(Prod. otwljupiter)

Chorus:
I be ridin Harlies wit harley quinn that's a flex ouu
Feeling like I'm deadpool chilling wit all these dead dudes
I'm bout to make a dead pool
these bullets bout to penetrate your skin
you can say that these pistols gon molest you

I be ridin Harlies wit harley quinn that's a flex ouu
Feeling like I'm deadpool chilling wit all these dead dudes
I'm bout to make a dead pool
these bullets bout to penetrate your skin
you can say that these pistols gon molest you

Verse 1:
My pockets obese
you'll die in dem streets
I'll just turn to a beast
and then make your deceased
now your wallet decreased
my bank just increased
and you will not receive 
some new glocks that's on me

lookin at the bodies drop
and now I got a thotty thot
I'm roddy ricch you roddy not
I'll start heating up the block

give-give you dread like locks
get murked right on the spot
is he gangsta prolly not
like dowmaint street I'll hit his spot

I'm laughing hahaha
your dying hahaha
you bragging nah nah nah
I'm the key show me the locks

ima take the stage huh
now you in danger
scramble up your brain
then I'll lead you to your grave huh

not here to debate huh
I'm making plays huh
I'll just call my homies they can murk you any day huh

Chorus:
I be ridin Harlies wit harley quinn that's a flex ouu
Feeling like I'm deadpool chilling wit all these dead dudes
I'm bout to make a dead pool
these bullets bout to penetrate your skin
you can say that these pistols gon molest you

I be ridin Harlies wit harley quinn that's a flex ouu
Feeling like I'm deadpool chilling wit all these dead dudes
I'm bout to make a dead pool
these bullets bout to penetrate your skin
you can say that these pistols gon molest you

HARLEY WIT' HARLIE$ (PROD. OTWLJUPITER)

(Prod. Blunt Christ)
KXNEKI Verse 1:
If I had a quarter for every hit I'd be rich
get murdered than take yo bitch
I'll make you sleep with the fish
yall are for the web, I hear that mouse click
yall gon be real scared when yall hear that gun click
I ain't talkin' bout no Nike I check you then I kick uh
only fans women turn gangsters in the simps uh
it's crazy how fast you turn a crip to a chick uh
yall rhyme the same shit
like nigga heres a whip uh

I'll turn real nigga just vemon
thinking you cool thinking I'm fed up
34 rules, I assume, you girl sent nudes,
cause I get em'
He talk hate my homies gon get em'
swinging my blade ima behead em'
They tryna put my dawg in a kennel
feeling like I'm malcom x cause I'm in the middle
-Yuh!-

Paulypiff Verse:
if i lit a blunt up for every hit id be lifted
bitch don’t get outta pocket 
smellin’ blood when you dripped it
pelicans in the cockpit
relatives in the distance  
i never needed love 
dead presidents on my hit list

the medicine is spillin 
you already you knew the vibes
I’m fitting to do the bidding 
machete cut through the lies
she feelin me know the deal with me
really we super sized
she willingly tryna kill with me
kitty can doom the pride

(yuh)

turn a real thotty
flirt like Emma
hurt that hottie
jerk that head up 
twerk that shotty
murk that lobby
34 shots
dirt wont get up 


he can talk hate that shirt get wet up 
she can talk fake that skirt get wet up
patiently wait for my patience to let up

(yuh)

YUH! (FEAT. PAULYPIFF) (PROD. BLUNT CHRIST)

NEVERMIND prod Anticøn ± Barstow

HE DIDDY FLIP

will it end sxxn?

NO SLEEP feat. PICCOLOSPLURGE*** [prod. PDully and Fony Wallace]

SXNFUL - NINE 2 YO HEAD

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NINE 2 YO HEAD

RIP FRED 
you will be missed <3
FRED died in faith, without receiving the promises, but having seen them and having welcomed them from a distance, and having confessed that HE WAS A STRANGER and EXILE on the earth. For those who say such things make it clear that they are seeking a country of their own. And indeed if FRED had been thinking of that country from which HE went out, FRED would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, FRED desireS a better country, that is a heavenly one. Therefore I AM not ashamed to be called their God; for I HAVE prepared a city for FRED.


S/0 prod.H8 
insta - @h8.shit


||\LyRïx/||

I don't got no fucking freinds 
There was one his name was fred 
But I shot him in the head 
So now All my friends are dead
And he had some last words
I can't remember what he said 
But I still remember fred
And when I do I get upset

Yeaahhhh 
I should've thru him in the woods
But I thru him in the river 
Now he washed up by the sewage 
Now they saying they have leads
And I heard that they were good
But the word up on the street 
Is that freds misunderstood

Now I'm hoping and I'm praying 
They say he did it to himself 
Cause I'm shooting and I'm spraying
They ain't taking me to jail

I got blood up on my hands
won't come off it only spreads 
And I feel like I'm macbeth
And I feel like I'm macbeth
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Fair is foul, and foul is fair

I don't got no fucking freinds 
There was one his name was fred 
But I shot him in the head 
So now All my friends are dead
And he had some last words
I can't remember what he said 
But I still remember fred
And when I do I get upset

DEAD FRED [[[PROD.H8]]]

Scared Of Free Time

Clockwork rules 


Life tears away at a breakneck pace.
Though Winter stalls in a frozen space,
And Autumn leaves seem to pause the show,
The Spring and Summer make the engines glow.
They compensate for the drag and delay,
Speeding up the light of day.

Not long ago, I paid no mind
To the fleeting nature of the grind.
Everything happens for the very first time.

And no, I don’t reckon it’s bleak or wrong.
It’s just the rhythm of the living song.
I hold no grief for the chances missed,
Or the unfinished lips I never kissed.
I was merely a lad, it was natural then.
But now I’m wary of the how and when.
I treat the seconds with a solemn care,
Breathing in the thinning air.

Time.
It spins so fast, a blurred display,
I check the hands throughout the day.
Every half hour, I watch it climb,
And I shout out to the face of Time:
"Oi! Where you rushing to?
Slam on the brakes! See it through!"
But it turns a deaf ear to my plea,
It hasn't got a word for me.
I have to learn to play the game,
By rules that I can never tame.



It’s curious to speak with the younger crowd,
Reflections of me, but slightly too loud.
Just twenty years lost in the haze,
They seem much sharper than in my days.
Yet the same emotions, the same mistakes,
The same reckless view of the time it takes.

No.
I can’t dissuade them, it’s no use.
Wisdom requires a longer truce.
It comes later, as it always must.
It’s their life, and their time to trust.
They’ll spend it how they think is right,
We only offer sparks of light.

Time.
It spins so fast, a blurred display,
I check the hands throughout the day.
Every half hour, I watch it climb,
And I shout out to the face of Time:
"Oi! Where you rushing to?
Slam on the brakes! See it through!"
But it turns a deaf ear to my plea,
It hasn't got a word for me.
I have to learn to play the game,
By rules that I can never tame.



We and they are from different spheres,
Separated by the shifting years.
And that is beautiful, in its way.
Youth is meant to go astray,
To make mistakes within reason’s bound.
We just watch the clock go round.
Watching the new generation rise,
With a weary smile in our eyes.

I’m certain they’ll be better than us.
They’ll cut through the noise and the fuss.
They’ll find a way to master the chime.
They’ll find a better use for Time.


Clockwork Rules.mp3

Kylie Minogue – Can't Get You Out of My Head (Pop Punk Cover)

ImReallyDead aka JAMESDEANX,  prolific song writer and singer . 
This is my therapy 
and I feel a need to use 


  
Bipolar
Aquarius

NEVERMIND prod Anticøn ± Barstow

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