Bottom Of The Lake

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDbdZY2LI9Q

Young Jmatts all black in attack mode
Looking through your window
And I'm creeping in the back door
Motherfucker eyes on red and my hat low
Bet I'm gonna have 'em wondering
Like where my cash go
Asshole tendencies I'll never be
A fucking celebrity I'm an enemy
To every entity getting next to me
Slither like a centipede better be
On your best behavior, danger
Fuck your bitch 'til my legs hurt
These hating motherfuckers wanna cross me
I don't give a fuck assassinating is a hobby
Heartbeats stop when I pop up and drop heat
Finally I'm feeling myself how could I not be
Bitch it's a mindset
The grind get tough with the times yet
Mistakes we make in life don't define it
I'm trying to get out the dirt
And yeah I been out of work
But I've learned and I've hurt
Too much to sit down and burn up

Blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I just don't know what to think
I know I'll never be enough
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Call my father call my shrink
But don't you ever call my bluff
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I just don't know what to think
I know I'll never be enough
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Call my father call my shrink
But don't you ever call my bluff

ATTACK MODE [Prod. Nekk] *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

Ares Style (Prod. DJ $catty)

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:

Interrupting sunday sermon
Just to let em know I’m zooted 
Lil boy bought dat burner 
But I bet he ain’t gon shoot it
Lil shawty sucking up some dick 
Like she a hoover
Flexing on these niggas 
That’s a whole nother maneuver 
Hanging some real niggas yeah these niggas shooters
Sliding shooting with the tail whippin
Boy it ain’t no scooter
Main piece got some double D’s 
Like she works at Hooters 
Why you talk so much 
Shorty yappin had to boot her 

What’s happening
What’s up
Got the purp fired up
Ain’t no east side boy 
Still snappin fingers in the club
Gotta red dot 
Ramsay in the honda with a Walther
That’s a headshot
Red hot  
Quick to make yo bedrock bitch

Ay B 
What’s poppin 
When that album droppin
My shit got woman’s hearts stoppin
Like a fish all your shit floppin 
Catch me flossin on yo
Bitches front patio
Emma Watson looking hoe 
For the photo
No Quasi Modo 
Don’t ring my line bitch 
I walk with it like I’m Frodo 
Hydroponic
Smoking Chronic
Gin & Tonic
Fast like Sonic
Rocket in my pocket 
Put your cousin in a box
Like a fork up in a socket
It’s electric when I rock

Mad Maggz

Zooted

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Ride for my heathens
In the chevy drop top
Dotti in the back slump with a blunt
Blanxx in the front
Shouting at ya bitch
Hangin out the window
fuckin' blastin' morbid tunes with my goons
Actin' like a loon
I don't ever wanna come off of this cloud ah
Feelin' high
Three or Die we forever ride
Ya Ya Ya
Focus
Simmer fucking down now
Difference of a king and a clown
We know when to fuck around
G A Z twisted fingers when I sleep
Six ft deep
Even maggots too afraid to take a bite of me

I'm a heathen
I'm a heathen
Only thing that I believe in
I've had thirteen knives in my back
But I'm still Breathing
I'm not bleeding
I'm not leaving
Give a fuck what you believe in
I'm a bonafide cretin bangin' with a gang of demons
Rollin' with the crows
Chrome blowin' til' we're fuckin' peakin'
Ya my bitch so fleekin'
I'm might breed another heathen
I'm a drip spiller
Cold beat Killer
Spitting into the microphone
Foam cup filler
Back in black
I'm blacking out
From acting out of line
I think it's time
I end the lines
I press rewind
And let the hook sing cause I

Got a couple bad mother fuckas' at the ready
Sweaty in the palms but I hold the tool really Fuckin' steady
Catch me in the grave robbin' from your stale body
Cold blooded body gutted for the second flurry
Runnin' the same clothes
Runnin' the same flows
Some of y'all sharin' the same hoes
Chattin' the shit could give a fuck so
Cuff a bitch just to get played like a domino
Six dots in ya shirt
Red rum I like to flirt with

Heathens

BLOOD BATH W/ BLEED THE WICKED MENACE [Prod. ROMA JONSON]

Lyrics:

Selling out the mother fuckin' Devil 
Pull another petal 
Wrap a couple ropes around my ankle
Let me sink down to the hell hole 
Wild up 
It’s just a matter of time before I snatch up 
Couple of washed up 
Bastards 
The Shapes curse 
Any motherfucker come and get it
So we’ll see 
We got the threat of the killer
The evil
The thrill of the hunt 
The shack of the entities flame lit my blunt
Barbecue and chili cannibal the hiders fuming 
Rest in piss the bitter murmur make anyone perk up
Let’s murder

I want my tombstone painted all black like my fit
Throw a pound in my casket
And make it good shit
I don’t really fuck with niggas if they act like a bitch
There’s whole lotta bitches
In the game that’s a sitch 
Hey bro
Get fucked like a nympho
Doing shit big
Feel like Ryan Decenzo
Making it look easy when I kill an instrumental
Tell her take it easy when you bitch is in the rental
Burial rites for the wicked 
Please don’t get it twisted 
Run if you see smoke out the chimney 
The witch in the cabin that’s covered in rust
You won’t be missed grind your bones down to dust
History’s written 
Taught to the children 
The wickedness turned to a tale of endearment 
Your fear in the night
A beast with a mark
Stay in the light
Cause I lurk in the dark

G A Z in a coma
No way
Chainsaw rip to the bone aye
Sound of the engine
Bring chill to the spine
Drink from the fountain
It taste just like wine
I rev the beast for ya
Scream louder 
Bleed for the entity as it consumes all the souls
Down this mind
Deeper we go
Silence is the sweetest thing that many would have hope to seek 
Fill my head with grief
Not peaceful in my company
These machines never sleep
Jump and make a scene
Rowdy with the crows
Alive I’m feelin' fine don’t you know

Three Black Crows
Two Mags high
Mother fucker got us straight in his sites
Through death scopes
Flames ignite
Blood trail got me runnin’ straight through the night
Clenching my fist to the wheel
We resist
As he misses a shot
Tires burn
The windshield is missing
I’m silently wishing
And questioning will I return
Pedal to the metal as we seal our fate  
I can’t wait
Run away
The breaks are busted
Shutter through my spine as we evacuate
Too bad
Too late
The blood it flows
Coagulate
It seems as though we might escape
As we bust through these rusty gates

KARMA 98 (feat. Ricky Lagoon) [Prod. Yarri]

JMattson

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