tryhard v2

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]

@CoaastGxd - Where the Barrel Stops
Produced, mixed, and mastered by @netuhbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

We the Hopeless Records 2021

Lyrics
OK I'm wrapped up
This bish making me act up
Wipe away the tears
My rage telling me act tough
Down a case of beer and I'm half-cut in the bathtub
Burn a cigarette on my wrist
I'm well past numb

Set aside like a parasite
I'm sterilized to be crowned top dog in a barrel fight
Like feral cats singing carols of the terrified
Heralding the era of the passionately paralyzed

The circle occupied with draw the line with you on either side
So you get yours and homie I'll get mine
and don't be coming for me if the only sun don't shine
Cause it's always gon' be raining up inside my mind
I feel like Sisyphus and this is just a lifelong climb
I stay stoned so I don't face home
I don't wanna roll with you
I just wanna be alone
I could be a thousand different people but you'll never get to know
The omnipresent ghost who operates my clones
The only part of me remaining is the flesh and bone
The clothing like a bandage cover up the stitches sewn

So if I show up
You best get going cause you know I'm about make this whole mess blow up
and my girls the only person I can trust that I know of
If i spend it in the shadows can I still call it a glow up?
and still I'm wrapped up...

and I'm still wrapped up...
This bish making me act up
Wipe away the tears
My rage tellin me act tough
Down a case of beer and I'm half cut in the bathtub
Burn a cigarette on my wrist
I'm well past numb

Set aside like a pair of socks
I took advice from the creator I'm a fucking walking paradox
Too depressed to give a fuck about apparent opps
Spin the bottle
I am where the barrel stops

OK I'm wrapped up
This bish making me act up
Wipe away the tears
My rage telling me act tough
Down a case of beer and I'm half-cut in the bathtub
Burn a cigarette on my wrist
I'm well past numb

Set aside like a parasite
I'm sterilized to be crowned top dog in a barrel fight
Like feral cats singing carols of the terrified
Heralding the era of the passionately paralyzed

Where the Barrel Stops

Where the Barrel Stops [Prod. Netuh]

LYRICS:

Flip pack everyday
I don’t even want the bag
Kick back no way
Boy I’m coming for the plaque
Lay flat no change
You ain’t never had a chance
No cap you stray
Better get up off the mat

Fuck are you? 
Fuck it aye
I’m gon creep in like the babadook
In yo dreams
I ain’t really wanna come at you
It’s yo fate 
Boy I’m finna fuckin stomp on you
Like a Beast like I’m Zeke aye

Bout to slap you out yo polo
You follow you fucking follow
No problem you at the bottom
That collar don’t make you nada
Colada with all your problems
Don’t solve em just watch you fall in
The coffin I fill with toxin 
Abolishing all yo conscious aye uh

You ain’t got no shine
You ain’t go no face
You ain’t got no fire
Boy ya soul so blank
I ain’t got no style?
Give a fuck what you think 
Imma take yo mind
Imma snatch yo chain

Right off yo motherfuckin neck and make a profit 
Just to toss it out the whip to feed these motherfuckers yappin
Bout that guala don’t know nada why you fall in love with cappin
Yeah your posse full of killas? I don’t see nobody flocking

I got, 99 with a lil shotty take yo life
Feel like, Saitama with the fist don’t like to fight
Cause I’m, too quiet it be too easy for Saliva
Don’t, test my kind or my whole kin come for your line 

I got bitches on bitches and I got digits on digits
But it don’t matter you get it? I really live it and kill it
I breathe the fire at your village like Reign of Fire I’m ancient 
Come back to life in a blink and rip out yo eyes I’m entering final form

You ain’t got no shine
You ain’t go no face
You ain’t got no fire
Boy ya soul so blank
I ain’t got no style?
Give a fuck what you think 
Imma take yo mind
Imma snatch yo chain

SOUL SO BLANK (prod. FALLEN)

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

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PRODUCED/ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @TUMAGGZ

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Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

BAD STRAINS 001
Prod. Klimonglue
747
Lyrics:
Coming from the mud to a motherfucking garbage can
Choppa with a scope got me feelin like the taliban
Turn em to a ghost, like it’s motherfukin Pacman
Cuttin on some dope,  and smokin on some Pakistan/
Always got a mask, and I always leave your pockets broke
I ain’t ever ask, shawty always wanna top me though
I ain’t give her cash, if she want it imma block the hoe
I ain’t ever cap, hitchu wita blicka blocka smoke/
Blicka blocka knockin with the choppa on your coffin door
I ain’t kill em I just hit em up and left his collar broke
I ain’t finish, I just got the addy imma hollow you
I got your bitches number, I never finna call her tho/
From da gutter,
Now I’m movin like I’m undercover/
Jacket on my body, hidin everything that’s under
Yeh yeh
Shawty met me now she wanna be my lover, I ain’t love her but told that bish I’m down to go and fuck her/
take ya mother soul
Fitty in the clip it at your brudduh soul
..He ain’t really bout it broker his poker face he fuckin fold
Fuck em though
I ain’t need a hunnid need hunnid more
Vamanos, now I’m shippin in I got some money dough/
Fuck a hoe, imma fly my shawty in from in from mexico
Hella dope, only smokin gasoline like Texaco
Medical, Imma turn a rapper to a vegetable
I’m never eatin bullets, only faygo mixed with hella smoke/
Pullin right up and I’m puttin hunnid round drum it gon plug up yo whip
Pullin right up and I’m putting a hunnid round glizzy it shootin and fuck up yo fit
Bullet gon hit em, I swear I ain’t miss em, or missin my mark, it gon hollow yo ribs
I got a hunnid on me, and the glizzy on me, and i buying the mourgue like a witch
Lil bitch/
(Haha she ain’t a 10 but I swear that she fuckable)

ZIKA! (Prod. Klimonglue)

BAD STRAINS 002
prod. Klimonglue
747

Lyrics:
40k got nobody,
..I ain’t really want no shorty
Only bring twins in the shawty
When I pullup to the party/
If he talkin slick, get bodied
I ain’t with the shits for a hobby
Live my life like the army/
Spiderweb scars crawlin on me
Spiderweb scope on da glocky
Poppin off atcho posse/
Trash gang vest on my body
Put a hunnid hollows in yo artery
We gettin realll/
...Pullup on a pussy block,
Lemme get da Glock
Witchy make the fuckin block hot,
We poppin off
I ain’t fuckin with the ops
Only juggernauts
Shawty wanna gimme top
And so I break her off/
Aye
He wanted smoke got a sedative
aye
I’m packing bong fulls of sediment
aye
I keep a beam on the regiment
Shoot atcho posse im leavin no evidence aye
Aye aye
...Ain’t wearin vetements...
...Only trash on da mask causin exodus...
....cut my ties from the past like my ex and shit...
...I got money now I like to flex a bit.../
Get the fuck out my face bitch you toxic
I got Jesse in da whip we in da cockpit
Fitty drum up in da bottom of da Glock clip
Put some cops up in a coffin, livin lawless
Ah shit
Now we on da hotlist/
..bitch
Yeh you shoulda stayed in college
Rearange, on yo brain like collages
Suck my dick, you bitch, got up off it
Keep a sticky wita stiffy atcho noggin/
Pull up on a pussy block I know he talkin now I roll up to set and leave his body in a coffin
I ain’t ever talkin less you in da gang I aint respondin 
I got so much fuckin haters trade my car out for a carbine 
Grr ba
...Leave pussy rapper coughin
Choppa choppin up his body, lemme put em in da cauldron
Make em fade off, Acog 
Wita green dot
Atcho make up, Aye yuh
Shootchu face off/
Blech
Yeh
Nephilim the set now
I got fitty in da trunk that put his head down
Shawty givin me the eye, she wanna head out
Got dat bitch up on my dick she gimme head now
X2

H1N1! (Prod. Klimonglue)

BAD STRAINS 003
Prod. Klimonglue
747

Lyrics:
Pullup in a ghost, and I leave em as a carcass
Try and take my soul, imma let the poison dart hit
Come up from the cold, I like bitches that are toxic
I got lots of gold, lotsa water I got Shark Drip/
He get shot up,
ain’t no camera this shotgun
Gang on me, I pullup and i leave em playin possum
Mi Casa, do you wanna step into mi bossa 
I hit em wita scar, the opposition fulla goners/
Polygraph all on your fuckin body, make your body ache
Lookin like a doctor wit these tools, I make his body shake
Only time I come up out my room is when I got the kay 
I Smoke em by the pound I fuckin grew you bought another eighth/
Sippin on the the syrup, this a waffle cake
Now I’m feelin gone, ain’t nobody gonna bother me
No we cannot talk, I let the choppa do the conversating
Pullup on yo block, and Imma make his fukin body break/
I don’t ever talk but still I’m movin like I say too much
Ollie down your block, I rip yo pocket, then I’m skatin off
Fuckin on yo bish, she on my dick and then I break her off
Fitty in da clip, if 12 be knockin, I don’t pay em off/
Walk-in down yo block, wita semi in my right hand
Pullup to the party, no Bacardi, only fightin 
Meet me in the lot, I eat yo face up like a titan
Shawty wanna fuck because she like the way I’m shinin/
All these artists hate in me think I give a fuck
..I got money I got butch now I’m really blowin up
..Aye wussup
You bitch, ain’t no rappers pullin up
.. I Just bought yo girl a Patek now yo bitch she roll my blunts aye/
Aye wussup aye
Aye wussup aye
When I see you at my shows I let my nuts hang
Knuckle up aye
Knuckle up aye
Every time I play I show we leaving cuts aye/

SARS! (Prod. Klimonglue)

JUPITER$ TYRADE MUSIC + SOCIALS:
https://linktr.ee/JUPITERSTYRADE
https://www.instagram.com/jupiters.ty...

SONG ON ALL PLATFORMS:
https://songwhip.com/jupiter-tyrade-2...

COKE WHITE AMV:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IghaI...

Produced by HOOLIGN
https://soundcloud.com/hoolign
https://www.instagram.com/prod.hoolign/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzn-9m41Q-Isl9X5Oec6G2Q

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh

Uh, news clips for a shorty boo bitch I'm
Fuckin' dickin' her out until that pussy loosens
I'm a nuisance
Coke White Cruise Ship
And Im up in her mouth until i hit the dueces
Never had needed me when I was
Nevermind
Wanna hit again another Gemini
Ima pick it up and Ima set him up
Probably gonna take another mother fuckin' sedative
Shorty get rid of the cocaine and the evidence
And you better know who the fuck it is
Yea Kick that bitch off my bucket-list
And with your friends I'm stuntng real quick
Mobbed up with the whole clique
....
Yea I think I heard a click
Yea i think i hit his bitch
Yea i think i dicked her out real raw then dipped out real quick
Yea you know just what it is wait you know um who its with
I already got a bag you know that cocaine fill the brim
Yea i really got her up when she sucked me as just a friend
I had really think when she suck me up right here again
....
I dont know what the fuck yo' bitch be talkin' about
Because Im walking in the spot and motherfuckers air it out
We got the silencers on bitch you won't here a sound
Or whenever we be at your door we be kicking it down
Yea put your hands to the sky and your head to the ground
Yea probably dead on arrival
Dead what am I on
Pussy boy be talking but you know we got the sight on
Aiming in between your fucking eyeballs
Pop another xylophone

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh

Uh, news clips for a shorty boo bitch I'm
Fuckin' dickin' her out until that pussy loosens
I'm a nuisance
Coke White Cruise Ship
And Im up in her mouth until i hit the dueces
Never had needed me when I was
Nevermind
Wanna hit again another Gemini
Ima pick it up and Ima set him up
Probably gonna take another mother fuckin' sedative
Shorty get rid of the cocaine and the evidence
And you better know who the fuck it is
Yea Kick that bitch off my bucket-list
And with your friends I'm stuntng real quick
Mobbed up with the whole clique

Sippin Paint outta styrofoam... yea

COKE WHITE CRUISE SHIP (prod. hoolign)

EGODEAT (prod. KLIMONGLUE)
747 HHM NEPHILIM TRASH
ACAB KILL 2020 
Official music video: 
lyrics:
50 drum, glozzy cocking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sun kissed
wussup, said he want it so we smoke em up
eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist/
put my fist up in your bitch,
shawty said she love that shit,
now we smoking out the zip, we rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a dick on em, I'm never gonna miss,
caught some bodies playing victim, way I'm always in the mix.
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up,
40 bricks im bout to flip i lost my job don't give a shit, bitch
yellow diamonds look like piss, i be chopping all these snakes up you gon finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank, no need to count that shit
i fell in love with money so im always out here counting it
all these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering, i pull up on your block and leave a pussy rapper counterfeit,
lil bitch, where the money at? i know you're out here housing it, i never play with killers you a pussy and you're proud of it,
pillaging up your villa i go bump in the night, .45/5 with the potato to cut the sound of it/
cock back and i bang, click clack and i paint, smoke gas by the day, flak jacket in the bank, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make em levitate, i aint got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight. no we cannot talk to much i never wanna converse
never switching lanes cu all these rappers wanna follow me, twenty in my pocket rocket shooting harmonies, fuckin on your bitch i want her soul ut gave her heart to me, put lead up in your arteries/
i got shooters who got get you on the low, yeh
i got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, yeh
smoke so much that i can never find my phone, i might just buy another one i might just stay the fuck alone, yeh

EGODEATH! (Video in Desc)

ALL SOCIAL MEDIA:

@BLUNTEDPHARAOH
@TUMAGGZ
@6THSITHLORD
@JMATTSON

Sleep Paralysis (Prod. 6th$ithlord X TuMaggz X AK3K)

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

BLOODBENDER track 04
prod. NetuH
747 HHM TRASH GANG

RATS! [prod. NetuH]

PROD NETUH
MIX AND MASTER BY TUMAGGZ

LYRICS: 
feels like im falling
the graveyard im crawling
stars started burning the
universe planets are turning
im - hurting
but they think im joking
i cut them off slowly
hell hound militia the chosen

ay
ride around town robbing graves
warlord written right across the mask upon my face
how you gonna talk when you bodied in the rain
crack you and ya bloody now we lookin atchya brain




I FUCK HER SLOW
DEEP WITH MY HAND ON HER THROAT
SPIT on me LOVE IT NEED MOE
PUT A SPELL ON ME BLOCKING MY SOUL
I LOVE A WITCH TO THE DEATH OF ME HOE


POP A COUPLE KETAMINE MIX  IT WITH ALCHEMY
LOSIN ALL MY VISION NOW IM JUMPING OFF THE BALCONY
THATS ASSAULT AND BATTERY
SHOULDA NEVER CAME UP JUST TO CHALLENGE ME
GUESS ITS WHAT IT HAD TO BE UH


feels like im losing my mind i need help
feels like im draining my mana need health
send me a potion to gain me some wealth
how you gon kill me i end it myself


TIP
TOEING OUT THE MOTHA FUCKIN HOUSE SLOW
GET INSIDE MY WHIP AND  HEAR THE RUCKUS OUT MY WINDOW
TATTOOS ON MY SKIN IM WEARING BLACK THAT GOTH SHIT I KNOW
SPIT THAT SHADOW RAP THAT MOTHA FUCKING SUICIDE FLOW


SCREAMING IDONTWANA DIE
SINCE I BEEN ALIVE
I BEEN HOLLOW DEEP INSIDE
WHAT IS RIGHT
WHAT IS MY LIFE
WHEN IS MY TIME
WHEN AM I GONNA RIDE
feels like im losing my mind

Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

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