SLAUGHTER.HOUSE.II prod. $lxwOMG

BLØØDBĄTĦ (FT. SaintJive)

Intro vocals done by isacc. 

I wanna see you bash ya head it’s this easy by brick wall stand straight sound up ya tv 

Swing ya head front to back can someone hear you 
And go and lock the door before somebody try’s to steer you 

Away from your madness ya used to it being comfort 
You a slave to your mental the abuse inflicts on others 

It’s a bad habit please enlist me on your death note
Im trouble child it gets confusing as I get old  

Kid go ahead and try bleach 
Grab any substance you find within your reach 

How many disses it takes to kill em all
If there really was somebody then why aint none them call

I’m that voice inside your head that repeats this isn’t me 
after every single thought that be bothering when you think 

You ain’t normal, you ain’t perfect, you ain’t healthy fuck that all 
You just putting up a fake to get by them when you fall

Isn’t he so weird (prod. slaughterhill)

SHE LOVES A POISONED HEART (PROD.GISABELLA)

my brain hurts

WHOTHEFUCKISHE FT ZENOGNARLY

lyrics -

i cant even lie
i got lots of anger built up
left the ones that hate at home
now sit and watch em switch up
i dont like the people, so i might 
just rob the bitch funds
his shorty call me over
so of course i fuck the
bitch dumb

IMA HIT HIM HARDER
IMA HIT HIM HARDER
PUSSY TALKING HOT 
LIKE I WONT GO AND
KILL YOUR DAUGHTER
BLOODBATH, ITS A 
SLAUGHTER
LIGHTWEIGHT NEED NO
SPOTTER
I CAN RUN YO BEAT
AND THEN GO MAKE
THAT SHIT MORE HOTTER

blunts passed 
man i need to get higher
aura flaming like a bic
im on a fire
junkie nigga
snorting coke not a fighter
thieving nigga
chop his hands he a liar
shitty mixing 
man you need to retire
look at mcdonalds
they looking for hire
dirty ass nigga 
get put in a dryer
stick in yo ass
and remove it with plyers

IMA FUCK
IMA GO AND FUCK UP YOUR MEMORY
FUCK THE DISSING, YOU AINT GOT THE BALLS
FOR WHAT YOU SAY TO ME
BUNCH OF MONKEY NIGGAS, SUCKING DICK JUST FOR THE INDUSTRY 
ALL MY MUSIC ANGRY, USE IT NOW AND DRAIN MY ENERGY

WHY THEY TALKING BACK, LIKE I SAID DONT DO ENEMIES 
TALKING ALL THEY DO, CAUSE THEY CANT SPIT
SO THEN THEY ENVY ME
WHY HE IN MY PHONE? WHY HE ASKING FOR THE RECIPE?
IRON WITH NARCAN BITCH I CALL THAT PERFECT CHEMISTRY 

GET THE FUCK UP OFF MY DICK
OPEN PITS YOU STUPID BITCH
BITCH IM ANGRY USE MY FIST
ALL MY LIFE A PACIFIST
HIT EM WITH A BAG OF DICKS
NEEDLE BRAIN LIKE BITCH IM SICK
COKE NOSE BITCH ITS HIT OR MISS
SLOPPY BITCH LOVE DOING TRIS

ANGRY SONG.

Lifeless I got no form 
Hope there’s peace left when I’m re born 

Leave my space needa detach broken pieces I’ve kept from my past 

Is it selfish to simply yourself 
Build up walls when it implies for help

I feel as my sanity is lost can’t throw the just towel because 

been needing for simplicity listing me in mental wars

What you wanna be a ball player 
Figure what you want kid it’s coming for you later 
Time really money depend how you spent the price  
Get something settled soon so you end up living nice 

Advice my mental strain has succumbed to extro pain yes I’ve fought since the beginning my sins had been proclaimed 

Don’t mind it gone fade through time 
dodging all the bullets Ive engraved inside 

I’m not quick wit it but ima still
Get it yeah ima hard head guess I will admit it

Brotha tell me how that pain feel
Cutting up to chase the same feel

We all looking for that same pill that ain’t real

Noise all clatter on its own like me in an ally playing on a saxophone 

With a bunch of souls of generations claim we lost it’s a shame we a grew up with no helping hand in cause

Isn’t he so weird (prod. slaughterhill)

roses