@666-feet-under IS BACK BABEY

Lyrics:

Sigilmane:
WHY WONT YOU SCRAP BITCH
LET GO OF THE MAC
PUT YO FIST UP IN THE CUT
FUCKIN BITCH COME TEST YO LUCK
I SWEAR TO GOD
MOTHA FUCKA BEST COME GET YO 
...
BLOOD SUCKED
Burn a pussy boy up in the sun
Tiltin in my brain
Everybody think that I'm insane
Rollin in my grave
Rising up because I want to drank
All these 
Motha fuckas
Think I Weeze
But I'm laughin at the thought of butchering all of their knees
BITCH

THIS A STICK UP
PUT A BODY IN A BODY BAG
I DONT WANT NO MONEY
JUST FULFIL MY PSYCHOPATH 
BETTER STEP BACK
SHIT THE FUCKING SINNA CRAWLIN OUT
IVE BEEN SPENDING ALL  MY TIME
STALKING IF THEY
RUN THEY MOUTH
... LAST TIME IT RAINED
I HOPE YOU SMELLED THE SMELL.
BLACK MIST FULL OF SPIRITS WONDERING
WHY YOU BEEN MISSIN
FUCK YO BITCHIN 
I BEEN REMINISCENT 
SPARKING UP MY INCENSE 
WE GOT TONS OF MOTHA FUCKAS TO GREET YOU WITH FUCKING BUSINESS
MASS SUICIDE
WE CAN HEAVENS GATE TILL WE ARRIVE
PUSH THE KNIFE INTO THE FIGHT
GUZZLIN DOWN ALL YO PRIDE
EXECUTE THE STANS
BITCH BREAK THE SYSTEM AND THEIR HANDS
BEST TO THWART THEIR FUCKING PLANS
BEFORE I LET GO OF MY STANCE

Undead Ronin:
LETS GO MOTHERFUCKER
HEARD YOU WANT MY ATTENTION
I GOT A COUPLE THINGS TO SAY TO YOU
SO LET ME ENLIGHTEN
ITS TIME FOR SHIT TO CHANGE
FIRE CLEANSING THE GAME
NOBODY TAKING WHAT IVE DONE
SO GET THE FUCK WAY FROM ME
I BRING THE PAIN TO THE OPPOSITION 
MURDER HAS TAKEN ME THIS IS THE MISSION
SATAN HAS BLESSED ME GIVEN THE SHOGUN MAGICK KULT RONIN
BLADES TO BRING BUSTAS TO RETRIBUTION 
THIS THE ONLY HOPE YOU GOT THE MAKE IT HOME MANE
TAKE YO FREE WILL
GUIDE YO PATH TO MASS SUICIDE

ON THE RIDE
SHOW YOU VISIONS OF THE CRUCIFIED
CYANIDE IN THE PUNCH
TAKE YOU HIGHER THAN YO GOD RESIDES
Leave you terrified
Pussy bitches crying acting like they didn’t want to die
This is fuckin deicide 
Nationwide they gon hear about the murders
News cast suggests the man responsible is cursed
Worth more than to life bitch 
Antlers on my head like imma Wendigo 
I’m creepin in the night bitch
Violence flow in my veins 
This the way that I’m living
Wishing pain on my foes
Genie granting my vision
Bring fission to bodies
Shit call that division
You fuck with the Kult 
Case goes cold man I’m chilling

MASS SUICIDE

The Black Mass - MASS SUICIDE [prod. Undead Ronin]

LYRICS:

People want lyrical depth 
I want literal death 
 too many steps
Lookin at life 
Like come on 
what’s next 

BING bong 
still 
On my hustle 
like a Girl Scout 
Slangin tag alongs
My brain is a sandbox for my demons
notebook is a 
Playground for 
my demons composition 
Sorry if my terms aren’t in layman’s 
Let the 
wild roam free 
If I didn’t have this outlet 
My name 
would of 
been accompanied 
by an R I P

Debilitating OCD 
ADD 
Rampant irritability 
Momento Mori
Medias contaminating minds like dysentery  
Catapulted myself to misfortune 
Usually ponder about dying often  
The fact this life has no reason 
Is ironically 
a reason to keep livin
People will hate you 
No matter if you say somethin
or do Nothing 
They just hating 
cause you are somethin

I remember plenty of times
Thinking that was 
the moment that did me in
where I would no longer 
be coherent again

People are vampires
Giving them attention is basically
Like watering dead flowers
Waged war with the person 
I’ve seen in the mirrors

accretion of grim chatter 
is the battleground
I came to encounter 
That hole within 
I couldn’t seem to counter 
As I stare blankly with my 
Hands on the counter 

USED TO HAVE 
Lysergic on the sugar cube
Lying on my back
wondering what I’m supposed to do
Is it an issue 
I have issues
What am I morphing into

People want lyrical depth 
I want literal death 
too many steps
Lookin at life 
Like come on 
what’s next

Some people can be hearing you 
but not listening to you
These Thoughts get Intrusive 
Neurotropic nuisance 
Basically I’m not basic
Not always based with my music 
Brain isn’t in order
 like a numeric

Self Sabotage [Prod. DUMBCHILD]

prod. sixthells

Feeding my demons away from the light
Don't want nobody to see who I am
Why would I stop after giving my life
I'd rather be dead than be blending in
Walking around like a motherfucking devil
I got no soul like a revenant
I wanna fly but I'll never land
All of these nightmares they never end

I'm losing my patience, I'm losing my vision, I'm losing my mind
Drifting away from the living, away from the vivid
I'm reaching the stars in the sky
Live in shadows, away from the fame
Don't need your love, no no, we not the same
Forever underground, I'll never change
Forever underground, I'll never change

Feeding my demons away from the light
Don't want nobody to see who I am
Why would I stop after giving my life
I'd rather be dead than be blending in
Walking around like a motherfucking devil
I got no soul like a revenant
I wanna fly but I'll never land
All of these nightmares they never end

feeding my demons

Prod. Sixthells + Mossback

I've been waiting
Let it fall apart, not again
Drown in sorrows, wanna get away
In the dark, in my room
Talk with my blade, she can tell the truth
Fuck with my head , so she'll end up in my bed
Fuck is you talking bout? All these brothers want me dead
I'll see you at the bottom, bottom of my grave
I don't wanna talk about it, maybe another day
I just wanna figure out a way for me to say
How I really feel deep down in my chest

I just want peace of mind
Anxious all the time
Hanging with my homies reach a million fucking dimes
hear you in the streets, but your family on the line

Don't care about no stove, don't care about your clothes
Don't care about your money, man, you spend it on a hoe
You just flexing with no goal, he just wanna die
This ain't a surprise, nothing make em feel alive

I just count, no mistakes, I do this every day
Never tired, never resting, everybody on my kcid
They don't know what I'm saying, baddie by my side
Your bitch she trynna save me but I'm probably gettin high

I see the sky turning red, means a motherfucker dead inside
I'm killing gods by the river, no one's safe from the ripper
Hollow chest, live or die by the blade
Living fast, getting wasted by the late

I've been waiting
Let it fall apart, not again
Drown in sorrows, wanna get away
In the dark, in my room
Talk with my blade, she can tell the truth
Fuck with my head , so she'll end up in my bed
Fuck is you talking bout? All these brothers want me dead
I'll see you at the bottom, bottom of my grave
I don't wanna talk about it, maybe another day
I just wanna figure out a way for me to say
How I really feel deep down in my chest

How I really feel deep down in my chest
How I really feel deep down in my chest

deicide

Deicide

CUZ I PLANNED IT w/ Jmattson & Notions [Prod. Fallen]

A thousand sirens at the press of a button

goreboyrich x dirty domi — pussy boy (prod. @tomigyore)

BOOM BAP INSTRUMENTAL BEATS - FREE BEATS - FREEDL

Phantom Sole Anthem

Lyrics:
Misconceived
Disbelieve
Resonating out of key
Bottom of the pocket It's sodom and you can never leave 
Artisan resting up 
Test the wheels in dirt and mud 
Rusted off them shakels
Your talking inside your catacombs 

Settled chalk
Writing it til your finger grinding on the rock 
Enter the pentagram 
Hack at your benefits 
Efforts? you never said anything; evidence 

And you choke a case
Ok Amazing Set your bitching now aside Inside your cage
And drown in rage and spite you're missing out 

Writhing
Day by day 
Robbed of the walls 
Put you out of the way 
Tainted cell 
No way out 
Ring the bell 
Hanging from the bars 
Won't maintain 
Tainted waste in the well 

Sewer fluid run in ruins 
Agonistic resin 
Chewing 
Institute of fusing 
With arrows Inside yourself intrusive 
All abusive 
Lost of meaning 
Indecisive seas 
No seaming 
Deep inside deceit 
And recive a sight Insufficient 

Eyes are not perceptive 
Keep leaking ethanol 
Regressive 
And Slowly dripping out the Molotov 
Following on the message
But you're focus stays suppressed 
At the number of additions 
Not impressed 
You're Just a fucked up lost boy 
Stuck inside of forced choices

Fresh batch cooking in the oven, might forget it and leave it slightly burned [Prod. Istasha]

NoneOfTheAbove(w/soap.)[Prod. Gauntlet]

[prod. Sixthells]


ＬＹＲＩＣＳ
Always kept down low
I was nowhere to be found
Just try to take my soul
While the devil's not around me
He just takes control 
When you leave I get the weapon 
In your face eyes closed
You'll be gone at any seconds

Look at my faith just tell me
Something I need reasons
Your not gon fall just keep you head up with the visions
Keep working hard don’t lose yourself up in the mission
You might go far fuck the haters 
This the season

No problems if I lose then imma go figure 
Take the body then I throw it leaving no witness
Ain’t got no shame 
All you rappers sound the same
To this date 
I been counting fucking cash money
Gas coming straight
Everything came so fast
Will it last?
I just pray
Never wanna go back
Still the same to this day
I been counting fucking cash money
Ya its coming straight
Everything came so fast
Will it last?
I just

Fresh batch cooking in the oven, might forget it and leave it slightly burned [Prod. Istasha]

Istasha The Scrub