Hype/Hard

Released in partnership with Jägermeister Musik.

Lyrics:
My angel's most polite when I am on my knees, yeah
And I am even nicer when she asks me please
Doesn't make me pray too long
Till she's dancing on my tongue
And when she's done she shows me how she got them wings

She looks just like a god, baby call me catholic
She fucks just like a god, cuff it up I'm yours
Can't find a single flaw, I think she's holographic
Keep stringing me along
I need no Religion
When you fuck it like a god

Oh Gabriel can't decide if I'm a friend or foe
(they not even together though)
And she said, "I don't think he even tries to make me curl my toes"
Think ya big and tough daddy?
That's what she's been calling me
Go wash ya balls before ya tell me what I already know
I'm homo

It's because she fucks just like a god, baby call me catholic
She looks just like a god, cuff it up I'm yours
I got to pray for more, she said she's telepathic
Keep stringing me along
I need no Religion
When you fuck it like a

You fuck it like a god
You fuck it like a god

(screams)
(cackles)

(She fucks just like a god)
Not to be too dramatic, miss
(She fucks just like a god)
That angel puss is galactic shit
(She fucks just like a god)
Psychopathic, pornographic, both angelic and satanic
But I gotta fucking have it
You fuck just like a god

(screams & shrieks)

(laughs) "uh oh Gabe wants to suck my dick"

RELIGION

Bold of you to think that I won't eat you alive

Kinda creepy, kinda ugly
Alligator but I'm fluffy like a bunny
I see the big picture, 
And no you don't fit sir
"I haven't done shit sir!"
Ooh

You think ya too slick, I understand
You talkin' big shit, I'm such a fan, well
I got a big dick and dirty mouth
Spit your blood into my cup and then I'll gulp you down

So when you see my face remember to run
And when you hear my name go load up ya gun
You should be scared of me son

Oh you so candid, oh you so witty
Oh you manipulating fans in different cities?
"He wouldn't do that b, he too damn pretty"
I was twenty when his fingers brushed across my lil titties

See, these men they got money
Don't matter, won't stop me
Can't let you abuse it if you don't know how to use it 

So when you see my face remember to run
And when you hear my name go load up ya gun
You should be scared of me son
I got receipts stuffed up my sleeves so fat
They shatter your solicitor's spine
And when they break the news your mum gonna cry
You should be scared of me son

Run

If big boy wanna step to me
Then he can do it quietly
If [bleep] needs an answer
Tell him I got a variety
You want me to be nicer
But I'm angry justifiably
Public about the things that these fuckers get up to privately
"Just deal with it silently baby, aren't you grown up?"
Well undeniably, but I still gonna fuck shit up
I might acquire some rivalry and a couple of bugs
But compliancy's too vanilla, mummy likes it rough

These boys they don't know how to act
That's why I got a baseball bat
I fantasise about their brains exploding on my welcome mat

Spit my blood into my cup and then I'll gulp you down

So when you see my face remember to run
And when you hear my name go load up ya gun
You should be scared of me son
I got receipts stuffed up my sleeves so fat
They shatter your solicitor's spine
And when they break the news your mum gonna cry
You should be scared of me son

You know what you've done

I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE

Dinner For One

hi karen it’s tiLLie 
i heard u were saying some pretty ungodly things about me 
and unfortunately if that continues 
i’m gonna have to toilet paper ur entire house 

no, it’s not a threat, it’s just a matter of fact 

anyway it was great catching up with you 

bless your heart 


V1:
jesus hated grace
and it slowly killed me
i died at 14 born again tillie

Slut shaming mothers 
Thinking theyre saving the world 
Do you really think ur god 
Would berate a little girl 

Pre:

You made me the martyr 
Cash in all yours sins 
Everything about me is
Why you wont look within 

Chorus:
Ring the bells 
Let go and let god 
You cant save me 
Bless ur heart 
Imma Bat outta hell
Headed straight for the stars 
But when ur alone
On your knees
In the dark
BLESS UR HEART

V2:
I met the devil 
He played in the band at my church
pulled me in his van
“Lay with me,  this wont hurt”

Came crawling out 
Looking for support 
And a choir of “angels” sang
What a little whore 


Pre:

You made me the martyr 
Cash in all yours sins 
Everything about me is
Why you wont look within 

Bridge:

Remember that guy from the church band, 
He got decapitated 

Bless his heart 

Aww your husband got his secretary pregnant 
bless your heart 

your son hates you
bless ur heart 

your daughters a stripper
go off bitch!

Credits:

Written by tiLLie, Rachel Kanner, Sam Brandt
Produced by Boyblue + tiLLie
Mixed and mastered by Austin Seltzer

bLeSs uR hEaRt

A rage filled track for surivors of abuse and SA written and produced by Delilah Bon

I Wish A Bitch Would

WITCH

kooL aiD mAn

Slaughterhouse

(Versus 1)



My intuitions giving me this

When I see you enter the room crawling sensation 

Your Eyes can't lie

I can see your intentions  

You'll never just know how far I can go or how many time's I'll make you explode

Just tie me up for days a time no sleep

In this blue purple room  

under the red moon light

 under our skin we bleed blue

When you licked you lips my soul collapsed into you

If You go I go

wrap me up

In your arms





(Chorus)



Tie me down lessons learned 

Mount Upon me and  place your razorblade Crown

Sucking the life right out of me

Love me fuck me cut me suck me

I'll always be your little whore

Anything everything 

Anyone for you

 like glue to you because I

 can't Live without you  

I won't let you leave me here alone 





(Versus 2)



I can't let you leave me

 I'll follow you to hell

Warm euphoric rush  

As a little psycho junkie  boy

The taste of copper fills our mouths 

drowning in blood

Cut me open me tell me you need me 

Dig deep inside dig your nails dig inside

inject me with your love with your poppy love 





(Chorus)



Tie me down lessons learned 

Mount Upon me and  place your razorblade Crown

Sucking the life right out of me

Love me fuck me cut me suck me

I'll always be your little whore

Anything everything 

Anyone for you

 like glue to you because I

 can't Live without you  

I won't let you leave me here alone 





(Versus 3)



Fingernails and broken hearted coffins bloom  

survivors mixing blood as needles gut me to inject me deep into my heart

Your seduction eats at me as I watch in silence 

I hope this is not 

Not the end 

Is this the end or just the begin of something cute but morbid

Of a hellish lust we came to take part in 

In a world burning down all around us



Outro



I'll sacrifice everything including myself you not live in this world without you by my side 


Razorblade Crown 12

TWITTER:

Jorge Vidrio @el_mangroove - production, vocals

Thadd @stlln_aio - production, engineering

Renzo @renzrvng - vocals

Franklin @isaakfranklin - vocals, artwork

Nxvh @vmnoah_ - production, percussion

featuring guitar solo by Joel Allan

Eagle

Cut the head off the Basilisk.

Lyrics -> https://genius.com/Cemetery-drive-basilisk-lyrics

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Vocals (in order of appearance)
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@chriswrightotj (https://bit.ly/2CLnbrn)
@polearm (https://bit.ly/2TbaOv2)
@cloudmacx (https://bit.ly/2Wla34Z)
@milespowers (https://bit.ly/2sV5nWl)

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Production
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@nosentences (https://bit.ly/2SqzZsI)
@polearm (https://bit.ly/2TbaOv2)

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Mixing & Mastering
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@polearm (https://bit.ly/2TbaOv2)
@atlas (https://bit.ly/2U87HVM)

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Artwork
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Goldelxcks (bit.ly/2TeFexb)

Spotify

Basilisk

Let Me In

Download

Produced by Curtis Waters 

Video: https://youtu.be/x9mg4PC3Yx8

Lyrics:
Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m not your purse 
I’m not your product 
I’m from the dirt 
You're copping Prada 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
I need some money 
I need some money man
I’m fucking hungry
I really need a hand 
Ain’t nothing sunny 
Back in the mother land 
A fucking cycle 
That we all running in 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 

Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system 
Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system
Ain’t no peace for my brothers and sisters
Ain't no peace for my brothers  
They do not want us to breathe
Can’t even walk in the streets 
To them we're all just machines 
In the American dream 
They say that they just want peace 
But then they leave us to bleed 
They’ll never see what we see
They’ll never see what we see

Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product

System

available on all platforms now

You think it’s simple
Hosting a temple shaped like this? (yeah)
I got substantial 
Converts and all of them submit
Cos they can afford it
I don’t owe nothing to no man (ha ha ha)
But I’m a hot bitch
So I capitalize on that

I wipe my tears up with my slut money
Why you complaining when it’s not your body?
If you ain’t paying don’t expect shit from me
So why you say it like you own my body?
Fuck you, pay me 
Slut money (slut money)
Slut money, slut money
Slut money, (slut money)
You do not own my body
Fuck you pay me

I can do what Sharon can do with that money
Nothing Darren pays me to do, fuckin’ dummy

You think I’m easy
Posting my arse on Instagram? (yeah)
What was that, sweetie?
I didn’t hear, was paying my rent with Onlyfans (cha ching)
And you think you’re gonna please me, but you won’t
if you think you’re gonna squeeze it alright boy, don’t
Cos I guarantee I’ll cut your hands off
Fuck you up
Just so you understand:

I wipe my tears up with my slut money
Why you complaining when it’s not your body?
If you ain’t paying don’t expect shit from me
So why you say it like you own my body?
Fuck you, pay me 
Slut money (slut money)
Slut money, slut money
Slut money, (slut money)
You do not own my body
Fuck you pay me

I can do what Sharon can do with that money
Nothing Darren pays me to do, fuckin’ dummy
I can do what Karen can do with my money
Ya hubby sent me bank just to look at him funny

I find it hard to understand how such a little fucking man
Could be so damn entitled with his cock sticking out of his pants
Just cos of money in his hand, and everything he says to me
Just makes me wanna throw up cos he thinks he’s having sex
If me and all my friends had a penny for every time
That we’ve been called a fucking slut just for doing what gets us by
Well then the stacks would be flying above the high horse you sit on
Acquired through working overtime at an office (more like a prison!)
And I bet when you get home you rinse that Pornhub subscription
But then complain when your poor wife don’t want missionary position
Carry on with your mission to be the twat of the month
One day in pleasers you’d be chicken shit you rat looking cunt

Gimme my slut money
Why you complaining when it’s not your body?
If you ain’t paying don’t expect shit from me
So why you say it like you own my body?
Fuck you, pay me 
Slut money (slut money)
Slut money, slut money
Slut money, (slut money)
You do not own my body
Fuck you pay me

I can do what Sharon can do with that money
Nothing Darren pays me to do, fuckin’ dummy (yeah) 
I can do what Karen can do with my money
Ya hubby sent me bank just to look at him, ughhhhh!!!

SLUT MONEY (prod by ZAND)

available on all platforms now

I've seen many faces
And I've made many jobs
And this might sound complacent
But my income never drops
And you've got something 'bout you
I see stars inside your name
I've been many places darling so let me pick ya brain

Why you so loud? Might wanna shut up
Just tone it down, no need to make fuss
What's with the frown? Why you so serious?
If you want it this bad then shush

You're inappropriate
You're inappropriate
We can't associate
If you're inappropriate
So what you got to show for it, uh

I've seen many faces
And I've met many boys like you
And you're not any different if you protest that I make noise
Are you?
Cos you don't fucking know me do you?
Don't act like we're the same (not the same)
I've been many places, darling
So let me just explain

Oh no I'm not about to shut up
I bet you thought I would be quiet
Think you forgot who you can interrupt
Ain't gonna suck nobody's dick so buddy giddy up 'cos

I'm inappropriate
I'm inappropriate 
I'm fuckin' known for it 
I'm inappropriate and I got lots to show for it, uh
I'm inappropriate (I'm inappropriate)
I'm inappropriate (I'm inappropriate)
I'm fuckin' known for it (I'm fuckin' known for it)
If you're inappropriate 
Then what you got to show for it? (aaaahhhh!)

(hahahaha, yah)
Tennis ball head
And it's pretty bloody prominent
I'm making these Kens act shitty cos I'm dominant
He musta misread
Cos he thought he bought a barbie doll
But this one's possessed, silly twat
I'll fucking haunt you all
Have you heard from your mummy lately?
Does she know that her son is sucking my feet?
Metaphorically, duh, cos Zand avoids meat
But the gammon in here needs tenderizing 

I'm inappropriate (I'm inappropriate)
I'm inappropriate (I'm inappropriate)
I'm fuckin' known for it (I'm fuckin' know for it)
I'm inappropriate and I got lots to show for it, aaaahhhh!
I'm inappropriate (I'm inappropriate)
I'm inappropriate (I'm inappropriate)
I'm fuckin' known for it (I'm fuckin' known for it)
You're inappropriate 
Then what you got to show for it, uh (aaaahhhh!)
Uh

Ha ha ha ha ha ha, hot 
(Woof)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, hot, hot
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, hot 
(Huh?)

INAPPROPRIATE (prod by Daktyl & ZAND)

Produced & Written by Delilah Bon (Lauren Tate)
Lyrics by Delilah Bon 
So he told me to change my top right
He said it was too revealing
So I said
I don't listen to you
I can dress how I want
I can dress how I feel
If I wanna dress like this
Wear my fave high heels
You do not own my shit
You do not own my skin
Boy I'm wearing this
And I don't listen to you

Shake that booty for nobody but your damn self
Shake that booty for nobody but your damn self
Shake that booty for nobody but your damn self
Your damn self
I don't listen to you

People wanna judge
Throw shade at girls like us
Who don't bow down to the men
Who wanna try and cover us up
We aren't your property
We aren't accessories
So listen carefully
Cause I don't listen to you

Shake that booty for nobody but your damn self
Shake that booty for nobody but your damn self
Shake that booty for nobody but your damn self
Your damn self

Cause people gonna judge everything that I do
In the way that I dress or the way that I move
All eyes on me as I enter the room
Boys like you better grow up soon
Cause girls like us won't cover shit up
Girls like us will never shut up
Girls like us feel angry as fuck
I don't listen to you

With everybody looking his face be dropping
I'll be shaking my shit I'll be turning it up
All of these girls they'll be looking at me like
Go on sis' we'll be fucking it up
I just wanna break these chains
Middle finger up in his face
You boys should know your place
Cause I don't listen to you

You
You

I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE

ZAND

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