PRODUCED BY @TUMAGGZ
MIXED/MASTERED/ENGINEERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @jay-burgess-3

AK3K (@bluntedpharaoh):
pull the knife out my back 
grip the damn nine 
fuck with mine 
imma make him fucking flat line 
put a bullet hole thru his fucking jawline 
doing tricks with the blade 
hope you don’t mind 
yeah they wait for the day that i’m gon die 
i really hate when people think that imma nice guy 
imma murder everybody in your bloodline 
i’m pissed off
gonna blow up like a landline 
put my middle fingers up cause i still don’t give a fuck 
i should twist the fucking blade 
when it’s up inside your gut 
jesse really love the blood drip 
and i love the fuck shit 
when we get together 
there’s not really a discussion 
c4 strapped to my chest screaming suicide 
in this life that i’m l iving bitch it’s do or die 
i don’t know if imma live up  to see 45
so when i’m looking in the mirror bitch i’m terrified 
so i roll it up
give the weed puff 
i’ve been feeling rough so
please lemme beat it up 
i can’t get enough 
gon feast when i eat it up 
dick up in your guts whoa 
and my bitch a savage put the knife up to your throat bro 
whoa
going for the gold 
i’ve been on a roll 
wont stop till get my chain 
up on fucking froze 
so go yous a little hoe 
fuck up on my bro 
i’m ghost 
oh you didn’t know 
take away my soul 

JMattson:
Pull the knife out my pocket Issa bench made 
On the block and I’m feeling like Dikembe
Take a chance lil bitch you got 10 days
Need that money in my hand I need my rent paid grip her French braids when I hit from the back I’m a fiend hoe
Blowin money like I’m drunk at the casino 
Back with a motive to attack like I’m shego
They call me Vinny but I feel like uncle Nino C-notes in my jacket pocket with the blunt wrap, blood bath someone tellem get the fuck back, one strap on the waist one trunk bag, filled up with grenades don’t come back
Mothafucka if you really wanna problem we ain’t moving 
I don’t think they really want it hear em talk but they don’t do it
Run up on a motherfucker if he talkin like he stupid 
I don’t think he really bout it on his block but he ain’t shooting lil bitch why you actin like you hot shit
Totin pistols on the gram but you ain’t shot shit opp shit I been makin moves and makin moshpits godless tell me I should pray I’d rather not bitch
Glock out pull the glock out like I’m Witchouse 
Pop out with my cock out at your bitch house
Lockdown got it locked down like a grid now 
Ayy
Hellhound for the win now

AK3K X JMattson - VINNY & PAULY II (Prod. tuMaggz)

lyrics:

[ak]
When I break a bitch
I never leave the evidence
Shitting on you rappers
I don't see nobody better than
The gang be coming up
I kill them all for just for adrenaline
Kicking in your door, I do not wait for you to lemme in
Yeah

Keep that .45 tucked by gut
Oh fuck, Imma come and dust a mothafucka up
I ain't talkin just to talk
Because that shit ain't adding up
Right now I feel like giving up
But do I really give a fuck
Yeah

Imma soldier, keep my head low
Grinding till I make it
And I put that on my dead folks
Surrender control of all the things that I can't let go
Feeling like the devil
I don't see a fucking halo
Yeah

I pull with the fucking choppa, let it bust
Getting everything I want
Got me feeling like the One
If he really wanna problem, Imma smoke him like a blunt
Heard he talking out of pocket
So I got to mitt them up, yeah

Gimme all the racks
Get back or get your skull cracked
Taking what I want
You fucked up, I'm next up
Hellhound Milita
Piped up, so guess what
Kill a mothafucka, dump the body in the aqueduct
Pussy talking all this shit
But he won't ever back it up
Fucking on ya shawty
And I told her ass to back it up
Saying you a goofy when we naked
Then we laugh it up
Dropping off the bodies cause she love to see me rack 'em up

[res]
Red beam, lead piece
Holdup boy, don't test me
Holographic gleam on the sight, what a blessing
I be like a thief in the night while you resting
I remove the peace from your life, now you stressing

Glockboi, don't make me put the beam on it
Hopping out the Scatty Pack, ain't nothing but a thing homie
I keep circle very small, ain't nothin less my team on it
Chopper seem to chop them up, I let that fucker ring, woadie

I could keep it old school
Holdup Imma cock back
Thought a nigga told you
Roll up and I cop that
I be sipping soju
Pour it, Imma toss back
Imma keep it loaded in my holy water bloodbath
All my niggas rolling, got them smoking on a opp pack
I be like a soldier when I'm loading up for combat
I need mental closure, I'm still open on the contract
I got flow pneumonia, I be cold it ain't no contest
What a nigga want, huh?!
Bullet through his spleen, hoe
Watch a nigga dump once, he can't hit a thing though
All she want is tough love, I can't feel a thing, hoe
I might cut him, and leave him rotting on the bottom of the sea floor

out on all platforms

ak3k x do not resurrect - nuclear winter (prod. rose)

Witchouse 40k - HOBGOBLIN (2022)
Produced by: GHXST x ³³marrow)
Mixed by: ³³marrow

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://youtu.be/Z0J5T4b9hn0

Lyrics:
—
(Hook)
8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

(Verse)
Forty always feenin, I'm a demon out the box
Devil up on my shoulder, leave em coughing till they rot
Pullup Im gon bring the problem to the muhfuckin block
New strap with a dot, run up on em he get knocked

Pullup wit a glock, bump stock for the ops
Real talk, muhfucka, bullets take away his thoughts
Actin so soft, so I had to cut em off, got the mind up on the money I could never take a loss

Forty alone, where they at
Glock on my body, no rats and 
I bag em, no cap cap cap
yuh
Slasher his clique, he ain’t bout that
Holes in his lung make em gasp
Nova they back, burn em up like the sun
We gon run through they home, cuz I came up from nuttin 
Broke out the bottom, was raised on the run, I won’t ever look back, all my scars turning numb

Police on me, run off like a rabbit, im gon eat it flush it, here you want it? Have it.
Flip the mattress, ion know what happened? "No your honor sorry, I got sober habits" 
Witchy lurkin, all these artist actin, I came out the dungeon, got my mamas baggage
Bring out the ghosts from his past, hold a grudge like a movie, I’m creepin all up in his attic

I got a gun, Lil forty gon run up, I’m charged like a battery bout all the static
I see his chain I’m gon grab it, I’m upping his budget, he broke like he pay me in taxes
Bitch try and play me, I nut on her face and I call up and tell all her exes she average
I got a Glock with a scope, put a shot through your throat, leave em coughing up heat like a dragon

(Hook)
8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

Roof Roof

HOBGOBLIN (prod. GHXST x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Witchouse 40k x CYBERDRIP$ - NOCTURNAL (prod. CYBERDRIP$)

Mix and master by CYBERDRIP$
Art by Witchoise 40k

Official Music Video:
https://youtu.be/yKdwH_UbO00

Lyrics:

Aye slide, bitch
Look, look..
Double H M in this bitch

(Cyber)
Been knocking at yo door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin cash go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up they gone shoot
Pull off, it’s dark, I’m masked again 
Blunt smoke turned to ash again 
Watch out, watch out, don’t worship him 
Came up from the mud, arose again 

(Witch)
Pa pa pack up on me, keep a Glock around it
Bout my business, money on me countin
From the bottom, came up out the coffin
All these pussies talking, but they never bout it
Hands on yo jaw, leave em toothless
Keep that Glock on me, knock out his tooth quick
Crop his crew from the picture, they memories fall
When I see em, I’m leaving em lucid
I been stacking up tall
See that bitch in the room, and she give me good brain like a student
Free all my brothers from outta they cell blocks
I stay protected, no scars only bruises
Feel like I’m D. Rose, you know that we shoot quick
I’m back in my zone
I keep me a Glock, I’m not moving alone
I come from the block, had to make it up out, went through hell as a kid, since a jit I been grown
Blech

(Cyber)
Been knocking at yo door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin cash go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up they gone shoot
Pull off, it’s dark, I’m masked again 
Blunt smoke turned to ash again 
Watch out, watch out, don’t worship him 
Came up from the mud, arose again 

(Cyber)
Sitting in the back, put the cash in my back pack 
Ascended to the mass, these mathematics subtract that
Doubled up my digits, im painting pictures to max that
I been in the city been hangin like a bat, yeah
I’m just doing what I shouldn’t  
Came up out the winter, gettin money in the summer, I’m just doing what they coldent 
Do it for my brothers
Shout out to my slimey and my bloody and my cousins 
Get to poppin molly and the blood start rushing 
Listen, 
Came to cope within it 
I’m pulling up window tinted 
Gang tied, co-signed, I ain’t living in limits from all the Lucy I’m licking 
All this paper Im ripping got me looken outside
Wonder where they gone missing
And Imma pray for the truth 
Another body in the river, hemoglobin the room 
Gotta keep a blicky, it ain’t safe on the move 
With my dawgs outside, they gone bark out the coup

(Witch)
Walking with a ghost, forty coming out the cold, from the bottom out the tomb
Pull up with the gang, four five in the coffin
Used to pack it on the bus, and now we hoppin out the coup
Wa wa wa wa Walking with a ghost, forty coming out the cold, from the bottom out the tomb
Pull up with the gang, four five in the coffin
Used to pack it on the bus, and now we hoppin out the coup

(Cyber)
Been knocking at yo door, sending bullets through your roof
You can find me on the block, yeah I been hangin like a noose
Been around the map, been gettin cash go get a clue
Came to run it back, I pull the mask up they gone shoot
Pull off, it’s dark, I’m masked again 
Blunt smoke turned to ash again 
Watch out, watch out, don’t worship him 
Came up from the mud, arose again

Witchouse 40k x CYBERDRIP$ - NOCTURNAL (prod. CYBERDRIP$) (Video in Desc.)

MOBBS RADICAL- GHOSTS OF FUKUSHIMA(PROD. JON LOC)

savage ga$p and kamaara - blood+ 〴⋋_⋌〵 w/ witchouse 40k (prod. novafled and deademane)

KAMAARA, Savage Ga$p, Witchouse 40k, Saliva Grey, 99zed, TWENTYTHREE, Grim Salvo

PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

Haunted House - PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

The Island

MOSSBACK, Saliva Grey - The Island

BAD STRAINS 001
Prod. Klimonglue
747
Lyrics:
Coming from the mud to a motherfucking garbage can
Choppa with a scope got me feelin like the taliban
Turn em to a ghost, like it’s motherfukin Pacman
Cuttin on some dope,  and smokin on some Pakistan/
Always got a mask, and I always leave your pockets broke
I ain’t ever ask, shawty always wanna top me though
I ain’t give her cash, if she want it imma block the hoe
I ain’t ever cap, hitchu wita blicka blocka smoke/
Blicka blocka knockin with the choppa on your coffin door
I ain’t kill em I just hit em up and left his collar broke
I ain’t finish, I just got the addy imma hollow you
I got your bitches number, I never finna call her tho/
From da gutter,
Now I’m movin like I’m undercover/
Jacket on my body, hidin everything that’s under
Yeh yeh
Shawty met me now she wanna be my lover, I ain’t love her but told that bish I’m down to go and fuck her/
take ya mother soul
Fitty in the clip it at your brudduh soul
..He ain’t really bout it broker his poker face he fuckin fold
Fuck em though
I ain’t need a hunnid need hunnid more
Vamanos, now I’m shippin in I got some money dough/
Fuck a hoe, imma fly my shawty in from in from mexico
Hella dope, only smokin gasoline like Texaco
Medical, Imma turn a rapper to a vegetable
I’m never eatin bullets, only faygo mixed with hella smoke/
Pullin right up and I’m puttin hunnid round drum it gon plug up yo whip
Pullin right up and I’m putting a hunnid round glizzy it shootin and fuck up yo fit
Bullet gon hit em, I swear I ain’t miss em, or missin my mark, it gon hollow yo ribs
I got a hunnid on me, and the glizzy on me, and i buying the mourgue like a witch
Lil bitch/
(Haha she ain’t a 10 but I swear that she fuckable)

ZIKA! (Prod. Klimonglue)

BAD STRAINS 002
prod. Klimonglue
747

Lyrics:
40k got nobody,
..I ain’t really want no shorty
Only bring twins in the shawty
When I pullup to the party/
If he talkin slick, get bodied
I ain’t with the shits for a hobby
Live my life like the army/
Spiderweb scars crawlin on me
Spiderweb scope on da glocky
Poppin off atcho posse/
Trash gang vest on my body
Put a hunnid hollows in yo artery
We gettin realll/
...Pullup on a pussy block,
Lemme get da Glock
Witchy make the fuckin block hot,
We poppin off
I ain’t fuckin with the ops
Only juggernauts
Shawty wanna gimme top
And so I break her off/
Aye
He wanted smoke got a sedative
aye
I’m packing bong fulls of sediment
aye
I keep a beam on the regiment
Shoot atcho posse im leavin no evidence aye
Aye aye
...Ain’t wearin vetements...
...Only trash on da mask causin exodus...
....cut my ties from the past like my ex and shit...
...I got money now I like to flex a bit.../
Get the fuck out my face bitch you toxic
I got Jesse in da whip we in da cockpit
Fitty drum up in da bottom of da Glock clip
Put some cops up in a coffin, livin lawless
Ah shit
Now we on da hotlist/
..bitch
Yeh you shoulda stayed in college
Rearange, on yo brain like collages
Suck my dick, you bitch, got up off it
Keep a sticky wita stiffy atcho noggin/
Pull up on a pussy block I know he talkin now I roll up to set and leave his body in a coffin
I ain’t ever talkin less you in da gang I aint respondin 
I got so much fuckin haters trade my car out for a carbine 
Grr ba
...Leave pussy rapper coughin
Choppa choppin up his body, lemme put em in da cauldron
Make em fade off, Acog 
Wita green dot
Atcho make up, Aye yuh
Shootchu face off/
Blech
Yeh
Nephilim the set now
I got fitty in da trunk that put his head down
Shawty givin me the eye, she wanna head out
Got dat bitch up on my dick she gimme head now
X2

H1N1! (Prod. Klimonglue)

BAD STRAINS 003
Prod. Klimonglue
747

Lyrics:
Pullup in a ghost, and I leave em as a carcass
Try and take my soul, imma let the poison dart hit
Come up from the cold, I like bitches that are toxic
I got lots of gold, lotsa water I got Shark Drip/
He get shot up,
ain’t no camera this shotgun
Gang on me, I pullup and i leave em playin possum
Mi Casa, do you wanna step into mi bossa 
I hit em wita scar, the opposition fulla goners/
Polygraph all on your fuckin body, make your body ache
Lookin like a doctor wit these tools, I make his body shake
Only time I come up out my room is when I got the kay 
I Smoke em by the pound I fuckin grew you bought another eighth/
Sippin on the the syrup, this a waffle cake
Now I’m feelin gone, ain’t nobody gonna bother me
No we cannot talk, I let the choppa do the conversating
Pullup on yo block, and Imma make his fukin body break/
I don’t ever talk but still I’m movin like I say too much
Ollie down your block, I rip yo pocket, then I’m skatin off
Fuckin on yo bish, she on my dick and then I break her off
Fitty in da clip, if 12 be knockin, I don’t pay em off/
Walk-in down yo block, wita semi in my right hand
Pullup to the party, no Bacardi, only fightin 
Meet me in the lot, I eat yo face up like a titan
Shawty wanna fuck because she like the way I’m shinin/
All these artists hate in me think I give a fuck
..I got money I got butch now I’m really blowin up
..Aye wussup
You bitch, ain’t no rappers pullin up
.. I Just bought yo girl a Patek now yo bitch she roll my blunts aye/
Aye wussup aye
Aye wussup aye
When I see you at my shows I let my nuts hang
Knuckle up aye
Knuckle up aye
Every time I play I show we leaving cuts aye/

SARS! (Prod. Klimonglue)

H A U N T E D ⌖
Silent Hill, born and raised
747 
H H

H1N1! (Prod. Klimonglue)

Witchouse 40k

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