SNUB NOSE W/ LVST [PROD. ILYAH]

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

Smack Talk (Ace Of Spades)

Produced by @wasbeatz
Art by @wasbeatz

Off the "Tape Memory" tape.

[LYRICS]

This is all that I care about.
Show me things that I wanna see.
Please give the the air that I fucking need.
You won't come at me with these empty arms.

Come at me, eat my fists.
I won't care about you forever and ever.
Come at me, eat my fists.
I won't care about you forever and ever.

The thing is I don't remember why I came here.
So can you tell me about you, why the fuck am I doing this.
I ain't time for this, I ain't time for shit.
There's people who waiting for me.
Some of these I can call them my family.

The thing is I don't remember why I came here.
So can you tell me about you, why the fuck am I doing this.
I ain't time for this, I ain't time for shit.
There's people who waiting for me.
Some of these I can call them my family.

WAKE UP WAKE UP.
ITS TIME TO LIVE UP.
TIME WASTING, TIME WASTING.
I ALWAYS HAVE TO FIX IT.
MY ONLY LIFE IS NOT FOR YOU.
THOSE WHO DESERVE IT HAVE ALREADY STOPED ASKING.
CALL ME DEVIL, CALL ME CHEAP.

I DON'T CARE A FKG BIT.
I DON'T CARE A FKG BIT.

CALL ME DEVIL, CALL ME CHEAP, I DON'T CARE A FKG BIT.
YOU DON'T HAVE MY FAME, YOU DONT HAVE MY PAIN.
IMMA KILL YOUR HOPES RIGHT NOW.

BLEHG

WAKE UP WAKE UP.
ITS TIME TO LIVE UP.
TIME WASTING, TIME WASTING.
I ALWAYS HAVE TO FIX IT.
MY ONLY LIFE IS NOT FOR YOU.
THOSE WHO DESERVE IT HAVE ALREADY STOPED ASKING.
CALL ME DEVIL, CALL ME CHEAP.

I DON'T CARE A FKG BIT.

CALL ME DEVIL, CALL ME CHEAP  [prod. ｗａｓ]

PROD. @KIRAWTHESAVIOR

FEATURING @DISTORTIONTHE1

COVER ART BY WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/LENFANT_/

[DEPTH STRIDA]

STOP THAT TALK
MOTHERFUCKER PULL UP WITH THAT GLOCK
OXYCODON FOR THE MENTAL BLOCK
I FEEL NO PAIN I THINK THAT I SLEEPWALK

BITCH IM MOVING PACKETS WITH SOME WEAPONS AROUND THE PLANET BITCH
STEEL STRAIGHT FROM DAMASCUS I GOT KNIVES THAT MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR SHIT
*censored*  SMG RIGHT ON HIS FUCKING HIP
DISGUISE LIKE A SOILDER YOU CANT SEE US, ITS A KILLING TRIP

NOW IM WHIPPING IN A LEXUS BITCH
NOW IM ALL ABOUT TO LOSE MY SHIT
SHOOT YOUR HEAD POP IT LIKE A CYST
FUCK BEING FRIENDLY IM SO FUCKIN PISSED

STRIDAWALKING ON YOUR FUCKING BITCH
YOU SMELL BAD SHE DONT WANT NO KISS
EVERY TRACK IMMA HYPE THIS SHIT
STRIDAWALKING ITS A BLISS

M9 ON MY WAIST AY
BACKSTAB TILL YOU DIE AY
STRIDA PURGING MAYDAY
TIME HAS COME ITS PAYDAY
I DONT GIVE A FUCK MATE
THIS GON BE A TOUGH DAY
I WILL FUCK YOU UP AY

STOP THAT TALK
MOTHERFUCKER PULL UP WITH THAT GLOCK
OXYCODON FOR THE MENTAL BLOCK
I FEEL NO PAIN I THINK THAT I SLEEPWALK

[LORD DISTORTION]

RED DOT GOD
I MIGHT RUN UP AND YOU
GET WET UP
DUMP THE AMMO HE A
BIG RED STUMP
WE GONNA PULL UP IN THE
BIG RED TRUCK

DISTORTION OF THAT ENTITY
YOUR FACE MIGHT MELT LIKE HELL ITSELF
IM COMING DOWN WITH MANY BEAMS WE WAVE THE GUNS THAT'S HEAVY ROUNDS

RUN AROUND, A HEADLESS CHICKEN PUMP IS GONNA LET HIM DOWN
GUN HIM DOWN, AND LET HIM GET UP AMMO LIKE A BED OF NAILS

BOY, LEAVE HIS GUTS RIPPED CUTTING OFF THE DEAD WEIGHT
YALL ARE ON SOME DUMB SHIT, BUSTING OFF THE LEAD PLATES
PULL UP IN A GUNSHIP, PULL UP IN A RED WRAIGHT
MEAN MAN LARGE STICKS. RUSHING TO HIS HEAD SPACE

HAVE HER WRIGGLE ON MY TENTACLE
I SIP THAT FUEL LIKE TEXACO
YOUR MINUSCULE, I'M KICKING YOU
GET HIT INTO A VEGETABLE

ATTRACTED TO THE LASER BEAM
ATTENTION BURN HIS FLESH APART
TRYPOHOPE GET FILLED WITH HOLES
THEY
LOOKING LIKE THE EXIT MARKS

[DEPTH STRIDA]

STOP THAT TALK
MOTHERFUCKER PULL UP WITH THAT GLOCK
OXYCODON FOR THE MENTAL BLOCK
I FEEL NO PAIN I THINK THAT I SLEEPWALK

SLEEPWALK

SLEEPWALK W/ LORD DISTORTION [PROD. KIRAW]

@biv


lyrics


what in the world has it happened to this 
and i feel like it’s stupid i’m pissing out shit 
from the bag the xanax i’m popping you bitch 
like who in the fuck are you speaking it with 
all those people you have in your circle 
not with the action you talking bout hurdles 
i’ve over come almost everything 
and hearing bout bitches and diamond rings

im bout to bust and aim at shit
bullets through almost everything 
y’all don’t look at subtle things 
only what everyone can bring 

i will go aim at every entrance 
popping with smoke like a bad intention 
all of you rappers are just infections 
learn your lesson four fake depression 
idiot stay out my fucking mentions 
you wanted this now you fucking get it 
selling your soul for a golden pendant 
bitch i’ll send it bitch i’ll send it 

YOU RUNNING WHAT GOT NO PULSE RUNNING FLAT 
ALL OF THEM SINGING THE WORDS IM IN FACT 
DYING IN CIRCLES I CUT ALL OF THAT 
WRIST WHAT I DRAG I  NO FUCKING LACK 


THE WORLD SPINNING SLOWER AS I FUCKING CHOKE 
I HOPE TO GOD THAT THE DEVIL GRABBED MY ROPE 
KICKING AND FLAILING IM SEEING MY ENDING ITS OVER AND OVER THE WALLS STARTED BENDING 
IM OPEN TO STARTING AGAIN BUT THERES NOTHING 
THE WORLD BECOMES DUST UNDERNEATH MY DEPRESSION 
HEARTS BEATING SLOWER AS I STARTED FENDING ALL FOR MYSELF WHAT GENIUS LESSON

@biv

Top class, any bitch with a flat ass,
Have this man feignin for the cat,
Pussy make this fucka runnin back,
Seems a fucka been cummin fast,
Pain misery, you feel that?
You expecting me to feel bad?
Below the belt, finna hit that,
Self respect get tossed back,
Don't be comin when she fall back,
Now's the time for the relapse,
Get out of pocket, get your jaw cracked,
Need a broad like a hole in the cap,
Thought maybe you would like that,
Ya body count been false facts,
Your life bluer than my ballsack,

If I take it back, attach, she throw it back,
Now that's a fact, to pass ya act, there's no attatch, and further more we notice that, you think you slick, you hold my jack, you hold my pack, my nuts in fact, I busted in and out just like the trap,
I got my smile like mask,

Fuckas gone get it poppin,
Dick swingin man, that shit knockin,
6 inches got ya bitch rockin,
Fuck the profit, I don't share pockets,
Call it what you want it, call it like I got it,
I see talk, but the walk is silent,
The walk is silent

Say what you need,
I'm just speaking peace,
Supreme class, 
I claim fuckery

Can't trust ya face, you place ya case, and blame the way you think, and what the people say, you dug ya grave, and can't escape, ya fold ya ways, don't come around, this ain't ya place, you waste of space, a mothafucka wanna play these games,

Take that bitch on a getaway,
Bitches pussy like a giveaway,
Brother man, do the runnin man,
Spend a 100 bands, if the bitch will stay,
We ain't never gonna be the same,
Another level like we Escalade, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh

You finna ghost that's fine now, yuh 
Had my brothers since 09, yuh
Never been trippin when it's go time, yuh
Only time you score, when it's foul line, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh

I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN YOU (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. BIV]

Featuring @distortionthe1
Produced by @wasbeatz
Art by @wasbeatz

[LYRICS]

(MUGXTSU)
Mind your things and don't disturb me, I don't wanna play.
Mind your things and don't bother me, I can't bear anymore.

I can't bear anymore.

Running through the walls, destroying every single part.
Give me everything, Give me everthing.

You understand why I fkg hate you.
You comprehend how I will end you.

There's no game anymore, only suffering.
You thought you were gonna clutch,
You thought you were gonna win ?

Checkmate, you always were,
Dead meat, you'll always be.

(LORD DISTORTION)
Devil 
Punching in 
Your never 
One to live 
Except your done 
With everyone a witness 
Several guns 
And hella 
Fucking bitches

freestyle

On god You dont want smoke 
Shove him with the snub nose 
Boutta get his body snatched
And dropped around the mungrove 

 I promise you wint make it 
Bitch  your acting  fake shit
Gonna need to face it 
Cut in call it stainless 

Dont forget bitch 
Open wound flap 
Walking in and 
exposing all this 

Let that head spin
Revolve that knoggin 
Give that head lick 
The balls and fall in 

Look here listen 
This submission 
Kick ur shit in 
In a minute 
Get the bacon 
Lick the plate 
Your in a race 
To get erased bitch 

freestyle

(MUGXTSU)
There's no game anymore, only suffering.
You thought you were gonna clutch,
You thought you were gonna win ?

(THE GANG)
NO FUCKING WAY
Acting reckless take no caution 
NO FUCKING WAY
Head stay spinning gonna vomit 
YOU'RE DECAYING
Bitch I got no sense of sorrow 
YOU'RE DECAYING
Found at the end of the bottle

YUNG DECAY (feat. LORD DISTORTION) [prod. ｗａｓ]

GULLY track 8 featuring @danielsgone @kidsmile

Produced by Na$tii @nastiitaxii and daniels gone @danielsgone

Mixed and Mastered by Na$tii

Lyrics:

Verse 1: Na$tii
I got  iguana skin all on my dick
hop in the sauna and burn off your skin
scraping the plate to remove all the skim
spin out the block like a bomb in Berlin
never winning cause i got convinced of the sin 
no religion can match when my balls her hit chin 
no  co defendant the case looking grim 
60 part minute like marks on my skin
I’m no different that liquid 
cause I swirl around at the base of the bin 
i got arachnids and squid
covered acid in piss
I went bat shit from staying inside while my split
personalities fucking like rats in a pit 
fuck like we stuck in the mist
fuck the all alien shit 
maybe they really  exist 
they can spin on the end of my fist 
what’s the time with no watch on my wrist 
who got the time if the clock got no face 
put my all ashes insude the vase
make sure you give it a taste 
and engrave all the shit I fucked up
all the pain I misplaced
better behave or the preacher 
will set you a blaze 
pyrotechnition the holiest praise  
push start ignition to speed up decay
smoke on emissions  outside the cafe
please do the dishes the food turning grey 
I wanna body the state I wanna body the pigs
I wanna dig up yard I wanna cradle the grave 
cutting the palm of my hand marking my path in the maze

Verse 2: Daniels gone
im marking the city in mace
destruct on my mind you can see in my face
threw out my shoes ive thinking too much bout the lace 
and how i could tie up and hang

sick of the place
im sick of my space 
and im sick of these bodies of waste
bitch i’ll leave without trace
trust me i wont hurt nobody unless you get up in my way

i dont feel it today
people they stuck in they ways
and then still have the nerve to complain
and im done with that trait
always hoping for the worst
its a curse
i dont control my brain

its a whole different day
i should stop worrying 
dirtying all of my lobes
with the oils
thats burning it off
dont give a fuck bout the cost
im not too empathetic of yall

cus im done with the calls
tired of begging for help
when i dont wanna go through withdrawals 
im relapsing on cuts
i just be thinking too much
i need something to calm all the fronts
i know i ain’t enough 
so why the fuck do i keep trying
when i could just stand down and crawl
i just cant take it all 
too much shit pile at once, and for once im not taking the fall
Verse 3: 7xvn

Gutted Ft. Daniels Gone & 7xvn Co-Prod. Daniels Gone

GULLY track 6 featuring @home_less

Produced by Na$tii @nastiitaxii and Homele$$ @home_less

Mixed and Mastered by Na$tii

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
fry a snitch out w the burner guess I gave that rat a tooly
of course its still a pig if its off duty
rappers ain’t do shit unless u poppin guess they all turned into groupies 
13k I guess yo life a movie 
my shit steady moving like a welter weight 
shatter and some powder on my dinner plate
I did this myself all you did was fucking delegate 
you put on the vest don’t look at my when that shit detonate 
labels wanna penetrate you ain’t got shit  to celebrate 
hold that tongue unless u want that shit removed 
I ain’t into flexing cause I ain’t got shit to prove
all you rude pissy bitches got no bread just attitudes 
jumping out the plane no parachute 
you ain’t going home lil pussy ain’t no magic in them shoes 
better duck when I start knocking for the goose
middle finger to rules
to the judges
to the court and to the ghouls
funding prisons while there’s lead up in the schools
pre k huffin on them fumes 

Hook: Na$tii
after we grind it we gon mix it 
split it and divide it
making lines we going fishing 
we ain’t gonna knock 
we touring houses like they listed
hear the gavel knock
plaintiff acquired 
x2 

Verse 2:

blast at the fitted 
poke holes in that cap
I know mans get indicted from
details in rap
got that meat from bone 
all my dogs want a scrap 
no emp
I’ll find you off the map 
man this shit aint subliminal 
homie relax
cut the umbilical 
bitch u attached 
you stay dropping  Ls cause u stuck in a chat
stick like a Barbie but this shit go brat

brains on the wall that’s sum mind reader shit 
walking in  circles that blind leader shit
you do music for clout bro I’m begging you quit 
Louis 13 how I’m doing the whip 
sick I might spit up
grip got a hiccup
bitch u mark  twist you up like a Phillip 
bitch you a square aiming south till u dancing
flexing a loan bitch put down the advances

Hook Chopped

Plaintiff 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

LOCAL HEROIN

UGLY UGLY UGLY

Amazon Ft. CHRIST DILLINGER Co-Prod. Venting Palace

GULLYSPIT

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