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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

Produced by @88vlexx
Featuring. @distortionthe1

Lyrics:

Undead Ronin:

I am not okay
I live with a broken brain
In my thoughts I fade away
And never see today
I am not okay
Never been okay
Dealt with demons all my life
My blood about to spray
I am not okay
The zombies eat the sacred lamb
Eat my flesh
And break my bones
I resurrect like superman 
Damnation is unavoided
Leave humanity infected 
Elevated warrior 
I’m leaving with a broken clan

In the cell with my blade
Boutta blackout
Sleep paralysis the demons come attack now
Zombies everywhere
I brought them up 
Don't fuck with me 
Undead Ronin is the shogun 
Broken clan but not forgotten
Time is now yo debt is due
Life or death that’s what you choose
Swing of the blade I slice you too
Blood runs black now you join too

I am not okay
I live with a broken brain
In my thoughts I fade away
And never see today
I am not okay
Never been okay
Dealt with demons all my life
My blood about to spray
I am not okay
The zombies eat the sacred lamb
Eat my flesh
And break my bones
I resurrect like superman 
Damnation is unavoided
Leave humanity infected 
Elevated warrior 
I’m leaving with a broken clan

Lord Distortion:

Break my clan my last thought is vengeance 
Plague my mind, I cast off infected 

Couple shots he coughing up and
Losing conscious void is coming
Nothing really meant a thing 
They singing with the noise of blood shed 

Pull that weapon and the sacrifice is bound down
Glitches in the matrix got me feeling like God now 
I just feel like garbage, not enough, I fucking fall down 
Need some fucking sedatives if I just wanna calm down 

Undead Ronin

I am not okay
I live with a broken brain
In my thoughts I fade away
And never see today
I am not okay
Never been okay
Dealt with demons all my life
My blood about to spray
I am not okay
The zombies eat the sacred lamb
Eat my flesh
And break my bones
I resurrect like superman 
Damnation is unavoided
Leave humanity infected 
Elevated warrior 
I’m leaving with a broken clan

THE BROKEN CLAN

THE BROKEN CLAN (feat. Lord Distortion) [prod. 88VLEXX]

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

Istasha x TWENTYTHREE Wrong Step!

@mvzi
@deathguardmob

cover art by: @fxckyoujamie

Imma make it to the top
I will give it all I got
Heard these rappers talking bluff
I stay ripping off their tongue
Wanna see my brothers up
I won’t stop till I’m a god
But I’m simply not enough
But I’m simply not enough  (x2)

I just want my momma to be proud of her own kid
She’s thinking that the devil has consumed him deep within
Maybe she’s not wrong, he’s a loser, living life in sin
Duo with the serpent in his mind, not regretting it

Maybe I’ve went numb, maybe I’m the one who’s gone insane 
I should up the RUGER, to my dome, blow my fucking brains
Baby I’m a crow, you don’t want me, that’s all I can say
Never been the guy that’s for you, wouldn’t want to bring you pain

First on my wishlist, death never miss it
Feeling like an nuisance now my middle name misfit
God will not miss this, tired of this sickness
I’ll be rotting in the soil where the sun can’t reach, I’m hidden

I’m too scared to talk about the feelings I’ve been hiding 
I wonder if I’m day dreaming, cause I’ve been feeling tired
Wish I never missed my chance cause she’s a fucking diamond
I’ve been stuck inside my mind, I can’t wait til that shits silent

Imma make it to the top
I will give it all I got
Heard these rappers talking bluff
I stay ripping off their tongue
Wanna see my brothers up
I won’t stop till I’m a god
But I’m simply not enough
But I’m simply not enough  (x2)

SPOTIFY

RISE UP (Prod. FALLEN)

LYRICS:

Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

Had a dream that I was taken to the heavens
God is fucking dead and angels rotten eating off him 
Religion is a fallacy
My blades are told in prophecies 
I’m god of death
And god of war
No man can fell this monstrosity 
Magick Kult shit
Rituals of blood bitch
Got a problem with my crew
We breaking bones bitch
Back up back down
You won’t make it out
Split yo fuckin skull
And take yo body down to hell yeah
Spread death spread hate
Till the pain is gone
Spilling blood out on the floor
Until the break of Dawn
Undead undone by the dark sun
Pussy wanna talk talk talk till his brain gone
Wanna fight? wanna die?
Ain’t no way that you reside
I’m a motherfucking monster
With a blade on my side
Poser wanting clout so he gon hit up my line
With a lie on his mind and his brain in my sights

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

SHXLO:



Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

RITUALS OF BLOOD (feat. SHXLO) [prod. Undead Ronin]

TWENTYTHREE - DEATH RITES (prod. @istasha)

LYRICS:

Rest where the hearse is, leave it in the walls
Sever this immersion, I aim until the fall 
Never stay above the surface, I’m searching for it all 
Follow me in to the dirt, I found a home around the halls 

Death rites, sign the line up in a haunted house
Dead right, tying ties and never let ‘em out 
Red sight, entire time, go ahead and walk ‘em down
Falling for nothing, a brighter light I never found 

Why they talk lies back, 
With a brand new face leave a hole right fast
I got ghosts in my head imma die line flat 
Stay away from the rest, never go like that, nah
Falling, severed in the sun 
Any second leave a message in a hollow to the lungs 
Ever tethered from above
Buried out with anybody, feel a sorrow loss of love

I see these death rites colours 
Living out of sight, new light, still suffer 
I see these death rites colours 
Living out of sight, new light, still suffer 

Death rites, sign the line up in a haunted house
Dead right, tying ties and never let ‘em out 
Red sight, entire time, go ahead and walk ‘em down
Falling for nothing, a brighter light I never found 
Death rites, sign the line up in a haunted house
Dead right, tying ties and never let ‘em out 
Red sight, entire time, go ahead and walk ‘em down
Falling for nothing, a brighter light I never found

DEATH RITES (PROD. ISTASHA)

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

Don't Give A Fuck (prod. NetuH)

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

Wasp Tongue

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

Istasha x TWENTYTHREE Wrong Step!

Istasha The Scrub

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