Witchouse 40k x TWENTYTHREE - “APPALACHIA” (prod. Mystxry)

(Official Music Video) - https://youtu.be/PVsVRE6HF1A

Lyrics:

(Witchouse 40k)
Cemetery, past full of ghosts
Pull-up with a blade, with a scope out
Cock back, got my hand up on your chain to your throat
Bitch I’m from the jungle, wheres the smoke at?
Skull crack.. Witchy leaving bullets in they bros
Pullup and I’m dishing them toe tags
A bully of the bandits, imma leave them wit no mask
Got no hands.. smoke a pussy rapper, get blown back
My hands up in his coffin, he not getting his bones back
Aye
Pullup to your addy with the Glock out, 
Fifty in the drum, I squeeze the trigger he get shot down
We pop out
Pulling right up, I see em and I call out,
“Walkin out the coffin I’m about to hold the block down”
Pullup alone, we gon pop up
Best have that two’s on your side when you walk up
Extensions all on me, I’m turning the block around
He want the smoke with the gang, he get shot up

(TWENTYTHREE)
No there’s no time for change, I give no mind to the pain, in the back it’s a stack of decay
I don’t hear the complaints  
Wash it now there’s blood up in the paint 
Fuck it up and see the body shake 
I never needed to relate 
Slowly know I’m headed to the grave 
Only waiting so I find the shade
With a safe and a blade
Run with delay on my brain and I 
Won’t need to work on my aim 
Know they’re talking bout nothing 
Through all the silence I’m hearing the other side see I can tell you he’s bluffing 
No they ain’t do that 
All of the talk on the internet ending with half of him stuck in a blue bag 
I think you knew that
Where is the truth at? 
I need to find a way out of the end I’ve been tying and bringing the noose back, who that?

Witchouse 40k X TWENTYTHREE - APPALACHIA (Video in Desc.)

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.)

GARGOYLE (prod. HEKS x 33marrow)
HHM 747 TRASH

Official Music Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2jSTnqNxJo

Lyrics:
(Hook)
And I'm hoppin out the grave
Catacomb, walking out the coffin, no moon, i been stomping out the rain
Got a bullet in the brain
Pullup out the coffin, no jaw, Jigsaw with the mask up on the face
I ain't ever gon play no games though
Gold up on the fangs, okay okay
Catch a body, make a stain, taking halos
I could never leave a trace, okay okay

Glock forty, bullets spray your body
Feening lately, spiders on me crawling
I got ops watching, but they never got me
Got a demon with me, i aint scared of falling
ROOF
Ridin round robbin all the rich
ROOF
Riding round grimey off rip
ROOF
riding round i been in the mix
ROOF

(Verse)
Scythe in my hand, wipe the blood from blade, i could rip out your soul with it
Chain on me Voodoo, i come for your bones
Hellhound Militia, the ghost and the family
He testing the gang then we leaving em broke
Glock with a scope,
Skeleton boy so the girls on my dick with me always on go
Who want the smoke with me?
Pullup with gang for the throne, you want problems im making em choke

Hole in my chest where my lung is, i cut out my heart and i start to decay
I keep that rot on my body, your bitch said she want me, a zombie she gimme her brain
Walk out the dungeon, i move on your block, keep my hand on your neck, im gon take off your chain
I bought a glock for my mama, my blood stay protected, you know im gon put that on gang
I put the glick to your skully, im cocking it back and your body gon turn to a range
Im with gorillas and villains, we come from the dirt, see the scars, you and me not the same
i send a shot at em often, im never gon lack, I been loading up bodies in graves
Came from the cell fully auto, im hollow, its still free my brothers from outta the cage

Scythe in my hand, wipe the blood from blade, i could rip out your soul with it
Chain on me Voodoo, i come for your bones
Hellhound Militia, the ghost and the family
He testing the gang then we leavin em broke
Glock with a scope, skeleton boy so the girls on my dick with me always on go
Who want the smoke with me
Pullup with gang for the throne, you want problems im making em choke

(Hook)
And im hoppin out the grave
Catacomb, walking out the coffin, no moon, i been stomping out the rain
Got a bullet in the brain
Pullup out the coffin, no jaw, Jigsaw with the mask up on the face
I ain't ever gon play no games though
Gold up on the fangs, okay okay
Catch a body, make a stain, taking halos
I could never leave a trace, okay okay

Glock forty, bullets spray your body
Feening lately, spiders on me crawling
I got ops watching, but they never got me
Got a demon with me, i aint scared of falling
ROOF
Ridin round robbin all the rich
ROOF
Riding round grimey off rip
ROOF
riding round i been in the mix
ROOF
Riding round forty on the wrist
ROOF

GARGOYLE (prod. HEKS x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Witchouse 40k - GRAVEDIGGER
Produced by: NetuH x ³³marrow
Mixed by: ³³marrow

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BRMVAw-2ks

Lyrics: 
I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
Aye
Aye
Aye

I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

Face it, I come out the cold
Haunted from head to the toe
Forty been talkin to ghosts
Pull-up his wheareabouts
Hollows gon make em erode now
Skully got hunnids of holes
They ain’t notice nothin, we makin no sound
Cemetary, forty talk wit the crows
Hop out the coffin, i came from the slaughter
Got pain, Imma shatter yo soul

Don’t get too close
Aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat
Break in the castle, I’m takin your throne
I keep a Glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed
Hop out my coffin, i resurrect slowly
Look in my eyes, see the black in my soul
Bottomless severance, never been lonely
Fuck nobody, I pull up alone

I’m his home with the Glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving em cottonmouth
I’m on the block and I’m poppin out, catch em in traffic we not gonna talk it out
Muhfucka wanna talk heavy, hit em with the heater, now he soft as ice
Bloodsucka, I been coffin ready, like the undead; I ain’t scared to die

Gun to your head
Glock with a beam, I don’t bust at your legs
Forty a demon, I talk with the dead
Skeleton boy, send my ops to me next
Bitch I’m a threat
Forty the best
Shot if he gully, get popped like sum meds
Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess
Piss on your grave I’m gon 
Eyuchhhh

Knocking em out like Suboxone
I’m with the dogs, see his pack, I’m gon air out
Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
I pull up on em, put em in they collar
See the the ops rollin, I got heaters on me, I’m gon end it slowly if he wanna talk
Fifty on me, I’m gon pop it off, and I got targets dropping, I could send a shot

Forty catchin bodies, keep the Glock on my hip
Muhfucka talking stupid, he got popped in his shit
Your wig split, crack and bodies, I leave blood in they spit
I keep that razor wire tucked, I wrap the bat, make em flip flop
Your clique soft, pussy y’all ain’t shit get your bitch shot
Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch
And I don’t fuck wit witnesses, they stories all criss crossed
I grip glocks, pullup spin the block like a pit stop

Im with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

GRAVEDIGGER (prod. NetuH x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Witchouse 40k - LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow)
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
Cover by Istasha the Scrub
747 HHM TRASH

Music Video: https://youtu.be/CH9pPM24k5g

The sky may break & fall when the masses overpower the sun, this is the truest sense of unified destruction. Fueling such a plague is a bounty of vegetation following unusually heavy rains, growth, and abundance. All new living food growth means the landscape can support a huge number of rapidly feeding insects and creatures that thrive in the dark. Together, we swarm.

LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Loveable (Intro)

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- SKULL CRACK!

BLOODBENDER track 03
Official Music Video:

Prod. NetuH
747 HHM TRASH GANG

RAGNAROK [prod. NetuH]

PROD NETUH
MIX AND MASTER BY TUMAGGZ

LYRICS: 
feels like im falling
the graveyard im crawling
stars started burning the
universe planets are turning
im - hurting
but they think im joking
i cut them off slowly
hell hound militia the chosen

ay
ride around town robbing graves
warlord written right across the mask upon my face
how you gonna talk when you bodied in the rain
crack you and ya bloody now we lookin atchya brain




I FUCK HER SLOW
DEEP WITH MY HAND ON HER THROAT
SPIT on me LOVE IT NEED MOE
PUT A SPELL ON ME BLOCKING MY SOUL
I LOVE A WITCH TO THE DEATH OF ME HOE


POP A COUPLE KETAMINE MIX  IT WITH ALCHEMY
LOSIN ALL MY VISION NOW IM JUMPING OFF THE BALCONY
THATS ASSAULT AND BATTERY
SHOULDA NEVER CAME UP JUST TO CHALLENGE ME
GUESS ITS WHAT IT HAD TO BE UH


feels like im losing my mind i need help
feels like im draining my mana need health
send me a potion to gain me some wealth
how you gon kill me i end it myself


TIP
TOEING OUT THE MOTHA FUCKIN HOUSE SLOW
GET INSIDE MY WHIP AND  HEAR THE RUCKUS OUT MY WINDOW
TATTOOS ON MY SKIN IM WEARING BLACK THAT GOTH SHIT I KNOW
SPIT THAT SHADOW RAP THAT MOTHA FUCKING SUICIDE FLOW


SCREAMING IDONTWANA DIE
SINCE I BEEN ALIVE
I BEEN HOLLOW DEEP INSIDE
WHAT IS RIGHT
WHAT IS MY LIFE
WHEN IS MY TIME
WHEN AM I GONNA RIDE
feels like im losing my mind

They Think I'm Joking (Prod. Netuh)

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

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

SPIDERBLOOD (prod. Zyller x Acid) Dir. KING ZABB
H H M  747  T R A S H
(Music Video): https://youtu.be/ZNW6U31nDmI

Lyrics:
(Hook)
Addy in my conscious so you know I’m gonna pop out
Walking out the coffin I’m about to hold the block down
Pussy rapper talking, I’m about to bring the Glock, saying if you not a killer then your brother getting shot down
*Doo doo doo doo* Lil bitch you getting shot up
Pullup in the coup and I’m about to go and knock it’s top down
Talking like a rat, lil bitch you a cop, when I’m rolling down the block stay inside, it’s a lockdown/
x2
(Verse)
Yeah aye
I’m with the gang, pussy boy talking we taking your chain away/
I’m leaving bullets up inside your throat, if you hang with the ops imma fuck up your day/
Came with a pole on me, I keep his soul on me, give me the smoke all these artists are fake/
Hand on the scope and my eye on the stick if the gangs on the mask I ain’t catching a case/
Big 40k in this bitch shouting “free all my brothers”, got family up inside the cage/
747 I keep all my bandits around me, I only converse with the gang/
He want a feature then he better pay me, if he ain’t on time then that boy isn’t safe/
Ride with a blade on my strap, I ain’t playing o games, pussy boy get the fuck out my face/
I keep that thing out, knocking they tops and I’m shooting his teeth out/
Fuck up his day make his shawty a widow, I shoot out they window and making them spin out/
Open her mouth shawty want me to spit down it, dance on my dick she been pulling the blicks out/
She want a boy with some enemies, I’ve got some enemies, kill em I never get hit now/
Yuh aye
Fuck an imposter, he got that Glock but that boy ain’t no robber/
Dance with the devil I turn to a monster, I lay out the money and make em an offer/
Camo my body, my Glock in my starter/
Ash in my skull, leave my marks on my armor/
I want the smoke, I ain’t scared of no pussy rappers, I’ve been shooting at thugs that go harder/
Bitch where they at? If I’m on the block alone bitch you know I’m always watching my back/
I keep the strap on me, rag on my SKULLY, a gun on my ribs and I doubled the stack/
Click clack, knocking at your body, no cap/
Flip that, walking out the coffin no lack/
Sit back, imma pull the knife up out the pack, put it up inside his throat, he ain’t ever coming back/
(Hook)
Addy in my conscious so you know I’m gonna pop out
Walking out the coffin I’m about to hold the block down
Pussy rapper talking, I’m about to bring the Glock, saying if you not a killer then your brother getting shot down
*Doo doo doo doo* Lil bitch you getting shot up
Pullup in the coup and I’m about to go and knock it’s top down
Talking like a rat, lil bitch you a cop, when I’m rolling down the block stay inside, it’s a lockdown/
x2

SPIDERBLOOD (prod. Zyller & Acid) (Video in Desc.)

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