TRACK 1.
(lyrics soon or not)




Let the fuck shit commence.
500 4 album.

OVERDOSING ON VIOLENCE.(PROD.ICE)

MUTILATE YOUR LOCAL DRUG DEALER Ft. OculaR (prod. killkodes)

Lyrics:

Pain scream

I want this to be my last
I hate everything

Pain
Fills me up

Where i want to scream
This is not where I should be

This life has brought me life
Yet I still cry

Never to show
I slowly drown

In the tears, I make
I bring Pain

Leave me
The plague that feeds
On nothing

Let's the rose
Wither away

Just like my thoughts
Slowly disintegrate 

I show love
But I feel Pain

Eat at my emotions
Eat at my soul

You made me show nothing 
But anger is all I have to go

Happiness in my aggression 
I don't want it no more

But you drilled it in me
You created me 

Now you hate me
I am nothing

I created something
But I'm afraid of breaking

Is there no fix to your creation 




Let this be my last

march into mist

+5107

YOU KNOW I WONT GO WITH YA
IM IN A BAD STATE BRUH
DONT CALL ME OR TEXT ME YUH
CONVERSATIONS ARE STUPID BRUH

I CANT FUCKING SOCIALIZE
I CANT FUCKING FEEL ALIVE
I CANT FUCKING SEE THE LIGHT
I CANT FUCKING BE ALRIGHT

YALL NEEDA STOP
DONT TALK ABOUT GLOCKS
DONT TOTE NO FAKE GUNS
DONT ACT LIKE U TUFF

U NEVER KILLED SOMEONE
U NEVER TOOK THESE DRUGS
U TALK THAT SHIT NAH NAH

SO SHUT THE FUCK UP
DONT ACT LIKE YOU TUFF
SO BETTER SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE CUCK

ALIVE [PROD. FREEZEYEAR]

you better shut the fuck up
before i make my fists fly
little bitch shut the fuck up
i dont wanna hear u cry
if u asking urself 
why im mad then find out why
i am used to walking
around with a blind eye 

shootout with the cops
no i wont stop till they drop
i am surrounded by opps
shooting from the rooftops
i am engulfed in flames
dont give a shit about claims
yeah i aint dropping no names
but everyone here is fake
i only fuck with you if youre k9
mercenaries leave you blind
beneath radar break your spine
yeah we share the same bloodline

blood is everywhere
smell of molder in the air
grab your bitch right by her hair
and fuck her onbeat to the snare

know your fucking place
pussyboy youre a disgrace
a shame to the human race
ill spit right in your fucking  face

you better shut the fuck up
before i make my fists fly
you better shut the fuck up
i dont wanna hear u cry
if u asking urself 
why im mad then find out why

STFU [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse & @dytenna
decided to stop working on an album (biohazard) for now, it drained my creativity & annoyed me. ill just continue with droppings singles for now. that means i can drop a song ~ every 2 weeks instead of letting yall wait for months. 

lyrics:
knife in your fucking back
kick back of my strap hit you in the neck
where you bitch at, put you off the track
ready to attack, weapons in my duffel bag
fuck rap i dont care 
give me my flow back
no cap never scared that i might be dead 
wearing only black
rather be dead than listening to your tracks


still dont feel nothing, still got no emotions 
bones just keep crushing, drown you in the ocean
blood is still rushing, i might need ibuprofen
never been social, hopefully death is approaching

IBUPROFEN [prod. PULSE + DYTENNA]

lyrics:

DESERT:

sorry if you'll deal with me
fuck you if you doubted me
painting fresh blood of a fucking butchered sheep
on your front door saying fucking "apache"
shatter both your knees
with a shovel, three
sixes what i see,
what i strive to be,
you cant stop me
face reality
you a wannabe
feel the machete

bitch eat,
eat concrete,
curb stomp
make you bleed
break your neck 
with my feet, yuh. aye
dont care if you hate me
discolate both your damn knees
stanag mag, rounds thirty
finna shoot who the adresse?
got a bitch lookin like kylie
i think im just high g
im still on that killingspree

MUTILATE:

Im sorry if you had to deal with me
fuck everyone who has doubted me
painting fresh blood of a  butchered sheep
on your front door saying "apache"
shatter both your knees
with a shovel, three
sixes what i see,
what i strive to be,
you cant stop me
face reality
you a wannabe
feel the machete
(x2)

DESERT / MUTILATE [PROD. PULSE]

s/o to him: https://instagram.com/p/B2SBWTFJX92/

prod @pxlse

lyrics:

just end my torment
all black like a scorpion
fall back, end you with my poison
war vet, seen it all to an extent
pouring, open veins splash like rain 

end my torment
all black like a scorpion
fall back, end you with my poison
war vet, seen it all to an extent
pouring, splash like rain on the floor, last warning

the mob comes equipped for warfare beware
if you see me in the streets ill make your life a nightmare
i dont care, im ready for war
pussyboy prepare, pussyboy prepare
ill put your fucking face right in the dirt
make every single nerve hurt
my vision is blurred
im an introvert
blood on my shirt
dont believe in what you heard
ive been cursed
my skin is burnt
 
just end my torment
all black like a scorpion
fall back, end you with my poison
war vet, seen it all to an extent
pouring, open veins splash like rain on the floor bitch,
all black like a scorpion
fall back, end you with my poison
war vet, seen it all to an extent its pouring, last warning

battle for survival
my life is a cycle
im loading up my rifle
battle for survival
you a copycat
i dont get that
where your flow at?
my boo is a brat
she want all of that
sucking on my shaft
hit it from the back, yuh 

just end my torment
all black like a scorpion
fall back, end you with my poison
war vet, seen it all to an extent
pouring, open veins splash like rain on the floor bitch
just end my torment
all black like a scorpion
fall back, end you with my poison
war vet, seen it all to an extent
pouring, open veins splash like rain on the floor bitch,

TORMENT [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse, sample by syler

lyrics:

i heard you bitch is a liar
it seems like i walk thru a pit of vipers
aim thru the scope like a sniper
my mind is gas and my eyes are the lighter
dont worry im gonna find ya
my bullets hit you through acrylic fiber 
po-po got me in their visor
i toss my phone and then switch the provider

changing my name yeah i feel like a writer
when i spray at walls with tools at them biters
talk shit get clapped like a mofocking spider
i speak in codes yeah they tryna decipher
imma pull up on your block in a chrysler
kiss the rubber of my mofucking tire
known on the block for being a fighter
my shots precise so yeah call me a striker

wake up early, selling packs
always got the tool im strapped
meet up with the plug at 10 
they never saw that bitch again
execution, blow out brains
body stiff, he feel no pain
fountains spraying from his veins
go out and bury the remains

oh my g
they be chasing me
never find me
never fucking mind g
drown you in the deep sea
hit you in the fucking knee
always got the fucking keys
make sure you will never flee

i never thought i would be here 
your body twitching bitch i gave ya  seizures
dont come in my dms asking for features
ill take the cash and then leave yuh
dont come in my dms asking for features
ill take the cash and then leave yuh
like gigi buffon i am a fucking keeper aye

SNIPER [PROD. PULSE]

Metal / hip-hop/rap / ambient/industrial / melodic

Let this be my last

Inferno XIII

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