HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLOW

What an excellent day for an exorcism 

Pulled up with a bag
Brown stag, keep ‘em floating
Sipping on a broken potion
Death is on its way, it’s loading
I don’t want to play, it’s Logan
Creeping out the grey I’m lost in
I don’t laugh, they think I’m joking
Really I don’t pray, just hoping
That my pain will pay me often
Before I’m inside the coffin
So my girl can see me flossing
So my sis can see me bossing
So my Ma can see y’all moshing
So my dad be proud I’m off it
So my bros don’t see me frothing
Live in fear of silent nodding

Lean up in my soda then I lie back
Baby girl done told you
I don’t like that
Oh yeah
Gas up in my swisher then I light that
Lemme pass it over
Would you like that?
Oh yeah
Hard to see me going down the right path
Everyday I wake up
I remind that
Oh yeah
She hate to see me cruel like you alright Gash?
Trynna make me better
I don’t mind that
Oh yeah

Hollow got some problems
More problems, they keep on stacking
All that money must’ve got him
He’s rotten and always slacking
Lot of motherfucking bottles
He pop em, it ain’t dramatic
Standing on the fucking bottom
A father amongst the maggots
Ain’t nobody left around him
Ain’t pouting, he’d be ecstatic
If his family fucking want him
He’s darkened and feeling panic
All these demons could’ve bought him
I’m lost, you don’t understand it
Drifting, trynna find a path I can walk
And they think I’m manic

So goddamnit
Why am I planning?
There’s nothing more I can manage
Feeling damaged
Circuits failing
My motherboard need a bandage
Feeling banished
Wanna vanish
Or walk away, leave the planet
Yung Titanic
Hand a cannon
They never know what I brandish
Yeh

STAGNIGHT/STAGNANT (Prod. NetuH)

Heaven is burning

HEAVEN IS BURNING Feat LIL LUCIFER

BUT I STILL GOT 2 PHONES OLD KEVIN GATES!

CORPSE MOB SHAWTY

Lyrics:

Keep a .45 on the side while we go for a ride 
You can come and cross me but where the fuck would you hide 
Gave you time after time I just wanna know the truth but now I’m standing in the booth bc every time you lied 
Blow your brains on the roof and don’t even regret it cause you talking shit i don’t care who first said it
Just take all my product, make money and bet it
Then take a few clips, send to Jake, time to edit
I hope that I’m dead by the end of the night 
I keep doing this wrong and I can’t get it right
I keep wasting my time while I’m makin this song 
Why’d that girl leave her thong? 
Get it out of my sight


If I get the chance pull the .9, no click clack 
Bitches all stop, like damn where’d you get that 
Focused on me, you can cut it with the chit chat 
Talking through your teeth make your brain go split splat


Keep a .45 on the side while we go for a ride 
You can come and cross me but where the fuck would you hide 
Gave you time after time I just wanna know the truth but now I’m standing in the booth bc every time you lied 
Blow your brains on the roof and don’t even regret it cause you talking shit i don’t care who first said it
Just take all my product, make money and bet it
Then take a few clips, send to Jake, time to edit
I hope that I’m dead by the end of the night 
I keep doing this wrong and I can’t get it right
I keep wasting my time while I’m makin this song 
Why’d that girl leave her thong? 
Get it out of my sight


If I get the chance pull the .9, no click clack 
Bitches all stop, like damn where’d you get that 
Focused on me, you can cut it with the chit chat 
Talking through your teeth make your brain go split splat


(x2)
Stupid lil bitch I don’t want you, do you get that?
Even when you shoot a .22 it make your wrist snap
Doesn’t matter what you carry, by the .9 get clapped 
Talking bad to me I’ll find your mother get a bitch slapped
Blow her brains on the roof and don’t even regret it cause you talking shit i don’t care who first said it
Your mother is dead and I bet you regret it
You sit in your room wishing you never said it 


If I get the chance pull the .9, no click clack 
Bitches all stop, like damn where’d you get that 
Focused on me, you can cut it with the chit chat 
Talking through your teeth make your brain go split splat

Keep a .45 on the side while we go for a ride 
You can come and cross me but where the fuck would you hide 
Gave you time after time I just wanna know the truth but now I’m standing in the booth bc every time you lied 

Stupid lil bitch I don’t want you, do you get that?
Even when you shoot a .22 it make your wrist snap
Doesn’t matter what you carry, by the .9 get clapped 
Talking bad to me I’ll find your mother get her bitch slapped

Blow your brains on the roof and don’t even regret it cause you talking shit i don’t care who first said it
Just take all my product, make money and bet it
Then take a few clips, send to Jake, time to edit

Where'd You Get That? [prod. Chrisco]

MOBBS RADICAL- HERKA HERKA(PROD. JON LOC)

vCherrysoho: (LORD OF FLIES) 

I find it ironic
I cook at 3am
Just for peons to listen to me during daylight

My shit made for night time

From 9pm-3am
Psychic hours I’m up
I’m slumped
You suck
You fuckin busta suckin dick fo clicks

Whatever side I end up on
Just know that I’ll be blowin dope
Down in hell next to Marylin Monroe
 
Bust so many nuts 
Realize the world is made of us
Addicted to the subs, subconsciously 

Im the lord of flies

Self irony
Stay Loathin
I’m choking
On the vomit
That came up out my throat
Even on my death bed
I’ll be contemplating 
Devil or the Christ
One of them is anti

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vLucifers : (BUZZING DUTCHMAN)

Walking In this bitch with that motherfucking bag 
Looking all around got to keep that motherfucker strapped 
Where the bat?
where the mac?
Puffin off a pack 
Coughing up some blood 
Simon says to make yo head go splat 

Luci the insane mane 
Turn you to a stain mane 
Luci never play mane 
I was always on my own 
Got it by myself mane 
Fuck you and yo fam mane 
Diamonds on my fangs mane 
Hop up on the train 
I am not the one to blame mane 

Father please forgive me
For all my demons are feasting 
They be right beneath me 
Steady feining scratching and teething I’m bleeding 

Need to let ‘em go 
I hope so 
Don’t know 
Blowing all my cash 
On benzo 
Oh no 
Junky fucker 
Always seeing double 

Conversating with the flies 
Waiting for me thy 
Why oh why 
My time has come I will shine 
Paint a picture of my life 
From these words that I rely 
Praying for a different life 
Rather be up casting dice 
Gambling my fucking life

Lord of The Flies

Andale
Come on now its time to play
Seroquel got this motherfucker wanting longer days
Uh oh now they onto me
Ossify opponents, fuck up the paper
I can't really give a fuck mane i stay bent like Dooku's saber
Whats the wager?
I guess demons taken over me
Look into my eyes and i cant tell of theres a soul in me
Cryogenic diamonds boy i think they mustve frozen me
Show no fucking love i guess im low in oxytocin mane
Everything i make losing it's luster
Take it all out to the dumpster
Mental encumbered, feeling outnumbered
I wonder if i can make it to summer
Missing the rage cuz i been on my bummer energy
Dismantle the bones of my enemies
Man who in the fuck out here playing this is Ayvoree?


I catch you running all up in my spot
You gon get popped, uh
Im feeling like Jah cuz
Running out all of my options
Mean, the fuck do you mean? Now what was his name? Get hit with the Thompson
Bleed, they coming for me? Im leaving em maimed, I knock em like Bronson
Play this up and down the city
Ima paint up on her face like it was 40k minis
Ima take a page from Freddie bout to do a little ditty
Dancing on your fucking grave and now im gonna hit the shimmy
Its Big Bodhi, Mr Zero Suit
Call me Shank Horrigan i keep a blade on deck for you
Death for you
Send a full blown mech for you
Run and hide
Just go and try
Cant cheat demise
You its coming up next for you like

ANDALE

BL@K0UT [prod. YUNGMEXICANBIH]

Yeerk Freestyle[OFFMOB]

@omenxiii
@ethernitybeats
@leatherfacee (cover art)

LYRICS:
(JMattson)
Formulating strategies and coordinating casualties,
over-rated wack MC's are duplicating rapidly,
you can say it's hating but I'm only speaking facts my g,
I find motivation in the shit that's in my backwood leaf
actually, I'm that demon creepin' while you sleepin' dreamin'
I don't need a reason I just leave 'em screaming,
if I seem defeated would you please just beat it,
get yo scene deleted if you seem conceited,
I been searchin' for some fucking antidote,
rappers fake they way into the game when they aint half as dope
pass that smoke in my direction 
omen got the butterfly if you try flexin'
best in show but I bet you don't know us,
never gonna blow but I don't need the dough bruh
all these so-called rappers they just act pathetic,
all they answers scripted dawg just ask a question
I can tell that most of y'all got bad intentions
I can't deal with all this fucking apprehension

(OmenXIII)
Ridin, slidin, slippin, drippin,
Down through the cracks, in  the underground. Livin'
Simple but we can do what we want now.
Come down, then I smoke a blunt in the backyard
Act hard we gon take you out the scrap yard
Metal just rust, and the parts just sit,
Where people don't live and the plants can't die
And the chemicals bringing everything to life.
What can you do, lost in a room where you 
can't tell the difference from lies and the truth.
Pictures are watching you, every thought haunting you
voices are screaming, but silence is calling you.
I look at the night sky,
I levitate eyes wide
I think they want me.
I think they got me.

Apprehension Ft. OmenXIII (Prod. ETHERNITY)

Lyrics:
Ill put your ass in the dirt,
First muthafuckas in the hearse,
Probably thinking,
I hit his whole family with a curse,
I'm the worst,
Cursed by this muthafuckin demon,
I cant hear nothing around me,
Cause the voices always screaming,
Wrist slit,
Cut by the muthafuckin blade,
You see the smile on my face,
Gotta fake it everyday,
You wanna test,
Push me to the muthafuckin edge,
I'll cut out your fuckin throat,
And walk around with your head,
Like a warrior,
Blade tucked,
Let that fucking thing bust,
All the hating that you fucking doing aint change us,
A hundred likes and one dislike,
You just a salty ass bitch,
Cause you aint take flight,
Your music trash hoe,
& Aint nobody really listening,
You diss me in a track,
I promise you will never spit again,
Adrenaline is inside of my body,
Imma pull the pin,
And toss the grenade inside of the air,
And watch it spin again,
Then blow up,
Every single year I grow a little more,
A little more pussy in my life,
I'm bout to hit a tour,
If you dont think im bout the shit that I be talking about,
Then pull up on me muthafucka,
You will not be walking out,
Don't give a fuck,
If i die or go to jail,
Cause Thats the price that you pay when you burn in hell,
Take the match out,
Get the gasoline,
We bout to burn your fucking crib,
Into smithereens,
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Hook:
You muthafuckas got a problem,
Open your mouth,
What you say,
Spit it out with your chest,
If you got something to say,
When see me,
Don't put your head down,
What you say,
You was talking online,
Now say it to my face,
You a bitch,
X2
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Second Verse:
Yeah we scam,
Right,
You should fucking know,
Shut your muthafuckin mouth,
You a bitch a hoe,
Stop asking for a handout,
I dont want no damn clout,
I aint worried bout your fucking lane
I'm tryna stand out,
Fuck every corny rapper in your damn team,
You be tryna act like we is cool,
But that ain't what it seems,
When you see me,
You be like man yo we gotta work,
Fuck the fake shit,
Thats how you get hurt,