These hands were born to create, but all they've done is destroy; the progenitor of mold.

Happy 25th anniversary to Serial Experiments: Lain.

PROD: @C3OF
MIX: @ZYROM
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[VERSE]
Put a firewall between us
System 32 please delete my feelings
Data mine my thoughts I think you know its over
Overclock the fallout nothing left to cross so why you even bother
Pick the rotting clovers count the moldy spots
My room is vacant except the pc covered in its moss
Attached to wires plug me in the cooling system like a swamp
My fingertips are soggy clog the ventilation in this space 
I only hear the clacking of the keys
And sound of overthinking everything
I wish I never tried to think of anything

[HOOK]X8
I wish I no no think of anything-thing t-t-thing

[VERSE]
Always were the one to wait for me
Spinning ball on a blackened screen
Yea I know that's latency
Keep on buffering know you'll wait forever
I'm not getting better
I am the bug
Better squish me now
Power drained fading fast
When I'm gone
Please delete our past
Deceit is so vast
Shell with no ghast
Chicken scratch on this digital epitaph
Said what I said error 404 this love is dead
Hollow feeling in my chest
Tangle wires
Nervous system halt and catch fire
Let the sludge inside perspire worth it when you're all that I desire

[HOOK]X8
I wish I no no think of anything-thing t-t-thing

Year of Mold

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Year of Mold [prod. saint sleep]

LYRICS:

WHOA! 

You gonna be like whoa when I come up at your door
No face no case gotta keep it on the low
I say what I say, I dont care anymore 
Get offended by stupid words, but no one needs to know 

You a soft ass bitch
If you trynna reach me, let you know I don't flinch
You talk too much, you a mf snitch
Sell your organs in the market and make a sales pitch

Think I give a fuck
what you gonna do when you run out of luck
Think I had enough? 
I can take soft shit like you even when I'm in 'cuffs

Why you taking so long 
Since you talk shit still ain't do shit 
Imma rip out your tongue 
Stop talking, like a dog imma make you sit, you bum

Running around with the gat 
Better tip toe since you all that 
Out here is hell, better watch your back 
Giving you a heads up cuz I know how much you lack 

Bitch gon' suck my sack 
Gon' take it from the back 
I heard that you like, talk a lot 
Lemme put my fucking cock in

Bitch you wasting my fucking time 
Trynna size me up, let's get the weigh-in
I'm understanding that you a bitch 
You better keep quiet
Last guy talked, they put him in a ditch

WHOA!

SPOTIFY

lyrics:
(me)
ay u tryna fuck yuh
get out my phone yuh
yo mans jealous of me cuz of shit i wear yuh
shawty tryna get her throat fucked nd im down to
made her dump yo bitch ass she dont fuckin want u

hella racks spend it on shit ion even need
murder for hire im just doin my deed
talking shit to me u get hit in the teeth ay
feelin fuckin angry chop u up like meat ay
yo bitch wanna kiss me
now u tryna diss me
invite me to her home she be like “be there at 3”
stomp ur face in the concrete cuz im feeling bored
bunch of headless torsos nd no one knows where they stored

ay u tryna fuck yuh
get out my phone yuh
yo mans jealous of me cuz of shit i wear yuh
shawty tryna get her throat fucked nd im down to
made her dump yo bitch ass she dont fuckin want u

ay 
ight lets do some yelling cuz FUCK IT

I NEVER FUCKED THAT BITCH CUZ THAT BITCH IS ALWAYS TOXIC
BEAT HIS ASS UP AND ION CARE IF HE SAY STOP IT
THROAT PUNCH GOT U GRASPING FOR SOME FUCKING AIR (eugh)
NOW U WINDED ON THE GROUND, KICK U IN THE FUCKING HEAD
COME AND FUCK W ME IF U REALLY TRYNA END UP DEAD
TYRNA BE A SURGEON, COME AND BE MY TEST SUBJECT
CUT YOU OPEN AND EAT YOU UP

(silhouette)
u live in yo mom house i just had my kid 
count cash money racks up all that typa shit
bought a 45 shoot it at yo car and then we dip
leave no evidence behind because i emptied out the clip 
all these mufuckers on my dick actin gay
all this mufuckin ice on my neck wet like rain
u can neva pull a bitch pussyboy u got no play 
not makin necrotrap no more bc that shit is fuckin gay 


all these mf wanna act tough 
pull up to you crib cuz u tried to test yo luck
bitches all in my dms sayin that they wanna fuck 
i got better shit to do ho i don’t give a fuck

aye i got better i shit to 
aye im finna hop out the coupe 
aye who the fuck is you?
aye im puttin stars on the roof

toxic! ft. killkarbine (prod. qrystral)

prod by @theredrxxm <3
cover art by @the0000 <3

Lyrics:
I been bleedin', hear the screamin' in my head
Wish you'd leave, I'll never see you, fuck your dread
Bitch you thinkin' I ain't shit but where you at?
Fuckin' wrapped inside that swig, it's starin' back

Fuck you thought?
Sit and rot
All your life you've never stopped and fuckin' thought

Fuck you thought?
Sit and rot
All your life you've never stopped and fuckin' thought

MEMORY LOSS

MEMORY LOSS (prod. Red Rxxm)

HELLFEST - TrickWitTreats x HOAX

NO HOOK w/ LORD DISTORTION & ALASTXRR [PROD VENXM]

prod https://soundcloud.com/sorrow_bringer

LYRICS: I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga
Like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches
She rollin' swishers for her bitches
I bought my niggas they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju- (okay, okay, okay...)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin
I beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back i'll do ya
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Deleted Account (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

prod by lava and ira
mixed & written by ira

In the Sky w/Ira [P. Lava x Ira]

In The Sky w/Ira [P. Lava x Ira]

Made within 3-4 hours, Produced & Written.

MEMORY LOSS (prod. Red Rxxm)

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