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

Istasha X Sxmpra - Soup For Dogs

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:

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]

Istasha x TWENTYTHREE Wrong Step!

@mvzi
@6a6ayaga

HOOK:

I don’t wanna move, I don’t wanna talk
I don’t wanna feel this pain, bitch I’d rather rot
Chilling on a roof, then watch how I jump
Splatter on the pavement, X will mark the spot
Throw my body like a dart

Lately baby I’ve been feeling pretty pissed off
I’ve been mad for no reason, maybe it’s the seasons
I got deep thoughts, no assistance, from the preachers
I can’t fucking find my way in this world, fuck the system

MVZI:

I’ve been going ghost, picking bones up with the crows
Crazy mother fucker, put a blicky to your dome
Never cold, but got no soul
On a mission on the low,
Oppositions blow my phone, they’re gonna meet their folks
Dump their bodies like a stone

Put me in the psych ward
Got nothing to die for
Silly little hoe, I be snacking on your life force
I wanna make your bed drop
Put me in a headlock
Hand around your throat, pussy with the legs up

Karma comes around, I’ve been warn your ass before
If you not gon tie your tongue, your words best come from the core
Better duck behind a door, my choppas middle name is gore
Count the tally, keep the score, knocking domes off like a chore

6a6ayaga:

I done burned so many bridges that I’m running out of lighter fluid
people tryna copy but nobody do it how I do it
slid so many blocks with a mask and a full clip
Ima catch a homicide random no motive

Oh shit
See a pussy talking on that hoe shit
In a good position with this music I can’t blow it
She ain’t ever fuck with me but now she lick the whole tip
blunt she pass around I hit it once and let the bros in

Bitch I’m shooting real steel lil boy you shooting airsoft
Yo bitch become an ocean when she listening to my song
Tattoos on my wrist and on my face when the time comes
I just put some diamonds on my wrist now the times gone

If there’s 3 of you and one of me I like my odds just stand and aim
Im posted smoking Mary Jane just hoping it will cure the pain
Voices in my head they always talking tell me I’m insane
I swear they told me do it and that’s why I had to bust his brain

And I been smoking on yo dead homies
8 grams 8 dead thought they’d put a price on me
I got me some money so I had to put some ice on me
Everybody want the riches but no one wanna fight for it

HOOK:

I don’t wanna move, I don’t wanna talk
I don’t wanna feel this pain, bitch I’d rather rot
Chilling on a roof, then watch how I jump
Splatter on the pavement, X will mark the spot
Throw my body like a dart

Lately baby I’ve been feeling pretty pissed off
I’ve been mad for no reason, maybe it’s the seasons
I got deep thoughts, no assistance, from the preachers
I can’t fucking find my way in this world, fuck the system

SPOTIFY

DARK MATTER w/6a6ayaga (Prod. FALLEN)

Features: https://soundcloud.com/twentythree777
https://soundcloud.com/sulphofficial
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/osdbleach/

SAVE ME

SAVE ME FT TWENTYTHREE & SULPH

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Istasha x outsiderX - Gene Mods (Prod. Istasha)

Istasha x Sect Unit - New Strings (prod. Istasha)

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

When Your Son Is Venison

Istasha The Scrub

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