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Sinizter & Ouija Macc-OSCAR MEYER! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BLOODHOUND CLAW (prod. Heks)

Ten Toes Down

ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS BY BEARDED LEGEND

LYRICS:

THE RICH ARE GETTING RICHER WHILE THE POOR FUCKING DIE YOUNG (UGH)

STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS STILL BELIEVING ALL THE LIES, LOOK (UGH)
THEY’RE FUCKING SOUL SUCKING,
TAKE IT ALL AWAY, THERE’S NOTHING,
KILL THE EARTH AND CAUSE SUFFERING,
GOTTA TAKE IT BACK, DO SOMETHING,
THEIR GODS ARE THE PROFITS THAT THEY MAKE,
WE’RE THE SACRIFICE, WHAT A FUCKING WASTE,
ARE THEY EVER GONNA HAVE ENOUGH?
ARE THEY EVER GONNA  CHANGE THEIR WAY?
HEAL THE SICK AND FEED THE HUNGRY,
SHARE THE WEALTH OR FUCK YOUR MONEY,
KNOW YOU’RE CAUSING ALL THIS PAIN,
NOW IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO PAY

THE RICH ARE GETTING RICHER WHILE THE POOR FUCKING DIE YOUNG (UGH)

RICH GETTING RICHER

Abyssal

written / performed by @blckbrds
prod. Scottzilla
eng. @tumaggz

BLOOD:HOUND

WHAT'S MISSING (Prod. EYKEY X ROOSEVELT)

Lyrics:

(Bitch)
I been in my bag
Better get back
'Fore I attack
Cause if I pull out this strap
Then it's just dead people in body bags
I'm feeling a little manic
It's got me in panic mode
I'm manic depressive
And know that I'm bouta fucking blow
If I would've ran with a crew
Way back in the day
We'd be shooting up schools
Feeling a little delusional
What I could do to you
Putting your shit on the roof
So fuck it
I'm making your brains explode
Putting your shit on the ceiling
In front of your hoes
Talk that shit now
I'm finna come walk this bitch down

They thought that they could talk about me
And that I wouldn't do shit
They thought that they could walk around me
And that I just threw fits
They thought that they could cop a bounty
And just pounce on my shit
But now I got a growth spurt
And I leave 'em toothless

Do the things I wanna do
Run up and pay the price
Get ravenous like piranhas do
Your body covered in bites
I'm smoking marijuana goop
Hits from the knife
Bitch I can tell ya bout the one and two
We'll show ya the light
Can't give a fuck about no pussy motherfucker you know
I know you talking shit about me
I got fire for the smoke
I got a rope
I'll catch a puny little shrimp by the throat
I'll walk in blood till I'm soaked
I'll swim through blood with my bow
Bitch!
Gave up on the pocket knives
Now I rock a sheath
I could cut you open like a fruit
And let the pit breathe
I could cut you open like a patient under surgery
If I cut you open you should murder me
Gave up on the pocket knives
Now I rock a sheath
I could cut you open like a fruit
And let the pit breathe (I could cut you uh huh)
I could, cut you
If I cut you open you should murder me!

Goth Boy pull up in a trench coat
All black, white eyes, and a pencil
What he do?
Do he write?
Or do he flick it?
The Dewey decimal system about to make 'em livid
Six-six-six
Bitch I'm hard as glass
Watch how easily I break off this shard in your ass
Harden the pass
I'm constipated
Shit fucking me up
I'm bouta r*pe you with my guts
You keep fucking with us
My insides penetrating yours
And explosions!
Fuck venom
Bitch I'm living in these emotions
I own 'em
Like I own you
You my slave
I'm the type of person to blow up inside a rave

They thought that they could talk about me
And that I wouldn't do shit
They thought that they could walk around me
And that I just threw fits
They thought that they could cop a bounty
And just pounce on my shit
But now I got a growth spurt
And I leave 'em toothless

Apple

Toothless (feat. Gizmo)

LYRICS:

Let ‘em loose,
Like a missile that be ripping off the roof,
Fuck a truce,
Let the evil show the people to their doom,
Introduced to the faces of a war at your door,
Making more fucking weapons than they ever had before,
Where the bodies go?
Dump ‘em in the ditches by the truckload,
Ask the about the numbers, they gon’ tell you “who the fuck knows,”
Wave a fucking flag just to use as an excuse,
Nothing new, start a war,
Better gather all the troops,
They produce only hatred and destruction, never homes,
Got no food for the needy, better leave ‘em skin and bones,
“Just as long as I got enough money for myself,
Got my wealth, fuck your health,
Get a job and that’ll help y’all…”

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what you need,
Never touching what I have

Round ‘em up,
Drag them motherfuckers to the city’s center,
Know the people fucking mad ‘cause we could be doing better,
In the end,
Making sure they never do this shit again,
Everybody’s fucking singing while they’re swinging in the wind,
String ‘em up,
We don’t give a fuck,
‘Cause we had enough,
People spitting on their bodies after what they did to us,
Through the years,
Took advantage of our blood, sweat, and tears,
Now the people came together,
No more living in the fear

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what we need,
Never touching what you have


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