btw groźny means dengerous in Polish language

Grozny means dangerous, but is also a city in Russia; where in Russia, I have no idea.

prod @triplesixdelete
mix/master lord gasp

Lord Gasp & Outsiderx - Torches

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

**Lyrics**

(2019 DAEGHO)
Okay My blade 
Go through ya face 
No face case 
Today, I’ll put you in the past 
And your future I’ll fucking take 
Drinking Sambuca I’m faded like Boosie 
My Vision stay blurry, I’m fuelled by this fury 
My Air Force 1’s to ya jaw bitch imma boot it 
My Air Force 1’s to ya jaw bitch imma boot it 
We gon’ make yo body look like it was chewed up 
Comin’ for you in yo sleep like Freddy Krueger 
TMNT boy will look like a mutant 
Leave him to rot in a motherfuckin sewer 
Guts oozing out his body like some noodles 
Leaving no witnesses, kill the accusers 
Eu sou rápido como um puma você é lento como uma tartaruga 
Cut off your tongue 
You will get muted, sh sh 
Bussin these shots 
Leave your top roofless 
Cut off your tongue 
You will get muted, sh sh 
Bussin these shots Leave your top roofless


(2022 NIKKO)
 Boy don't say shit 
(Shutup!) 
Cause you could get it up
Diamonds they cold like the winter
The fate of your world in my fingertip
RIP 
RIP  
I been on the road 
GANG DEEP, just like a bottomless hole
Dirty for the low 
Slap white! just like im slapping these hoes 
M-E-A-T can't wait to meat her  
Boy my dick a remote the way it mute her feeder 
Whole game all tight i had to up the features 
Lil rap niggas my sons I have to teach em 
How to walk up in this bitch 
By your dolo and still make a ticket 
Make a check, right out to this dick!
Boy I need respect!
Need admission but don't need permission boy im really next!

M*TED

M*TED (2019//2022 wintertide reboot)- DAEGHO x NIKKO

Stealth

Lyrics:

Sometimes 
I sit and wish that I could die
Blurry vision in my eyes 
Contemplating suicide 

Found one reason why I’m livin
Wen I gaze into my sons eyes
I owe this kid the world 
Protect and serve until the dust bites

Think back 
Wen did the bullshit all start 
My mother hates cuz her father brainwashed my whole heart 

Her ex was touchin me shit 
While I was just a young kid 
I promised that I’ll slit his throat 
If I see em again 

There ain’t no chance in hell
I’m goin out without a fight 
The reason for my addiction 
To that coke and meth pipes

I’ll never dream again 
Cuz all of my dreams been broke
Robbed of my innocence 
Damn why is my heart so cold 

If you could see the shit I went through 
Maybe you would understand 
As I strike this cigarette 
And think I’m less than a man 

No father figure 
Just another Nigga to step on my dreams
Tell me what I can and can’t do
 Because he can’t do things 

Gettin the shit kicked up out you 
Cuz you make some mistakes 
Forever shittin on me hard
Because I have my dad’s face 

You must’ve really hate the dude 
Do you hate my son too 
Because he looks and acts and breaths 
Just the way that I do 

We only human
Why the fucc you tryna break me down hard 
I already duck and dodge the bullets 
That land in our yard 

Southside menace
That’s what this world created 
Six deep or in a cage was the bed that I lay in 

Ain’t no hope for me 
With the cards I was dealt 
Since I was young the only place I ever knew was called hell 

Fucc that
I rather die than live life 
Because my grandma always told me afterlife 
comes paradise 

So I think and sit with this chrome 45 
Weight of the World on my shoulders 
Wishin I could just die 

Open up the heavens gate
And lord please let me inside 

Am I forgiven for my sins 
Should I repent and then cry?

Fucc1994 (Prod. Kivnti)

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
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

WATCHLIST CERTIFIED

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

Mouth

Rough ft. Murda2x

Produced By Ned Bundy

Smoke fills my lungs and then it fills the room 
I'm blazing like inferno all i push is doom
my fingertips are coated in the sticky residue 
with my blunt burning from midnight to high noon 
I love to smell a ganja plant knowing it will harness buds 
sticky green rituals 
that it'll get me high as fuck
pour the water into soil like a blessing a satanic  druid 
my eyes are red as fire from the lighter 
avid drug user
Feeling so nice on ice
Let my organs the price
I'm a Devil when i fuck 
and a Devil when i fight 
i am mother fucking drugs 
suck my dick and get high. 
from all areas of code
im trippin out in 505
undercover on the block
I see him ridin by 
i see the future all of times
bloodshot third eye
sending smoke signals from my house 
spiral to the sky 
Pullin up movin thangs so i can have a nice life
They call me nedward scissorhands 
who got the best trimmers  
a pile of drugs up on the table and it's all for dinner
I don't fuck with uppers & downers but sometimes i let them enter
my system like I'm hunter S thompson on the printer  
light a cocaine dunhill don't need no fuckin air i am deceased
my lungs are black like my like my heart buried underground beneath
roasting in pit roast in the streets  
mental feast
im preparin getting fit for the freeze
Thinkin that you slick and i wont care if your a thief 
Its gon get lit like the barrel on my piece

Ned Bundy - Afternoon Substance

SHOUTOUT FUCKING PCP

https://soundcloud.com/chrystallinepowder

prod. me 

i take my time w a cigeratte
been so bad with words lately that im concerned for my intelect
getting lost in the disconnect
do you mind if interject
rip my heart right out my chest and let me live as a sillouhete

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

my head hurts and im feelin this fuckin withdrawl
pins and needles feel my skin and its startin to crawl
hittin feet but i keep trippin i think that ill fall
kill my feelings im so sick of it all

im sorry psycho roots have built my roof
but im so far from you i cant know what to do
they told me fucking everything i always knew
so ima kill my voice and sing w .22s

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

life sucks
give no fucks
squash my brain with sand jugs
dare you one more fucking time to ask me why im acting up
daddy disappointed with my actions 
dont know what to say like fuck im sorry blah blah blah blah
brain imbalance kill me now bitch 

numbing myself down enough 
my stomachs full of cabernet
that rope and you a perfect pair
like screaming through a vocal tear

oh pcp sound edgy now
shut up brat ill pour epoxy down your throat
murder she wrote i gloat
as i leave you to rot

spotify

KILL MY FEELINGS W/ PCP

WE ARE THE DIRT WE ARE THE MORBID WE ARE THE HURT NO CAP GET TURNT

(Riff by JINNKILLZ)

Grozny

GULLYSPIT

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