slaughtered this verse like a fucking villain 😯

🧿

prod. @home_less

tried to step up
but u couldnt fuck fuck fuck fuck
wit it if u tried bitch
its the end of my time bitch
i really hope i just die quick
quick to get on beyond shit
i dont fix it up for no floss bitch
i dick it up then i raw schtick
i finger fuck all the forces
im drillin you to that morgue bitch
i pick her up like im on sniff
then put it right down like aw shit

he took my coke, n he took my ride 
said he was on that suicidal
i hook that spoke, i joog n slide
these bitches die uh oh its final
homeless man is holdin rifles

might have yo glock 
and got yo crack 
and yea you think you on

but i wont stop
till i get that
right at the break of dawn

im smokin that 
i hold it pass
just playin get me nah

im only smokin by myself
because i feel alone

im only smokin by myself
because i feel alone

i barely feel like anybody
when im in this zone

so load the barrel 
put that python all right to my dome

and let slither slide scale it
fore they read my tome

and it said...

by my by my by lonely they gon see me fall
i been gettin high i want the drugs i want em all
get yo girlfriend on some heron ima see her crawl
hit her with the hot shot if she get involved
just another druug addict who is dead and gone
just another bum catchin all yo change that call
collectin numbers ima hustle till they cut em off
she was sellin pussy nah dat bitch aint change no drawes
im that lowkey motel chilln witcha favorite broad
im that wholesale flippin product lying in my songs
but you just stupid you believe the shit they lead u on
nah you aint stupid you the shit lil dawg go kill em all
i just want yall to just sit there think im white n fake
now june jenelle is outta options she been callin may
i dont even know whats good bitch i am not ok
all i know is that ill prolly fall like yesterday

lost castles (prod. homele$$)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZlB6maKgkU

PRODUCED BY @POSTEDINJAPAN X @XNGLN
MIXED/MASTERED/ENGINEERED BY @TUMAGGZ
COVER ART BY @OFFICIALUNDEADRONIN

Bitch I look like Axl Rose in '87
ion got a gun the butterfly my weapon
takin over bitch it's natural selection
mothafucka the militia what I'm reppin'
hoe I'm headed to the hell gates
I remember ridin' 'round in LA
do it on my own nobody help me
almost turned my brotha to my cellmate
mothafucka if you wanna die
got some killas wit me and they itchy
wouldn't bother fuckin' wit me you could try
hoe I'm rollin' sticky in a spliff 
I'm wit a pretty lookin bitch
them cargo dickies in my fit i cuf em high
and my fuckin eyes low
ain't no way of telling where I might go
shorty ya you fuckin wit a psycho
dip before you end up in my silo
next to the remains of my opps bitch
my thoughts get nothing but toxic
the clock ticks 'til it's time to get catastrophic
I walked in with the fuckin blade in my pocket
unlocking levels of myself you don't want bitch
so hold up
people want me dead but I give no fucks
pussy run ur mouth but never pull up
independent nobody control us
or own us
ain't too long before you 6 feet under
hard to run ur lips when ya bitch want the lumber
bummer
i don't even save the bitch number
you fund her
while she giving neck in the hummer 
another pussy ass punk motherfucker 
i wonder who want the smoke wit my gunners
hunters, drum clips sounding like thunder
they sunder way beyond the point of recover

SNEAK [Prod. whosteeno X xngln] *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

Ouija

Ouija (feat. Warlord Colossus, Sxmpra, Saliva Grey) (Prod. Blunt Christ x lil sleepy)

Unholy

Unholy (feat. Numb$kull) (Prod. NetuH)

Eyes Of A Psychopath (feat. Undead Ronin) (Prod. Blunt Christ)

Morgue (Prod. NetuH)

Lyrics-

(shoot dope not schools bruh
Yeauh, I get bags when I go outside yuh
I shoot dope like its Columbine yuh
They said Revy where yo head go?
Lock down fuck a .44)

I get bags when I go outside Bitch
Imma shoot dope like it's Columbine Bitch (grrraa!)
Yeah you heard what I said, get bread then I dip
Really smoked out smoked out shawty want a hit uh x2

Damn ayo Rev you a psycho 
crawling on the floor yelling where the fuck the pipe go
I might go, off the fuckin edge when I bang on a zip
pussy boi red dot you could never hit
I'm on that other shit, you could never fuck with it 
Zeta coppin 28 I told him not to fuck with it
Wap drop headshot caught up on a run
took 3-4 shots to wake a mothafucka up
Can-Can hit em with the Can-Can
Bitch I can't lie, can't die fuck a type beat
I don't give a fuck if anybody ever like me
Get it understood don't no pussy ever bite me I might be UGH
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh

BLOOD MONEY(PROD. UNREMORSE)

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

Wild Up

Wild Up Feat. Tumaggz

MARMADUKE

Everything hit so pressure
Everything hit so pressure
Everything in my dresser
Everything on my dresser
My money my drugs my margiela 
This weed I smoke cost hella
Everything I hit so pressure

Everything always hit
Im so lit nigga I can't give no wedding ring to a bitch
Everything hit nigga think we bout to finish this whole zip
Bitch I done blown like a blimp
We can't strikeout everything hit
Yo bitch wanna ride bite down on the dick
I hop on the track and I body the shit (Its Bodies) 
Ye she finna ride bite down on the dick 
ya bitch is a hoe she obviously hit ( Hit, Hit)
She ran thru, I think she said she a fan too
You better watch her location Im finna take her to cancun

Everything hit so pressure
Everything hit so pressure
Everything in my dresser
Everything on my dresser
Everything on my dresser
My money my drugs my margiela 
This weed I smoke cost hella
Swear everything hit so pressure

E-Everybody hit like a boxer
Everybody hit like Tyson (Mike)
I ain't even pass my test yet
I still whip this bitch no license (Skrrt)
Pour that shit like science (Pour it)
These niggas old like Biden (Joe)
It's fucking up her gums way she chew that shit like trident

Everything
Everything hit so pressure 
Everything in my dresser
Everything on my dresser
Everything on my dresser 
My money my drugs margiela 
Everything I smoke cost hella
Why everything hit so pressure

Everything hit so pressure
Everything hit so pressure
Everything in my dresser
Everything on my dresser
My money my drugs my margiela 
This weed I smoke cost hella
Swear everything hit so pressure



@hell_usa
Engineered/Mixed/Mastered by @tumaggz

JMattson:
Backwood gutz on the island in the kitchen you about to blow my high so mothafucka quit your bitchin 

Back on up bitch I’m violent in the pit and I don’t really give a shit I swing at anything in vision imma get em 

Gotta stay persistent listen you are not in no type of position 
to tell me to gentrify the lyrics that I’m spitting I don’t need opinions I don’t need to fit in

I just a need a mothafuckin spliff

Big dope why you smoke mid?

You know I’m a fiend the green like a crackhead tryna find a mofucking fix suck a mofuckin dick if you hate me don’t mistake me for them other motherfuckers in this lame scene @goth_yung ass @animepapi motherfuckers hitting up these bitches knowing that they under 18

You fucked up 

Double h m walk in and get it lit we bring the ruckus 

All of my brothas with the fuckin shit no one can touch us 

Puffin extendo blunts don’t give no fucks I got my bucks up 


Witchouse 40k:

Lemme pull up on yo block, for da damn fade tho

I might pull up to yo block, wita damn drako 

40 diamonds on my neck, Now I got the pesos

Grippin on the bayonet, till the fuckin blade gone

Shorty suckin suckin on my cock like a damn vape

If he talkin down on me, kill em off like django 

When these rappers fall asleep, then Imma take they chain

I’m a turn another function to fuckin face off

I might pullup wita blade strap

I might pull up w the chains, and my nails black

Got me smellin loud from da ounce in my backpack, double ziplocd, but the 12 on my mindset

And my mindset, I don’t wanna talk about it

Motherfuckers all up on my dick, I keep a glock around it

Holding all my pain up in my coffin, wita lock around it

Find me all alone I got a body with some chalk around it

Leave yo gang up, hanged up, from a tree trunk

Got em blades tucked, face cuts, stinging from da rust

Never change up, bitch I’m from the mother fukin dust

Got my pay up, now I never struggle for the bucks

Backwood Gutz Ft. Witchouse 40k (Prod. yung star rod)

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- K HOLE

ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @tumaggz
PRODUCED BY @therealzxro

Rope 'round my motherfucking throat
I don't give a shit
fuck my life I don't even wanna finish it
motherfuckers acting like they know me
and I'm sick of it
Feel like I'm a motherfucking phony
when i'm in my skin
bitch I been tryna get up on my bullshit
tight ripped jeans same color that my soul is
rolled in with the squad like we important
had to take the underground
and bring that shit to Portland, morbid
tossing bodies in the lake
beautiful and bloody when I'm making my escape
usually I'd cut into a motherfucker's face
but I don't got my machete
and I don't wanna catch a case
so I'm dragging this ugly motherfucker
down to my dungeon
practically covered in his blood
and I barely touched him
Man I been loving this
I'm murdering on a budget
you redundant if you thinking
I won't catch you out in public
and it's bloodshed
get excited I'm like fuck yes
getting violent getting upset
I been telling these motherfuckers
the hellhounds up next
ignorant motherfuckers gon' end up in a truck bed
whoa
you ain't finna snatch my soul
you ain't finna bag that hoe
you ain't finna run up on me
like you say you gonna motherfucker
I been waiting for a minute tryna catch that smoke
like whoa
you ain't finna snatch my soul
you ain't finna bag that hoe
you ain't finna run up on me
like you say you gonna motherfucker
I been waiting for a minute tryna catch that smoke

@blupillmusic
You ain’t finna snatch my soul
Run up on me imma break you down to the bone
Hit a mothafucka in the dome
Body in the drain I replaced him with a clone
Like what
BLUPILL super saiyan mode
Say another word imma hit you in the throat
Like what
Twitter bitchin now he want the smoke
Left him in the dirt and layed his body with a cloak
We been out winnin all night
JMatt BLUPILL pulled up on sight
Out in PDX livin life
We the type of mothafuckas that’ll end a fight
Ion wanna have to use spikes
Keep em on my wrist but I also got a knife
6 inch blade tucked inside
Deep inside my pocket but I also got a nine
I don’t wanna fight you bitches
Lookin at me cold like a mothafuckin villain
Gucci, Moncler on my linen
Beat the pussy up then i throw it on the skillet
I been going hard for a minute
Ain’t nobody stopping me I’m Kobe with the vision
I ain’t got time for opinion
Keep it to yourself unless you wanna end up missing

MACHETEVILLE Ft. BLUPILL (Prod. ZXRO)

JMattson

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