@heavensnight0

day after 2morrow
char em
flame at and discard em
hangman shit and draw em
washing grey matter up off me
y’all can pray that ain’t gon solve it
day after 2morrow

garbage pail child
spellbound
out their misery, won’t take em
hell nah, hell’s hot
got em shitting bricks, ain’t check the mailbox
shellshocked
anytime might catch me off the rails I crailslide
tailslide

when I go salem’s lot
bloodied this tee, cost me like three
it’s not yves saint laurent
got meds on me might n.o.d.
feel like I’m dwayne the rock
that levee break I levitate
& be criss angel high
death, decay, & graves 2 plot

got em shook
got em scared stiff
tryna get 2 me
won’t get a foot, not a square inch
try some fishy shit, ain’t off the hook
get caught like bare skin
get caught up in my neck of the woods
I go blair witch

day after 2morrow
char em
flame at and discard em
hangman shit and draw em
washing grey matter up off me
y’all can pray that ain’t gon solve it
day after 2morrow

day after 2morrow (hn)

@heavensnight0

riding w it
shit get Road Wild
bug ridden, pussy mudslinging & get hosed down
chop, chop
add 2 the fire, shit gon go south
last of the dying
this bitch looking like a ghost town

flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
it ain’t windchill
flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
I can’t sit still

I can't sit straight
hysterical when I blackout- not for display
board the windows for we crack down every which way
we go hammerhead & turn this glass house 2 fish tank
here’s your big break

lambs for the slaughter, moment of silence
new camcorder for all this video violence
New Jack- carve at your arteries, I’m the violinist
might do em grimy, nosediving

bitch it’s a man down
dropping shit like ten pounds
highlight where they texting shit and press down
nightlight go fluorescent, leave you stressed out
my files so forensic, don’t get x’d out

riding with it
bitch we Souled Out
catch serpents in grass lurking, they get mowed down
chop, chop
add 2 the fire, shit gonna go south
last of the dying
this bitch look just like a ghost town

flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
it ain’t windchill
flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
I can’t sit still

flies on the windscreen (hn)

it all boils down 2 this
they’re out 2 get me- I’m confident in that, count on it
worn out again
recognize myself, not one bit
reconciling’s out the window, howling
just werewolf skin & skeletons in my closet begging for acknowledgement
snap out if it

my darkest hour

universal monster, the common consensus
widely accepted, I expect it
not depressed
cleansed through audio-engine
surprised I’m not ever
died nine times already
I digress in…

my darkest hour

terror tower, these walls surrounding
same ball & chain that I walk around with
feel lost without it
my downfall, downtrodden
all crows accounted
just taunt the crowd
strike awe- astounding

from the gallows that I swing
come all, corral over in sync
watch my shadow as I sink
not as shallow as you’d think
as I’d hope
fasten the rope
morale low, it’s extinct
when that valve opens, don’t blink

darkest hour (christ)

produced by @dead4ever

lyrics: https://youtu.be/A5jljFsyV5k

plsr cntr © 2025

AT THIS VERY MOMENT (9:14pm)

SYBAU prod. ENVIOUS

-TRACKS PRODUCED AND MIXED BY DJ NOSFERATU & JASONSHOCKEYMASK OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA-

-TRACKS-
1. MASSACRE (PROD. LUNARNM)
2. TORE UP - 2BLUNT & RO$ETTA (PROD. JASONSHOCKEYMASK)
3. TWISTED MINDS - 2BLUNT & LUNARNM (PROD. LUNARNM)

WOEFUL EP.

(MC WAVYMANNE)
i was chillin wit the crew
and than this little broad done caught my eye
she got a fat ass and a pretty ass face
mane this bitch so fine
makin eye contact, i’m tryna tap that
i wanna make yo ass mine
im tryna spit some fuckin game mane
tonights the night

i know she see my neck and my fuckin wrist
i know you want a piece of this come chill wit me lil bitch 
we can make a fuckin movie lemme get that body groovin
whenever it comes to you shawty i aint fuckin snoozin

i hand that hoe my cellular the wavymanne aint regular
and when the nights done you gon feel interstellar
and if u tryna talk to her there ain no way luh fella
i looked down at my phone and her 
fucken name was bella 

the fucken clock is ticken and its hitting 12 am 
and now i got the shawty up inside my fucken benz
she started to feel nervous but baby dont feel ashamed
i hit the fucken gas and she gave a playa sum brain



(LUNAR)
i know all ya funky hoes
wanna fuck up on the lunar manne
just come up to my crib 
and you can gimme sum fuckin brain
this bitch hittin up my phone
tryna let me kno
she wanna give up the chewin
but ya kno the lunar manne ain’t wit the mothafuckin losin

so i leave her on read, bitch ya better off dead, ion want yo fuckin head
jus send a pic or two 
and i might just let you in my bed
but anyways i been up on my fucken playa tip
chillin wit a pretty lil thang chiefin onna spliff

she gotta nice ass body and a small waist
pretty eyes manne im in love with her fuckin face
i see it in her fuckin gaze, she’s in love wit me
we been hangin non stop and we smokin n coughin all fuckin week

the D the O the fuckin P the E
is what me and my mothafuckin shawty need
that smoke gon fill her lungs and now she wanna make love
i crack open a brew and now i gotta nice buzzed

All Ya Hoe’s (Feat. Lunarnm) (Prod. DJ Nosferatu)

Prod. GlumBoy X $ᴀɪɴᴛLᴜʜʀᴜɴɴ
Lyrics: 
i be sippin onnat dirty sprite 
drop that pill im my drank 
now its time to ride
sayin you this and that goofy pick yo side
talking on the gang we gon have to slide
wock up in my cup 
quit flexin on the gram no one give a fuck
tryna get some money tryna stack it up 
 fake ass jiggas aint belive now they showin love 
Stackin’ quiet paper, never brag about what I shove,  
Silhouettes lurk through the vapor that I puff,  
Whispers in the moonlight, secrets only known to us,
Hugs from snakes, but I sense the venom glove,
Loyalty a myth, round here it’s never enough (bitch)
Lost too many battles for a war I never loved,  
(fighting a meaningless battle im my head but you know no one will ever give a fuck)


(diamonds in the dark, but the sparkles paper thin)
Diamonds in the dark, but the sparkle’s paper-thin,  
Chasing all these digits, but the meaning’s hard to stitch
(Hollon bro i needa replay that part that shi- that shi was kinda hard man)

Diamonds in the dark, but the sparkle’s paper-thin,  
Chasing all these digits, but the meaning’s hard to stitch
cost of true connection? That’s a number you can’t pitch.
Every gold plated promise just another slick trick.
(mane you already know nun of these people promise sum but they never go by it)

Ghosts in my phone, nobody I miss,  
Searching for a spark in a world fulla abyss,  

(love outta sight but im feeling every glitch
 you already know mane
Truth in my veins, never staged, never switched
what im gonna say,
No luck in the air, just a vision and a wish, bitch)

AT THIS VERY MOMENT (9:14pm)

jona2as

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