Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets

Lyrics:

What’s your opinion on the dire situation?
Ought to rip through the lid 
I need a line
*Citation*

All the rust build, Keep it like a red mark 
Sleeping through the skin 
I Wanna sell my soul thin 
No shark 

On the sill 
Scatter round 
Plant patters on me 
See the dead dogs barking up the redwood tree 

Never sow no doubts but they all catch seed 
On repeat sleep eat breathe seethe and retweet 

I took my shirt off in the yard 
The silent trees all saw my skin turn into dust 
Fly like seeds

Elefant

Lyrics:

24 shots 
Down a buck
Shitfaced and then repeat
On my circadian crutch no adrenaline 

Venison Lunch 
Full,Fuck
Belly button punch out 
The way I’m soaking in my drip just like a towel 

Hold up, I got a thread that you can never follow 
I keep it red and sweet for Gretel gotta get a collar 
Just do it, Dot and with a dash I’m a like a semicolon
Oh my god, I’m swimming in the river when my thread is cut off 

Fuck im Sinking down just like a truck 
Cut bands Gnaw 
Great, Unstuck 

Fuck,I got my dentist in a rot 

Gottta bite Gold Chains 
Out of luck

Like a rat 
Turning back 
When the pesticides hitting me like a bat 

Out the park 
Writing bars, No way that I’m in it I’m better sending my regards 

The way I sit; Like my seats electric 
I’m a a Best Buy filling my cart up with anything that’s rejected 
Never cold feet, when the shames on repeat
I got entropy added
ad there No benefit 
at peace so breathe

When Your Son Is Venison

Lyrucs:

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a brick to the head 

Stay sickle like a spine on trial 
When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent 
No fentanyl 

40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit 
Call me monetary gain, im a prophet
Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping 
My retina, blank 
Stay blocking up 

Swing wide, go side 
Never age, Soul side 
Rewind, Benjamin 
Overtime, Dolls eye

Could vision, No flash 
But I’m full blind 
Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine 

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a trail of a witch 
Shit 

Feel lost 
Crow pack, Have my teeth picked 
Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick 

If I’m ever losing touch 
I’m out the back 
K.O

Cannot keep on taking shot 
Crack 
Sarajevo

Phantom pains is all I got 
Block 
Bodies in the gutter 
Cup of rot 
Duck thots 
Bye buttercup 

In the background 
Split me like a wing 
Huh 

Manufacture up 
Worship anything 
huh 

Getting dragged down 
Went in that thing 
Black hole 
Succ
Turn into a coiled up spring 

Go
Red light 
I’ll intersect that spot 

Call me six 
How I’m sensing the plot

The Heat From The Sun Is No

Happy birthday Tom Cruise!
Lyrics:

Cash cow 
Ass out 
Looking like a rascal 
Pat till I pass out 
Fur coat mascot 

Gotta gut it end up bitching Like a bad dog 
I ain’t been according Got that Michelin trash star 

Fuck a whole damn 
"Greed til you get "
In the goat line, Get the Last place at the vet 

With that Prozac tap 
Got that sera full cap 
Full mag 
Full of merry go round gum 

Man got buns
Hanging over em
Rum to Bunsen burner 
And bottles up 
Molotov Round them cunts 

With the Countdown 
Guns that could dump that junk
Caught me scrappin like a bum 
Without Backup 
 
Put plans,don’t attach it
Turn it down Like it andybody asking 
With the full black boot So ratched
Ain’t no doc worth the rocks 
Out of fashion 

Pay em like they get 
With a ghost and a debt 
Tell me like a needle 
I don’t wanna know, bet 
Without a mask 
No respect 

Hunches back 
Ain’t no stretch 
In the booth counting checks 
Looking like Alita with the teeth of a koala 
On the chase 
I’m like a furball baddie on a bed full of tech

Brickwall Brickwall Brickwall

Istasha X Sxmpra - Soup For Dogs

Shoutout outsiderX for smashin this track

Istasha X outsiderX - Fever Dreams

Lyrics:

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave


i take a dig i take a second
wasted shift inadequate days i need a decade
i take a fix but it defective
just a whiff, hurting my sense i need a severance

heavenly ever since i reset
i could power up
elevate like amphetamines
i dont mix it up
pedigree
got that waste i could wither i need the kerosene quickly
light up the house but its dripping
call my supply the pacific, you see its vacant

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave

Bungo Worm Dance Party [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:

Under trees i could lay 
No shade 
I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain 
Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn 
But i cannot  shift anything 
On the minute I could change my Name 

No
Witch that could phase my brain 
Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed 

All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood 
Buds are bad crop 
Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain

Ghost 
Leave the scene 
Go burrow down in debris 
No control 
No receipt 
No buy back 
Drift with the leaves 
In my hell 
Forty feet 
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep
Leave my face 
Live in my space I paint opaque

Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull 
I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full 
Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil 
I could play my part  no vigil
Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug 
With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug 
Hall of fame lay tame 
Residual 
Sever connections 
Affection
Forget em all

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:

No cheats dont see past treelines
no DVD no rewind
on the coast in the backwoods chasing
gracious haste
we move like felines
cut back withdraw so we lie
awake at nights no sleep, aight
your flashback closes
showered in roses
shut it off, ghost til we die

on the road theres something awry to me
i see the lies

Pet Snails [Prod. Istasha]

I can be your angle....or yuor devil

Istasha x TWENTYTHREE Wrong Step!

Doused down the cast
Match and light it up
Hidden down your sleeve
Bet you don't believe
Grieving when i interrupt
Aroused by the shit that you've seen
Like it's nicotine
Pressure building boiling point is reaching
Gambling like you're dreaming

Stakes so high they're subliminal
I can mimic the ritual
Hit the limit
I get it that's just a gimmick

But the clocks ticking
Ringing my headache is on the brink
I'm might have said it between the lines if you read it
But bitch illiterate

Down and swing around
But where's your hammer now?
Unless you coming out the cloud with a frown
Now your face at the base of my d*ck
Personalities evasive
Covered up and never traced outside their base

Doused down the cast
Match and light it up
Hidden down your sleeve
Bet you don't believe
Grieving when i interrupt
Aroused by the shit that you've seen
Like it's nicotine
Pressure building boiling point is reaching
Gambling like you're dreaming

Damned on your back
Bitch you bout to get it again
Ascend when i bring it up a level
Like i never saw the pain of my supression
When you're coming out the chains

Bringing out the panic
Schizo-motherfuckin-frenic
Folded back and laced in venom
Where is my mind?

Down and swing around
But where's your hammer now?
Unless you coming out the cloud with a frown
Now your face at the base of my d*ck
Personalities evasive
Covered up and never traced outside their base

Pieced together like a cheap pair of pants [Prod. Istasha]

In honor of spooky season FT. DEPTH STRIDA

Superfluous since the first day
Hear the carol of the needle cannot wait
Leech an odyssey of ashtrays
Put a saddle on your back I need a break 

One percent to black 
And then you back into the set 
Hear a snapping the second it conjugated 
Lean the fuck in to your high space 
Faded? okay 
Armed up bandit pull your sleeves and trek in missions 
Need a band to make a renegade of vessels set to mitigate 
See the preacher needs some ayahuasca 
Knocking at your bible Book of psalms, a gaol 
Break open a batch up for your recital 
Wear a tie 
Choke and blackout till your 20/20

Doubted sin 
Disease 
Admission; Snort Cocaine for Jesus 
Zip 
Contagious 
Stay affected like an Alcoholics fetus
At the Everglades and knees deep
Rattle brain into a seizure 
What you want?
Take your bitching 
get baptized until your gone

Snort Cocaine For Jesus [Prod. Istasha]

Super big thanks to @mugetsu117 for the vocals, and sorry for the spam on discord.

LYRICS:
[Mugxtsu]
You are dead to me.
I saw your cold body.
Torn in pain.
I don't know what to say about the blood. 
You are, I saw your cold body.
Torn in pain.
I don't know what to say about the blood. 

I don't think your right about fucking anything.
I don't think you can do whatever you want here.

Oh I did not do anything that deserve
getting put away from my killing spree.
You are dead to me.

[Scrub]
Dressed down 
Get your answers somewhere else 
Or with something 
Unthread all strands 

Blind 
Sight shit 
Black 
Stare at the guide 
Take out the vision 
Draw a blank on it, decide 
Phase out 
Pages declined 
Ruins at the mission 
Write a bible of my crimes 

Stay in cement 
Dry 
Run I hit the back line 
Flipping positions cardiolipin reads the scan lines 
Play in the fence 
Sirens 
Gon hit the vein right 
End of dependence
A pending end
Don't ever sound right

Obsolete (with MUGXTSU)

Lyrics:
Caught in breakrooms 
Unofficial excavations 
Digging deep inside the mind to find the problems are fictitious 
Want a part among the victims? 
See your knees get blown to pieces 
Iwo Jima style 
No big surprise 
When pride is up, decrease it 

Fuck is in your patience I would pay to see you waste it 
Like a prostitute with no excuse but reckless evocation 
See the blisters on your conscience 
Catch you neck less and beheaded 
Part from body, spilling nonsense 
Automated off of credit

Running out of steam I'll see you drowning with the fishes 
No supply 
No pressure 
Waste of power Where's the bitches? 
Train your pride to find some fuel to ride tracks and hide your hypocritic eyes Up on your plate 
And dine alright for preaching bugs and crickets 

Sit your ass down Full like: "I get the bag" 
Ain't depressed still run that shit "I get the bag" 
See a freshman lie 
Never ever hit the back 
With your practice, act like trash 

DEPTH STRIDA:
writing about stuff i hate?
ay thats no fucking problem
first thing is that his dad should have used a fucking condom

shit is getting personal
your stuff unaccessible
cause earrape is arrestable
ay strida and istasha
dirty flow like gutter
when you flow u stutter
you a  motherfucker

fuck
come
test me bitch
show me all your stupid hits
i
dont
care bout clicks
i see that you beg for it

trapmetal is a fucking bliss
just influenced by stupid kids
that beefing over stupid shit
like which screams more distorted is
get your fucking shit together
show the scene that you're mature
no one of us will be ever
famous like your favorite rapper

White Noise (w. DEPTH STRIDA)

Lyrics:
One brush in a pipe dream 
Blood rush interface heme
Straight mush on the bright screen 
Blindfold when they push 
Leave em 
Loose like disrupt
Bitches see you handcuffed 

Paint unfolded 
Renaissance
Obey em like a bishop 

Pop drop down 
Like a tablet in a Tesla 
Back of the seat and I see the back of a pedestrian

Rise into veins 
Let it travel like the venom
Had it miles into pain 
Like an addict out to get em 
Gassed into place 
Run a motor on the open home 
And stop when no one notice like im deep inside the catacombs 

Fuck my brain 
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter 

Drown my strain
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter

All Outta Oil (with DEPTH STRIDA) [Prod. Istasha]

Packet loss 
In for days 
Im bragging in vacuum 
Fuck an evasion
Stagger 
Imagine if I couldn't taste shit
Backup 
I could never live another second in that ape-shit 

Stalking 
Track on that snake pit
Pack and evac 
Come back 
Never make it 
Drag in the cat
Gotta cut up in the back with the cramping
Not grab enough and then end up; I grab her duct and fuck her face in 

Forced it out the muck 
My collection full of fucking rubbish 
Torqued until your trunc'd
Wrapped around it like an early knob 
Distorted 'bout to clip 
De-contorted out the grip I slip 
No border on on the grid 
I ride the edge until I'm missing.no

Crypt locked
Trace less when you dox 
I'm at their throat 
Blocked
Mouth I degrade 
No antidote 

Im not a goat
Dont slay me off for faith 
I line the oroborous non decoded 
Level with an eight 
Cannot encrypt

Print me like newsstand 
Black round my hands 
I scroll the paper round the page 
And roll it back into a strand 
Uh 
Feed me a decent virus 
I got corrosive virus 
I got adhesive virus 
I got elliptic iris

Sleeping when you see me 
Like the color out of space 
As deep a sea as it is seamless 
from beneath just like a 
Dark horse

Packet Loss [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
With the all black mask full of tricks
Keep I keep it out of risk
What's enough?
When they ask what I miss
What do we say 
Running it back reminisce

I Stick in the backbone 
My spinal tap is sucking stone 
Straight down the marrow 
Like some shit I cannot swallow 
Go back 
Can't trace
I won't cut shit shit through 
Like the strain on my net 
Can't dodge the path 
I won't forget it now
Tie one last chord until it fits me aight 

You got blood; black 
Pumped full of petrol 
Okay 

I got HUDs stained 
Tracks like a metro
Okay 

I'll derail
This square no tetra 
Out of touch there's a stigma of rust surrounded by mech its okay 

Carry all black tired
I express on my face 
I address shit quick 
Cut bags full of weight
In the veins
And attire out of space 
I leave my eyes at the table 
And i let go of this place

I Wish I Was At Home Playing Mass Effect 2 Right Now

Lyrics inc maybe sometime soon who knows with me

Its Bath Time, Dont Touch My Duck

Thanks for the title inspiration on Instagram love u

Benny Please Come Pick Me Up

Shitty video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3liiSLlPAg&t=

Come Get Your Omega 3 [Link in Description]

Very temporary artwork!
Track off an upcoming ep dropping august probably hello

Wasp Tongue

Hello, here is a track that i made along with some cover art :-)

Somewhat Interesting, Mostly Placebo

Better Use That Torch

Whale Sound ASMR

Cover might be temporary idk reeee

Lyrics:

Change that frame
I got it great on a bad day
Stay chained to the weights 
On a grayscale, I’m stained with the new strain 
Crossed okay, toss me in paint

Ghost like won’t open 
Keep my mouth sowed and I’m gone 
Would gain a face like a totem, without a body I got none 

On the base like hydroxy 
Float away? I keep my ground
And I got no touch like im still broken 
Okay, Focus, Trojans leak in 
Soaking 

I got myself on the deck like a crushed up pill 
Leave me sobbing about textures overkill 

I die again, on my best side 
Strapped up on the hill, Okay I get it 
Tape me burning, keep that shit on as a filler

chafe from the Chains
To your taste i am Slave 
Carried to the grave
Press it down and leave me paved 

Out the gate no mistake 
Ain’t no minutes in the day
Carried to the grave 
Press it down and leave me paved 

Twisting that neck and leave it backwards just to save face 
I spin the shit just like my business needs a decent artist 
I gotta dip just like your brain off of the rave traces
I fall asleep on all your shit

Koala Teeth

Hypothetically, We All Know Where This Is Going

I could not think of a title

Lyrics will be here: 

In a bit ok

Lyrics:

Envclave, I’m stuck in like Lichtenstein 
Hit the ground and I break my back 
Call it fracture with twisted spine 

Masoleum 
Rest in fetal position when bombardiering 
Got their business done 
Get digging their graves and not a shrine

Pyramid blueprints like a Ponzi scheme 
I got it cut like lysurgery
Not an acid dream 

Crawling under their skin 
Just like a beetle in a needle with heads in a jar 
But no marine in sight 

Bald win like I got Alec In the cast
No Chrome, metallic 
Just pitch black 
All Days stuck covertly passing in a mask 
With a flat face, bump resolution its only faceted 

Assets stuck in traffic 
A loan hooked up in a casket 
Call the morgue, we got a mortgage in a jam 
It’s a disaster 
Hold it, plaster me 
Embalm my estate 
We gotta castrate, ought to sterilize with aldehyde 
Always lock in their fates 

I got one letter texts 
But no Kalashnikovs 
That shit is just a k 
We do like Bogdanoffs

Crash it, can’t be seen 
We scramble all 
Without the perks it’s just the eggs 
We keeping warm when sippin antifreeze

Sturgeon's Law

Production by me unless stated otherwise.
Y'all think i wouldn't give credit? Smh

Istasha The Scrub

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