Driponomics

Driponomics (feat. Mother Maryrose)

fuck off. 999

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Bone Collector

Produced by JPEGMAFIA
Written by JPEGMAFIA, Freaky & Alex Goldblatt
Mix Engineer: JPEGMAFIA
Mastering Engineer: by Dale Becker
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https://youtu.be/iStiV1eBiV8?si=JMA1y2iBgPuOcylq

don't rely on other men

She Said No

Atrocity Exhibition

Ain't it Funny

New single, bih

Prod: Fallen.Into x AFK
Mixed: Fallen.Into x TK
Mastered: TK

Hop out the whip
we wit the shits
spendin a grip
fuck and I dip

call up the plug 
blow down a zip
hand on my hip
I give her tip 
you know what happen you fuck with the clique
you not a friend you a son of a bitch
pussy nigga and he prolly a snitch
I get the top while I'm playin my switch

yuh

wait,
hol up
cold like frozone when I roll up

ooh,
back up,
giddy up lil boy get ya racks up

I don't 
play
dreadhead like a rasta 
masta, high classa
and I'm juggin to pay off my fafsa

afk bitch, 
we ain't nun to play wit
you niggas on the same shit
My chick bad yours basic

it's fuck all that lame shit
you broke I get paid, bitch
you give up like a ragequit
this just day to day shit

You ain't never catching me lackin,
I run it up like a track meet
bitch im possessive like cappy
I just make it look like I'm happy

Calm down that's a good one
I ain't eatin as much as I should bruh
I got problems they follow and haunt me
but I'm pullin honeys like a drawstring

yeah, bitch
yeah, bitch 
yeah, bitch
yeah, bitch

afk wit the shits
yuh we really wit the shits

yeah, bitch
yeah, bitch
yeah, bitch
yeah, bitch

I space out like mass effect
get hard when I cash a check

take yo shawty and yo nigga same night now that's a flex
fuck and then I pass her back 
smoke so much can't recollect

if I see kavanaugh, ima have to be direct
put the choppa to his neck
catch a case, hit a lick 

Hop out the whip
we wit the shits
spendin a grip
fuck and I dip

call up the plug
blow down a zip
hand on my hip
I give her tip 
you know what happen you fuck with the clique
you not a friend you a son of a bitch
pussy nigga and he prolly a snitch
I get the top while I'm playin my switch

yuh

wait,
hol up
cold like frozone when I roll up

ooh,
back up,
giddy up lil boy get ya racks up

I don't 
play
dreadhead like a rasta 
masta, high classa
and I'm juggin to pay off my fafsa

TYPHOID.exe

HATE YOU

HATE YOU (feat. JPEGMAFIA)

Written by Ho99o9 & JPEGMAFIA 
Production - Lil Booth

Cyber Warfare

Simon Phoenix ( feat. JPEGMAFIA ) [error]

There Existed an Addiction to Blood

La Mala Ordina (feat. The Rita, Elcamino & Benny The Butcher)

Visions of Bodies Being Burned

Say the Name

Looking Like Meat (feat. Ho99o9)

Ho99o9 (horror) - An unauthorized biography
The first spores of Ho99o9 were identified by the CDC’s infectious disease unit
in the outsourced offices of purgatory that are peppered all throughout New
Jersey in places like Linden, Elizabeth and Newark.
There was only legend until cultures were collected. Once told as a cautionary
tale of two neighborhood kids, their story mutated into a reflection on the
horrors of the society that produced them. What happened between those
early days in the neighborhood and the present day is often debated.
theOGM (Jean) & Yeti Bones (Eaddy) are certainly a product of their early
environment. There weren’t any fields or even much grass for a kid to play on.
Gardens were made of concrete and a reality sustained only by dreams of
places where the train tracks went.
Eaddy’s Pops brought Motown and the militancy of the armed forces into
Eaddy’s sometimes rigid and uncompromising basic training for life. Pops was
hard because hard makes leaders in the human chain of command. And Jean
was always there in the street level offices of Chris Christie’s “small
government” purgatory in the defunded, decommissioned and deconstructed
district of Linden New Jersey. Jean knew when Trump’s future fuc boi and
every other neo-con said “small government” what they really meant was
“Fuck you nigg…”
Style was lacking but what Jean’s Pops was packing into his ear speakers stayed
embedded in Jean’s mind - The sounds of Haitian Kompa sung by Sweet Micky
(Michael Martely). The bizarre behavior and non-conformist styles of a Haitian
icon caught Jean’s eyes and ears back then and once again now with Micky
recently rising to become president of Haiti. Thieves and liars giving way to an
influential artist elected to rebuild a crumbling nation? Noted.
Jean and Eaddy kept lampin in overlapping circles of connected streets,
bordering cities and shuffled between under funded public schools. The sounds
on Hot 97 filled blank tapes with Bone Thugs, Busta, Onyx, Lil Jon and Missy
Elliott. Mental hard-drive uploads with flow served to drive them to finally
jump on that train to see what else was out there and what they found
changed them irrevocably.
Eaddy began branching out, bringing hardcore like Bad Brains back home with
him. The pair didn’t know it at the time but the resulting amalgamation they
brought back was the Deathkult. They were armed only with a pawn shop
sampler and the power to influence.
Born to lose in Jersey, reborn in NYC and subsequently reimagined 999.
Rewired to spread a promise for the next emancipation from time. The gospel,
the vibration, hardcore punk, rage and rhyme - theOGM and Yeti Bones emerge
transformed into weapons of mass expression and the spectacle known today
only as Ho99o9 (horror).
Then just like that, Ho99o9 vanished from the east coast, allegedly recruited
into a beat laboratory in Los Angeles. They baptized in blood and emerged
wrapped in a sound that had not yet been heard.
A congregation gathered in a scene of like-minded mutants and L.A. quickly
became the HQ of Ho99o9. More minions manifest with Horror spores started
spreading all throughout North America and the European Union - a pandemic
of fools gettin' woke as the fringe becomes the majority and we recall the
prophecy of Sweet Micky.
And Today - a new nation rises to smash the guise of the god-head. A deity-less
religion of our collective humanity, neither divine, nor wicked, led only by the
march of the Deathkult and delivered by its soldiers - theOGM and Yeti Bones in
their United States of Horror*.