WAIT am I stupid or was that a Kim possible reference lmaooo

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

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Chorus 1:
hanging out that mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on 

Verse 1:
get a grip on this big fucking python
they don’t get the typa shit that I’m on
everybody found a hill that they can die on
if you don’t then let me help you find one

King Kong kill you insects in the pit
in sewer looking pretty 
with a needle in my wrist
if she thick I got somewhere she can sit
they want me to quit?
I hope that you stupid motherfuckers
eat a clip

and get Halloween right below the rib cage 
12 gauge to the ceiling that’s some good brain 
google what to do if she ain’t finish yet
get distracted buying weapons on the Internet 
fingers twitching in my pocket for cigarette 
I been itching for a reason make me do it
I been sticking to my guns it’s therapeutic
u been clinging to a trend and looking stupid

Chorus 2:
hanging out that mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on 

Breakdown:
i ain't really wanna do it 
but you made me 
what did I do?
tell why you hate me
can you keep me ?
maybe can you save me?
can you kill me ?
wrap me up
and take me?

never heard my songs but they fuck me 
I guess I got it poppin that’s a luxury
tryna hide it but they found it in discovery 
you talking way too fucking much
i need a  summary

Verse 2:
off the stacy I’m ruthless 
my brother pouring bruises
hitting from the back 
now she calling out Brutus 
you a rat 
you a mole
you a rufus
all bark hard to bite when you toothless
I know we been through this
underground Judas
all y’all get bea, hog tied, 
executed 

Interlude: SQUEAL

Chorus 3:
hanging out the mother fucking 4Runner
you get done up in your crib
make ‘em all suffer
I got a 3D print a gun 
that ain’t got no numbers
leave a bomb by that morherfucking pipeline 
be like me kids 
do it’s for the culture 

black water nisour how the clip gone
and I got that stolen Valor fit on 
fuck the troops but they really got that shit on
Louieville slugger 
how the fuck I get my swing on

STOLEN VALOR FIT

SIGNS

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

SKINN +PROD K.V.N+

Ripping nails out with a vise grip, never been no nice kid
Peeling back your eyelids, Jeff the Killer type shit
Heres my advice bitch, jump off of a nice bridge 
Master of disaster, antimatter bladed knife hit, switch

I got you paralyzed, barrel between a pair of eyes
I dont want you to just die let me clarify
I wanna find the things make you terrified
Put you through cleaners get you sterilized 

Bacteria, you sheep, aint nobody to defeat
Erasing opposition like CTRL ALT DELETE
I need a pot to piss in like I gotta take a leak
You was talking mad loud but since then retreated

Scheming, i gave your life meaning
Beat a dead horse but it wont stop screaming
Rappers always reaching with the preaching for no reason
Pipe the fuck down you my kid like some semen


Bitch im feelin sick
I hate all you bitches cus you always ridin dick
Man catch another clip
Dick make her twitch but i ain even streaming,l
Shawty said she fuck wit me
Bitch got me leanin

KNVCK IF YOV BVCK, Get stabbed if you walk in
This shit is a hobby, ion even gotta clock in
Hop in, if you wit the gang you can hop in
For those of you who not wit the crew, you get blocked in

What the fuck
Goddamn
Rappin on this beat, got me feeling like the man
Skirtin off the block wit the keys to the lamb
Better tell em ZILLVH sent you, and to follow on the gram

…And He Told Me To Kill Myself So I’m G Walkin' To Hell (prod. XPR)

prod by Gary Wide, Nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
rec,mix, master by Lord Gasp

LYRICS

Ok big ego, small heart
I don’t need you
feed on death, i got bone parts in my bean soup
it’s that french rapper all star
workaholic too
And i’m pissed, fuck a small talk
I dont like you 

I swing rocks i dont kick rocks
Little dude
rock balenci socks in balenci crocs
rubber boots 
i’m a sick fuck, rob a wristwatch off a fool 
Get my brick sucked get her shit rocked in my booth

I hear em calling from the back
Of my skully underneath the scabs
A cynical for I call myself mister disaster
I see it crawl, forcing its way into
Leave me blacking out 
I can’t backtrack now , call me mister disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

I came to love me in a way that people hate me the most
See i gazed into abyss and it gave me a home
I came snatching crowns then grew liking the calm
I touched grass it fucked me up like bad cologne
My ripped out flesh kissed the cold 
breeze 
I connected every dot, couldn’t make sense of the T’s
kept on grinding till i fucked all of my teeth 
i held back all my words till i had to puke dem free 

disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive


(outro)
Turn on the radio
5-13
I managed to break into the shed
Sarge i think you should come see this
-on my way
-it’s not blood, it’s something else but
Wait there’s someone in the back!
..

>STREAM<

Mr Disaster

Grey's Anatomy ft n servin p. mahx x efrmsc

king kong.mp3

GULLY track 2

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: Na$tii
you ain’t on cause of yo talent 
boy you dick ride
listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
get yo shit right 
I been on that riot shit that violence 
what incite 
how you catch an ego talking big 
when you got lil hype 

steady making hits 
and been smoking in abundance 
I can’t stand the fuckery 
and all them bad assumptions 
blasting all my shit until that speaker give concussions 
and if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

stay hating on the gully kid
but yo girl fuck w my music 
got problems with control
if I like it I abuse it 
hit em in his stomach 
leaving bruises and contusions 
and I’m smoking Russian cream
but that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban 

80x put me under the grid
when the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit 
kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
if you owe that’s some shit 
I don’t simply forget 
I need a cigarette 
now pass the razer blade 
been here for a second 
you want smoke then you gon fade away 
take it day to day only seconds till we all decay 
now single file everybody never misbehave 

thumbing through the rubbish 
where the diamonds at 
tell me where you find me at ? 
ready with the polish 
at the exit but the timings past 
you ain’t really built to last
you ain’t really ten toes 
leaking from the gash 
money froze now you exposed 
I got optimism but the glass is coloured Melrose
you ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close 
now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii 

grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow 
bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh 
they can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips 
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing shit 
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist 
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist 

you ain’t really  gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist 
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet 
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
once the light set 

roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking 
poison out the frogs back needles get to poking 
bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in 
saying all that shit now you claiming u misspoken 

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life 
now you fucking  pissed off
all you wanna do is fight 
Bobby where the kids at 
Bobby where that fucking wife 
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times

Hook repeats

Jail Talk

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