Trash I need to save

Istasha The Scrub

hard

neck it

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]

Darwin's House Of Second Chances

bb No BooBoo

Captions Are Automatically Generated

†††††  DEATH  BY  LUVV  †††††

LYRICS:

GET BACK
THIS LEAD, MY EXCEDERIN
TAKE A BULLIT TO THE HEAD FOR MY BRETHREN 
TAKE MY LIFE AND WHEN I DIE
ILL BE MORE ALIVE THEN I HAVE EVER BEEN 
RUSSIAN ROULETTE, WITH THE KETAMINE
MY BITCH GO FIRST, IM A GENTLEMAN 
TRIGGER IN HAND, NOW SHE TREMBLING 
ROMEO AND JULIET ARE DEAD AGAIN 

I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE 
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE
ROMEO AND JULIET ARE DEAD AGAIN 


NEW GLO WHO DIS?
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE BUT I CAN NEVER TRUST A BITCH 
DISECT MY WRIST , I BEEN STUNTIN SINCE A JIT
ROSE GOLD ON ME
CAUSE A MURDER IN THE PIT
GOT BANDS ON ME, MAKE A KILLING FROM THE LICK 
GOT DRUGS ON ME,  POP A BEAN GET LIT 
GOT SAUCE ON ME, HIT THE JUUG GET RICH 
GANG FULL OF GODS SO I WILL NEVER FUCK WITH SIMPS.

GET BACK
THIS LEAD, MY EXCEDERIN
TAKE A BULLIT TO THE HEAD FOR MY BRETHREN 
TAKE MY LIFE AND WHEN I DIE
ILL BE MORE ALIVE THEN I HAVE EVER BEEN 
RUSSIAN ROULETTE, WITH THE KETAMINE
MY BITCH GO FIRST, IM A GENTLEMAN 
TRIGGER IN HAND, NOW SHE TREMBLING 
ROMEO AND JULIET ARE DEAD AGAIN 

I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE 
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE


[ P.S.A  DO NOT MIX SUICIDAL THOUGHTS WITH DRUGS ]


ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

soundcloud.com/trashcat420

乂MURDER ME SOFTLY乂 (+ trashcat)

DIRTY NASTY SUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - WEST END

Produced, mixed and mastered by me
Vocals by @zotiyac

Lyrics:
YUH , AYE , IM OUT FOR BLOOD x4
DONT TELL ME YOU LOVE ME x4 
pardon my language im drowning in anguish i cant be acquainted with love that is tainted, i have been changing and you have been changing quite frankly you faking what i really live with, shit is pathetic cant live when im livid i might drop a body below with the fishes, then i go fishin and reel in a bitch hit yo ass wit that hook and my fist you be kissin , ha , lil bitch , 
YOU GOT ME TWISTED I MIGHT BE THE SICKEST BUT YOU ARE CONTAGIOUS I KNOW THAT YOU HATE ME I KNOW IM ABRASIVE I KNOW IM AGRESSIVE JUST KNOW YOU CANT CHANGE IT, YOU STILL GON FUCK WIT THE HOMIES NO MATTER, HEARTBROKE FUCK I BECOME A CADAVER AND I AM SO LONELY ON TOP OF THIS LADDER IM BASHIN IN SKULLS WITH THE HOPE THAT THEY SHATTER AND AS OF LATELY MY ANGELS DETACHED, FEELIN LIKE SCRAT IM JUST CHASIN THE NUT 
I COULD SCATTER YO BLADDER THE BLADE TO THE GUTS ALL I SAY IS GOOD LUCK CUZ BITCH I WANT YOUR BLOOD 
YUH , AYE , IM OUT FOR BLOOD x4

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bloodthirsty ft, zotiyac

K9-unit

1st vocalist: @yunghonja
2nd vocalist: @ghostofblu
production and mix: @frdmbeats

chamber 13 ft, hxnjv + ghostofblu

Support the artist
https://soundcloud.com/zotiyac
https://twitter.com/ZOTiYAC


Lyrics ; 

AYE , SHE SAY OH MY GOD YUH I SWOOP N SWING MY ROD 
ALL THESE NEW NIGGAS SAY THEY ROCKSTARS, YUH , 
BUT THESE FUCK NIGGAS DONT ROCK, AYE , GOT THE BABY SINGIN LIKE A COP CAR AH , BUT DONT FUCK WIT OPPS YUH,
ASKIN HELLA QUESTIONS LIKE NARDWUAR BUT LIL BITCH JUST SUCK MY JOCK YUH, 
SUCK ON MY DICK , WANT ME TO PAY ON HER RENT BUT THAT NOT HOW MY MONEY GET SPENT , I AM TOO LIT , FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU LEGIT IF YOU AINT NEVER BEEN ON NO LICK , ON MY TIP SPIT AND HER LIL TIP IT GET SPLIT WITH WHOEVER THE BITCH CAME IN WIT, WORK ON MY WRIST SHE GON TWERK ON MY DICK I COME MURDA YO CLIQUE FULL EXTENDED IT RIP , YUH  
MUTHAFUCK MY EXES UH , 
YO GIRLFRIEND DO STRETCHES YUH , 
THROW HER NECK SO RECKLESS ODELL BECKHAM IM GON CATCH IT HA , 
SHE BE SWITCHIN SEXES YO LIL BITCH SHE WIT THE EXTRAS AH , SHOW ME SOME RECEPTION TO FUCK NIGGAS NO CONNECTION

ZOTiYAC - F*ck A Rockstar Prod H E A L

COVER ART: https://www.instagram.com/lenfant_/

DEPTH STRIDA - ETERNAL SINNER [PROD. DEADMEMXRY]

IWannaBitchLikeDillionHarper (prod. Azrael)

lyrics:

Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I cant stand you not gonna take that sitting down okay I'll slam ’em
Body drop like drowning pool he 17 boy stay in school
Aint' gonna make me lose my cool that fan gonna blow right out the blue

I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
But he ain't coming back so don't be waiting for that sequel
Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear view
I dont care bout if this feed you watch me blade the key like Riku
I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover call your people get your brother
I'm aiming at yo mother if he think he slick as butter cant believe it grabbed your cousin while they dreaming under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse still gonna beat the buzzer
They never should of let me out
The cage I been in lying down
Exposing all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now
Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out
Yea 1k
Keep that shit 1k
Ball hard like 2k
Get yo face
Out my space, erase
Everything you make
Real quick, uh
Black hole yo shit
Attract yo bitch she pull close get sucked in
Damn that twit pic
She follow dick
Slip in slide her DM slip inside her she get wet
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like tech-9 divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like its triple x
I triple up yo debt
Now he doubting if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah wah
Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check that's pointed at yo chest
Whatchu' want wit me
Nigga whatchu' want wit me
This a Kodak moment cause we in here smoking broccoli


Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up
Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up

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6. Flashbang

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

PROD. @k_ai_se_r
MIX/MASTER @k_ai_se_r

[VERSE 1 ; KAISER]
FAKE FRIENDS
MESS WITH SATAN
IM SO BRAINDEAD
NO ARRANGEMENT
WITH YOUR GAY GANG

LOSING FRIENDS, LOSING SENSE
CRAZY THOUGHTS, SO INTENSE
CAN NOT SEE THROUGH THE FENCE
LET ME DO THE DEVILS DANCE

GET OUT OF MY BRAIN
IM IN SO MUCH PAIN
SOON I'LL FUCKING FAINT
IM THE DEVILS SAINT WITHOUT MORALITY
CLOSED MOUTH LIKE BUMBLEBEE
MY GANG - BRUTALITY
SIPPING ON THE HENNESSY

[VERSE 2 ; STRIDA]
CATCH ME IN THE FOREST WHILE ITS RAINING BITCH IM
LYING DYING NEARLY CRYING GOT A KNIFE STUCK IN MY THIGH
WE DA SPECIAL FORCES AK 47 NO REMORSE
IMMA SLAY THE ENEMIES ILL SHOOT UNTIL THE FUCKING BLEED
HIT EM WITH THE RECIPE OF DEVILGENE AND ROB THEIR POOR ASS FAMILY
I JUST WANT A PENTHOUSE IN MIAMI NO FRIENDS NEEDED MONEY SEEDED
IN MY CEILING HIDE MY EGO IN A BOTTLE FULL OF ALCOHOL
DOUBT THAT KAISER IS A BIG MISCALL

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

MERCENARIES'S MIND - KAISER & DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. KAISER]

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

PROD. @k_ai_se_r
MIX/MASTER @istasha

[VERSE 1; ISTASHA]

GRIPPING LIKE YOU EVER GOT TO CHOOSE 
STRAP IT ROUND YOUR NECK AND WEAR IT TIGHT LIKE A NOOSE

SEE THE ROPE IS CRACKING 
CYAN NOW THE TINT ON YOUR HANDS
VESSELS BRIGHTER NOW 
STRAINING ON YOUR NECK JUST LIKE THE YOGA PANTS

SEE YOU REACHING 
NOW YOU'RE TAPPING WITH YOUR BOOTS
FUXKED BACK TO THE START 
SUCKING AT YOU OLD DRIED OUT ROOTS

CARRIED ON YOUR BACK 
WHAT YOU PACKING BUT THE REST OF CAST?
SHITSHOWS ENDING FAST 

YOUR BOUT TO CLOSE 
YOUR BOUT TO END 
YOUR BOUT TO BURY YOURSELF IN YOUR SHADE

ONLY TUNE I EVER CATCH YOU HUMMING NOW
RUSTY BREATH AND NASEAOUS SOUND
BRINK OF BUSTING OUT THE SHROUD 
UNDERGROUND 

HIT ME HARDER THAN SOME ANASTHETICS
I'M THAT FIRE STARTER WITH THE PYROTECHNICS 
BITCH YOU BOUT TO GET IT

AND NOW YOUR BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE 
I CAN'T PLAY 
FACE STAINED 
COPIED AND PASTED ONTO MY GRAVE

[VERSE 2; STRIDA]

I BEEN TORTURED ALL MY LIFE
GOING THROUGH IT IN DISGUISE
WEARING MASKS JUST TO FORGET HOW PEOPLE REACT TO MY FACE
WHAT A SHAME YOU ARE TO LATE
YOU MADE TO WHAT I AM

FUCKING DISGRACE
I NEED A PLACE
CATCH THE CASE
ESCAPE THE CHASE 
EMBRACE THE PHASE 
OF MY MINDSTATE
I BEEN  STUCK HERE IN THIS PLACE
THOUGHT OVER THOUGHT AND THEY ALL WANNA BE MY FRIENDS
COUGH AFTER COUGH I HEAR VOICES SCRATCHING AT MY FENCE

I GOT SO MUCH LEFT TO SAY BUT WALLS REFLECTING MY MISTAKES
SO I REMAIN IN SILENT LEAVE YOU BLINDED FROM THE DEVIL GENE
TAKE A LETTER TAKE A PEN AND WRITE THE MESSAGE WITH BAREHANDS 
I AM  FREEZING START BELIEVING NOTHING IS JUST LIKE IT SEEMS 
AND I THINK ALL THAT STARTED IN MY HEAD
FUCK I NEED ALOT OF REST

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

GHOSTSIDE GENOCIDE FT. ISTASHA THE SCRUB [PROD. KAISER]

prod. @pxlse
mix/master @istasha (special thanks)

LYRICS

STRIDA ON A MISSION
I GOT FUCKED UP FROM PRESCRIPTIONS
I DONT WANT A BITCH TO LISTEN
WHEN IM TALKING BOUT MY PROBLEMS
MY MIND FUCKED I GOT OBNOXIOUS
I SEE COLORS LIKE BOB ROSS DID
TEST SUBJECT I FEEL SO TOXIC
DIAGNOSTIC ALCOHOLIC

I DONT KNOW IF IM IRONIC
FUCK THAT SHIT LETS SWITCH THE TOPIC
THIS WORLD GOT ME MISANTROPHIC ITS THAT
MERCENARIES GENOCIDE
ENDLESS DEATH LIKE COLUMBINE
CYBORG CALL ME FUCKING BRYAN
BROKEN MENTAL FRANKENSTEIN
BODYS DROPPING TO THE GROUND

GUN NOISES THIRTY ROUNDS
MOUNTED ON A HELL HOUND
WHAT IS UP YOU FUCKING CLOWN
STRIDA WEAR THAT THORN CROWN
SITTING ON A BLOOD THRONE
UNDEAD TROOPERS INBOUND
FIGHT THE LIVING
MAKE EM DROWN
AND THIS TO A BATTLEGROUND

THIRTY ROUNDS [PROD. PULSE]

In honor of spooky season FT. DEPTH STRIDA

Come Over When You're Sober, Pt. 2

Runaway

Broken Smile (My All)

prod sketchmyname

dont go
u dont have to leave and u know that
lately i just wish we could go back
i care way too much and u know that
was born a broken heart it never sewed back

made this for fun
enjoy
love u
freestyled punchins, btw

Lyrics:

i might sacrifice her 
ifw she fw me

dont talk to me if im not baut to get paid
switchin lanes
hittin stains
take a blunt right to the face
it aint the same
bet my xanax take my pain
bet that bitch gon give me brain
im only fuckin for today
then make us go on separate ways
she actin sad but she ok

said lil bitch i really just want to smoke
we can fuck but better keep it on the low
i can never trust a fuckin hoe
if the try it then she hit the door
hop in the whip and hit the fuckin road
x2

i might sacrifice her
if she fw me

white boy with a face tat whos that
i got wax i got hash
i got cash thats comin fast
i got stupid bitches that are stayin in my past
thats facts
i cant fw that
now im chasin racks
relax
i wont relapse
i just see the facts
and i mean that
i just lean back
and i recap

said lil bitch i really just want to smoke
we can fuck but better keep it on the low
i can never trust a fuckin hoe
if the try it then she hit the door
hop in the whip and hit the fuckin road
x2

i might sacrifice her
if she fw me

FWM (Prod. Dyleechi)

Prod by Somber
Art by @sxmudio

Lyrics:

I think I took too many pills
Now I’m feeling like the shit
I’m Burning hundred dollar bills
You can meet me in the pit 

and fuck a house up on the hills
Ima die before I’m rich
I’m Feeling like I’m gon get killed 
Once I get my hands on it
x2

I got some problems and nobody help me
i think the benzo the only thing helping
I pop a lot just so I can stay healthy
My soul just rot until the devil sell me
I’ll start a plot if you wonder what hell bring 
I smoke a lot Keep my DMs on pending
Don’t fw no thot I get mad when my cell ring 
U kno you ain’t hot send the shots that you sending 

My shit rock like Im Elvis
Put that glock in your pelvis
Screaming stop you gon felt this
I can’t stop cus I’m selfish
Feeling great when I melt his fucking face
Letting go of all my hate
Full of anger been betrayed 
I prefer my benzo laced 

I’ll be outside
With the .45
when will you arrive
I wanna die 
someone take my life
I’m fucking dead inside
I’m Traumatized

Pull up in a tank 
This ain’t what you think 
let his body sank

I just leave on the table 
It turned me hateful
They should be grateful 
I never never paid for
None of the fame 
You lames claim huh 
Face drippin Warpaint huh
Bet that barrel got some range huh
Neph gang with the flame huh

PROBLEM$ (FT. TAZ) (Prod. Somber)

PAIN AGAIN [PROD. NATEC]

Mulan Part ll, thank you all for listening

instagram @ sombersuicide
twitter @ sombersuicide

prod by yours truly
engineered by yours truly
art by @ bydesxgn ( twitter )

Lyrics:


*chorus*
yeah i keep a blade strapped like im mulan
old bitch want me back hoe u should move on
that blunt fucked up my neurons
her brain on jimmy neutron
i blow up put crew on
im dripping red like dupont
face tattood on

i think of suicide no cap
im running laps
im out of breath a hear t attack
i cant relax i might relapse
i told my bitch to hold the strap
i told my ex to get a map
im on the map dont get attached
i cop a pack and then flip that
i got it back and start to add

fake friends satan got a plan for me 
they hatin, fading, u a fan homie x2

*chorus*

im so glad i quit sippin on 40s
hoes stay mad but im happy when im lonely
i be in my bag but u wont see it on me
came up from my past nothing that u can tell me

u can get popped like a norco
shorty heart cold like the north pole
fuck on her soul and throw that hoe away
no id never fold for a hoe theres no way

THANK YOU!

143

MULAN (PART ll) (Prod. Somber)

do u relate, i need help

instagram @ sombersuicide
twitter @ sombersuicide
snapchat @ prodbysomber

Lyrics:

fuck life fuck living i just wanna die x4

i aint somber for no reason bitch i wanna cry
in my honor on her knees she like not in my eyes
plz dont roll my blunts too tight
i need my funds too high 
i need a new four five
now you might lose your life

pop out! pussy i wont let em kill me wearing stussy
he was talking but who was he
leave his body in the country

u get smoked like a hookah
u dont bang no bazooka 
fuck the fame and fuck your jewler
use my name u clout abuser

big talkin
leave u in a coffin
like im richtofen
do this often
wit a stick walkin
now im big-ballin

(chorus)

they think its a game this aint beyblades
talking baut u wanna meet your fate that ak spray
i need to get paid fuck the half i need the whole thang
all i see is grey i feel dismay i like it that way

damn it fucking rain a lot
fuck that chain it cost a lot
i scrape the paint and mop the block
you think we gang we not at all

i took some things im nodding off
my music bank im poppin off
depression came it off an on
i drink the blood like dracula 
i eat their soul like - (chocolate)

*chorus*

SUICIDE! (Prod. SIX HUNNID)

2 steps back and I fade out 
Reload the page all blank 
Hard to Trade off
Compromise 
Ain't shit
Like it straight up 
I don't got the cache or the bandwidth I'm gonna stay off 

Fuck all the vicious aggro
Regret it 
I got it stuck on the backup 
Bag it 
Full of macros 
I reckon I'll never use 
I'm useless 
Sly
Creeping up like cataracts 
I'm persona non grata 
Rated off 
Just like a startup 
Corroded 
Eroded 
Artifacts 

Fucked up 
Strained duct 
I been overdue 
Like dusted lungs 
Swat em in the background 
Process  startup 
Brought up untied and rebooted it over 

Strapped around and dragging it back on the mud 
All taste just happen to numb 
My tongue mistaken 
Breathing now at the ground 
No cunt but treating shit like a bitch

Artifacts/System Error

Istasha The Scrub