 
leave her guts rearranged 
ain’t do shit for the fame 
give a fuck if u gon notice me 
I’m just tryna pay my fucking rent and stock the groceries
like my bitches crazy anal play with opal rosaries
water whipping thought I might’ve heard a oceans breeze
tryna tax me imma dump the tea 
up that heavy metal and I’ll send you where the sirens sleep

Verse 2: bambam
Gully keep em guessing got some new shit always brewing
Lames stuck in their ways being bummy and still losing
Cruising
Getting to the bag and we’re starting up a movement 
What you doing
Being stupid acting up off xannies passed out drooling, 
Nastii go off on the beat got my dumb ass really grooving
On some demon attitude you know that I aint human
Thought process in my brain always looping
Need the bag
I get to looting
Can’t be staying still you gotta get to moving,
You children are my sons 
Behave yourself 
You fucking students 
The chosen ones and it’s proven, 
Turn the scene up into ruin
Making evil demon shit bout killing shit and shooting,
Yet these bitches hit me up saying that my voice is soothing
Shut your fucking mouth with what you’re saying what you spewing
Remember I was nothing efforts paying off now they swooning, 
Lying and they using
Aint nothing to it 
How you gonna phase me when I already been through it

Verse 3: Papa Sleep
Caught the devil on the television
Two piece suit tell me he can give me everything I ever wanted
Tell me grab the piece 
Buy 2 get 1 free
Rot inside my mind until im throwing rubble at the sight of swine 
Prize winning pig badge of honor
Push us all around with batons
End up as some deli meat another goner
Swear to God I'm past the point of having any straws
My therapist tell me that I got a problem with authority
I cant bear the thought of red and blue
Dead to the world blowing bubbles in my coffin
Hit my head on rock bottom in a bottomless pit
Please dont bother me unless you wanna end up as a human ottoman

Verse 4: Dkoolpharaoh
Let me spit the difference between me and all these niggas im the anti-hero villain that bring the thrillers who hanged with Coke dealers who kick with gut spillers who rides in low riders to seek out cold spirits aye foe you hear me aye where the villain side of you nigga I want your stories to feel my greed or catch this purge nigga I got that gut burna but ion really want to up it cause if I hole you I’ll turn you to a muppet I hang with devils that be ripping pricks quick like fuck it 
And if they catch a sentence then they’ll live but you couldn’t huh get it and if you don’t we’ll send it all it takes is a couple of hollow rounds to get your heads beheaded dice him up how we fed it turn to pasta by leaded and we use your blood to make some art as we post it up on reddit and you won’t even want to struggle it’s greed money we do anything for the hustle

Mandrill Cypher Ft. Bambam, & Papa Sleep, & DkoolPharaoh

GULLY track 1 featuring @jonlemonsucks and @jaealaska

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Na$tii  @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics:
intro: Na$tii
just cause you speak bout it
don’t mean it’s real life in this bitch 
can’t have no real life when u rich 
if  it get real tight they  switch 
can’t have no weak round me 
 they got real snakes up in this bitch 
the price of a life more than a grip
can u sleep after this shit 

Verse 1: Na$tii
I know I ain’t got shit to lose
desperation makes you smart 
but if u ain’t got shit to prove 
ud be better off a mark 
iron fist like I’m a stark 
iron lungs to lion hearts 
catch him slipping at the light 
caught em plates from past the park 

they smell the blood all in the water 
now yo circle full of sharks 
every pig was made for slaughter 
we just here to play our part 
and this music shit a hustle
no one cares about the art 
make em fucking hate u
 and theyll run you up these charts 

if u ain’t that good at aiming
better put down all em darts 
yeah the seven make u dance
put 13 up on yo card 
ego all the way on Pluto then you dead before you start
pushing weight we call it sumo just don’t let em past yo guard 

I won’t let em out the yard
got a tendency to bite
got a legacy of spite
got em pinging like a radar
send em up there like a kite
we gon slide thru like the fader 
now u playing with yo life 
better make the payment right

Hook: Na$tii
brain damaging 
bitch we leave panicking 
stepping to the set 
leave stiff just like mannequin 
bitch move out the way
when u see us like an ambulance 
u was talking tough
now u see us and u rambling

Verse 2: Jon Lemon
Flip that bitch like sumo 
Ring around around like Saturn while I’m sitting up on Pluto 
Magic carpet like Aladdin
Blue genie in a baggie
Blue denims still saggin
Brain damage from this magnum 
Cerebellum stay hanging 
hang em off da roof 
He lay slain in the coupe 
Riding 
We ain’t talk about it till one of the crew find em 
I’m in the function like it’s 2002 wylin 
He said he really need a pick up I’m like who drivin

Gratefully dead
Steal yo face off yo head q
Take my faith from the rest 
Take a break from the meds 
Had to say what I said
Had to testable my head 
Try to Break from these chains 
And keep the pace in my step
You stay laid wit da snakes no mistakes in what I said  
Save yo breath homie 
if you aint tryna make amends just break the bread homie
or just save it for your dead homies

Verse 3: Jae Alaska 
It’s the, master of mind tricks 
Practicing hydroponics 
Look it’s the weed grower 
Something like leaf blower 
The engine that I been powering 
Finna leave em all clamoring 
Boa constrict like bandolyn 
Permanent how we damaging 
Sit back n let me demonstrate
I swept the floor with you featherweights 
I never hesitate
Just finding reasons I should detonate 
Let’s get it straight 
I’m smoking just to elevate
I’m up there with the angels cause my pack will make you levitate 
How you manage this is what they asked me
First rule is never ask me
This wasn’t A, C, had to go and follow plan B 
Abort mission 
I leave the ground finished 
Your crew get diminished just from how I form a sentence 
Don’t you sense this?
Ice god wit the blueprints?
Lay it down and plan it
Seeds I got em planted 
All this ice I went ahead and birthed my own planet 
Top of list 
I’m the ice god embodiment
Its brain damage 
Talking what you will but never do it 
I just zoom right passed these niggas take the walk right out their movement 
Brain damage 
All the ignorance got you bleeding bliss
Let’s see how that’s lasting when you betting all you’re chips
Brain damage 
All that sneak dissing need to stop it 
When I get inside your head I make your mental run it’s pockets
Brain damage
Smoke so much I got brain damage 
Ain’t no ending me the definition of a legacy, bitch

Brain Damage Ft. Jon Lemon & Jae Alaska

BUSINESS ECONOMY (feat. Odiato, Saliva Grey, Badkidmizu & Dubich)

WELCOME TO THE VIOLENCE CLUB

LOCAL HEROIN

UGLY UGLY UGLY

13 Copps Co-Prod. Homele$$

GULLYSPIT

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