tryhard v2

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)

SPIDERBLOOD 2: ROTTEN
Prod. Xerogi x 33marrow
747  HHM  T R A S H

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/5tuGUqkoR6k

Lyrics:
(Hook)
Nuke 'em out the coffin, I'm abouta cause a fallout
Blicky in the pocket, send a rocket through 'em, fall down
Hole up in his body, 40 hit 'em with a shot, Witchy running outta ops and so I guess I'm going all out
I got lots of gold in my pocket, we could ball out
Hopping out the dungeon, to the top we never stop now
Water on my cuban, now my throat begin to rot, getting money like a scholar only difference imma dropout
yuh
x2
(verse)
Big body foreign, windows tinted for the sun
40 on the block, I'm walking Glocky in the trunks
Coming up out the bottom, now we steady up the funds, all these artists on my dick been heavy looking like my sons
Hate me, Ion hate it, but they say I'm going dumb with it
Talking on the gang then 40 taking out they tongues
Hitting 'em with the laser, keep a switch up on the gun, catch em running out the back I'm in the attic like the grudge
Aye
Pop-out with the gang to your whereabouts, I'm coming out the muhfuckin mud, bitch I pull-up to the cut
Ive got lots of ghosts in the coffin, Witchy itching' I got spiders in my blood, bitch
Hit 'em with a drum clip, bullets through his lungs
Choppa get to talking, hallows knocking out his guts
Get back, let it bang on em, smoking opposition Backwoods, 40 roll up leave em looking like a Dutch
Cock back, take his name, I'm gon leave em on the run from the Witch, I'm a bad muhfucka, Im a God in this bitch
Glock with a stick turn your block into Swiss, you a pussy hit the coffin send a shot through his ribs
Talking like they with it, now they barking like a bitch, boy
Artists acting faker than the gold up on they neck
Pull-up to your city with a vest, looking like a vet, heard he coming to my spot that's a bet
Aight
Pull-up hit 'em with the Molly, now his nose drips
Ive been summoned from the bottom where the ghost lives
All these rappers acting pussy, on they hoe shit
Stand up in the way, on the gang, leave 'em hopeless
See his addy when it drops imma close-in, two twin Glocks spin the block, never noticed
Knock his skully, I'm gon leave they body broken, talking on my name 40 bringing all the smoke in
Aye
Knock his skully, I'm gon leave they body broken, talking on my name 40 bringing all the smoke in
Im gon
Im gon
Im gon
Im gon take that, uh
Hands on yo chain, I'm gon break that off
Came up from nothin, I'm raised bad, gang tats, mask on my face where the case at, now I'm gon aim with the Glock, knock his face back, uh
Sights through your vest, where the Jakes at, uh
Ice through my heart, I'm gon lace that, hate that, snatch out your soul with no take-backs, I keep my hands on your bitch, I'm gon take that, uh
(Hook)
Nuke 'em out the coffin, I'm about to cause a fallout
Blicky in the pocket, send a rocket through 'em, fall down
Hole up in his body, 40 hit 'em with a shot, Witchy running outta ops and so I guess I'm going all out
I got lots of gold in my pocket, we could ball out
Hopping out the dungeon, to the top we never stop now
Water on my cuban, now my throat begin to rot, getting money like a scholar only difference imma dropout
Blech
x2

SPIDERBLOOD 2: ROTTEN (prod. Xerogi x ³³marrow) (Video in desc.)

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.)

Beauty

@hell_usa
Engineered/Mixed/Mastered by @tumaggz

JMattson:
Backwood gutz on the island in the kitchen you about to blow my high so mothafucka quit your bitchin 

Back on up bitch I’m violent in the pit and I don’t really give a shit I swing at anything in vision imma get em 

Gotta stay persistent listen you are not in no type of position 
to tell me to gentrify the lyrics that I’m spitting I don’t need opinions I don’t need to fit in

I just a need a mothafuckin spliff

Big dope why you smoke mid?

You know I’m a fiend the green like a crackhead tryna find a mofucking fix suck a mofuckin dick if you hate me don’t mistake me for them other motherfuckers in this lame scene @goth_yung ass @animepapi motherfuckers hitting up these bitches knowing that they under 18

You fucked up 

Double h m walk in and get it lit we bring the ruckus 

All of my brothas with the fuckin shit no one can touch us 

Puffin extendo blunts don’t give no fucks I got my bucks up 


Witchouse 40k:

Lemme pull up on yo block, for da damn fade tho

I might pull up to yo block, wita damn drako 

40 diamonds on my neck, Now I got the pesos

Grippin on the bayonet, till the fuckin blade gone

Shorty suckin suckin on my cock like a damn vape

If he talkin down on me, kill em off like django 

When these rappers fall asleep, then Imma take they chain

I’m a turn another function to fuckin face off

I might pullup wita blade strap

I might pull up w the chains, and my nails black

Got me smellin loud from da ounce in my backpack, double ziplocd, but the 12 on my mindset

And my mindset, I don’t wanna talk about it

Motherfuckers all up on my dick, I keep a glock around it

Holding all my pain up in my coffin, wita lock around it

Find me all alone I got a body with some chalk around it

Leave yo gang up, hanged up, from a tree trunk

Got em blades tucked, face cuts, stinging from da rust

Never change up, bitch I’m from the mother fukin dust

Got my pay up, now I never struggle for the bucks

Alien Blood (Prod. Subtry)

MIXXXXXXXXXED BY MANGO: @kidmangx
amv: https://youtu.be/k1sYDtD2Ibk
spotify, apple music itunes, etc: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/donotresurrect/phantom-primus

lyrics:
res with the lead, got the hot shit comin
ima threat, never fret, ima dropkick fuckers
tec on my left, make you drop dead
ima make a killing, i get it and then i pop bands on em
blade in my pocket, keep a toolie by my waist side
shame you a copy and i do this just to waste time 
ima need a millie in advance, make her do a little dance
tell her come on over, grab her by the waistline 
im a fuckin villain, nuts too big so fuck you prick
i clutch two grips , then unload, so duck you bitch
you unimpressed with resurrect, then you can suck two dicks
and then I'm hackin up your lungs like all the blunts you hit
its untrue bitch, you think that i won't grab a blade
then slash and blame this shit all on my scatterbrain 
i'll bash your face then laugh at every track you make
you're really only half a man, wait, i mean half a lame
i slide on that nigga with hella hittas, deaded triggers
i pull that shit, lead delivered through yo liver
im dead again, best of wishes to you bitches
i said it, extended clips'll push your wigs in
no effort, im well equipped with extra issues
i'll spell it out, extra kids with extra tissues
irrelevant, send a missile through your spirit
i bet you ain't near a nigga as parasitic, you bitches

phantom primus (prod. negative)

Track 01
Produced by Neighbour
747
How do you think the world will end? I think rain.

40 Years of Rain

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)

EGODEAT (prod. KLIMONGLUE)
747 HHM NEPHILIM TRASH
ACAB KILL 2020 
Official music video: 
lyrics:
50 drum, glozzy cocking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sun kissed
wussup, said he want it so we smoke em up
eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist/
put my fist up in your bitch,
shawty said she love that shit,
now we smoking out the zip, we rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a dick on em, I'm never gonna miss,
caught some bodies playing victim, way I'm always in the mix.
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up,
40 bricks im bout to flip i lost my job don't give a shit, bitch
yellow diamonds look like piss, i be chopping all these snakes up you gon finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank, no need to count that shit
i fell in love with money so im always out here counting it
all these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering, i pull up on your block and leave a pussy rapper counterfeit,
lil bitch, where the money at? i know you're out here housing it, i never play with killers you a pussy and you're proud of it,
pillaging up your villa i go bump in the night, .45/5 with the potato to cut the sound of it/
cock back and i bang, click clack and i paint, smoke gas by the day, flak jacket in the bank, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make em levitate, i aint got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight. no we cannot talk to much i never wanna converse
never switching lanes cu all these rappers wanna follow me, twenty in my pocket rocket shooting harmonies, fuckin on your bitch i want her soul ut gave her heart to me, put lead up in your arteries/
i got shooters who got get you on the low, yeh
i got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, yeh
smoke so much that i can never find my phone, i might just buy another one i might just stay the fuck alone, yeh

EGODEATH! (Video in Desc)

BLOODBENDER track 04
prod. NetuH
747 HHM TRASH GANG

RATS! [prod. NetuH]

Mix and Master By Tumaggz
Prod Yung Zodiacc
feat https://soundcloud.com/hell_usa

Throat Taste Blood (Ft. Witchouse40k) (Prod. Yung Zodiacc)

I CAN SHOW YOU HOW YOUR NIGHTMARES END
@coaastgxd and @kidsmile
Produced by @neuthbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

Lyrics
Swerved too sharp and I hit the ditch
Fucked up my face
but I curved the pigs
I Untucked the case and threw it in the pit
Whats a little mud when you're knee deep in shit?
Ándale, Ándale mamacita
Gotta move the body 'fore the rot sets in
Some would say Coaasty, the Reaper, the hopeless
Can show you the way that your nightmares end
You must be fucked think you finna win
Lucky I took all my medicine
Shift in pigment wheres the melanin?
Devil knocking better let em in

Run up, Sun down
One up, Run down
Nut up, Come down
Sun up, you're done now

Let go 
Ive lost control of my mental
Back off of my halo
We both know I am no angel
I am just a ghost 
I will destroy all my foes
If you are my enemy you catch the draco
The dead want me dead so i stay on the Lay low
You can get slaughtered and sunk 
case closed 

What do you want from me
Imma kill you all and make the new red
Sea 
I will never stop until humanity bleeds
Sickness rules the earth and you are
All plagued with greed
get back imma burn em

I Can Show You How Your Nightmares End

I Can Show You How Your Nightmares End w/ 7vxn [Prod. Netuh]

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

40 Years of Rain

Witchouse 40k

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