written & performed by fxckjamie and dollbreaker
produced by sxreph
cover art by 6a6ayaga

(Lyrics)

[DOLLBREAKER]
ay, ay, yea
ding dong, got a problem i need to solve yea
steve jobs how i’m gettin all the guap yea
sent my music to yo bitch and turned her on yea
me and FXCKJAMiE gonna kill em all yea (x2)

[FXCKJAMiE]

I don’t give a fuck, imma chop em up yeah
Why you actin tough, You is just a punk Blade tucked  And 3 Bodies in the trunk
Blade tucked Pussyboy Don’t test you luck

Hellbent and I’m here to bring death
Wrong step put my gun right to yo head
I’m Fucked up from the blood that I shed
Razor blades and a bottle full of meds

we the wave quit comparing us to the others
Me and fangz doing drugs with your mother (x4)

[DOLLBREAKER]
ay, ay, yea
ding dong, got a problem i need to solve yea
steve jobs how i’m gettin all the guap yea
sent my music to yo bitch and turned her on yea
me and FXCKJAMiE gonna kill em all yea (x2)

THE KILLING (FEAT. DOLLBREAKER) [PROD. SXREPH]

LYRICS-



MILITXNT-

I need to cope
Lay In the water and watch as I float
Lay in the grave and come up as a ghost
Rotting in hell imma roast
Spitting up blood from my throat 
All of my hope is revoked imma sit in the dark all alone
I feel alone I have run out of hope 
Tying my neck on a rope 
Hanging me down on a pole 
Devil is taking a toll he’s lighting the fire like coal 
All of the angels will go up in smoke 
The deal we have made is a hoax 
I need to go 
Haunted by choices 
Keep hearing voices 
Actions bring habits I’m tryna avoid it 
Gray all around me the rain keep on pouring 
Filling my cup with a tear of importance 
I’m feeling pain 
Mask on my face got me feeling like bane 
The demons gonna dance in the rain 
Shake out these shackles and bust out these chains 
Come from the ground with a crown on my brain 
I feel insane 
I need to empty my head 
Put the beam to my skull make it red 
Leaking out brains on my bed 
All of the blood gonna spread 
I need some meds 
Put him in a bag hear a zip
Toss him in the back of the whip
Ready hear a blast from my blick
Knife to the vein on ya wrist make it drip
Running out of time kill him quick
Blade on my back 
Pick up the Mac add a Mag then attack 
Grind up his body and pack like a jack 
Cut off your head then I toss in a sack 



PROPHET-

Nail me to the cross 
Cuz I’m one of the gods 
god of the bloodshed 
kill for a cause 
Drag you to the woods
& your bound to get lost 
Leaving no evidence 
Case getting dropped 
Cock the Glock back
& Im letting it off 
Creep in the fog 
Cutting your throat 
when you get to the car 
See them in person 
They’re acting real hard 
Till I act up 
with the pistol 
and spark 
Choppa gets lit up like 
Candles in dark 
One in the head 
And put 2 in yo heart 
You talking hot 
And get shot on the spot 
Tighten the noose 
When I wrap round the knots 
Fuck all the feds 
Give a shit bout a cop 
Cut up the carcass 
And leave it to rot 
Serial killer 
My victims I stalk 
Follow you home 
When you go for a walk 
See me behind you 
Keep running don’t stop 
Leaking his brains 
& they outline in chalk 
Your time is ticking 
Always on the clock 
Call me the scarecrow 
always round crops 
Selling a bag 
I just re up’d the stock 
I hit the block 
With the crack in my socks 
Trap house is booming 
From cooking up rock 
Whipping the Pyrex 
Im stirring the pot 
Imma stay here 
Wether like it or not 
I’m taking everything 
Give what you got 
Stolen whips in this bitch
all of em hot 
Stole em straight
out of the parking lot
If it goes wrong 
I’m down to flock 
That’s what i do anyway 
to the opps

OMERTÀ- MILITXNT X PROPHET (prod.ARAGOTH)

ISTASHA x TWENTYTHREE Paleblood Ceramics

Lyrics:

Bitch Call me magpie
 Ill be shining till I die 

drainsouljahs

I just woke up and first I got high like a kite
Yeah Fuck life that is how i ride 

Never learned my lesson 
Now I’m Walking side by side 

with my brother Donnie Darko
Yeah ur weed smells like a fart bro

I’m am way to high, I’m not dealing with your shit hoe

Pls don’t text me i won’t answer, even when im on my phone, locked in in this cursed castle I’m sitting lonely on my throne, 




Bitch I know u hate, but still u try to clone, yeah I feel it’s getting cold man I feel way to old for this shit 
but I’m only 20 now, 

my pack is so fucking loud, I just popped 4 pills bitch no I don’t wanna hang out, 
 
I’m creating my own faction are these walls for my protection? 

I really just want to brake free 
I am hoping for a mansion, 

Getting crazy like I’m Manson, every time I go outside man  it’s only for transactions, 

cause I didn’t learn my lesson, it is so goddamn stressing and I’m hoping for a blessing, 

I am praying for the bands, do a heel flip in my  fucked up vans, 
I’m trying to change my life but bitch I just can’t, 

what the fuck is wrong with me I thought that im the man, 

im chilling in the dark and I’m starring at the wall, even if u call me I won’t answer you no  4x

I just can’t let go

Bitch Call me magpie
 Ill be shining till I die 

I just woke up and first I got high like a kite
Yeah Fuck life that is how i ride 

Never learned my lesson and I’m 
Walking side by side 

with my brother Donnie Darko
Yeah ur weed smells like a fart bro

I’m am way to high, I’m not dealing with your shit hoe

Pls don’t text me i won’t answer, even when im on my phone,

 I’m locked in in this cursed castle I’m sitting lonely on my throne

B1tch-c4ll-m3-m4gp13 (reupload)

W/ HXNJV - BURN [PROD. CLONNEX X ESPADA]

@fuckapache

Lyrics:
Breaching the results 
Gotta get enough 
Bad crop 
Seed torn Stealthily 
And toxic as I can perceive 

Siege and construct 
Driven over all 
Shooting up 
Three four MethyleneDioxyMethamphetamine

Swervin out the map 
And no bounds are present to cap 
Cap it up in tin 
When you're thinking that you're captain at the bank
But you gotta bare it with wooden the cracks
Ans guarantee Severity an ware is bad as gets
Catch Hit the bricks 
Light up faces impatient 
Attached on the fix 
And Succumb to sedation 
Ensign the shades in the basement 
Decayed away in the dark 
Sit in formaldehydic placement 
With your back at the wall

Apache:
burn all the evidence
murder caused pestilence
im sorry but im arrogant
your death is the resonance
cremated by the elements
time for an experiment
bone saw for the rotten limbs
my mind is in developement
failure in  genetics
made me to a lunatic

im sorry i cant help it
guess i gotta commit
ive always been a misfit
let you taste the curb bitch
you a fucking hypocrite
sweat is in your armpits

pouring gasoline 
ash is left on the crime scene
they put me into quarantine
wire me to machines
inject me pure proteines
escape the  facility
driving with high speeds
caused by nitro glycerine

they will never catch me
hidden behind pine trees
consuming pure LSD
i dont care bout nobody
12 is tryna find me
reverse the psychology
they will never catch me
cuz i be on LSD

Bitter Structures ft. APACHE [Prod. Istasha]

[Prod.ELE]

Follow: @fukkvermin
             @fukkvermin
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|ELE|
throw my nuke 
and puke on you motherfucking bitches
wear tactic vest 
all night
shot with the pump
in your chest
kill the fucking rest
bitch i dont need a test
i stay fucking refreshed

my handgun is fun
ski mask over my fucking face
bitch dont ask
consequences are so senseless
bitch you are so fucking defenseless
driving so fast call me 
babydriver
Take the loot
shot the cops
till the body drops

driving so fast call me 
babydriver
Take the loot
shot the cops
till the body drops

throw my nuke 
and puke on you motherfucking bitches
wear tactic vest 
all night
shot with the pump
in your chest
kill the fucking rest
bitch i dont need a test
i stay fucking refreshed

|VERMIN|
Throw my sharp fucking knife in your chest
You dont need a vest
Aim above your head
Put me to the test x

Bitch i need fucking drugs
Hiding weapons under rugs
Edgy faggots drink my cum
Watch me body dump

666 fucking bodies in my basement
You just need a placement
AR leave you brainless

|ELE|
throw my nuke 
and puke on you motherfucking bitches
wear tactic vest 
all night
shot with the pump
in your chest
kill the fucking rest
bitch i dont need a test
i stay fucking refreshed

Kevlar (ft.Vermin)

Lyrics:
Leave it down to the decimal
Losing count 
It’s identical 
Undefined by my enamel 
Bite the parts I pardon 

I must have fucked up my retina 
I see gallons 
Started dripping down the better part 
Ignite the Progress all Retarded 

Useless guided fuck 
Established 
Handheld 
Dripping down in puddles 
Padding brought the fall 
To an amateur bed 
Restart and crawl 
In a manner you get 

Never withdrawal
Back 
In a gimmick surrounded back draw
Backs
On the Lines that cut off like a call
Backs
Recycle the cause 
All black 

All black when 
I picture my eyelids 
Still manage to find something interesting riding the lines of my cornea 
I’ll keep my distance 
And viewed by recording  
Your process is stored in 20/20 HD 

Bet you still function in groups 
Bet that stays all of my income 
Think you’re the grace of the coup
Ride out the cinema Lincoln

LEAVE IT DOWN TO THE DECIMAL

Production, mix and master by me

Lyrics:
Same change no part fit the jigsaw 
Forced into place end up poor in fortune at the mix up 
New place, fFace Stored in a mason jar 
Open the lid end up pumped up full of black tar 

Brush stroke deep branch gone like a victim 
Bust, end up killing Peter Parker in a stick up
Man down pressed turn spider to vapor 
Banked under paper Abandon the bus

Circled Cloud of haze I’m lost in for days
Unfazed, hooked in strapped up to the matrix 
Tiles Stick the image of the Canvas that you Base in 
Process dumb Still flawed when you’re Tracing 

Nice genes, won’t you come a little closer 
You’re pockets are pretty, fuck it, won’t you open them up and invite me 
Jack the style in advance and then leave it awful empty 
Guess that the process will put Rembrandt in a box in the attic 
Proud of that route that I go, still end up back where I came from

CANVAS これを翻訳しました

Cover art: Abyssalsounds
https://www.artstation.com/okami-x

Lyrics:
I am fucking done with this
Not long untill i fucking cut my wrist 
All is fucked I cannot live like this 
I dont think there will be a single thing i would miss

Been too many years where ive been feeling like shit 
Been Thinking way to long feel like my brain gon split
Solitary is the only thing that i need 
You can shut the fuck up before your eyes fucking bleed

Strive for a better life but i keep fucking up 
Im doing my best but its never enough 
Self hatred is not something that i want to discuss 
Everything has gone to hell but im not giving up

I dont want to live like this 
Keep fucking up i feel like shit 
Anxiety has hurt enough 
But im not fucking giving up


The answer is right in front of me but i cant reach it
I am lost within no other feeling but pain
Im sinking someone pull me out of the rain

Years of spleen

art by brother  https://www.instagram.com/lenfant_ // @lenfantlondon

sharks on my feet and they brand new
lightnings on my jeans turn the black blue
see me walkin thru the valley and im packed up
hear me screaming from the lungs, it is
"mercenaries next up" 

rollin up a rocket im too sporty
fuck a fandom i dont fuck with rick and morty
got a reddot and a beam its for the glorys
break out my  cage and i leave the labratory

hella bands on me i feel dead and its okay
strida might have changed
and its not in a good way
runnin thru valley
got the mercs in my back man
bitch you eat up  balls 
so i might just call you pacman
gotta lotta ammo
guess the size we play hangman
 wrist lookin smart
i could team up with ben 10
chains looking hard
i could create a goth band
eat up my part
like its cake, i want whole bands

status unknown bitch im robbing some jewlery
call the ambulance bitch im on a killingspree 
walk up to yo mans one punch equals felony  
drum mag  go hard let it rain from the balcony
flee through the desert my shit is so stacked out
opps pulling up  oh fuck it got mad loud
hydrate myself with some water no pass out
hop in the caddy and i  look for a way out

sharks on my feet and they brand new
lightnings on my jeans turn the black blue
see me walkin thru the valley and im packed up
hear me screaming from the lungs, it is
"mercenaries next up" 

rollin up a rocket im too sporty
fuck a fandom i dont fuck with rick and morty
got a reddot and a beam its for the glorys
break out my  cage and i leave the labratory


suprise!


boy turnin dead cause he went off a pill
eyes turning red cause im smoking the filth
bitch i got contacts got eyes in the hills
man its on sight i got mercs and they kill

peter piper packed a bunch  of guns in his backpack
he was talking way too loud so watch his fucking neck snap
catch me in the alleyway im sipping on some red stag
beams everywherei feel  like im playing lasertag

Bitter Structures ft. APACHE [Prod. Istasha]

Istasha The Scrub