dear 8 pound 6 ounce lord baby jesus😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ARE YOU STUPID ARE YOU DUMB BECAUSE YOUR MUSIC ISNT YOU!!

@obixcheusgybc: check your messages you retard.

PROD ILLFERAL DONT BE STUPID.. LYRICS:

oi, ive gotta see a man about a canine
20-30 dogs a day probably the bassline
watch me pop a bally on to facetime
sittin in the dark dazed prayin to a seis shrine
this isn't what your hearin through a grape vine
this is shit that bubbles and fuckin up the drain pipes
my fuckin cds gettin smuggled over statelines
chucked into a crusty spoon then shot up in a mainline

playin me at eulogys when veins die
if ya hear my constantly loopin i think ya brains fried
you wanna make a diss track ill organise the cage fight
spin around double back hitttem with my snake eyes

tryna be the reason that you hate life
fuckin up tryna get drug and take highs
yung nickelodeon motherfucker i stay slime
do you even really think im doin what i say im?

i dont think human food taste right 
im chewin on a handgrenade pepper sprayin steak knife
bring a couple rape kits to date night 
if i get a stiffy ima chuck it in my waistline

pray it goes soft before stage time
cause i know you cunts dont think ya sufferin from stage fright
watch me clear the room and drop a hate vibe
only when im reppin the symbol i let the snakes climb

TAIPAN PETE

featuring @resinchemist ?  or is it?
prod. illferal dont be a clown.

LYRICS: 

quadruple tab floatin in my sippy cup
double my vision then flex my 50 bucks 
what a bummer like comin down so pick me up
gettin sus cunts in the mirror sayin they isnt us

i needa sit down im fuckin trippin man
how am i supposed to tell resinchemist i quit the band?
this the plan just double back piss my pants 
tell him that the rappin isnt workin and ive  switch to dance

perfectin my pop n locks
not even rockin jocks           
best to keep the frame above the waist in my body shot
unless u like cock a lot
and u a lot too watch
pausin every 25 seconds to stop and cough

noddin off
wakin up this the real earth?
i feel worse 
real? 
than i've ever feel'd 
 word
needa weaken that dose hope a meal works
im forgetting real words zufflagacheelgurt

wtf did u take?

tab and pinga
than i said grace and thanked me for my dinner
motherfucker
tab and pinga
goin get us the bueg, pack a rimma
tab and a pinga
rez jumped off the bridge now im finna
tab and a  pinga
professional dance comp winner

DISCO STU

RICKY BOBBY [PROD REZCHEM]

prod @rezchem lyrics below muhphuckah

seis deep fried brain cells
i can name the brand and the colour from a paint smell
pick your poison like im shakewell
illness that im livin got me thinkin that i hate health 

aint well only gettin sick of disease
im on mission to leave
 a trip to the peak

ill bitchin chill wishin for peace
thinkin its eets
but only sink in the sea  

keep drownin
crash up on the rocks im seen loungin
peak mountain ive reached just to leep down it

feral finna splatter everywhere
think im fallin upwards but i
tell em that im nearly there

im doin god shit
im agnostic
red hot and still gettin frosbit

FROSTBITE [PROD REZCHEM]

To celebrate Muks getting his sentence finally I've decided to release a classic from 8.04.2019 that he asked me to upload while he was on the phone to me a month ago !!!
@UGLYFXCK
@UGLYFXCK
@UGLYFXCK
@UGLYFXCK
@UGLYFXCK

MUKS DIED - COFFINS

PROD @resinchemist 

LYRICS BELOW!
 
SEEN A PIECE OF SHIT TRY ACT HARD
SWEAR THIS BITCH BORN OUT HIS DADS ARSE
GET CHOPPED AND SPUN YOU A SNAPPED DART
THEN DROPPED AND SHOT LIKE ITS BLACK TAR
THATS FAR?
CUNT I LAP STARS
UR COMIN BACK WHEN WE MATCH SCARS
FUCK DICKHEADS DROPPIN WACK BARS
DOIN CIRCLES ROUND YA LIKE NASCAR

SICKY BOBBY GOT THE RACE FIT
DRIFT MISSLE MY SPACE SHIP
HALF PIPE IN YOUR MAIN BITCH
DARK SLIDE TIL I TRE FLIP
SO WHY SHE TELLIN U THAT SHE HATES TRICKS?

BIG HEADED MY BRAINS SQUISHED
MY WAIST HEIGHT IF YOU 8 6
IF YOU AINT SEIS THAN YOU AINT SHIT

KISS DA RING

illferal x rezchem where are you talking to me
prod. illferal yafknnn

LYRICS
they havent had enough new sick
scuffed 2 kicks in my kung fu flick
last song sucks 2 dicks
kiss my ring before that because ive come to shit

ya mums mad at me i raided her purse
blowin up my phone with no papers at work
 

tell her this shits the bible when its played in reverse
and claim that it was written by satan and nerve

nah yeah wtf cunt 
hit the stash in the bushes for my glove gun

taken my billy break just to pump one 
pay to cut you fuckers out call you all a lump sum
 

taken my word
shoe lacin the herb    
aint featues im not wastina  verse
aint gonna work

im not wastin a verse
snake on a shirt  
resin been asleep while im awake and alert   
 
seisdeep in the lab makin microchips
 
each limb gettin hydrodipped
this the white coat clique
  
spiked mum and dad brothers psychosis 
im the guy who hates the pub but loves the drive home pissed 
 
2 gacked im tryna bite both lips
fifo shifts ya girls bed til my cryo kip

stop pretending that you mmight know shit  
cause right above my head i keep a lightglobe lit

mind so big its gettin my dome squished
first day ridin think i might throw whips
only new hit singles because i wont miss  
my favourite rappers me coz that guy wrote this

im not even rappin i just talk great
record once, export it by the fourth take
ive worn seis since i was born mate
doctor wrapped me in a snake tee for the lore sake

flickin a saw blade
then piss on ya north face
bedore i walk in kick the hinges off the door frame
sorta like u....
of course sicker, and more paid
all my courses gourmet
ur all flawed with poor taste

stay grounded -
any cunt ill out zen
surrounded - 
runnin laps around them

head boppin -
snap necks into bowed heads
rez cough n -
count zeds till im found dead

im reinvestin all my gold into beug stocks
...selectin illchem up on the juke box
get the whole crowd jumpin off the rooftop
new strains juice named like my plug a fruit shop 

only ever leave with what i came for
cheque please...
r e z i stay sauced
brain been tickled by a chain saw
nuke proof fit when i wage war
whenever i leave i just make sure

im claymore trippin...
stay on pace unttill they forfeitin...
sickened like i ate raw chicken
my snores spittin
everyday wake up to more writtens

ILLCHEMS HEAPS MAD AUS RAP SONG

prod rezchem

fuck this rhyme in its face
name i time place 
im arrivin black tri and get its hymen erased

ima diamond in space
got the sight of the greys
im goin over heads just raised the height of the maze 



nah oi
whos the man 
i could use a gram
winnin team singin losing chants
goin up and we refuse to land
new command
in bermuda clan
point my finger gun and shoot a can 
cyber eyes got computer scans

true
my lips move
follow scent of sick fumes  
dont follow them they got bitch moves
no hollow friends i dont sit through
true
dis shit smooth
feral wanna rip so i hit 2
been ona mix widda clique who 
keep donnnin shit you miss use
  
no wonder why ive gone off dis shit
watchin them try hock this spit
fallin out of my toxic drip 
but they still appear when i dropped this bitch

why the fuck are you makin tracks
snitch on yaself its just statement rap
weird im the one whos here statin facts
talkin shit that you takin back

BERMUDA

prod me and a dash of rezchem namsayin, sorry i left 2 get smokes and did a rap battle 5 months ago but im back now.. lyrics below for all u sk8rs.

CHICKEN BONE NOWISON
illflem from rippin cones
to sickest blokes
now its on chicken bone
stop pretendin that this isn't dope
we just sit at home
kick and flip a stick ive grown 
giz a lift i m needa  hit the phone 
if ya listen close
might just hear me dip n go

wish to float
think im off a different globe
ships approach
dont panick its my ticket home

no jokes i just hate cunts
uck strippers im tryna go shake junts
tryna let my snake run

come from nothin tryna make some
pushin em out the way then poppin then late shove
pretending that i skate tonnes  

and i barely even made a trick
but hit the lazer switch
so tell me where u neighbour lives
on to boning tryna taste a chick
ill get ya razor stripped 
scootin ur a skater kid

sus my vomitin skills
bitch i started from the bottom im not bombin the hill
but im wobblin still
feral prophet proper ominous chills 
coppin ur pocket hop my rocket and chill

i reckon gutter raps dead im australian dirt rock
comin my show leave the stadium worse off
reppin a bigger head so cranium hurts lots
i dont fuck with a booth this an alien workshop

yee dis is where da squad kicks
this whole planet on some pox shit
so im headed off quick 
6 tabs in a cockpit
attention all passengers hopefully i got this



u make rap
but i make it better
so take letter
grip on the deck like im david guetta  
wanna feature?
then just wait forever
u skated never
think every track im takin centre



oh shit im on x games mode
full speed ahead like my legs stayed home
geein up the hellvis coz my eses know
and i aint really doin shit unless my ex says no
ill leave your press play broke
come my S H O 
dubs all round even my sex tape goes
smoke a head shaped cone
reckon rez mates dope
god owes me money just like neckface wrote

time for war
bringing guns while we fightin swords
might record
have beagle meetin with micheal moore
find a board
i bombed the earth tryin to grinding core
fight the hawk
muskabeatin him with twice the force

THUG PRO

special thanks 2 @mmmmesc and @ki11jay for the cheeky feat

lyrics:::
i hate rap i make dub step
fuckin around and turn ya dad into ya mums ex
im a billionare that hasn't got the funds yet
leave ya bitches pussy dry and get her bum wet

tasteful art follow me ill make it hard 
sober midget think i raised the bar
my naked ass dick swingin while chasin cars
n i dont think im human coz im pretty sure i came from mars 

sick n confused
im just tryin to distract ya while im sniffin ya shoes
lickin ya boot 
while im rippin a beug
this a diss track too anycunt who isn't amused

coz im da best
goin in sayin hi to mesc
tiger vest
chuck it on for some spider sex
denied a rest
stayin up 
til my time of death
high cholest
aroll i wanna tighter chest

semi dead and ghost write my next verse
expert tech words sent from my death spurt 
fuck the rest move ya head til ya neck hurts
flex served text burnt end on the sesh worm

light a joz
got writers block
go fight a cop
write it off
knife to box
and my tightest jocks 
twice the cock
nicer locks 
a sniper shot
pipin hot
ride the rocks
til i find a goth

ima stop when i find a fuck 2 give
its on the bucket list
but ive never been a cunt to tic

maybe after cones just lemme puncha stick
just another hundred hit
do it when my lungs;ll quit

i only lost my mind coz i threw it out
tryna get up on stage just to boo the crowd
got enough in my guts to make buhdda proud
give a fuck bout whos around promptly gottem losin bouts

come to plan
do u even understand
just under a hundred grand
til i make a hundred grand

just a couple stacks away
crashin astral plains
while i fuckin masterbate

natural state gotta heaps large head
be careful of the brownies i just decarbed meth
in each arm death sayin we farm sesh
eat the whole batch give me retard strength

I DONT WANNA BE ANYTHIN OTHA THEN WOT I BIN TRYNA B LATELY

RICKY BOBBY [PROD REZCHEM]

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