cover art by @trashart444

this is last drop before album guyz

LAID OFF (PROD. SELFKILLA666/H8)

THE APOCALYPSE

THE APOCALYPSE (FEAT. SEMTEXXX/WARLRD/COREY) (PROD. WH!RO)

LATEX

LATEX (FT. NUKRITO/$AVAGE20K) (PROD. H8)

WATER FOUNTAINS

WATER FOUNTAINS (PROD. YUNG KAORI)

FALLOUT

FALLOUT (PROD. ONMIX)

low-key like making this shit too so here ;D

DROP OFF (PROD. AYDHINY)

cover art is by HALLXWEEN

beans

lyrics:

DIGGING IN YOUR SKULL I’M TRYNA FIND MYSELF SOME GOLD
DON’T TRY TO TELL ME HOW TO DO THINGS WHEN YOU’RE VERY UNKNOWN
TALKING BAD ON MY NAME BOUT TO STEP OFF OF MY THRONE
THESE THOUGHTS INSIDE OF MY HEAD YEAH THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE

BRING IT ON YAT I GOT AN AK IN MY BACKPACK
BOUTTA MAKE A STACK OF YOUR ORGANS I GOT AN ORDER I MIGHT SELL THAT
WHY YOU TRY STEP IF YOU KNOW YOU’RE GONNA BACKTRACK I GOT A BAD BITCH YOU KNOW THAT I SLAP THAT
I GOT A CHOPPA YOU KNOW THAT SHIT GOT A DRAW BACK
SLIDING ROUND WE DOING DRIFTS IN A HATCHBACK

wind down the windows they can see us now they gon fall back
take out the weapons when I signal the attack
cut his bones back with an axe call me a lumberjack
they won’t ever find his body like a needle in a haystack

blow his head off like dynamite
if you’re gonna kill em then do it right
hold his head up he can see the light
i don’t fuck with you so go slit your wrists with a butter knife
TELL ME WHAT IT’S LIKE IN THE AFTERLIFE
IF YOU’RE GONNA DIE THEN YOU DO IT RIGHT
I TOLD YOU ALREADY GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND
I TOLD YOU ALREADY GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE

BRING IT ON YAT I GOT AN AK IN MY BACKPACK
BOUTTA MAKE A STACK OF YOUR ORGANS I GOT AN ORDER I MIGHT SELL THAT
WHY YOU TRY STEP IF YOU KNOW YOU’RE GONNA BACKTRACK I GOT A BAD BITCH YOU KNOW THAT I SLAP THAT
I GOT A CHOPPA YOU KNOW THAT SHIT GOT A DRAW BACK
SLIDING ROUND WE DOING DRIFTS IN A HATCHBACK

BACKTRACK (PROD. KILLKARBINE)

hello guyz project soon enjoy

art by @h.air.y on ig

lyrics: 

it’s fuck love get money till the day I die 
because I had it once and it turned out to be a lie
insinuating nonsense got me contemplating suicide
my heads in the dirt all I wanna do is run and hide
talk like a bitch and you’ll get slapped like a bitch
step with a red dot and a blade on my hip
he wanna talk junk but nobody knows who he is
I recognise you now you’re a bitch from the six

?
? it might sting your ass like spicy Thai food
i had to smack his lips tell him shut up you’re being quite rude
smack his jaw slump to the floor he can see the backside of my boots
big shit slice his ballsack in two
he looked up at me and screamed what the fuck did you do
slice him up in midday with a deadeye like it’s high noon
walk away from the scene with headphones blasting my tunes
stuff you in a locker with your guts piling out
buy a pot of maggots shove the whole thing into your mouth
you’re too incompatible for king so hand over the crown
dump him in the lake watch his whole body go down

break his walls down like it’s Tetris
24 karot diamonds on my necklace

i said fuck that slump his ass on the pavement
told that bitch get out my way I’m here to make a statement
lock his jaw set this beat on fire like I’m baking
Rode round twice but their block stay vacant
end up on bestgore limbs I’m taking
My ex is an attached whore I think she need saving
go to the back more don’t think you gon make it
villain like Randall grab your neck I will break it

work it out don’t be a hero now
bop with my knife all over the town
When you act like a clown
press x to doubt
stop being a fool of yourself you clown

LOCKERBOY (PROD. FVCKAZOID)

2nd half is how I feel about this community rn :):)

lyrics:

talking to you is like talking to a brick wall
you don’t even understand it’s like we going round in a train that I can’t get off
my mentals upside down I wanna take my own head off
i don’t need any of these hoes that is up in my inbox
i aimed a wap direct at his hit box
the bullet and bones made a connection they hit it off
anything that you did i did it too
you’re not that special even though that’s what your mom told you
shoot him off of his bike ride now his shirt all tie dyed
fly him up like a kite tell his mom that her son died
Tuck him into bed play a little lullaby
now his soul in hell getting torn apart on the sunrise

I’m getting sick and tired of these soundcloud rappers getting exposed I wanna smash them with my hammer
can’t you just enjoy the music without touching kids or being a scammer
when I try to make this a better place I get clowned and told it can’t happen
cos I’m so fucking tired I’m just sick of this shit man
My mind is bugging out I wanna call my own hitman
on my self
I’m just raging today I even shouted at a milkman
if you’re a bad person you’ll get slapped with a saucepan

I HAVE A FEW WORDS TO SAY (PROD. CL!PPED)

“If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in.”

lyrics:

stepping straight outta the backrooms
make him bleed out in a ballroom
have everybody dancing in a pool of his blood wounds
step back bitch on god I will pack you
bend his shit make his arms flail like a cartoon
snap back with a slap on his wrist like it’s a loom band
two hands gripping on a gun you ain’t no man
shut him down like I’m unplugging his broadband
I’m paranoid and lonely so I keep an ak on my nightstand
if I rock you skull would you fight back when your heads gone you’ll like that
i wanna enter the backrooms and say imma come right back
smack the shit outta the entities and imma give them ice packs

stain the yellow carpets with red blood drops
i had to put a knife through her throat because that bitch is a thot
you clown on my music yet I go hard you do not
i didn’t even steal the sample from one of your songs

nobody can save me
I’m stuck in this daydream
i noclipped now I’m walking around tryna find safety
the backrooms is a safe place come and find yourself
just remember nothing inside cares about your health

welcome to the backrooms

art by nafinsux on ig

BACKROOMS (PROD. ZEMAR)

here’s a song I have no description for this one

lyrics:

got a uv light stepping into dying light
take a needle through your eye or in the gut with a knife
appreciating life is like winning a fight
but it gets harder now I’m running outta time
tell me what it’s like in hell
i can’t fuck with no mel 
ring the church bells
bad bitch put me under her spell

knock his teeth out like a dentist
stack him like it’s Tetris
ain’t no biometrics

on the internet you big mad
where’s all your friends they dead now you big sad
imma break you in two like a kitkat 
now he’s on the news like yeah yeah yeah we did that
tired of that sad shit it’s gotta go
figured out why you got shot you are slow
this ain’t ig but I still put up a pole
you can try to be me you’ll stay hidden in my shadow

make his face red like makeup
i been taking time tryna get my cake up uh
fuck your story it’s made up
push that boy around till he shows me what he’s made of
everybody knows it you’re a failure
you should go touch grass it’ll be your savior
wear a black cloak like Vader
send you round the Middle East see you later


cover art by chinchicklet

DYING LIGHT (PROD. YEETER X LEVYONTHETRACK)

this song is not serious at all

the lyrics make no sense don’t try to make sense of it

enjoy nonetheless

>:)







big announcement coming soon as well..

DANCING TO MY MISERY! (PROD. J S)

this is experimental idk

LYRICS

call me cocky nah I’m just proud
I’m going up here I am now
nothing but complications your head is vacant and I’m tired of you telling me that I’m not gonna make it

okay shut up for a second boutta pull up with a dottz 
that boy gon need a Bible when I show him that I’m god
fed him a chip to his tooth I’m not a dentist so he can’t talk
rapping shit in the booth I sound so british
are you having a laugh mate?
gave him a fade and a slap on his face
now we going back and forth like Tom and Jerry
he said give me a break my life’s at stake now he’s on his knees praying in a monastery
going round and round like a race make him hide in a shell like a turtle  
I heard you’re having a bad day
throw a book at his head like moaning myrtle

i don’t do this rap shit often
i normally scream like my heads in a coffin
have him coughing like he got covid I think you should head to the doctors
I’m just joking you’re gonna need way more than a doctor maybe doctor who
put you in the tardis send you home to your family in Timbuktu 

okay shut up for a second boutta pull up with a dottz 
that boy gon need a Bible when I show him that I’m god
gave him a 1 2 in the parking lot
tie the knot your girl is for the gang she a thot

okay im speaking from my mind right now
I’m tired of all the bullshit that forms in your mouth
time out
imma knock your lights out
told me that you’re better now I doubt
like what the fuck you talking bout

blow it up like apache turn everyone into zombies uh
nobody can trust you all you ever do is fuck it up
it’s the same thing over and over again you have talked enough
have had to say goodbye to some friends wasn’t my choice we got set on different paths

JERAHMEEL:
free yourselves for generations like a cemetery 
hereditary very icy like it’s ben and Jerry’s 
cold shoulder solitary, living totalitari 
military rule these niggas parrots and Canaries
acting fools 

niggas talking pocket watching sobbing starving for the clout 
till my pocket rocket target socket bleeding form their mouth 
yah music has no message nigga fuck you cryin bout 
niggas bot a couple followers and do a turnaround

MOANING MYRTLE (FT. JERAHMEEL) (PROD. CADENCE)

Lyrics: 

back it out I ain’t talking bout your dick now
if the pussy won’t talk imma make him sit down
60 seconds on the clock down a Gatorade bounce
think he gon blow up I got so many doubts

sex so good it gon give me a backache
over and again my dick squished like a pancake 
stick make that boy dance like he in ballet
bullet put you in a trance pennywise way
put you to sleep don’t need no beddy bye time
I’m a criminal church bells in my mind
I’m gonna take a nap nah I need a hike
I’m gonna rip your limbs off and turn you into a bike lol

weapons on deck I feel like the tac ops
wish I could fly that’d make me the black ops
is your brain there where’s the brain cells you lack of?
if you cant prove my point I will take my hat off

choke on a pack of rizla you’re a fool
Ain’t no competition in this scene * is a goon
i wanna smack u slapstick like a cartoon
big ass revolver like it’s high noon

woah woah woah woah

load it up it’s ready to go 
stop busting nuts over kids on omegle 
kill yourself pathetic scum you’re feeble

BOUNCE (PROD.  PANDEMXNIUM)

very fast raps

lyrics:

indulge in this madness
these lyrics are the answer
think I need a doctor
my heart is beating faster
im an awkward fuck i stress too much I’ve had enough my music sucks I wanna fucking kill myself im running outta luck

and then the clock strikes one
my tears are gone 
all my memories have combined releasing in megatons
roll up some runtz 
do it just for fun
smoke till my lungs turn black get gone
do you not understand what goes on in my head
im a mess I used to hide my ugly face and wear a vest
I detest all this racket get manners and try again
I deflect all this sadness with drugs and heavy sex
and now the beat switched up
keep your face above 
Imma slump you out
Cos my day just sucked
and I fell asleep with my face down under
now I’m seeing the pits of hell in my slumber

i am manic when rapping my head is lapping and slapping I need a napkin I’m napping 

Shut off his bandwidth
his attitude candid 
you’re a lil bitch I know that you planned it
i am a bandit
get off my planet
i always thought of you as kinda random

AWKWARD (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

zombe


lyrics:
cock the shotgun in a sexual movement
zombie apocalypse kill freaks for my amusement
Hunting season hunt down the pollution
Kill yourself fuck your contribution 
I’m gonna start a war revolution fucking abusive I might do him
teeth in the stick no toothpick
we getting rich go stupid

burn it down watch in the high ground lights out
total wipeout 
do all that shit in my night gown
slap that pussy up put him on time out

LXTHNL:

STUPID BITCH
I MIGHT RIP YO SHIT 
IN THE BACK OF MY BRAIN
IM TOO DAMN RICH
WE GON FIGHT AND ITS WAR
SHOTS TO THE FLOOR
PILLIN UP BODIES AND LEAVE EM AT THE DOOR


I MIGHT ROCK YO SHIT, AND START SOME WARS
WE RISING HELL THROUGH THE STREETS
IM GONNA LEAVE YOU SORE
I CANT FALL ANYMORE
IM KNOCKIN ON YOUR DOOR
I FIND YOU HIDIN AND I BLOW A ROUND AND RIP YOU STRAIGHT APART

FUCK THAT BITCH IMA END ALL HIS END
I PACK MY BAGS BUT YOU SUCK MY DICK
I WHIP STRAIGHT AROUND AND END MY SHIT
IM FUCKIN AROUND, BUT YOU ON FUCK SHIT
UNBORN TAKE THE FLOOR

DAY-Z (FT. LXTHNL) (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

ORGAN BAKERY (FT. LXTHNL) (PROD. CHINCHICKLET/NINJA)

i was eating m&m's during the recording just thought you should know that guys

PHANTOM IN THE DARK (PROD. YUNGDEATH)

dance to this

lyrics:

it’s not cool to get put in a box
mic check 1 2 heard your head got rocked
pipe down bitch or you’ll sleep with the dogs
their block went quiet they’re all in my moonrocks

fuck(x3) you
they’re like unborn how the fuck do you move like that
deadman wonderland in the booth
they’re like unborn why’d the fuck did you knock out my tooth like that

swing your cali packs uh
I’m a mad man always keep my bally tucked up
I’m a sandman always know that’s better than a bug
I don’t leave no trails but I still let the slugs out
could be on the dance floor could be in the booth I would still get my stick out dump it and shoot
make him bleed out like a cartoon no Tokyo ghoul
pack up your bags we gotta go

goin crazy on the beat I got sliders on my feet and I dance and dance until I throw up my feast

I’m tired (inaudible noise)
hit the dance floor wave your arms in the air
smack his head you’re worse for wear
you call that a hat that’s your underwear

blood stains gotta clean out the backseat
latex gloves I ain’t talking fake taxi
burn it up we’re outta weed now sadly
send this bitch to the shop

we gon fuck it up in the parking lot
that boy got shot and he needs a doctor
said unborn you’re a monster
I know I know is that a shocker
put that bitch on a leash need a collar
block that bitch on ig she’s a stalker
I’m a money maker not a talker
I got caught with an ounce in my locker

LIKE THAT (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

I had fun making this

lyrics:

lay him on his back laid flat like a doormat
put him in a trap pig head like a saw fan
throw a can at his head now he is dead
i will resurrect you so I can kill you again
i will burn that bridge when I come to it
he said he would kill me so I said come do it you ain’t buss it before
man whore you get shot through the door
twist wants more so I gave him four

Pull up to the function we burn that bitch
he got shot in the face he got popped like a zit uh
we at the round table you ain’t a passenger
you ain’t an archangel you ain’t a messenger
slap that prick with one hand behind my back
I will find your yard I got a treasure map
rip off my bunny hat 
sit in the corner
we cant step there because they’re all doing crack

I’m an asshole swallow you like a black hole
tadpole living up in a castle
youre on the wrong road it’s taking my soul I’m growing old I just wanna die wanna fold don’t wanna ride home
all these lyrics in my head are spilling like a mac 10
I was mid in the past tense 
I would dream of this back then

fuck it up in Big Ben dotty in my trousers
shout the plug I been here for an hour
fuck do you mean you ain’t on my team
you bought a track and gave it back you fucking costing me 
trauma from my past is a fucking taunting heap 
bundle of depression fucking cutting deep

imma be me do what I want I’m free
feeling lucky win the lottery
I’m boutta play some bingo like I’m old and I’m crusty
my back is hurting I’m becoming dusty

call me dynamo boutta show u some magic
he was there then he got chopped with a hatchet
we falling from the sky crash landing
entering your mind like hacking
stop following the signs you can’t hack it

I’m terrified lighter to my eyes still can’t see my life got it memorised so high all the time wreaking all this havoc torturing blinding hiding I hate fucking trying wake up just feel like dying 
roll a zoot to prevent my crying 
I’m tired feel manic and I’m still Ill yet I’m rapping lyrics in my skull coming round like they’re lapping

you don’t know what’s best for me all this hate speech you hate me you’re crazy maybe break me 
nobody is coming to save me you just think I’m lazy 
and rude cos I got attitude I’m not a fan of you 
I don’t like you no no no

fast shit you boutta get hit with a brick
boutta get hit with 6
imma steal your rizz
why you acting diff
you gonna need a facelift
how you get robbed then go back to the same prick

PIG-HEAD (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

pls surpass 58 🥲i hate that shit

lyrics:

(Hook) ⬇️ 
dream on
feeling dead to the world
I don’t got all the money and the fans and the girls
so what
who cares about cash i been wanna rap since I was 12 but if it don’t work out
so what
delve deeper into my own head is life a test guess we’ll never find out
so what
got enough on my plate feeling deader each day think Im fading away
so what

I’m in my moment 
I feel like I’m chosen 
get up on the stage I’m feeling frozen
let all my heart out
scream till it’s dark out
scream so hard blow the fucking doors open
you need a baby wipe 
better take your time
go and take 5 
get your stress in line
go and roll a zoot 
go and get some food
Clean yourself up for a show
I’m outta my mind

I’m gonna break
wake up see my face in the news
scream crazy on the stage on YouTube
gonna take my face to the booth 
few people gossip say I’m destined to lose 
i got the swag you know how I move 
I’ll take out your tooth tell you break a leg get up and groove
nothing to prove cos I know I’ve improved and I’ll rain down on you like a cold afternoon

(Hook) 

i feel like I’m cracked up
my mental got me flying I’m jacked up
I’d prefer it if you backed up
your breath is a hazard
you can’t watch your manners
my seatbelt is fastened
I’m unbelievably hammered
Spit fire like a dragon 
outta breath my lungs are dragging
but I won’t stop
cos this shit is my passion
you can’t beat my fashion
i can’t even have compassion
for the boy that talks shit about how he’s getting all his cash in

(Hook)

SO WHAT (PROD. NOROMEO)

lynricz

don’t ever let go 
be yourself and take control of what you know 
teach yourself to build on that and build yourself a throne 
i tried to teach you but you just don’t listen to a fucking thing that you are told
you just wanna fuck about and lie around with your bros

Come on this is outta hand
i gotta scream rap to get through to this man’s
i said it simple so you could understand
but you pushed it so I’ll trample on your plans
you look like you came from a lab
you think that I rate you but I’d trade you for a fab
sitting in my bedroom while I’m puffin on a dab
screaming all damn day till my vocal chords snap

little sad kid explaining how his life’s shit
growing up he got addicted to drugs and cancer sticks 
and now I’m falling
right into the casket no mourning 
wake up bright and early like hello my life is boring
say to myself one day I’m touring
hard to trust you when you’re not good for it
you will bite the dust if you make up stories
telling us how you making it sorry

don’t ever let go 
be yourself and take control of what you know 
teach yourself to build on that and build yourself a throne 
i tried to teach you but you just don’t listen to a fucking thing that you are told
you just wanna fuck about and lie around with your bros

WHATS THE FUCKING POINT
YOU ALREADY STATED THAT U HATE ME WHAT A FUCKING JOKE

CONTROL (PROD. AXXOW)

i am happy with this sonmg

right hook feed him spice like a taki
swinging action twist and turn like a car key
fist to the face permanent mark like a sharpie
head in a daze aimless wander like a zombie
burn
let it burn
you don’t learn
i know you feeling hella jealous bout the money that I earn
it’s absurd
i don’t have no time for that your feelings go unheard
don’t forget that you’re a nerd the money comes first

don’t talk on the net I know you sly like that
I smoke a 3.5 I ain’t even get high like that
throwing peace signs you are just a pawn on the map 
just a pawn on the board
lean lead out the ford
talk tough talk tall you know i rule 
still dropped outta school because the teachers were cruel
music felt like a jewel and now my fans fill a pool
skip class smoke a dual im bad I’m a fool

I’m an idiot
I’m never serious
i make music a lot I have experience 
you’re so oblivious 
you’re in a bubble
very mysterious
you must be trouble

tell him go and hit a shot for your mandem
i know he’s talking out a lot some of it is very random
you wanna go home in a box I don’t know about the comfort
yes I said box bitch did I stutter

an I said fuck that bullshit getting up in my way 
doctor doom I wanna rip and tear mess up a face
i don’t stretch I don’t get big I can’t even go invisible I wish I could torch all my enemies like I was johnny storm
this world needs a reform
global warning like a heat storm
life is useless like a test you would cheat on
scheme on cheating all the way like it’s an art form
all these words appearing in my head like a brainstorm

don’t talk on the net I know you sly like that
I smoke a 3.5 I ain’t even get high like that
throwing peace signs you are just a pawn on the map 
just a pawn on the board
lean lead out the ford
screaming La La La La shoot him
i wanna back it on him cos he talking all deluded
trace em down k9 we pursue it
your view on life seems too dim I see through it

also I didn’t make the chess piece in the art don’t sue me pls

PAWN (PROD. NOXVRI)

lyricz:

quick run
the feds pulling up they some bums
told him play the cassette bass smack like a drum
4/20 get loud find stash sit back
bell Moses the block is under attack
constant profit but I’m not a god
yeah
lyrics outta my head hair styled I’m Marge
I’m just tryna get home my life rated R
brainstorm another way to make my music large

are you mad that I am better bullet holes all in my sweater because I’m taking all these hits and I’m still getting up
4 bags in the back you gon piss in the cup
you gon hide like a rat but you still going cunch

you make money well done
I’m not versatile 
even though I got like 6 different vocal styles
heavy met 
too depressed
life is tragic
I’m upset
talking shit with confidence
then there’s coming for your neck 
hive mind spill the oil out the truck
good luck
raining and pouring I
hope that cunt slips up
fake buss on your neck run up take nun
all these fake diamond gems
are you really that dumb

quick run
the feds pulling up they some bums
told him play the cassette bass smack like a drum
4/20 get loud find stash sit back
bell Moses the block is under attack

ATTACK THE BLOCK (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

lyrics:

(HOOK)
 
man I bounce on the mic issa habit
I put in the work lyrics gotta meet to my standards
I was like throw
got a couple g’s in my jacket
please fed no
I gotta screw loose call me ratchet

you better step correct
fat fuck you ingested your neck
you got no luck make a mess on the bus fuck
tough guy u boutta quack on the mic like a duck
Ill still blow up my music hits hard like a truck
man I bounce when I’m in the stu the bass fill the room
I’m boutta mash up his face cos he called me a coon
its mad cos my ancestors shakin in his tomb 
I’m back and I’m here to rip and tear like it’s doom

(HOOK)

KUYR: 

Im cataclysmic,im really a fucking menace 
you know me i fit the statistic,
facts.
Knock him out Sonny Liston,
boy was just talking he don’t wanna risk it
Black on my fit, 
i look like Maleficent
Why you a menace, you dont wanna question it
These niggas fear me but they dont wanna mention it,
either way im too high like a pelican
3 k's on back like i fuck wit the klan ha ha ha think again
We x him out with a few cannons inside of my whip in this bitch nigga im megaman
Si-Sir Yagamiii not the goat or the baphomet yea theres no debate
Whatever you say ima hop inside a bugatti like Andrew Tate

No one can touch the 38 menace he really so devious,really mischievous 
Go against me you cannot be serious 
swear to god niggas be walking around here delerious 
Im grabbin the kitty, im grabbin her titty, im rocking balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci i mix with the prada

(HOOK X2)

PROD. SUM IG: @prod_sum
KUYR IG: @kaywarhol_
UNBORN IG: @imunborn

CHECK US OUT.

ISSA HABIT (FT. KUYR) (PROD. SUM)

BITCH IM RUTHLESSSS

lyrics:

bitch im ruthless
catch me reaching for my pack
I got a choppa know I’m mean 
demonstrating earn a stack
get you nervous
I know you ain’t wanna talk
I got a hunnid on my lap it be leaning up a glock

I told my mumma I’m gon make it we’ll be eatin diamond rock
I grab the rat I hold him close his nose be leaking up the snot
cos you talking all the most while running 10k down the block
put on my to do list send home in box
dark glock put a wrapper on it call it chocolate
shitting all on your achievements I stay one upping you
you can’t stay if you not decent I’ll do it all again
more likes on my recent im taking all your friends

it go quiet when I step in the room that’s a fact
put the shrooms in my face hit a bowl run a lap
unhinged ima upholding music maker man
I grin im jolting I just hit a tank

(HELL’S CHILD)

Yeah, bitch. 
Hell's Child crazy. 
Take a shot i never miss my aim pristine. 
Fucking with me on the game, master prestige. Known to mislead. 
Fuck with me i'll leave you dead, dead, dead, dead. 
Blood over your bedspread. 
Bitch i only want head. Fucking leave the feds dead. 
Die, die, die, die. Imma make your mum cry. Leave her son unalived. 
You know Hell's Child dont lie!

RUTHLESS (FT. HELL’S CHILD) (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

it's 2025, wake tf up

lyrics: 

yeah look who's back
man it's been so long I snapped
I ain't rapped
been bored, got fat like
2025 still need that
I got a penny and I spent it on a prozzy in dam
but I ain't fallen off yet
guys want me back I deleted all my projects
even stopped packs
I miss being in a topic man I fell flat
I didn't really wanna stop it

but I'm back yeah, I'm not locked off
in a nice car, with the top dropped
you fibre, shit hotspot
old timer, like pop rocks

bring back all the old shit
I'm bricked up like frank with a white bitch
spend time keep on thinking about my old hits
just trust in me I'm back I told him

UNBORN

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