prod. @derdextah

ayo 
suck my dick
you cant hold this wallet 
u cant fuck my bitch
you cant go to rock it 
you cant huck ya spit
bitch i hold narcotic
im on my holy shit

im feelin friggity frog fresher
than the cleanest surface
dont let me mislead you
doesnt mean im perfect
im a fiendish person 
blingin fetus births wit 
mothafuckin placenta bitch 
i need to spuirt it 

this the underground
this the fecal porta potty shit 
its fuckin brown 
ion fuck around 
we the concrete villains
you a fuckin clown
we the mob street chillin 
we be druggin down

oh man, he be dealin out the cold gram
straight winnin all the pots with a fold hand
so lil hoe just stick to ya program
cause i dont give a fuck if i die like a old man




why are we here?
what do we want?
i said why is this body in my truck?
why this needle in my arm?
why this drink is in my cup?
why do i act like ion give a fuck?


why are we here 
what do we want?
i said why is this weed up in my blunt
why it got me goin here?
why it got me feelin stuck
why do i act like ion give a fuck?


how do i make it in music?
if u gotta ask that question
u gettin raped when you do it
i put the paper to rulers
im fuckin vagrantly stupid
glock in the bathroom
ill fake when im poopin
then ill pull it out shoot it
like i payed for ya fluids
im amazingly ruthless
when i get to the cuttin
yeah that hole in ya throat 
is the place that im nutting
i didnt pay for this fuckin 
but i be patiently cumming

dirty white boi how he spit it like dat
cause i aint spittin whack tiktok written type raps
do you get it? you a bum you a loser you a crumb
youre a whack ass father, look what you be-come

get em on wilkos, they be doin pills tho
ill dope sick what i spit and im real old
yeah im roughly four hunnid ninety five
i reveive all the death cults to keep me alive

DEATH CULT REVIVAL 2 (prod. DEXTAH)

DUBICH x 99ZED- VILLAIN II

Witch dance party was something for awhile I wanted to give a try with a more faster paste style track. I hope you all enjoy this and do your boy a favor and go stream this track like crazy on Spotify.

Stream WITCH DANCE PARTY
https://open.spotify.com/track/463kyOcKOSyOp52VvHDP9J?si=e89a203fb79e4631


Social Media: ZANGE 🤘https://www.flowcode.com/page/ZANGE

Social Media: CRUXX 🤘 https://linktr.ee/cruxx_shadows



beat by the homie
@prodnug

ZANGE X CRÜXX $HADOW$ - WITCH DANCE PARTY (Prod. Nug)

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @marrasfall
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MYLAR (w/ Saliva Grey)

Listen to Heathens on your favorite listening platform!

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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

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

ROLL WITH PROTECTION [prod. netuh]

THE FLY [Prod. Tumaggz]

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

THE FLY [Prod. Tumaggz]

JMattson

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