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*freestyle*
VOX:@lvstforpain @Blckk
PROD: @fenrirprod
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lvst:

make family not friends

Bitch I be sick like some cancer...
oh fuck
Ugh
Shots at his fazos I make em dancer yuh
yaeeuh
Clique full of stingas I feel a manta yuh
yeauh
Pour up a four finna fuck up my fanta yuh
YUH - YUH
bitch I break yo jaw
yeah-heah
you ain't pay no rent ain't got no job
know this - know this- know this shit got pop when fenny prod
yeah-heah
no i- no I ain't no human I'm a GOD
-a GOD
Treat her like a 🐶
if she ain't be throwing all dat back then she be gone
she gon steady eat up on my meat - filet minion
you be smoking on that fuckin reggie from the lawn
from the la-
missing the car when you blowin a switch
ain't tuck automatic cuz you is a b----
they gon get crushed like I'm chewin a ritz
stick gon get hot I ain't using no mitz
joggin em down I be sweatin his pits
bitch
ain't need a gun Im strong armin this lick
off of the x I be lit
lit!
salvation army-army up on yo fit
shit huh,
yo hoe gon beg fo spit huh
MVP shit, I'm the number one they pick ugh
if- if we talking money then you know I double dip ugh-ugh---ugh
uppercut that pussy make him bite his fuckin lip ugh
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blckk:

vest on my body
not pressing nobody for shit
I just get rid of them bitch
heard what you put out you fucking my day up
fuck it we send him way up
shit not no game when you talk about me
pussy you couldn't say much
people get hurt when you fucking with me
tryna find out what I got
on me, right now
ten magazines on me, right now
coulnd't hit me I'm breathing, pipe down
tell a fed I ain't see shit

sell the fuck out my life for like two M's
I could kill if you pay me a few of them
I don't tell no one shit I got two friends
you don't got what I got you could pretend

keep me out of them lists I'm too different
and it's still fuck a diss ima kill him
kick that faggot the fuck out of his skin

I don't care 'bout my life you could take it
motherfucker I shoot when you break in

shit been quiet you get what you pay for
pussy watch out I kick in the front door
bitch I'm 'boutta go put you on best gore
get him popped 'fore he let out that ten four

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CANCER FT. BLCKK (PROD. FENRIR)

SLEEK (PROD. YUNGJAGGER)

SOLO CYPHER (PROD. NOVÂFLED)

BLOODSPILL!

DAViD HASSELHOFF

HOLY WATER

WiredUP![PROD. HXSTAGE] (Instagram: @_hxstage)

Prod @ded333
mixed/mastered by ME

Yuh, i raise the roof with this k
Choking on the gun smoke put him in his grave
Yuh, he wont see another day
I aint one to cap i aint one to fucking play

Feel this shit, do you feel this shit this choppa intimate
load the clip, fucking load the clip so i can let it rip

Im under the covers they dont even know it
I pull out that pistol then cock it and blow it
Been killing this shit everyday without motive
You come at me wrong and this shit get exolosive

Talking and talking, i cannot hold it
Said that you poppin, i didnt notice
Oh thats your chain? well i just stole it
Come into my crib so much coke it is snowing

He wont talk but ill change his mind when i pull out that 30 clip
He's a fed and i can tell by the way he think he tough and shit

Fuck the world im on my own shit, i sleep with a fucking 45
Ran up made his body flip, left that muhfucka with a bloody lip

Gun smoke, in his lungs have him coughing blood
If you wanna rep a set then we gon pull up to your hood

UGHHHH FUCK, i really wish you would
Knock him out put his face in that mud
Give him cancer from the smoke of this gun

Spotify & Apple Music

Gun Smoke [Prod. DED333] | (LYRICS IN DESC.)

Tell she ain't bout that,
Talk a whole lotta nothin about setbacks,
Late drive, in the night, till he step back,
Bitch throw him a bone, like he fetch that,
I was just nice for a second,
Now I'm enough for they mentions,
You pussies handle the tension,
Boxed in and calling it presence,
I see the hate in your steppin',
You ain't hear shit from my lessons,
Boy stay the fuck in your section,
I'ma just keep to investment,

Your bitch don't shut the fuck up,
You finna muzzle that bruh?
While you was talkin that stuff,
She eating 6 dicks for lunch,

Lil bitch missed the drop off,
Drop top off, mountain top with the no door,
Lil brody fill a couple broads,
Now he falling off,

Most high, wave bye bye, see you in the skies,
Ya white lines and ya long drives,
How these people living lifetimes?
Leaching off the fuckin' lifeline,
Go on guy go ahead and take 5 for the summertime,
Leaching off the fuckin' lifeline,

Been a minute since the school bells,
They either buying or they fuckin' sell,
Ain't my business, I'm just for my health,
Fuckas ain't been with stealth
Make it out the dark, just to crawl down the wishin well,

Fucka was happenin?
I just see a bunch of your fuck faced habits,
Money been talk, and you static,
Static static, you ain't innocent crackin,
Cracka lackin, fuckas been addicts,
Fucka was happenin?
Been in my savage,
They want the bread,
Smoke off the cabbage,
Look at yourself,
Before you go off and blast it,
There go the acting,
Best of the best is a label you cappin'

Fucka was happenin?
Been in my savage,
They want the bread,
They smoke off the cabbage,
Look at yourself,
Before you go blasting,
There go the acting,
Best of the best is a label you cappin'

I pick SICKO

ZOOT GANG 3 IS ON THE WAY, COMING OUT MEGA SOON ! ! !

PRODUCED BY JAMES GORCZYCA

COVER ART BY PAPA SLEEP

FEATURING : https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida https://soundcloud.com/navvvi https://soundcloud.com/distortionthe1 https://soundcloud.com/c3of

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(LYRICS)

JAMES:
----------------------------
MUSTARD MAN ON THE BEAT
NOW ALL OF YALL KEEPIN QUIET
SHUTTIN OUT ALL THE CREEPS
I DONT CARE IF YOU WERE DYIN’
HARSHER THINGS CAME FROM TEETH
TO THE POINT WHERE IT REEKS
DID SOMEBODY DIE?
THAT ATTITUDE STINKS
I GOT DIRT ON MY SHIRT
OLD ENEMIES WANNA CLEAN ME UP
POLITELY REFUSE FOR SURE
NEVER GONNA GO BACK BEING STUCK
I DONT SEARCH, BITCH I SURF
I DONT GOT TIME TO FEEL HURT
I BEEN FELT THAT FOR TOO LONG
WONT VOLUNTARILY GET ERKED
BALD AS FUCK; JOE ROGAN 
SHED MY SKIN; SLAV LOCUST
I GOT NO HEALTH, DRINK MY POTION
BEATS I LIKE, GOTTA BE ROASTED
EAT YA ALL UP LIKE PAC MAN!
5 QUEUE SQUAD, AINT WITCHA MAN!
DROPPING IN HOT, THASSA PLAN
BONUS POINTS I TOOK EM AND RAN
4 STOCKED! OUT THA RING
SPINNING WIT DA KICKS! CHUN LI
I WIN! CHARLIE SHEEN
YOU DIED! FUCK YA TEAM

DEPTH STRIDA
----------------------------
PULL UP WITH A BIG FIST
PUNCH A SNAKE CAUSE HISSES
MY FLOW SHOCK SOME BITCHES
BIG EYES LIKE IM ON SHIT
BITCH I WALK BITCH I WALK
BITCH I FUCKING STRIDAWALK
AND YOU TALK AND YOU TALK
SON YOU NEVER HAD A JOB
SHE SO THICC OH MY GOD
GOT SOME PRECUM ON MY COCK
WAKE UP AND I SEE THAT I NUTTED IN MY SOCK
TIME TO FUCKIN SWITCH IT UP
TIME TO FUCKING SETTLE UP
YOUR HEAD LIKE A MINECRAFT BLOCK
ONE CLAP AND YOU SPILL SOME BLOOD

NAVVVI
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GOD FUCKING DAMN IT
HITTEN EM WIT A CROSSBOW
MAKING ALL SURE HIS PAIN GROW
METERS ALL FULL OF GREEN, NO
BITCHING I TOLD YOU STAY DOWN
PUNCHES TO GROIN AND HIS FOLLOWERS DONT
SUTTLE BUT MEANING, I SWEAR IT AINT SO
BOWING TO ME I AM THE ARCH, MEGA OMEGA DEMON OF SOULESS
BREAK FROM A PAYPHONE, TELEPORT TO STAY HOME
SWEAR I TELL YOU TIME FROM TIME YOUR MEANING ISNT BRAINSTORMED
PLEASE DROP AND DIE BEFORE I FUCKING EAT YOUR FAMILY.
UHHHHH
I AM HEADPHONES OUT OF ENERGY
I AM THE SOUNDLESS AND APOLOGIES
IM NOTHING BUT AN BATTERY
I PUSH AND THEN I PULL

LORD DISTORTION:
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YOU A PUSSY YOU A LEECH 
STAY INSIDE YOUR LANE 
I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN YOU SPEAK 
LOOKING FOR SOME STRANGE 
WHILE YOU  LOOKING AT THE PEAK 
PUT THE 30 TO HIS BRAIN 
CHALK HIM UP HE ON THE STREET 
SHUT UP, OH FUCK YOU A FUCKING BITCH CUCK 
RUN UP ON YOUR FLEET AND WE TURN IT TO A STICK UP 
I WANT DOLLARS SO I GOT A PISTOL POSTED  WHERE MY CROTCH IS 
HOLLOWS IN THE MAGAZINE I FLEX IT LIKE ITS DOING CROSS FIT
RUBBING OFF, ON YOUR CLIQUE,
YOU BEEN BITING FOR A BIT 
HIT IT RAW, THEN I DIP 
SINGING SONGS ABOUT THE CLIT
NAH YOU BROKE,YOU A JOKE 
YOU AIN'T EVER TOUCH A STICK 
SNIFFING COKE, OFF THE FLOOR 
YOU IS DIRTY AS A BITCH

PAPA SLEEP:
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MOVE THAT PRODUCT LIKE ITS WII FIT
YOU BE RUNNING OUT OF QUARTERS TRYNA GET THEM BLIPS
CATCH YOU ROUND THE CORNER CATCH ANOTHER CLIP
ASK FOR A REMATCH FIND WHERE YOU LIVE THEN I CALL UP A DISPATCH
BODY PARTS MISMATCHED
KARATE CHOP NOW YOU DETACHED
BUTTON MASH
HOLD ME BACK
HEAD LOOKING LIKE DIG DUG
TRIPLE COMBO
BEG AND BORROW
ROUNDHOUSE KICK
BROKEN WRIST
JUDO MOVES
YOU AIN'T KEEPING UP
LEAVE ME WITH THAT GOLDEN CUP
BLOW HIS PIXELS OUT
PITIFUL THE WAY HE CRAWLING NOW
FIZZLE OUT
GAME OVER GUESS I'M BALLING NOW
GUESS WHO DIED?
THAT BE YOU
NO SURPRISE
I DID TOO

YOU DIED! FT. DEPTH STRIDA, NAVVVI, LORD DISTORTION & PAPA SLEEP

SHEEP KING FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. N!CKN!TE)

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