Sad boy shit idk felt like doing it.

Lyrics:

Bitch I got some rope
I’m hanging it high above my head
Put my neck inside of the hole
And find my purpose when I’m dead
I fed the demons 
The whispers
All of the voices tell me deeper
Yeah I’m crawling deeper in my anguish
Till the pain begins to fade
Nightmares crowding
Cutting on my arm with
Brand new razors from the pack
This shit do not get better
Better than living a merry go ‘round
Id rather die and stay unfound
That’s the way bury the crown
That’s what I’m saying
Put me underneath the ground
Living is agony
Full of catastrophe 
Voices are screaming
I’m losing my apathy
Breathe in the fumes of the
Bodies I’m kindling
Cinders igniting 
Erasing my memories
Get up everyday and wanna sleep
I don’t wanna work
And I don’t even wanna eat
Life is getting boring
Music giving what I need
Lay down in my bed 
And hope that I do not awake
Aye
Scars on my wrist
From the battles I’ve won
With no hope in my mind
This time might be the one
I don’t need help
No I don’t need no therapy
Living is hell and I’m saying that honestly

HANGING ROPE [prod. Undead Ronin]

CANSINO x GULLYSPIT
@luiscansino

Hung Up

Intro:
He's lost himself in the dark swirling abyss
Is He a man or a monster?
God Says Please Dont go to Hell

Verse 1:
smile wide lemme see those fucking pearly whites 
in the city with the rats and little dirty mites
saw tooth on the blade that’s a dirty fight 
big boot to the face that’s a kiss goodnight 
breath deep don’t let that fucking roach die
in my finger tips the ashes covered both sides 
you in her dms and I’m sliding in her throat right 
you carpe diem till they show you where rope tie
now imma need to yall to please shut that fucking mouth 
underground all I see is fucking circus clowns 
need an ounce and some woods 
kick my feet up 
hit me with those eyes
and I know I’m about to beat it up
on that crime wave flow 
I’m on that punishment 
no one better then
line em up and let it spin 
i don’t see the benefit 
your persona secondhand
living on the blacklist
gullyspit is contraband 

wake up 
this is Disneyland with dirty needles
from the terror need a girl who can inhale my evil
big teeth skin mask kerosene rag
hang me on the rack with the other shiny pretty people 

Bridge:
everything is sweating 
everything is burning up 
everything is less than 
everything is dirty cup
everything is fucking piss
everything is rot
everything is bullets 
everything is getting fucking shot

starting running

Verse 2:
evil messages been wrapped up in that bottle
indulging every word 
till it’s exploited like a brothel 
every curve is cut with swords
as bending knees prepare to grovel
the written law is  war
angry hordes are getting hostile 
but that’s not my problem 
I got my head down in the sand my lord
one hundred years of solitude 
to get those fruit in stores
violent heads with busy hands
banana clips and gore 
they can’t trap it in that bottle 
once it’s spoke the word is born 
empty houses 
full of smoke and rotten plaster
every minute I’m awake I’m drifting 
straight towards disaster 
rotten food atop the platters
pills get broken in my body like fracture 
a bullet to my head all thanks to thatcher 
a pound of gold 
for every dead politician on my doorstep
that’s a joke
don’t get your little necks contorted 
train spotting get your spirit
drawn and quartered 
they said focus on your breathing
nevermind the water boarding

THE MACHINES ALREADY DEAD

Hung Up

Hung Up w/Cansino

Gang Wimme w Saliva grey & 99zed

https://youtu.be/5lX3fNQpBhM

Lil bitch
Poison in my veins got it tatted on my wrist
Fuck her in the face while I'm puffin' on a spliff
Blood up on my blade I got blood up on my fit fit fit fit shit
Ion really talk I just show 'em how I live
Heard he wanna box so I broke a couple ribs
Where's your fucking god I got demons in my clique tik tik tik
Whoah, Ion fuck with feds
Never tell 'em what I know
Paint a fucker red then I leave him in the snow
Light a cigarette while your bitch is servin throat throat throat
Oh fuck, Ion wanna talk unless the shit about a buck
Kill a fucking cop drag his body through the mud
Begging me to stop but I love the sight of blood blood blood 
Imma misfit, wait on my shoulders & I told 'em I can't resist it
Loading these bowls up & I'm rollin' a fucking spliff bitch
Syrup in soda til a coma I'm boutta risk it
Sippin' corona & I'm suckin up on yo bitch tits
This shit simple as it gets I'm different
Sippin' henny & twistin' medicine listen
All of that fiction they spittin' missin' no competetion
I'm living devine
Sick in the mind
Gimme the pine
Sippin the whine
Grippin' a 9
Trippin I'm fine
Rippin a line
Feel like I'm dyin
Misery really hittin I really be independent
I feel like my wins are thinnin
Machete I hittem widdit
Now bleed bitch
Mothafuckas wanna talk I tell 'em eat dick
Burnin' rubber burnin' money I don't need shit
Stealin' flow stealin' swag hoe keep it
Lil bitch
Poison in my veins got it tatted on my wrist
Fuck her in the face while I'm puffin' on a spliff
Blood up on my blade I got blood up on my fit fit fit fit shit
Ion really talk I just show 'em how I live
Heard he wanna box so I broke a couple ribs
Where's your fucking god I got demons in my clique tik tik tik
Whoah

JMeekz [Prod. ROMA JONSON] *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

PROD YUNG RIPPER
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: @savagewav

Lyrics:
Pussy mutha fucka wanna talk back 
Gripping the Glock 
and Imma aim where his top at 
Swinging the blade 
Imma take off his top half 
Fully automatic 
and I’m dumping a whole mag 
Leave him face down in the mud 
with a toe tag
Ripping off his face 
& that shit is a new mask
Rolling up a blunt 
& I’m taking a fat drag 
Drive by the opps 
Putting shots in the mini van 
Ughhh

Mask on my face 
For the Underground Taliban 
Steel out the window 
With beams like I’m iron man 
Wish you could see
How they hopped out and fucking ran 
Im always high
And I’m hoping I never land 
I feel so crazy 
When I got a gun in hand 
You can’t escape me 
not even a single chance 
Satanic rituals 
everyone saying chants 
Under the moon
& I’m doing a voodoo dance 
Best look away 
Cuz if not you get in a trance 
I smell the fear in the soul 
Corrupt innocence 
Caught a few bodies 
Was careful with evidence
Bitch I’m 10 toes in
whatever I’m stepping in 
I did some shit In my life you can’t comprehend 
Poison tip bullets 
I feel like a copperhead 
Whipping the V turn around
I see cops ahead 
Fucking with me and 
you’ll end up without a head 
Left in a ditch and get 
thrown in a endless trench 
Feds tryna find me 
so I’m jumping every fence 
Show up in the dark 
for your soul like an enderman 
Lurk in the woods 
Got me feeling like slenderman 
Everyone’s 2 faced 
Im calling em Harvey dent 
Look on my face 
There’s a grin thats so menacing
I lose my mind 
when I stop taking medicine 
Kill for thrill 
cuz I love the adrenaline 
Blood on my blade 
Is just truly so pleasuring

POISON

GULLYSPIT / Na$tii  https://soundcloud.com/gullyspit

ROPE (Prod. By Grave & Na$tii) @GULLYSPIT

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @tumaggz
engineered by TuMaggz

MAUSOLEUM

mix and master by mpain 
@mpainonbeats

NON-PROFIT

lyrics:

look at me baby
passing out on my bed
i js took a fuckin xan
doing drugs all day and youre askin me why am i doing this all over again

tryna stop this pain in my head
i swear i cant write shit anymore
its never different and its breaking my core
dont know how to put my feelings
in my mofuckin lyrics
i cant fix dis
never filling my expectations
askin myself a million questions
waitin for an answer with no patience
telling you im going places but youre keeping your distance

see you ignoring my existence
see myself begging for ur kisses
see myself changing faces
bipolar misfit
theme changing lyricist
tellin myself that im a dipshit
convincing that its legit
going livid
now gotta throw my feelings in the bin
never gonna let my hate win
yeah never listenin to what im sayin

baby im all up in the ocean
killing it at an another session
puffin as im makin my motion
no caution cuz this how i be copin
prayin to the sky i dont even know why im hopin
yeah ima be walkin
knowing you wont be watching
changing drugs like medication
and no its not prescription
baby im just seekin for ur affection

medication (prod. DEAD RISE)

i feel it coursing through my veins
i think you want me dead 
i’ll find comfort in my shame
leave me to rot instead
there’s something off with how you kiss me
you’re still in my bed
ill kill myself when ur not with me
you still haunt my head

gut fulla lean, gon tweak out
dropped 3 bars might slump for a week now
cut my wrists but i’m in too deep now 
no turning back it’s a one way street down 
gut fulla lean, gon tweak out
dropped 3 bars might slump for a week now
cut my wrists but i’m in too deep now 
no turning back it’s a one way street down 

there’s no going back
watch it fade to black
dope sick with a maniac

i feel it coursing through my veins
you said you want me dead 
ill kill myself when ur not with me
is this what you meant

gut fulla lean, gon tweak out
dropped 3 bars might slump for a week now
cut my wrists but i’m in too deep now 
no turning back it’s a one way street down 
gut fulla lean, gon tweak out
dropped 3 bars might slump for a week now
cut my wrists but i’m in too deep now 
no turning back it’s a one way street down 

there’s no going back
watch it fade to black
dope sick with a maniac

ROPE (Prod. By Grave & Na$tii) @GULLYSPIT

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