Name: The 7th Floor by TVBUU
Duration: 2 min 13 s
Description: they keep on asking me for more threats..

Lyrics: 
It's the local terrorist,
I'm always riding through the city,
With the pistol on my lap,
I'm screaming out,
For you to get me,
You can come and take the bait,
Ill hit you right inside your kidney,
Spin around bust the block,
burn it down,
And take you with me,
I'm a suicidal bomber,
Blow this shit,
Until they get me,
Ain't no witnesses around,
Because i ride,
When no one with me,
Look inside your fuckin eyes,
When you cry,
Don't forget me,
Do not run your fuckin mouth,
If you won't die,
For what you feeling,
Muthafucka what,
----
Close your muthafuckin mouth,
Did you hear something,
I ain't come to fuckin talk,
I came to get it busting,
M, m, m,
Mask on my face,
When you see me coming,
They screaming out,
To Call the cops,
When we get to dumpin,
I said it ain't the last time,
Imma keep my word,
We'll light this muthafucka up,
You get what you deserve,
I hope you heard,
I ain't talking bout this shit online,
You smiling all up in my face,
Thinking shit is fine,
Till I cock the 9 hoe,
------
Pull up on a muthafucka,
With the black cat,
Everybody always thinking,
That they really bout that,
I ain't never gave a fuck,
To come in contact,
With anybody thinking,
That I wouldn't bring the combat,
I'm a terrorist,
I'm looking where the bomb at,
To blow a muthafucka,
Through the river,
Where they drown at,
Coming from a city,
Where you always see the clouds at,
Look up at the sky,
See the rain,
And its all black,
Everybody wanna talk,
Until you explode,
Then wanna call the cops,
When they seeing that you want smoke,
Snap your muthafuckin hand,
And break the damn phone,
I try to keep It to myself,
You wanna take me out my zone,
I try to keep it to myself,
But I get tired,
Of muthafuckas thinking that i wouldn't bring the fire,
See the heat,
Eat the weak,
When I roll by ya,
Never give a fuck no more,
Because i'm on fire,
------
You don't really wanna start this,
Start this,
I'll make your ass my target
My target,
Imma turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
I'm heartless,
Muthafuckas in the darkness,
The darkness,
Ima turn into a marksman,
A marksman,
Hit your ass where your heart is,
Your heart is,
Muthafucka I am heartless,
I'm heartless,
Yeah,

911 (Prod. EYKEY)

$uicide Boy$ - Gutting Catfish (Chopped And Slowed)

Anyway
Me myself and I 
go way back
Tryna find my way 
Like the waze app
I lost my way 
No mames guey
So many ways
 I could change 
But I’m not changing back 
Back to my ways 
When I put myself in the back
Now there’s no way
That I’ll be turning back
With all the trauma 
I gone through 
It’s hard to relax
Hard to rest  
Looking In the mirror 
Like a thousand yard
 starring contest 

Tired of these comparison Olympics 
It’s not a contest 
Your pain isn’t any less real 
Just cause some other person saw a little more neglect 

I’m Venting in this music
 for me it’s so cathartic 
I’m Mopping the floor with the underground with each lyric

Used to be incessantly nefarious  
On my sock puppet
Not tryna be manipulated like a sock puppet 
Was hopscotching between 
The malt liquor and scotch 
Hada turn down the festivities a notch 
Liquor made me twisted like some licorice 
Crazy how liquor is 
Crazy how that is 

Lucky if we see mañana
Be happy you made it this far 
Like a zealot saying hosanna
This music ain’t a act no Hanna Montana 

Airing out these lyrics
like the little friend of tony montana 

Feel like season four
 Ruth Langmore 
These lyrics are not labor 
From troubled beginnings 
 Kim wexler 
Got a code 
Like I’m Dexter 
Immense Vocabulary 
Blacklist James Spader 

My fathers words
stick with me
Like Mr. Robot 
Christian Slater 


deserving of a clean slate 
one way or a another 
People turn on you 
Iike what you see in the wire


In my whip blasting South of Heaven by Slayer
Keep that circle small 
So you dont dread the people on your roster 
I’m twisted in the head like a dread 
On the head of a Rasta 

Unique style 
Like I’m Zeb Powell out my dental
Leavin more than a dent 
It’s torrential
Making moves like a pterodactyl
Even when I’m down 
I’m winning still 
Never give up like 
The values
my grandpa instilled 


Death is inevitable 
Soon we’ll be worm food 
Pushed away with a shovel
Totally forgotten 
As the past turns to rubble 
Timeless with my words 
Thier a time capsule 

Yeah I 
Went from down to party 
To feeling Blasé
My music an Exposé
They cannot hold a candle to me

Used to yearn for peace 
like Ralphie wanting that BB gun in a Christmas story 
Some people on 9/11 
survived an elevator free fall 
 80 stories
Just for the building to eventually collapse
 on them entirely

Morale of the story 
When it’s your time to go 
 it’s your time homie 
We live in chaos
And nothings set in stone 
So make sure you make
 this life your own

THOUSAND YARD STARE (Prod. anemic)

No Dissappointments

they keep on asking me for more threats..

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Pariah (Prod. PULSE)

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

lyrics:

When I see yo face I wanna puke
Juke juke juke juke 
fuck out the way
I know you know I got the juice
I'm through
Boutta whip the hammer and the broom
Everybody juh assume
But I'ma bring the Fuckin doom 
Ima juke
On you you you
You make me wanna puke when you do the thangs you do
I'm through
Thotties see me flyin to the moon
So I let em come thru they can play my skin flute

Smellin Fuckin fresh
No downy
I bee Feelin high like I'm off a pot brownie 
Where the Fuckin purp time to bring in my bounty
She drop her mini skirt
Got a mothafucka howling

I don't really care fo all the talk I don need that
Mothafuckas talk so much they gonna need a C pap 
When I see that booty shakin
Peter like I need that
Put it in her butt
Fo the bust
I don't need that (kids) 

Pop pop
Pop pop
On a bitch
She slop
Sloppy
Like she floppin like a fish
You a flop
Old news floppy disk
My ex is a bitch
Don't text go fish

PUKE [PROD. HAARPER]

Lyrics:

Panama Red 
Dab Pen
And some needle point 
Now let’s flip a coin 
Where do I go tonight 
My failure to die 
Is my kryptonite 
No refill 
This life doesn’t 
come with a sequel 
Might die by a needle 
Dilated pupils 
I try to stay tranquil 
But bitches are deceitful 
So I aint peaceful
Diabolical individual 
Tired of it all
I fuckin hate people

Whoever
Shot up my whip 
you missed 
sorry  
I still exist 
Even when I’m shooting up dope 
Motherfucker I don’t miss

NICE TRY
YIPPIE KAY YAY 

Touché 
I also wanna be morte
Long gone 
Like the fucks I once gave 
I know you wanna see me die 
But I wanna be the 
one taking my life  
IM ROCKIN
DONT NOT RESUSCITATE 
UNO REVERSE CARD 
MIGHT OVERDOSE ANYDAY
People will say 
bad things happen in 3’s
Until they meet me 
as I piss 
I’m Sippin on a 40 
In chaos 
There’s opportunity 
You should know that 
I’m the hell spawn 
Epitome of Murphy’s law 
Engulfing Alcohol
by the crack of dawn 
No one will miss me
 when I’m gone 
Imma die young
LSD TABS 
UNDERNEATH MY TONGUE 
TAKING HITS FROM THE BONG 
Going out like Chris Farley 
If he was introverted and unfunny 
Fuck a filter 
Imma blunt motherfucker 
Imma tell you how it is
never a sugarcoater
Fuck euphemisms 
You’re a cunt 
That’s an aphorism 
Baligerant 
prime example of alcoholism 

Middle fingers
Are my mannerisms 
Walking cataclysm 
Fuck the system 
Fuck the catechism 
Fucks given
in the minus 
Coke up in my sinus 
Actavis School Bus 
Drugs are my favorite apparatus 
My brain is a circus 
Mixing chemicals 
Like It’s science 
Getting so high 
You can’t even
see my iris
Wanna Escape 
this crisis 
Turning down the brightness
Fuck a bias 
Never been pious 

Fuck the self righteous 
They’re annoying as tinnitus 

People have always 
pulled a Judas 
So spineless 
Better practice silence
Nothing is priceless 
We all pay a toll 
With our soul 
Feelin like Daniel Victor Jones
Feel failed by everything that I know
Just wanna take a round to the dome

Clouded mindset 
Like a cataract 
A 9 Millimeter ￼
round salad 
Sounds immaculate 
Always remember
Don’t put all your eggs 
in one basket 
I’m Bound for a 
premature casket 
KindNess is something 
Life doesn’t practice
We all get shoveled in the end
Doesn’t matter if we like it
needa goth bitch 
But for now 
My Switchblade 
stays my side kick 

Not much of a difference 

cause they both cut shit

When it comes to acid

Better know I’m loving it 
Like McDonald’s 
but we talkin psychedelics
Bitch ya know I’m strident 
But Ironically 
I Fucking hate 
being conscious 
It’s not contentious 
Y’all make me so nauseous 
Hit the blunt 
so I’m not anxious 
I’m precarious 
Voices in my head 
are nefarious

Diablo (Prod. bhasper)

"The Houston Devil"

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