Boring

Track 3 of SMILE RED DEVIL
Vocals by @gullyspit and @jaealaska
Production by gullyspit


Chorus: @gullyspit
no applause 
we ain’t even really started
pulling up the curtain now I’m turning to a target 
got my 45 
turning Jackson to a Pollock 
I ain’t having fun if it ain’t a little toxic
putting chronic in my backwoods
we been moving backwards
UG rappers girl still getting carded
it’s that 
dearly departed 
new suit in a casket
waiting for the violence 
setting fire to mansions

Verse 1: @gullyspit
Forbes list getting turned to the past tense
everybody talking bitch I’m waiting for that action 
imitation never get the same reaction 
gully ain’t a person he is just a piece of fashion 
the devil in the same old suit 
no David this Goliath got a combat boot
seeing ghosts around the corner like turn of the screw
need a new pig pen for the boys in blue 
I had my worst day ever, where the drugs at?
pushing through this paper like a motherfucking thumbtack
watch you stutter for a comeback
they aint never gonna come back
spinning till I’m sick of feeling sickness 
got guns up on my wish list 
feel the violence in yo body like a sickness
been a lot but never been a witness
i ain’t saying nothing piggy go about your business

Chorus

Verse 2: @jaealaska
My mental melting like Dali
Don’t know what got inside me
Unless it was psilocybin 
You better know what you started 
I hit em from every angle while dangling off the target 
Fade away like an echo 
Put you under like metro 
So it’s back to the basics 
Summon the devastation
You could ready the table the garnish in preparation 
Smoking on something something 
That burn away concentration 
“Yo gully open the window it’s starting to smell like bacon” 
Ever through the vapors you could tell just that I’m capably 
Giving you a dozen out the oven like a bakery 
Walked along a narrow path and look at where it’s taken me 
Never one to settle my worst enemy complacency 
Enough of the shit I’ve had it 
It’s tragic the way they acting 
You not apart of the faction 
I don’t believe in you bastards 
I splatter and get to bashing 
And breathing fire like dragons 
They brain controlling the system 
The bullets follow like Manson

Bridge: @jaealaska
I’m, hanging desolate 
High and I’m burning elegant 
Feeling my soul ascend til I’m disconnected irrelevant 
Just by the measurement 
Eyes resemble the sediment 
See you lacking the deficit 
Now that death looking eminent

Chorus

Pollock w/ Jae Alaska

Memory (Prod. By Azrael & Biv)

[Intro]
Shadows claw the veil tonight, fiends slither from the rift
Pumpkins bleed, the air tastes thick with sulfur and a whiff
Of brimstone breath on your neck—yeah, that's the kiss of doom
Creep in closer, mortal fool, your pulse is our perfume

[Verse 1]
In the gloam where willows weep ichor from their veins
Ghouls guffaw at graveyards, gnawing on your chains
Fractured femurs fuel the feast, splintered spines as stakes
We exhume your execrable essence, leave you in our wakes
Eviscerate the echoes of your ego's brittle boast
Phantom phalanx forms, we flense the flesh from every ghost
Ravenous revenants ravage the repose you crave
Rend the rind of reality, no savior left to save
Double-dipped in dread, your dreadlocks drip with dew of death
We weave a web of woe, where every whisper's your last breath

[Chorus]
This is the night the knaves kneel, nematodes in the nightshade
Where the wicked whisper woes, and the weary world unmade
Knives in the fog, carving cadavers from the crowd
Scream if you dare, but the silence screams louder, shroud on shroud
(Yeah, we feast on the fear, tear the tear from your eye
Pumpkin grins wider, as the reaper replies)

[Interlude]
[Pause for effect: faint chains rattle, distant howls fade in]
Heh, thought it was candy? Nah, that's confectioner's cyanide
Swallow the sweet, choke on the spite—now the real ride

[Verse 2]
Lurking in the lamplight's lie, where lanterns leer with lies
Lycanthropes lacerate the lunar lullabies
Your jugular's a juggernaut of joy for our jaws
We jaw at your jugular, till the juggernaut withdraws
Necrotic nectar from your nerves, we nectarize the night
Nihilistic nectarines, bursting with blight
Impale the impetuous, their impudence ignites
The inferno in our irises, incinerating sights
Feral fiends foment the frenzy, flay the flimsy facade
Fomenting a fiasco of flesh, forgotten by the gods

[Bridge]
Skull-splitter spits, splitting the split in your spirit's seam
Spectral schemers scheme supreme, supreme in the scream
We scheme to steamroll your semblance, semblance to ash
Dash your delusions in a deluge of gash
Gash the glamour, hammer the hollowed-out heart
Start the slaughter symphony, tearing worlds apart

[Verse 3]
Beneath the boughs that bow to banshees' bans
We brandish barbs from barrow-mounds, banish your plans
Your pancreas a plaything, punctured for the thrill
Thrill of the spill, still warm on the sill
Vampiric virtuosos vamp on veins voluptuous
Voluminous voids voraciously voluptuous
Quell the quivering quintessence, quintessence quenched in quarts
Quarts of quintupled quagmire, quaking your quartz
Core of corruption, we corrupt the curate's creed
Creed of the craven, creaking under crepe

[Chorus Variation]
This is the rift where the reprobates revel, revel in the rot
Reprobates reaping the reek from your plot
Knives in the mist, misting the marrow from bone
Groan if you must, but the groan's overthrown
(Feast on the frenzy, frenzy feeds the fiend
Leering lanterns laugh, as the lost convene)

[Verse 4]
Wraiths writhe in the withering wind, windlass of woe
Woe-weaving warlocks warp the warp and woof
Your woof a wisp, we wisecrack with the whetstone's wheeze
Wheeze out your will, till the whetstone appeases
Malign marauders maul the mausoleum's maw
Maw munching on the meager marrow you draw
Draw down the darkness, douse the dregs in dreck
Dreck of the damned, damning the deck
Stacked against you, aces of abyss
Abyssal acrostics, acing your dismiss

[Outro]
Now the knell knifes the knee-jerk night, nightshade's nadir nears
Nears the nadir of your nerves, nerves frayed to fears
Fears fermented in the fetid fog, fog folding you in
In the ink of the infinite, where the ending begins
[End with a cackle, vinyl scratch fade]

Scream If You Dare

FOR REAL

Lorn - Sega Sunset (Full Guitar Cover)

BUY OVERPOWER VOL. 2

No Limit

Loose Lips (feat. gullyspit)

Lorn & Padre - SEGA SUNSET

Are we having fun yet?
Produced by: @obssscure
Lyrics:
I Handle suppressors that man gonna enter
He slip out the cut put that Hand in the blender
We Gonna pop out we demanding an answer
To nothing compliance becoming my standard

Lil ways
I got all these shits to make
Bitch I fuck around she giving top while on the interstate
I'm about to eat from all the items on your dinner plate
Now I'm feeling hungry mother fucker gonna slip away

Now I got bugs
Now I got slugs
He was just talking but now he be done
I dont need love
I dont need drugs
I just need homie to shut the fuck up

Like why is he speaking hes spoken enough
Boy get a beating like he be a drum
Broke the machine and we taking the sum
Like What is he pulling we put on the gloves

We gon dump his weight off
Make the rounds and break off
Put the pressure on a leech
And we cut the snake off

Dont get caught in the cross hairs uhh
pull up bitch and it's all air uhh
So much grind that it's not fair uhh
Up on your house and we stop there uhh

Say that your homies all brought they guns
Dont see shit
Cept your all scared fuck
Bitch wanna see you prepared for none
No witness gonna tell no one

SUPPRESSOR [PROD. OBSCURE]

STILL BALLIN'

INSTAGRAM @xlillucifer
produced by @longlostzim
ft. @deadbeatvillains
'LYRICS'
"lil lucifer"
fuck a hoe 
we got dirty poles 
and we got 30 rolled 
run in this bitch
with my fuckin blik
let me show you how to get rich quick
jump in this bitch
she gone suck my dick no matter what time it is
boi fuck yo shit
we already know you just a little bitch

"DEADBEATVILLAIN"
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'

"lil lucifer"
you cant help me
im wicho bitch she wanna take a selfie
that fake persona you pushin 
swear to god that shit aint healthy
im mixin LSD up in the kitchen fuckin melting
this shit around my wrist my fuck around and make yo bitch start ***
fuck a hoe 
we got dirty poles 
and we got 30 rolled 
run in this bitch
with my fuckin blik
let me show you how to get rich quick
jump in this bitch
she gone suck my dick no matter what time it is
boi fuck yo shit
we already know you just a little bitch

"DEADBEATVILLAIN"
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'
green all in my splif 'im healthy'
grip inside my whip 'dont tempt me'
diamonds on my wrist 'im wealthy'
shutcho mouth up bitch ' you cant help me'

itunes

RUN IN THIS BITCH FT. DEADBEATVILLAIN (PROD. LONGLOST)

Waiting in a situation is sometimes the best option.
prod. @zeer0xx

Lyrics:
Take away the message that you pussies gonna wanna here
Got me feeling weak that extra credit don't mean nothing here
Reaching for that cannon
After downing me a couple beers
Resolve his fucking issue if he talking we ain't wanna hear

These Spoiled brats
Lurking in my feed
To fucking steal my bag
Really sad
Make yourself a target
Just to take it back

Really trash
Huffin on tha glue from out the paper bag
Face is trashed
Brain up in the freezer like he paid the lab

Cryo ass
Ice inside his head and not his face or hand
Faking flash
see that shit is deeper than he make it act

Okay yeah

Push up
Hit like a school bus
Fuck with my set
We get fresh
Like a new cut

If he wanna bet
we gon clip
like a coupon

New fucking flow
we ain't worried bout a used one

Breaking up the path ain't been feeling shit since last time
Flesh is feeling flaky I can peel it from my back right
Lots of fucking evidence they turning on the black light
Lacking in the cut he getting put inside a bag, tight

OKAY YEAH [PROD. ZEEROXX]

GULLY track 9 featuring @istasha and @auxking

Produced, mixed and mastered by Na$tii @nastiitaxii

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Na$tii
I’m in your pocket pot of greed
just how it’s got to be 
it ain’t no different 
than these doctors 
at these pharmacy
it ain’t addiction 
this is orchestrated policy 
talking visions of a future 
where the boot is not just 
stomping out our will to breath 
and 
I can speak it honestly 
it doesn’t matter
middle finger to police 
2 warning shots 
then we scatter 
I beleive we need a leader 
y’all are happy w a master 
when you shoot em my advice is either stomach or the bladder 

you bum ass little actors know you copy the script
when that gun sounds  it’ll separate the sharks from the shrimp 
you come at any one of us we gonna clap till u limp 
throw ya body in Styx all that I feel is contempt 

Chorus: Na$tii
shit I must ask 
forest why you run fast?
forest why you got all those prescriptions 
from the drug lab ?
forest why they saying that you stupid 
 front the whole class 
they don’t know we always gon be running 
and they hate that you can run fast 
x2 

Verse 2: Na$tii
double up the bag
and hit with the vaseline
the mini pigs well never tag it 
slipping through security 
never picky but for drugs i need the purity 
never wrap it but can’t have another mouth to feed
honestly its getting pretty cheap to pay the tweaker fee 
I tell em place the burner 
right beneath the tank of gasoline 
blowing out the window screen 
member smoking pounds of green 
and sippin in the kitchen as we 
ashing in the fucking sink 
rick moranis looking ass 
go find a kid to shrink 
when you pull the trigger 
pay attention not to  fucking blink 
shawty want a ring 
i gave her one at finger length 
y’all love to follow 
I’m afraid you lost the skill to think 
turned creator to consumer 
with that kool aid drink 
when u run up ya margins 
theirs is larger shit so outta sync
with ya girl the other week she got some crazy kinks
face don’t match the body
guess I’ll call that  bitch a fucking sphinx

Chorus:

Verse 2: Istasha
Cryptic as a Cicada
When locked 
Grasping my jaw 
So pry it open; my mouth it appears Vacated enough 

Self worth of Tardigrade in a gutter 
I gotta depleted the premium 
eat it to be Persuaded Later 

Run Just overclock
The doc got prescriptions 
serving of mescaline 
Resting upon the shelf in the shelter
Renew the print Over counter 
You wash 
Chase it down gallons cattle broth 
Hit the Clorox bottle bouncing off the tarmacGot a Full set rinse
All of my Brushes set aside just ain’t 
Ain’t the same fucking thing 
All of my vices are mnemonic 
I got that antigen again 
Taste just like a can of paint 
Second drop down in seconds 
Stop to track it got no mentsu

Hand folding to stress 
Like a Diamond 
ace surveillance cellar 

No saving 

Brain Run in a mess 
Like it’s Simon says with Hellen Keller 

Pre Chorus: Istasha
Shit I must ask 
Forest why you run fast
Forest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab 
Forest why they saying that you’re stupid front he whole class
They don’t know we always gon be running and they hate that you can run fast

Chorus Repeats:

Forrest Ft. Istasha & Auxxk

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

Remix of @danielsgone

https://soundcloud.com/danielsgone/maybeimoverthinking?in=danielsgone/sets/dmos

Maybe Im Just Overthinking [DanielsGone Remix]

Reflections of death in the crevice of the grey brick floor.

lyrics:
/:digital sleeper
It's so dam cold outside that I can see my own breath
I just know tonight is the night that I'll meet death
On the other side of town we shoot dice underneath the moonlight making love to greed out of spite
Strangers faces in the alleyways they waiting just to put a blade right between my aces
It's a flush it's a bluff we goin all in on my soul and its rough
Coming through the backdoor and someone's getting snuffed
Blood stains on the cuffs of my dress shirt
Grim reaper doesnt need to put in effort
Hard life on these streets was my teacher now she in a strip club working for some cheddar
Drink the pain away mouth drier than a desert
Severed
From the days of warmer weather
We just stay tethered to the inside of the bar cause it's always raining right out there

/:chorus x2
Always struggling
We are crumbling every night
Standing strong we don’t face the light
Standing strong we don’t fear the high

/:industrial trashman
Intoxicated, I'm running out of dimes, I ain't payin'
About to ruin my stomach, I only need one step to climb
My ass ain't paying another fine
Even though I'm currently planning another money heist
To keep the jukebox alive, to keep me alive for a while
'cause I can't balance with the amount of twenty five, so
I'mma take a walk with the man and his scythe
No, you don't understand it, 'cause he's the only one I know
Who understands me the best
Maybe I really need to take me some rest
I can't barely get along with the lights on the alleyways
Please get out of my face
That's what my wife told me after she broke up
Looking at her eyes with a whiskey bottle, lookin' like a drunk fuck
This might be the last sip on earth, bottoms up
Maybe this is what I deserve, tough luck

/:chorus x2
Always struggling
We are crumbling every night
Standing strong we don’t face the light
Standing strong we don’t fear the high

/:faceless humanoid
Fuck
Its so cold outside
Running in the street, I'm afraid of all these looks
I feel like a walking circus being judged and watched
In a state of panic, my mind ticking like a watch
I don't know what I'm running away from anymore.
Head down, running out of breath, passing out
In a forest in the middle of nowhere
Sittin in a corner the lights are all mixed together
Im a toy under the control of my stress
And I cannot contain it or suppress it I am a mess
I advise you to be scared
I advise you to regret
I advise you to behave
I advise you to forget
Ill beat the shit of your soul
You will just look like a fool
Now its time to think smart
Take you chance and run away
Otherwise this night will end
In a giant blood bath full-filled with gun shells

/:chorus x2
Always struggling
We are crumbling every night
Standing strong we don’t face the light
Standing strong we don’t fear the high

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