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Only Warning - @CoaastGxd and @Sixthells
Produced by @Sxmpra
Mixed/Mastered by @Netuhbeats and Sixthells
Art by Halo Black

lyrics

[CoaastGxd]
So I said follow me (Follow me)
Now they all borrow or copy me
So much for obvious flattery
Had to be sad to see family suffering
Happily slashing 'til throats open sputtering

Lower than guts on the floor laying dormant
Lower than moss on the corpse of a forest
Lower than hell to exist for the torment
We the lowest that low gets

Bitch, we the lowest that low gets
I been draining your corpse like an orange
The blade penetrate you like four inch
I fuck her face
She was Mormon
Bitch we the lowest that low gets
I been scrubbing this blood out the foreign
Boutta dip its like 4 in the morning
You can consider this your only warning
Do you wanna play a game?
It's called "How many bodies can I fit at the bottom of the lake?"
Have I ever been sane?
I been running with the devil ever since i learned to think and lost faith
When every day's the same
The hurt, the pain,
The church, the shame it don't change
So i cursed the light and chose the flame
The dark rage stoked what became
A life lived inside of a heart-shaped cage
I evicerate you fully like a sarlacc pit
and then I spread your severed body on the tarmac pitch
Leave you leaking like a faucet from the off-hand stitch
You said you wanted to be dead well mother fucker here it is
I don't give a fuck about a change of heart
I can't stop once I start fuckin tearing you apart
The way I flay and then display you is a work of art
Grind your body to a powder
Load it
Smoke it in a cart

[Sixthells]
We're the undertaker
Life just get so bitter
Me and CoaastGxd ripping you apart
Better hide your sisters
No manners yea we hopeless
Take a glance fuck grasping at your heart

Fuck a pussy bitch up
Can't stop killing
Gas to the dome
Might grip on the chrome
Your faith just dropped to the floor from the ceiling
Opposite of basic
Flashback acid
Life's distorted
Living Maverick
Fuck what they think
And I think they just average
Facing the facts that they can't achieve greatness
Envy the past then you wanna feel nothing

Only Warning

Only Warning w/ Sixthells [Prod. SXMPRA]

PRODUCED/ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @TUMAGGZ

@hell_usa
@polarxxopposites
@mvkotsunami
@tumaggz
@gradeaentertainment

100 clout tokens if you guess who's who in the cover art

Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- SKULL CRACK!

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

Music Video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAh5tvNLuyU
Music Video Shot by: @king.zabb

AK3K SOCIAL MEDIA: @BLUNTEDPHARAOH
NETUH SOCIAL MEDIA: @NETUHBEATS

EXODIA (PROD. NETUH) *VIDEO IN DESC

Stay dormant when needed
Till you rise undefeated
______________________
aye you like dis edgy shit lets get it

Lyrics:
Lately stay lowkey
I do not cap no more
But ima cap you if you 
Showing at my street oof course
dodging people in my city 
Like a Matador 
I won't act like itll be pretty
I been mad before 
I see em coming through my rear view
Like you bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal
And I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle
You'll get shred and torn
I got that blade itll leave you spread all
Like a bastard born

Yea from plastic corpse
You fake
Faceless the way
Take that name to my grave
But I missed it like it like fate
know 1-7 the date
When I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor
To take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain
shit I got demons to race
an now i'm running my numbers an I  been upping my pace
yea that gone run up my stake till I
gone blow and create 
the existence i needed
bitch there no freedom in chains

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense


yo ego
finitio
them people
be evil
no see through
i de-tour
to run around

i don't want 
to put them
underground

hollow tip
bullet i 
gut you out

you see what 
i mean do
our chi
don't be equal
i frequent 
the freak show
then fuck around

i got yo bitch
in my dungeon now
she got that dick
by the dozen now
i got that clique
that gone buzz them pounds
fuck up the court
we go run them fouls
she the main course
know i love that sound
crying my name 
when our love in doubt

that kinda fucked but i'm
fucked up as well
cancer being spreading
inside in my cells
keeping it cold cos
i know i bring hell
bitch i stay froze
cos it keep it me well

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense         

get up off my dick you aint seen shit yuh

Cold Blood Warm Nights

Cold Blood Warm Nights (prod. CRCL)

GET OUT MY FACE [prod. zens beats]

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02cMBfxJta4
Model: @poison_c_

Hook:
Dual Mac-11 like I’m Max Payne/
Big ass guns like an arcade/
And shawty ass fat no Kim K/
She gon’ eat dick like buffet/
I don’t give a fuck about you rap cats slappin’ you in the face and then I get you with the toe tag/
Hittin’ him in the face with the full mag, fuck on his bitch while he takin’ a dirt nap/
Dual Mac-11 like I’m Max Payne/
Big ass guns like an arcade/
And shawty ass fat no Kim K/
She gon’ eat dick like buffet/
I don’t give a fuck about you rap cats slappin’ you in the face and then I get you with the toe tag/
Hittin’ him in the face with the full mag, fuck on his bitch while he takin’ a dirt nap/

Verse:
Bitch I got the heat in the Louis bag/
Creep up out the cut like it’s a sneak attack/
Pull it out and bust it, and I dump the mag/
Opps they be leavin’ in body bags/
If he talkin’ shit we gon’ buss back/
We don’t surrender no white flags/
Flex on the gram but he all cap/
Fuck it I’m angry, I’m typin’ in ALL CAPS/
Oou, I just bought brand new whip/
Six speed Sooby and a brand new bitch/
Picatinny rails for that brand new optic/
Got the EOTECH on my AR bitch/
Mask on my face when I’m runnin’ up/
You talkin’ tough but I call yo bluff/
Choppa unload it I’ve had enough/
Fuck on yo bitch she can’t get enough/

Hook:
Dual Mac-11 like I’m Max Payne/
Big ass guns like an arcade/
And shawty ass fat no Kim K/
She gon’ eat dick like buffet/
I don’t give a fuck about you rap cats slappin’ you in the face and then I get you with the toe tag/
Hittin’ him in the face with the full mag, fuck on his bitch while he takin’ a dirt nap/
Dual Mac-11 like I’m Max Payne/
Big ass guns like an arcade/
And shawty ass fat no Kim K/
She gon’ eat dick like buffet/
I don’t give a fuck about you rap cats slappin’ you in the face and then I get you with the toe tag/
Hittin’ him in the face with the full mag, fuck on his bitch while he takin’ a dirt nap/

MAX PAYNE - Single

MAX PAYNE

Stream on SPOTIFY

MAX PAYNE (prod. Shoki)

prod. MANUEL
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCT3-XIWcgc4NX1l_4lzyRaw

mix/master @spyce-sakryn
art by @whoskryo

lyrics

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

you aint spittin bars that you livin 
yeah i really been a felon for some fucked up aint kiddin
and the shit i got away with it would put me in a prison
im just better than you bitches, stop the hatin take a visit
to a psychopathic schizophrenic 
fuck around and get beheaded
thats what they expectin me to say because im white and rapping
if u hit me w them expectations im gon put yo life in fractions
split the scissors slice in back wit hammer torture fight the bastard
like yp capping what you really sayin is just hype imagined
i done had it, fed up wit the bread up bitch i gotta have it

smack bitches...wit the dirty pussy money act different 
mad pimpin when i fuckin pull up see yo stacks missin
mad women hiding cocainia in they fat prisms
scatt did it fuck around w scales n you get BLAPPP wit it
whack bidness what you been promotion ion spaz wit it
whack bitches what you tryna fuck just cause you rap wit it

tf you look like dressin all black just to rap to fuck a 2 dollar bitch
fuck outta here this my life

try to call me god try
kame hame ha kame hame ha

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

STAND UP GUY [prod. MANUEL]

aaaaaaa

Lyrics:
i gotta itch that
won't quit
no cap
fucking bitch slap
yo vibe
so cracked
hear the diss that
no lie
won't stack
got wrist strapped
red sight
red dash
on the 5th lap
so high 
so gassed
never feel relaxed
slide by
drive past
they gone feel that
like light
like facts huh
i'ma deal that
till i
write racks uhg

holy ghost
saw my syrup
drippin low
low low
so we stole
poison pellets
till i fall like yo
whistblow
felt a viper 
coming close so close
visual
paint
his brains
onto my wall
go ghost

why you act
like you working in the dark
rifles racked
never thought i'd see the spark?
gave you chance 
like this shit a deck of cards huh
fucked it up
know the suit was never hearts 

i gotta ditch that
won't quit
no cap
fucking bitch slap
yo vibe
so cracked
hear the diss that
no lie
won't stack
got my wrist strapped
red sight
red dash
on the 5th lap
so high 
so gassed
never feel relaxed
slife by
drive past
they gone feel that
like light
like facts 
i'ma deal that
till i
write racks uhg

Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

JMattson

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