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SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

lyrics:

When I see yo face I wanna puke
Juke juke juke juke 
fuck out the way
I know you know I got the juice
I'm through
Boutta whip the hammer and the broom
Everybody juh assume
But I'ma bring the Fuckin doom 
Ima juke
On you you you
You make me wanna puke when you do the thangs you do
I'm through
Thotties see me flyin to the moon
So I let em come thru they can play my skin flute

Smellin Fuckin fresh
No downy
I bee Feelin high like I'm off a pot brownie 
Where the Fuckin purp time to bring in my bounty
She drop her mini skirt
Got a mothafucka howling

I don't really care fo all the talk I don need that
Mothafuckas talk so much they gonna need a C pap 
When I see that booty shakin
Peter like I need that
Put it in her butt
Fo the bust
I don't need that (kids) 

Pop pop
Pop pop
On a bitch
She slop
Sloppy
Like she floppin like a fish
You a flop
Old news floppy disk
My ex is a bitch
Don't text go fish

PUKE [PROD. HAARPER]

Lyrics:

Whirlin Merlin
Split her like Berlin
Burr in da burg
They slur when I murk em
Strippa on da pole
She purr on da bourbon
Nerfed on my nuts
She slurp with a purpose
Ugh
Ugh
Look at my luck
Get anotha milly
Gettin silly in her trunk
Yuh
Done stunt banged out her lung
Stayin on da rung 
Up above yall dung

Banish ya with da banshee
Damage so great I be dancing
Halos so low I'm bashing
Ya skull like a bull hulk smashing
You aint goin up
Only down
6 feet ain't shit
Through the globe and all around
You go
Knock em like dominoes
Adios to ya hoes
Now vamonos vamonos

Got da remedy like seether
Unlock da ether
Portal to anotha dimension 
We da
Kings of da land
Yuh sing fo da man
Sing fo da man
Wring da blood out da lamb

Fuck
My strength goin up
Puttin up my stats who tryna get buck
Yeah duck
I swang in da mud
Bang with da gun
Make it rain fo da fun

BERLIN [PROD. HAARPER]

lyrics:

I will not breathe in the sea and freeze with the weak don't speak
I dont really wanna hear
Words from the sand
From dirt not a man 
Stay six feet deep
Do I make myself clear

Indebted to the knife no more
Ive found my way
Beyond the shore
The credit that you've claimed
Washed away by retribution 
Torn, 4AM in the den 
where your friends, 
I'ma blend 
I'ma mend with the silhouette again

I pull up with the strap they hands up "wait a minute"
This ain't no clock Ill break yo jaw
And shape yo fate with rickets
I'm takin yo life the fight is over might just take some digits
She in my phone 
my home while you gon grow 
in the face of fission
Below the mud
I dirty the floor and rug 
with the slug on the run
I've become new man
How could I be
How could I leave
All of the things 
All the rings and 
The riches on land

I've taken new form new life
Mistaken by some fo the light
Serrating all the birds up high
Interfacing with blight

4AM [PROD. HUSHINSILENCE]

Featuring @Cxrpse
Produced by @Cxrpse
8corpses engineering by Jordan Jay

Lyrics:

you want war want smoke pussy nigga he gon fold
under pressure
watch his brain
collapse and you don’t even know
told her she the one i want 
my blood cold my heart is froze
keep it in the down low 
isolate don’t let me go 
im feeling down so ima sleep
not gon eat and i’ll repeat 
hate you niggas so much
like why the fuck you even breathe

empty the clíp until you bleed
i got ashes on my jeans
smoke a cigarette and leave 
the empathy inside of me
leave that shit inside a box
and disappear with fucking ease
girl i hate this fucking scene
you know that you the one i need
they gon listen when i’m gone 
but for now i’ll write this song
found my partner like a swan
i shoot a nigga like im spawn
now his body on the floor 
told him he ain’t want that war 
don’t call my phone i’m gone ignore
im not the nigga you adore


If we die there ain’t no rain check
We ain’t coming back
You know you’re fucked
When the drugs stop bein fun
I’m a woebegone 
Seeing red like ob1
Just like with everything else  
Imma die out
Only thing left will be these lyrics from my mouth 
Don’t wait for the hearse to take you away from the church 
Bound for the dirt 
I’m a pending corpse 
Paul Revere with this hip hop 
These raps are a cake walk 
Cause everything I say is real talk
2 steps ahead 
never acting primitive
The walking Skeleton 
Putting out more than arbitrary expletives 
I get sensitive 
Because my life is often negative 
Between my psychosis and dead relatives 
Vicious cycle gets repetitive 
 depressions my impediment 
My life is tentative 
But I love my medicine 
Getting lit like Edison 
High off these sedatives 
Got a limp like Bonnie 
But corpses needa shawty 
Like Bonnie to Clyde 
A real ride or die 
But I still covet 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 
I’m in the process of doing 
that dying 
shit or whatever 
Love the people you love before they’re gone forever
MORTE be the forte

Cxrpses (feat. Cxrpse) [Prod. Cxrpse]

MOTHMAN (Prod. Noxygen)

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