SOUR STEP | ft.CHRISTFUX | prod.COHKANE

LYRICS:

got ur shit on lock ay
bitch u out of luck ay
try to win bitch
i say wtf, ay [2x]

bitch i got the mfckn gun im about to shoot you
why you running? you aint bulletproof!
shoot your up and run off with your fucking loot
i aint asking questions bitch, this aint Kahoot

rappel from the buliding, secrure the premises
bitch u wish
lock onto your fucking skull, i dont need no aim assist
watch me lurk in the shadows, watch me hide in the mist
man down, from the snipers nest

bitch u gotta know that u messing with best 
come up with my tank, put your body to the test
all u mfs sound the same, i aint like the rest
bitch doing the race alone, he still finish last

blow ur body to fucking pieces with my RPG
so much blood everywhere, i can't even see
bro trynna step to me i was like really
if u come too close i'll stain your mf tee

rip your flesh off your bones, we boutta have a feast
cook ur meat real good, eat it up like a cannibal, to say the least
aint no wrth cleansing ur soul, aint no worth finding a priest
and dont worry about ur family, they are already deceased

got ur shit on lock ay
bitch u out of luck ay
try to win bitch
i say wtf, ay [4x]

NECRO TALES

ON LOCK

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FUVK IT
IM FINNA GO OFF IN THIS BITCH AND I
BUST IN
IMMA FUVK UP ANYBODY IN THIS 
FUNCTION
WALKIN ROUND HELLA TALKIN ALL THAT
FUVK SHIT 

FUVK THIS 
YOU NEVER GONNA CATCH ME ON THAT
DUMB SHIT
AND IM NEVER FUVKIN WIT ANOTHER
DUMB BITCH
ION WANT YOUR EXTRA FUVKIN BULLSHIT

SHE SAID SHE WANNA SEE MY 
ANACONDA
SHAWTY GOT DOWN IN THE BACK SEAT OF MY HONDA
AND YOU KNOW SHE GOT THAT HELLA 
BIG ROMPA
YEAH THAT’S WHY THEY CALLIN ME 
BIG POPPA

HUH

YOU FUVKERS 
TOXIC
AND I DONT GOT NO MOTHER FUVKIN 
OPTION
SPLATTER BRAINS UP ON THE WALL
AND LEAVE THE OPPS DEAD
CHRONIC WHAT IM COUGHIN
IM NOT FUVKIN STOPPIN
YOU FUVKERS 
TOXIC
AND I DONT GOT NO MOTHER FUVKIN 
OPTION
SPLATTER BRAINS UP ON THE WALL
AND LEAVE THE OPPS DEAD
CHRONIC WHAT IM COUGHIN
IM NOT FUVKIN STOPPIN

SHE SAID SHE WANNA SEE MY 
ANACONDA
SHAWTY GOT DOWN IN THE BACK SEAT OF MY HONDA
AND YOU KNOW SHE GOT THAT HELLA 
BIG ROMPA
YEAH THAT’S WHY THEY CALLIN ME 
BIG POPPA

FUVK IT
IM FINNA GO OFF IN THIS BITCH AND I
BUST IN
IMMA FUVK UP ANYBODY IN THIS 
FUNCTION
WALKIN ROUND HELLA TALKIN ALL THAT
FUVK SHIT 
YUH
AYYY

BIG POPPA (PROD. ROMA JONSON)

i have scars on my skin
cover by me :)
prod by: michael harrison
lyrics:

i miss the days
when i wasn't bleeding
when all the scars
on my arms were gone
when they were gone
(blood)
dripping down my leg
i'm dead
nowhere to recover
me
i'm already gone
i can't escape

please me escape
this hellhole
i tried
climb out
but my
arms can't take it

(i can feel your skin)
(it's warm)
(and delectible)
(i can almost taste it)
(i can see you)

scars [prod. michael harrison]

(PROD. UNSCARED)


justice for eris 


LINK TO EVERYTHING:
https://linktr.ee/listenable

INSTAGRAM: 
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LYRICS: 

Wrists are split need novocaine
You think I’m sick we’re all the same
Lynch a pussy slit her throat 
Drown in blood and make her choke

Death to all of them
Death to all your bullshit
Death wifi not working 
I’ll rip off your head

Shoot him, I kill witnesses 
I Talk for fun then finish this
I cut my legs to feel some shit
My pill addiction kicking in 

Get up of my dick 
Hate me but bump my shit
Smith and Wesson my new bitch
blow me off if I got an itch

Sick of this never enough living not for me 
But built different fucking tough 
Roll a blunt or two I’m stoned as fuck 

Fuck it all it’s live and die
Done with you and all your lies
I’ll die if I ever want to 
That’s my life
I won’t waste my time

ERIS

[prod. @mxnty444]

[Intro]
Hahaha, yuh, yuh
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh
Aye, right, aye, okay
No, okay, wrong

[Verse 1]
Give them all grief when I run through the maze cause I never look back on the darkest days (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Really big nigga but I'm fly with the pace
Still the same dawg with those barks in your face (alright)
Leveled up, writing been too easy
Like I got a SMG in my face
All black fit with horns, that's me B
Feel like I'm back in my ego rap phase
No, I can never go back (no, no)
No, keep that grip in the pack (no, no)
No, Smoke always been in the stack (no)
Now I'm popping off like I'm springing beartraps

[Pre-Chorus]
I go in cause I'm harder now than ever
I been putting in the work for what been feeling like forever

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm bossed up
Suck my dick!, Suck my-, Suck my-, Suck my dick, Bitch!
Suck my-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Suck my dick! Yeah!
Yeah, get on top of me! me! me! me! me! me!
Never felt so fucking free
You could never feel like me

[Verse 2]
Gift them grief, yeah, that's what they deserve (fuck)
I been carrying this game and now my knees hurt (bitch)
Proper form, yeah
Remove you from yourself (fuck you)
Still can't pick a door, yeah (fuck you)
Grab that iron off the shelf
(Chyah) I'm livid, oppressed, depressed but I dress well (yuh, yuh)
Touch my girl, put holes in your T-shirt
Pama and weed mixed with me won't mix swell (what?)
Bound to fell off the sides of this earth
They feel me but they really can't relate
Can't touch this style I kept in the gate
Feel yourself lumped in with the fakes?
Now I'm popping off and I'm leaving them hate (what?)

[Pre-Chorus]
I go in cause I'm harder now than ever
I been putting in the work for what been feeling like forever

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm bossed up
Suck my dick!, Suck my-, Suck my-, Suck my dick, Bitch!
Suck my-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Su-, Suck my dick!
Yeah, get on top of me! me! me! me! me! me!
Never felt so fucking free
You could never feel like me


Mxnty:
https://www.instagram.com/prod.mxnty/
https://soundcloud.com/mxnty444

my links;
https://linktr.ee/SmokeBomb

FEEL YOURSELF.

FEEL YOURSELF. [Prod. Mxnty]

art by @youngnauseuos
rip to the best dog I could've ever asked for

TIME (PROD. BRONK)

LACK OF REMORSE (ALLYN x C80 x STYX) [Prod. withthefuckinveno]

The tale of a man not knowing how to love nor receive it, but is willing to do everything in his power to learn...enjoy.




Ik this cruel world...I will live by its means for now...until it is mines.

Lyrics 

Verse: I've been searching for a while just to figure out what's wrong.  Please tell me why I'm like this, why can't I get along?

What has caused me this hell? Why am I overwhelmed? Will I ever prevail? Or is it up to someone else? 

Please I will do whats right.  I will try to comply. Just believe in the lie. Or surely you will die×2

Hook: What is this fuckin curse that plagues my soul? To where will I run? Oh where will I go? ×2

Verse: I stand here...broken before you, don't stay here...run my darling.×2

Bridge: What has caused me this hell? Why am I overwhelmed? Will I ever prevail? Or is it up to someone else? 

Hook: What is this fuckin curse that plagues my soul? To where will I run? Oh where will I go? ×2


The Curse Of Knowledge

The tale of a man not knowing how to love nor receive it, but is willing to do everything in his power to learn...enjoy.

I'll climb until my fingers fall off...will you climb with me?

Lyrics 


Verse: Mountains of problems behind my eyes , don't wanna suffer alone this time. I've already fallen for your lies. You don't wanna know what its like to die ×2

Hook: Hold me close to you, and don't let go. Hide me from the truth,  your love is so fuckin false. I need all of you, I crave your soul. My mind's not bullet proof, so take your gun...


Revo : maybe it’s just a fantasy 
a distant dream, a memory 
i don’t know what to believe
but if i feel i know its real

so take my hand and fly away
won’t feel the pain another day
maybe there’s another way
to get by, we get high
to numb what’s there inside
i can’t decide
just feel alive again
take my hand my friend
and we won’t die in vain


Hook: Hold me close to you, and don't let go. Hide me from the truth,  your love is so fuckin false...

Mountains w/ revo-suicide

Van Called Karma is a hook-heavy pop-punk snapshot of late nights turning into lifelines: quarter-life detours, city escapes, real friends over performative ones, and love that survives distance. Big choruses, bright guitars, gang vocals—parking-lot energy pressed to wax. It ends where every good set does: we make it to the bridge, together.

The Curse Of Knowledge

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