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Produced by Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

see my reflection like a stain on the wall
them ugly little marks 
I’m ashing out my cigarette 
I fidget till another sparks 
I’m coughing up that asphalt that’s covered up in tire marks
greyer than the concrete that covers up entire parks 
flowers crawling up the crack I bet tomorrow they'll decay 
weathers like a hellscape as I empty out my ashtray
I got no pictures but I think when I was young 
and looked around i don’t remember looking so Grey 

Bridge:
man shut the fuck up for a second 
like I give a shit 
you staring at the mirror asking 
who lit yo last cigarette 
you chose to be that ignorant 
that violent belligerent
with knives up in the kitchen in between yo fucking finger tips

Hook:
why focus on that terrible you?
pull the trigger heard a bullet fly by terrible you
n shit no places feel like home when it’s just terrible you 
who left me all alone to play with terrible you? 
why focus on that terrible you?
pull the trigger heard the bullets they missed terrible you
bomb a business 
wreck your credit
flick a needle 
burn investments
triple homi
co defendants
me and terrible you 

Verse 2;
when your sober I can’t speak to you
loosen up and focus back on all the drugs
this paranoia got its grip on you
when your sober it’s unbearable
why focus on the terrible?
you feel the tremors creeping
somethings in the wind again 
you double check the locks on all the medicine
go ahead and can call the hospital 
they’ll tell you nothings wrong with you 
you want some sickness step outside 
it’s been a year or two 


Bridge:
man shut the fuck up for a second 
like I give a shit 
you staring at the mirror asking 
who lit yo last cigarette 
you chose to be that ignorant 
that violent belligerent
with knives up in the kitchen in between yo fucking finger tips

Hook:
why focus on that terrible you?
pull the trigger heard a bullet fly by terrible you
n shit no places feel like home when it’s just terrible you 
who left me all alone to play with terrible you? 
why focus on that terrible you?
pull the trigger heard the bullets they missed terrible you
bomb a business 
wreck your credit
flick a needle 
burn investments
triple homi
co defendants
me and terrible you

Terrible You

Neverending Dream w/ Psychedelic Marni (Prod. Northeast Lights + Rush)

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

prod/mixing: @MALWARE
https://on.soundcloud.com/ta9Gj
lyrics:

-MALWARE-
i got snipers on the roof 
why the fuck you talkin like you fuckin bullet proof
posted with your shawty got her smokin virus boof 
pull up with a semtex cos what you gonna do 

i got a bag full of guns 
if i catch you lackin yeah i know you just gone run 
pull up on your block like it’s baghdad 21’
see your body fall when i pull up with my drum 
you bitches are pussies and that shit is evident 
ima pull up on the president 
yeah i’m the evilest resident 
talkin on me you pussies be hesitant 
ac130 is up in the air
she scratching my back n i’m pullin her hair 
look in my eyes i know that you scared 
how can you love me when i never cared 

i got snipers on the roof 
why the fuck you talkin like you fuckin bullet proof
posted with your shawty got her smokin virus boof 
pull up with a semtex cos what you gonna do 

-Z3NZO-
I got snipers on the roof
Don't you make a move
Pointing iron at your goon
Who the fuck are you
If there's problem you're a fool
Sitting on your coffins 
Smoking on this virus booth
Malware is my shoota 

Pray bitch I am your christ
I got nothing in my eyes
Hit up my phone says that you wanted to die
Is that a truth or a lie 
I keep your fate on my side
Pull the trigger without saying goodbye 
Don't show my face cuz I'm shy
Giving command, opening fire

VIRUS BOOTH FT. MALWARE

@ssjcxrpse
@ghostieantiworld

A karmic cycle is a repetitious pattern of events, emotions, or realizations that occur in your life. It appears in your life as an opportunity to break negative cycles and subsequently reap great wisdom.

do you realize what you just did? (ft. CXRPSE) (prod. Ghostie)

P1GS

Lyrics:

First. Lemme shit stir on my enemies
Shut the fuck up I don't give a fuck about your energy
You're dead to me. Everybody lost their personality 
Now this world is overrun and everyone's fatality 
Jus stay away, why is everybody looks at me that way
Bitch you see me laughing cause I truly got nothing to say
I just want to focus on my breathing when I fade away
Everybody sick as fuck and I'm the one who have to pay 

You bitches causing all these itches
Want to take my heart when it's already in ditches
You shoot then you misses 
My mags hold double digits 
I'm not like other misfits
I'm fucking up you day
The price to pay is not enough


Hit a lick when I turn 40
With my 40s, holding 40s
All your curfew can't control me
When I'm getting down n dirty
Imma make my fucking money
Any means that's necessary
I'm gon laugh when I get pay
In my getway but... 

First. Lemme shit stir on my enemies
Shut the fuck up I don't give a fuck about your energy
You're dead to me. Everybody lost their personality 
Now this world is overrun and everyone's fatality 
Jus stay away, why is everybody looks at me that way
Bitch you see me laughing cause I truly got nothing to say
I just want to focus on my breathing when I fade away
Everybody sick as fuck and I'm the one who have to pay

EVIL EYES [PROD. ALLIRT]

In My Zone

Prod by -PHXTON-
Features -KILLAZAZEL-

Lyrics
(Z3NZO)
Post your body as a giveaway
Cops is on the way
Hop in a getway
I digged the body out the fucking grave
Bands I have to make
Bills I got to pay
You'll never get your fucking get back
No cap, that's that and you'll never coming back
Catching bodys everyday
Doesn't have to be this way
But I got to get paid
To keep my demon a bay 

That's 1 2 to 3
Why the fuck you looking me like that
With red lips sticking
With a red dress knees high boots 
Who the fuck you gon curve
That's 1 2 to 3
Why the fuck you looking me like that
With an ass that fat
And she's keep looking back
And she knows that I like it like that

(KILLAZAZEL)
Why the fuck you looking at me 
Put your ass on live leak 
Pussy wanna try me 
Finding that unlikely

You ain’t pass the vibe b 
Got to run it by me
Never do the right thing
All you do is typing 

Like 4 
5 
The 6

Ay yeah make it triple 6
Always making steady hits

Like I’m 
Gon fuck
This bitch 
Ay yeah 
In her throat until she sick
Bitch don’t get it on my ricks like

I’m a nasty fucker but I guess that’s jus me
Rather be me than fucking scotty OD
Imagine being hated by the whole damn scene
I’m just chilling with the bros 
Always moving care free like

Brodie done the race like a fucking Grand Prix
You wanna get the packet it ain’t coming tax free
Always jumping man but I ain’t ever been a flea
That’s your fucking bro ? Imma make him bend the knee

Look 

Know it’s been a minute let me shout out yungski 
Shout B U D
Shout all of my gs 
And while I’m fucking here lemme shout my new b 
Know she do it sweet like Arizona ice tea

POSTING BODIES FT KILLAZAZEL [PROD. PHXTON]

Used to be a friend of death until they prevented death
Cables in my stomach made my digestion reject them meds
That trauma it sent me there it cost me fucking head 
It cost me fucking flesh I cover flesh so they don’t stare
Dye my hair to change my look so I don’t see my fucking self
Rip my hair out of my head coz I don’t feel my fucking self 
Cutting into my flesh just so that I can feel something else 
Then covering up my flesh so that they don’t think I need their help  

Everynight I stay up pray that I don’t wake up
These thoughts they fucking take up so much room I turn to razors
Just to erase all these faces that I’m facing everyday
It’s making my face look the palest the safest place is in my grave
Huh I just keep pretending now that all my pain has ended now
All my thoughts have exit out but fuck that I dissect them out
They said they would check on me but now coffin’s they checking out
Tryna see if I would fit but nah fuck that my legs stick out
 
Used to be a friend of death until they prevented death
Cables in my stomach made my digestion reject them meds
That trauma it sent me there it cost me fucking head 
It cost me fucking flesh I cover flesh so they don’t stare
Dye my hair to change my look so I don’t see my fucking self
Rip my hair out of my head coz I don’t feel my fucking self 
Cutting into my flesh just so that I can feel something else 
Then covering up my flesh so that they don’t think I need their help  

Blood spill out like Zinfandel worshipping nah infidel
Tell me bout your heaven nah fuck that because I live in hell
Take these pills then sink and tell my therapist I’m living well 
Lies in all my words just so that I can hide all my intel
Don’t try and depend on me I don’t even depend on me (no I don’t)
They think that they know me well I don’t even know me well (no I don’t)
They keep tryna engage with me l keep that 12 gauge on me (ay)
Blam all of them slugs into my brain there ain’t no fucking saving me

i don't know me anymore (Prod. Outworld)

Psycho.Sis

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