death

Tried to put all the songs in order, then I gave up. (𖦹‎.𖦹‎)

Odd Music

loud songs ext

shhw

агресия

Everything is a Lot (Remastered)

Skeleton Appreciation Day In Vestal, New York (Bones) (Remastered)

(some shit that would otherwise never leave the vault so fuck it lol)

wastemytime (prod. wendigo)

MILLION WAYZ TO MAKE A KILLING (PROD. MXSTVH)

STASH HOUSE

Searching For You Ft. Christ Dillinger, MKULTRA, Cxrpse, Johnnascus, & Bruhmanegod

LYRICS:
This choppa gonna bang it take your exhale
And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
Sniper really on your head like some pig tails
Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate
We leave him stranded
We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage
Imma leave him paralyzed, hoe I can not stand him
Lock on aim like a tattoo, hoe we got him branded
All I'm feelin is the jet lag, hoe I just landed
I'm inside of your place, cut the power
We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers
Sticks on me, got sticks on me you'll meet your final hours
Glick on me there's 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers

Yaux:
Body scorched yuh
Imma leave em torched yuh yuh
Sight distort yuh
Blood spill out in quarts

Show you to my basement imma take you on a tour
Blade up to your throat I know it hurts I’m wanting more

Dumb hoe what you want tho I can be your final breath uh
Pussy you a rookie I can smoke you like some meth uh
Switch up like a tassel your shit stink just like an asshole 
Suck me up like it a blackhole she can fit like all my length uh 

Been with the shit so long, got me toxic
You don’t got the key lil bitch need a lock pick
Smoking on cat piss you got that dog shit
Knocking on your backdoor bitch you better lock it

I gave her D so she call me professor
Im like a diamond I’m good under pressure
Bitch im a god so I’m changing the weather
Hop in the pit I’m still wearing a sweater

Gxner:
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate

SCORCHED (FEAT. YAUX + CRAIG SCISSORHANDS + BISSIBOI) (PROD. $TRANDED)

LYRICS:
Yeah, let me know where you gon' be
Switch into the Cullinan, reclining in the seats
Got no body bag so we gonna dump him in the creek
Yeah that hoe gon' be victim if his homies don't retreat
Like hoe we war ready I don't want to talk
And we got .4's heavy, aim it then we pop
Like hoe I'm war ready I don't want to talk
I don't really know nothing, I just want to chop

Imma stomp a hoe out if she basic
Steppin in some new rocks, I'm not rockin Asics
If he don't shut up grab his mouth then I tape it
All black hoodie on know I'm boutta break in
Yeah I'm stepping stupid bro like hoe what you want
Big body Bentley Truck, hundred rounder in the trunk
Yeah up that choppa hoe I'm going dumb
If he gotta problem then you know I'm gonna let it bust
Like who's that knocking at your window
Tap, tap, tap, tap let the blick blow
Yeah like why you talkin slick tho?
Hoe I'm going schizo
Leave you with a slit throat
I can't decide if I want Trueys or some Ricks
He want the uzi, let it rip
Now we be shooting at the whip
Yeah I gotta toolie with a grip
Yeah I be going stupid really booling with the clique

Yeah, let me know where you gon' be
Switch into the Cullinan, reclining in the seats
Got no body bag so we gonna dump him in the creek
Yeah that hoe gon' be victim if his homies don't retreat
Like hoe we war ready I don't want to talk
And we got .4's heavy, aim it then we pop
Like hoe I'm war ready I don't want to talk
I don't really know nothing, I just want to chop
Yeah, let me know where you gon' be
Switch into the Cullinan, reclining in the seats
Got no body bag so we gonna dump him in the creek
Yeah that hoe gon' be victim if his homies don't retreat
Like hoe we war ready I don't want to talk
And we got .4's heavy, aim it then we pop
Like hoe I'm war ready I don't want to talk
I don't really know nothing, I just want to chop

WAR READY (PROD. IHYTREVOR)

LYRICS:
I don't think I ever wanted you
I don't think I ever wanted you
I don't think I ever wanted you
I don't think I, I don't think I

I'm sick of wasting time I'll blow my brain
Like imma slaughter everybody, turn this hoe into Squid Game
Slide in, up that pole like Splitgate
Give his head a hole, blow the brain
Run in dump the whole mag out
I beat the hoe back think she gon' tap out
Where are you hoes at? Step out the background
I don't reload it I just empty the mag now
She wanna suck on the stick when I step in the boof
I up the stick blow my brain out the roof
LV for my fit same color as poop
Imma step in that hoe with Margiela on shoes
Imma step on his skull hope it go right through
Imma step on his skull hope it go right through

she said she love me, I kill it like real time
I up my stick gonna pop you gon' feel mine
Lil hoe stupid beggin to be mine
Lil hoe stupid begging to be mine

I don't think I ever wanted you
I don't think I ever wanted you
I don't think I ever wanted you
I don't think I, I don't think I

NEVER WANTED YOU (PROD. SKOTSKR)

LYRICS:
Uh, stomp his head and crush into angel dust
Stupid talking on the net like I can't go and cut him up
Hoe I'm rocking Arcteryx but I still got one tucked
I don't even need a vest hoe, I'm fully snuffed up
I'm the reason you get gangstalked
30 of us hit your head, blow your brain off
And if I don't kill you dead, then it rains huh
I still got a hornhead check my face huh
I haven't felt okay in weeks
Man my vision start to tweak
And if something doesn't change then my wrists are gonna leak
And my shawty grade A boutta fill her ovaries
Everything is gonna break, ain't no one surviving me
And I'm really at your door ding dong
And if shawty think I want her then she know she dead wrong
And I'm really crushing skulls hoe I state in my song
And we really going mordum, Craig gonna take your limbs off
Uh you aren't immortal that I know
Imma different breed hoe I'm really going rogue
This a big stick hoe get low
Real drive by boy get off the road
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out

Yeah we really making sound out the whip
If he really gotta problem I got rounds in this clip
Yeah big body swerve around, let it rip
Put his body under mounds, hundred rounds meet his lip
Two xans now I'm stepping cross the road
My hoe built like Mulan how she gonna cut you whole
My vest bulletproof huh, you ain't giving me no holes
What this cleaver do? Uh it's gonna remove your soul
Yeah we out hunting in the night
Put his name down, he gonna fall like I'm Light
Imma chop him up, bloodstains on my Offwhite
Love guns but put a hole in the Alt Right

Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse

UNDER THE EARTH (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL)

produced by @jamesgorczyca1

i break the mind
i waste the time
the low, the high
the cult, the vibe
i kill myself
to come to life
i trade my eyes for parasites
i leave behind 
the heir, the right
to wear the crown
i tear it down
i feel myself
the crumbling wealth
i'm just alright

will i ever feel alive again?

anything wrong with me couldn't be real
and i push it deep in my soul

break a muthafucka into stardust x4

everything is perfect, everything is great
and i don't have no complaints, i know you all can relate
everything is dismal, everything is blank
everybody is complacent, and ain't nothing change
life so full of love, head so full of strain
i've committed, no time to hesitate
i'll be just another speck along the plane

i got the option to eat
i got the privilege to dream
i got the balance to reach
all of my obstacles leaped
i'm never lost in the sea
and i'm so poppin it reeks
don't pay no college, no fee
i'm keepin my brothers fed
shoutout to my brothers dead
i love my hoes and my checks
i'm on the boat and i flex
but i can't help but resent
can't help but lose my respect
when everything is the same
desires have nothing left

i break the mind
i waste the time
the low, the high
the cult, the vibe
i kill myself
to come to life
i trade my eyes for parasites
i leave behind 
the heir, the right
to wear the crown
i tear it down
i feel myself
the crumbling wealth
i'm just alright

will i ever feel alive again?

everything is perfect, everything is great
and i don't have no complaints, i know you all can relate
everything is dismal, everything is blank
everybody is complacent, and ain't nothing change
life so full of love, head so full of strain
i've committed, no time to hesitate
i'll be just another speck along the plane

anything wrong with me couldn't be real 
and i push it deep in my soul

break a muthafucka into stardust x4

stardust (prod. JAMES GORCZYCA)

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SPOTiFY

UMSY - Ангелы не падают вниз

TRAIN

dmtboy - HIT 2 SHIT

ВТОРОЙ КУСОК

Dammit Alice. Why.
We will miss you.

Produced by VRSYJNES
Additional vocals from Ramirez (@ramirezdg)

R.I.P_Crystal_Castles (Ft. Ramirez)

Ximora - Настроение Схавать Гоблина

Ximora - Душу Твою Мать На Камеру Freestyle2023 Wav

Chemical Overreaction/Compound Fracture by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKYiUcHyGIA

Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest, better bet I’ll never settle and I never could rest. 
Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west, a rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest. 
I won’t stop to drop to draw a line in the sand, ‘cause I’ll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes, I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote. 
Woah. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions. 
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction. 
Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas, where the sentimental value of the city around you is deleted obsolete and still completely will stun you, I’m tripping like a klutz and I’m rolling like thunder. 
I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches, a rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus. My mouth is dry and my eyes are red, I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions. 
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction. 
Wretch and pule this panoramic, stretched out view is fat with panic. 
Precognition lacks in hindsight, we caught the illness back before the twilight. 
I might be a saint worth steeples, I might be the brain of evil. 
Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to me.


Chemical Overeaction/Compound Fracture

Red Moon by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot. ©2015

Red, red moon. Keep on rising. 
The sunset soon indeed will bleed in my horizon. 
The crescent rests, tethered to the west. 
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest. 
That crack between the watercolor sky and sea is the 
corner where you’re born in the mist. 
I might deride the tide, ‘cause I’m pulled as it pools about my feet. 
Towards your stolen light, while you’re holding my slight gravity. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

Red, red moon. When will your shadows break? 
Tell the truth; what’re you hiding behind that face? 
If matters in then I might space out, 
why can’t I take in what you’ve been putting out? 
Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect? 
While you’re projecting your perfection astounds 
Nighttime, please hide my eyes, so the man up there won’t watch me stare. 
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirit of the air. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

The constellations form infinite paisleys in the sky 
The condensation tumbles down and erases my sight 
And is it in the nightmare map of the cosmos up high? 
Or is it in the signs? Or stranger still, just in my eyes? 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon.

RED MOON

SELF-iSH

Dr. Sunshine is Dead (feat. Alex Nauth)

Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

OTHASYDE ~ CURTAIN'S CLOSE

It only takes thirteen minutes to travel from one plane to tha next:.

0:00 ~ FORSAKEN
2:20 ~ PUSHING UP DASIES
4:25 ~ I'M TRYNA GET TO SLEEP
5:00 ~ LIKE OLD TIMES
6:40 ~ ONE TWO
8:06 ~ BUTTERFLY
9:25 ~ SOILED SOIL
10:53 ~ WE ALL DIE ALONE

OTHASYDE ~ CURTAIN'S CLOSE

BIG BEASY X JERRY SHINEFIELD 44. ( PROD. 45 )

WAIT WAITY WAIYIYSD
LOWLIFE LOW LIFE WAIITTTT
yuh
IMA FUCKIN JUNKIE THE PILLS ALL IN MY HEAD
IMA FUCKIN JUNKIE THE VOICES WANT ME DEAD
IMA SKINNYFUCKINLOSER
LOOKIN LIKE LUNCH MEAT
GET THE FUCK BACK PLEASE DONT WANT YU TO TOUCH ME
STUPID FUCKIN EMO
YEAH I WEAR THE SAME CLOTHES
CHANGE EM LIKE I CHANGE HOES
IF YU KNOW THEN YU KNOW;)
SMOKING WEED AS WE GO
SHOULD I FUCKIN LEAVE THO 
WE ALL AINT THE SAME THO IM SEEING SHIT INSANE LOW

then some bullshit i dont feel like typing.

IMA PARASITE I CANT EVEN SURVIVE AT NIGHT
PUSSY SCARED OF LIGHT HE DONT WANNA COME OUT N FIGHT
OVERTAKEN BY THE SHIT THAT MAKE ME THINK ITS RIGHT
ADD SOME RIPS UP IN YA JEANS AND NOW YU THINK YA TIGHT

TURN OFF THE LIGHTS I CAN'T HEAR (prod. triplesixdelete)

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