The Upload

LYRICS:

y 'all said I wasn't shit
now you all up on my dick
oh dat ca$pr he da shit
pussyboi you make me sick
I'm that flame you just a wick

when I was starting out yall pussys ran your mouth
now that I got some clout 
claim that you lookin out
bitch what you talkin bout
I was alone and out
forced to go on without
support and now y'all want
me to put a muthafucka on
praying for feats like I'm fucking saint john
embodied darkness and now I'm a god
aim for the dome bitch stare into the dot

I don't owe you anything
on my own did everything
bitch now I am unstoppable
that right there the scary thing hoe

y'all be snakes 
y'all some hoes
 copycats they jack my flow
all yall fake
 records blow
that's why you ain't gett no shows

pussy ass bitch
keep running that lip
got my hand up on the grip
pull the trigger let it rip
y'all pussies ain't shit
come get your wig split
didn't wanna fuck with me till I had money on my wrist

now y'all want
me to put a muthafucka on
praying for feats like I'm fucking saint john
embodied darkness and now I'm a god
aim for the dome bitch stare into the dot

I don't owe you anything
on my own did everything
bitch now I am unstoppable
that right there the scary thing hoe

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CA$PR - $AINT JOHN [PROD. AVE_MIRON]

SHOW YA POCKETZ PROD WASTEMORE

(LYRICS)

Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
I got these wicked ways
Creeping on a trick
Ready to blast on a sucker with no remorse
Load the clip, wigs I split
Infrared in my hand
Murder was all on my fucking mind
Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix, pop that nine
It's that West Bank killer walking around like thriller
Chop up the body and bury the brain
Sniffing the, sniffing the coca caine
Kill a mother fucker just to pawn his chain
Tell me how it feels to be alive in a grave
Tell me where's your god when you're trying to get saved
Tell me where's your god when your body's full of pain
Tell me where's your god when your body's full of pain?!
I'm gripping and whipping the pistol
The mission to make the blood trickle
The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening
I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
I'm gripping and whipping the pistol
The mission to make the blood trickle
The sickle the cell, I'm just so fucking sickening
I'm sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Wicked ways
Black out the sun turning day into night
Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand it's a scythe
In my right first a pitchfork or maybe a trident
That murder I tried it, and I fucking liked it
I sliced 'em, I diced 'em
Got blood on my white shirt
I let the stain dry and then cried out my third eye
They heard that I died
Meet me in the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
In the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
In the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
In the graveyard
Tombs got my trademark
Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark

$UICIDEBOY$ - Grey Boy$

Grey Boy$

FUCK YOU  UNDEAD RONIN
ALL SOCIAL MEDIA :  _AK3K_

NEW MUSIC EVERY WEEK

LYRICS:
Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin 
With 100 sticks 
Each of them is silenced 
And the clip it holds 100 tips 
Saw em at the knees 
If they really think that they running shit 
I hate everybody you muhfuckas can suck a dick 
Face tatted up with a scythe 
Wanna fight? 
Wanna die? 
Got my glock 
And i'm not aiming down the sights 
Imma squeeze 
And you bleed 
Leave him leaking in the streets 
Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything 
Death to a fake bitch 
There's no conversation 
Grip em by the throat 
Then put the blade up in they face quick 
Hey kid 
You should really know i fucking hate this 
Acting like you love me 
Then that pussy fucking lane switched 
All you rappers pussy 
And i put that on my mama 
Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom 
If it ain't about the commas 
Ion want the fucking drama 
You aint poppin how im poppin 
Tell me get him then i got him 
Yeah yeah 
Got me fucked up bitch 
Yeah i run this shit 
Hollowtips packed up 
In my gun lil bitch 
Where you come from bitch 
You aint shot no shit 
I aint got no fucking vest up on the block lil bitch 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh 

Cause all these lil bitches 
Wanna talk talk talk talk 
You should turn around 
And fucking walk walk walk walk 
Dance around the problem 
Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz 
Cockin back the glock 
And it go pop pop pop pop 
Stop drop roll 
Don't fucking tempt me 
Cause i'll take your soul 
I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control 
Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl 
So fucking let go 
Ride around the town 
Choppa chop you like karate kid 
Skirt off in the whip 
I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch 
Talking like he tough 
But he's a call of duty lobby kid 
Rob you for your money in your wallet 
If you got it kid 
Tryin me i'm not the one 
I'll leave you in the fucking dirt 
Bitch i'm riding shotty 
Let the devil whip the fucking hearse 
Blade up in your stomach 
Wipe the blood off on your fucking shirt 
Voices in my head 
Are telling me this life a fucking curse 
Everybody talking but never walking the walk 
Now you're lifeless in the road 
And your body outlined with chalk 
You will never catch me lacking 
I'm working around the clock 
I'm focused all on my money 
So now i dont wanna talk 

I've been feeling crazy 
Cause my mind won't let me sleep 
I just pray for fucking peace 
When i be rhyming on the beat 
I'm about to fucking snap 
And say fuck it leave him deceased 
And if you understand me 
Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh

AK3K - BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOM (PROD. FALLEN)

HAUNTED BOYZ - TRASH TALK (PROD @DROWNTHEFEDS)

GODLESS - LOWRIDER (FT. 6MUTA KILLAZ) [prod. GODLESSMANE]

Baker Ya Maker - I May Rise But I'll Never Shine

RORSCHACH (PROD. SPHYNX)

LYRICS-

(STZYWENDIGO)
Bernie and I come through and burn shit up 
You bustas meet the sky
They’re fucking fuming like the inside of my mind 
I target everything in sight 
I yearn to lose my grip and shorten their lifetimes 
Unlucky, stupid motherfuckers get to fly 
Getting burnt upon arrival 
Your demise is tantamount to our survival, sucka
Say your final words and meet the light
They’re getting ripped right out of time
I arise to wipe them out and drop their vitals 
Love the way they try to climb out of their plight 
Damn shame
Make it blank 
Ain’t no trace of anythang
You shift away
It’s great to make ‘em all decay
Break ‘em down and now they’re surrounded by shade 
I let my hate release and y’all disintegrate 
I aim to make ‘em face the flames and then repeat 
They meet their graves!
I’m a freak
Hope to end up underneath 
Or maybe somewhere between
Roaming endlessly 
There ain’t no modern remedy for me
I’m addicted to the feeling that I get from all their shrieks 
I bring the opposite of peace to levels only seen in dreams
I’m a ghost
Hope to drop into the void and be disposed 
Steady coasting through the infinite abyss until I choke 
Feeling cold?
Oh, that’s just because I’m floating past your home! 
Never know where wendigo might go ‘cuz with the wind I roam
You’re all alone
Standing frozen right in place just like a stone
You hear the tones from just above you and you lose all of your hope
Your life was sold but you’re still searching for a way to make it whole 
You wonder why you’re stuck in place?
‘cuz Starvation stole your soul! 

(BERNIEMACELEVEN) 
Mac eleven with precision
Show my doctorate
You goofys on a mission 
Play on moderate
Dont make me show my dominance
We know you the opposite
Yall speak w no confidence
Needing reassurance
Cuz your conscious wont acknowledge it
Your therapist is telling you
These visits are all bottom less
Paint a pretty picture 
Like you decorate sarcophagus
Dont fall in depression 
Cuz you dealing with the consequence
Its the fuckin mac 
I know my presence feels so ominous
Bang
thunder when the storm missing the
Rain
Ludacris think im losing my 
Sane
New to this you if u rookies get 
Fame
Take it 
what u can and dont complain
Then again 
You really think we give a fuck?
Bitch i got the heat on me 
This lighting get you struck
Im bending everything in sight
Ill paralyze your luck
& rearrange dna in everything i touch

STZYWENDIGO x BERNIEMACELEVEN - DISTORT/DECIMATE (prod. SLVG)

Prod. $UPRA
Lyrics, Vocals, Mixing/Mastering, & Cover Art by Red Dot

SpeedDial

SpeedDial (Prod. $UPRA)

Nothing goes my way

iNSANE_1751!+ by DOOMSLAYER x ERIC NORTH (@ericnorth)
produced by PULSE
mixed & mastered by DOOMSLAYER & ERIC NORTH (I know it's mixed like dog shit lmao)
art by- @shibitobans

lyrics:
(eric north hook)

(DOOMSLAYER verse)
hol' up,
bitch i blow up like a hand grenade
riot angels booted off that secondhand serenade.
now wait, 
yo bitch she wanna leave wit me, i heard she wanna be wit me, she wanted to believe in me (aye!)

but i'm a motherfucking demon! (yuh!)
straight up outta hell, i am the one you should be fearin! (yuh!)

"papi lemme be wit ya",
who you callin' "papi", huh?
ion even get it up,
i can't fuckin be wit yaaaa

causin terror like i'm isis
bodies full of mitis [s/o fl.vco]
whole state in a crisis
infected with the virus.
they say that i'm insane,
i cannot feel my brain
zooted of the cocaine,
ion know what's real mane.

i can't even fuckin take it now,
the voices in my head sayin "kill off everyone around!"
"i hate this whole fuckin town! everythin that it surrounds!"
every last fucker 6ft, buried in the ground!

(eric north hook)

DOOMSLAYER x ERiC NORTH- iNSANE_1751+! {prod. PULSE}

Vocals by Isaiah Deshon
Production by Curtis Heron

Lyrics:

on some king shit
imma dictate 
for whatever or whoever 
gettin' misplaced

im a misfit
i ain’t fit in 
i always did me
i ain’t listen 

on some king shit
imma dictate 
for whatever or whoever 
gettin' misplaced

im a misfit
i ain’t fit in 
i always did me
i ain’t listen

imma kill shit

so they can the feel the pain

i be prayin that they hear me 
before i go insane

i be sad because they fear me
we don’t live the same

imma die before I ever
get lost in the fame

im a prophet
you already know the name
got too selective wit the energy
cause it hurts to hit ya friends
not ya enemies

phone buzzin 
i can hear the phone calls

put the hustle down
so I could really ball 

made this sacrifice 
it ain’t just me involved 

no role model
no example, naw 

i used to be the dude 
they called to handle yall

i was skipping school 
and u was poppin' bars
but I wised up
and said fuck all of y’all

i was skipping school 
and u was poppin' bars
but I wised up
and said fuck all of y’all

on some king shit
imma dictate 
for whatever or whoever 
gettin' misplaced
im a misfit
i ain’t fit in 
i always did me
i ain’t listen

on some king shit
imma dictate 
for whatever or whoever 
gettin' misplaced
im a misfit
i ain’t fit in 
i always did me
i ain’t listen

Misfit (prod by Curtis Heron)

Feature and Art: https://soundcloud.com/c3of
Production: https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida2

Lyrics:

Fenrir: 
Load the pistol 
Smoking crystal 
Artificial
This shit simple
Feeling blissful when im shooting the glock 
Pop your top as im simply stroking my cock

Spitting on your fucking grave
A lame with the same name 
Shooting up the mainframe 
I dont play no fair game
Bitch boy used toy tripping like a decoy 
Sip soy no joy all i do is destroy

Kick this shit off in a fucking spin off
Lick my cum up before i let your mom suck

Killem all let em fall smash my head right through a wall
Fuck it going awol addicted to the alcohol

Chorus:

Fuck off 
Fuck cops 
Fuck off 
Murder your whole gang when im locked in with the red dot

Papa Sleep:

Cadillac dripping with that candy paint swinging back and forth
Picking up another 40 going to the liquor store
Hydraulics on dash board rolling all the chronic
Homie got debt he ain't honest
Dead on the floor guess he got it
Homie got the glock with the red dot so he gotta pop it
Wear a bulletproof vest to my job milly rock on an outline made of chalk

GET UP
GET FUCKED
GIVE UP
IM DONE
You dont bite the hand that bleeds you
Couple grand I dont need to feed you
Stash the welfare check with the weed plants and I'm gone

Red Dot

Fuck Off Ft. Papa Sleep (Prod. Deviljin x Fenrir)

Minus

I Know What You Did Last Summer

Nova Scotia (Prod. F L O W E R $)

EST. 2020 HAUNTED BOYZ
FLORIDA X OREGON X CALI X ILLINOIS

RIP DROWNGOD

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