rape pimp worshipers, and bragging? Well now a days that's hawt

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lyrics:

[ak]
When I break a bitch
I never leave the evidence
Shitting on you rappers
I don't see nobody better than
The gang be coming up
I kill them all for just for adrenaline
Kicking in your door, I do not wait for you to lemme in
Yeah

Keep that .45 tucked by gut
Oh fuck, Imma come and dust a mothafucka up
I ain't talkin just to talk
Because that shit ain't adding up
Right now I feel like giving up
But do I really give a fuck
Yeah

Imma soldier, keep my head low
Grinding till I make it
And I put that on my dead folks
Surrender control of all the things that I can't let go
Feeling like the devil
I don't see a fucking halo
Yeah

I pull with the fucking choppa, let it bust
Getting everything I want
Got me feeling like the One
If he really wanna problem, Imma smoke him like a blunt
Heard he talking out of pocket
So I got to mitt them up, yeah

Gimme all the racks
Get back or get your skull cracked
Taking what I want
You fucked up, I'm next up
Hellhound Milita
Piped up, so guess what
Kill a mothafucka, dump the body in the aqueduct
Pussy talking all this shit
But he won't ever back it up
Fucking on ya shawty
And I told her ass to back it up
Saying you a goofy when we naked
Then we laugh it up
Dropping off the bodies cause she love to see me rack 'em up

[res]
Red beam, lead piece
Holdup boy, don't test me
Holographic gleam on the sight, what a blessing
I be like a thief in the night while you resting
I remove the peace from your life, now you stressing

Glockboi, don't make me put the beam on it
Hopping out the Scatty Pack, ain't nothing but a thing homie
I keep circle very small, ain't nothin less my team on it
Chopper seem to chop them up, I let that fucker ring, woadie

I could keep it old school
Holdup Imma cock back
Thought a nigga told you
Roll up and I cop that
I be sipping soju
Pour it, Imma toss back
Imma keep it loaded in my holy water bloodbath
All my niggas rolling, got them smoking on a opp pack
I be like a soldier when I'm loading up for combat
I need mental closure, I'm still open on the contract
I got flow pneumonia, I be cold it ain't no contest
What a nigga want, huh?!
Bullet through his spleen, hoe
Watch a nigga dump once, he can't hit a thing though
All she want is tough love, I can't feel a thing, hoe
I might cut him, and leave him rotting on the bottom of the sea floor

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ak3k x do not resurrect - nuclear winter (prod. rose)

Maniac

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Produced by Yung Scott & Binxx 

Artwork by Yung Scott

Flatline

Flatline ft. Yung Scott & Binxx

AMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oI5RAPxEcSM

ART @paystrup
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Ｓｃａｌｅ＄:
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PRODUCED BY JORDAN
VOCALS/WRITING BY SCALE$

[ＬＹＲＩＣＳ]　乙依宛

(hook)
what bitch? yeah im always on that fuck shit
always on that i don wanna talk and i dont love bitch
fuck this... i dont even wanna fuck bitch 
suck dick... then that pistol make you run quick

UHHH SHIT
YEAH I GOT A WHOLE DRUM BITCH
GUT A HOLE IN YO LIL CUNT 
IMA SUS BITCH
FUCK ON YO BITCH 
MAKE YOU WATCH YOU A CUCK BITCH
GIVIN YOU THE MIDDLE FINGER WHILE 
YOU FILMIN OH SHIT

(verse)
its the mothafuckin dust
its the vibe its the curse
its the birth of the disgust
its the live its the first 
of the month give me my turn
burnin on ya bitch snortin
the ashes through the urn
make you squirm from my 
name you done heard about 
this hurt
you done heard about the black
soul connected to his nerves
gettin messages from satan
he just waitin till you learn
how to make a bunch of money
then im robbin you for yours

yall be snortin on the trout bro
in the streets shootin coke
and still rockin south pole
yall aint been about it
and ya mans cant help
its not like you bought a fuckin bulletproof
brand name belt
hit yo girl in the booty, i aint need to make a movie
this that drive thru yelp review and yall cant even shoot me
do not know who scheduled you and all those grouper lookin groupies
i be really shootin all the fuckin uzis who you foolin?
one thang fore i go yeah yall mothafuckin suck dick
middle finger to the sky and yo god fuck this!!!!

ITUNES

SUS (prod. Jordan)

https://genius.com/Freddie-sunshine-simple-lie-lyrics

Spotify search “Freddie Sunshine” 
Instagram @FreddieSunshine
For bookings: yosavier@gmail.com

Credits:

Produced by Freddie Sunshine

Simple Lie

→ Stream on Spotify ←

AMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVYJjyeMimQ

feat. @haarper
prod. @jordandf


LYRICS:

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT

COKE SMELL
WANNA FUCK ME?
OH WELL
BLOWIN UP THIS HOTEL
IM ON ACID OH YEAH

FUCK YOU AND YA WHOLE BITCH
SWITCHIN FLIPPIN RODE SWITCH
MR GET IT GONE SHIIIT
OFF THE WIRE OH SHIIIIET

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT


(haarper)

Been a good minute since I poured gasoline on the things that hold back
Ima set ablaze the whole track then I whip out my cock she can hold that
She suckin on my john and I'm Feelin so calm
Scales passin the baton now I'm rippin off yo arms
With the prowess of a beast full moon in the east
Shut ya fuckin mouth when I speak
Ima come through with the terror
Tearing through yo brain until it's hollow pantera
I be getting bread like a fuckin panera
She givin that head that make her eyes all sclera
You should be embarrassed when you walk up on the terrace you will perish
When I get the galick gun to ya tum fucking heiress
Cut out the lights now blood on ya night gown
Another pussy boy, another bitch, another stye down
Run when you see me bleed
Shape shifting with the sky I breathe
Fire out my lungs, death to ya pedigree
I don't give a fuck about the things you speak
You need to fucking stay in ya own lane
You wont see the light of day
Bringing you a hell where no one can hear you pray
Another hollow shell laying lifeless in the rain

ALBUM ART BY @PAYSTRUP
WWW.PAYSTRUP.COM

HOLD THAT FT. HAARPER (prod. Jordan)

Prod. tuMaggz

Lyrics:

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this shit for free don’t give a fuck about a price tag 
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family 
But I’ll return like Gandalf 
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses g 
With perfect symmetry 
Run circles on the beat 
This shit so fire you had to hit repeat 

I’m whipping hearses 
Pimping nurses 
Snatching purses 
Cursin fuck
Crushing verses 
They dispersing 
Kick drum hitting like a truck 
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to fuck shit up 
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck 

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

MIXXXXXXXXXED BY MANGO: @kidmangx
amv: https://youtu.be/k1sYDtD2Ibk
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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)

https://soundcloud.com/misheardofficial

[Verse 1: IX FALL$]
Run up with the Mac on attack
Grip 45 loaded
Send you running back
With a back brace
Back lash
Pull up with the mother fucking stick
This about to get a whole lot better
Suffer in pain
Go ahead and cry about that time you fell
Got nothing to gain
Unless your doctor says so then I wish you well
Got an itch on my back
But I can’t reach
Can’t sleep
Livin’ like I really wanna get it
But I never gonna get it
If I think about a thing or two
It takin up my time
And then it takin' all my credit
But forget it
I will never go reverse to watch my past and troubles
Self-reflection on repeat so all my streams are doubled

Got the blade intact
Wanna cut my throat
Be ahead of the game
If they cut off my flow
With a woven story line
That’s fabricated lies I tell
Livin' a life in oblivious phases
I couldn’t tell the difference
Failed suicide number 9 I fell

Hit em’ with a punchline
Call my Keanu
Cuz I’ve been livin’ 20 years
But 77 of my thoughts felt like a death game
Gotta stop at 4514
Cause that’s spelling out the place where I die without all the pain

All my secrets complicated made out as a lie
Friends are playing Chinese whispers tryna make it simplified
Mix the words up
Make it worse
I’m boutta blow up like some dynamite
And like I said you mix it up
And nah, I might go and die

[Verse 2: Misheard]
All of these walls are closing
Starting to run out of breath
Why am I one to be chosen
Feels like there's nobody left
Forcing a smile but I'm choking
Afraid that I'm asking for help
Are you able to tell that I'm broken
I just wanna feel like myself

Take it all back i just wanna see red
Pull that trigger better hope I'm dead
Mind so fucked that I'm smoking lead
Neck so tight as I pull that thread
I'm sick of everybody coming round and annoying me
While these killas come around and watch my ego destroying me

Taking a step, killing the rest
Countin' the bullets that enter your chest
Pain in my head better off dead
Waiting for demons to put me to bed
Something I said downing my meds
Can't comprehend what is roaming my head
Starting again stabbing my pen
Bleeding while watching our life through a lens

I'M SICK OF ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT THAT
PUTS ME TO THE GROUND
I'M HANGING ONTO LIFE
BEFORE MY THOUGHTS BEGIN TO DOWN
I'M STUMBLING AROUND
I AIN'T NO KING WITHOUT MY CROWN
THIS QUARANTINE GOT ME FUCKED UP
BECAUSE OF ALL THIS FUCKING LOCKDOWN

ITCH (ft. Misheard)

prod. MANUEL
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCT3-XIWcgc4NX1l_4lzyRaw

mix/master @spyce-sakryn
art by @whoskryo

lyrics

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

you aint spittin bars that you livin 
yeah i really been a felon for some fucked up aint kiddin
and the shit i got away with it would put me in a prison
im just better than you bitches, stop the hatin take a visit
to a psychopathic schizophrenic 
fuck around and get beheaded
thats what they expectin me to say because im white and rapping
if u hit me w them expectations im gon put yo life in fractions
split the scissors slice in back wit hammer torture fight the bastard
like yp capping what you really sayin is just hype imagined
i done had it, fed up wit the bread up bitch i gotta have it

smack bitches...wit the dirty pussy money act different 
mad pimpin when i fuckin pull up see yo stacks missin
mad women hiding cocainia in they fat prisms
scatt did it fuck around w scales n you get BLAPPP wit it
whack bidness what you been promotion ion spaz wit it
whack bitches what you tryna fuck just cause you rap wit it

tf you look like dressin all black just to rap to fuck a 2 dollar bitch
fuck outta here this my life

try to call me god try
kame hame ha kame hame ha

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

Flatline ft. Yung Scott & Binxx

XINCLAIR

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