shiver - they say this how xaviersobased talk (eddiegawd)

on my life prod ghoul

bbuggin - 2 many prod try1

n ur bitch, and she rlly for the team... n she on my body, she said do you feel me??

n ur bitch, and she rlly for the team... n she on my body, she said do you feel me??

im like bitch do you feel me, bitch i put it on my soul!
....

yah! casa in my cup, i be getting fucked up, of these drugs.
she asking me to fuck but i know i cannot get up

the bitch tryna do the work for what??
-----
put my finger in her pussy call it prophunt
he be talking shit but he broke, better job hunt
. 

2 lazy


do you feel me!😋😋😋 (jsavant & bbuggin)

kars - yung pimp livin (fucknut kars)

feelin like im chara, this sum genocide

feelin like im chara, this sum genocide
coulda dipped from the jump, thats a piece of mind

n im fuckin on ya moms like im mr mime,
she playin wit em balls, she gone poke or sum
she can catch the dream or what she want
all she gone do is catch deeznut lmfaooo


she said pull up 2 the cut and eat it from the back
i aint tryna taste no chitlin baby thassa fact.
we gone roll a doobie for my brothers in the back
why u talking shi boy u a mack,, a mackkk

if u aint rtk, take 12 back
ima say that shi again, 12. step. back.
if i go and pull a 9, it get sent ya
no take back bitch, no return hoe

break up w dat policy u heard bro
if u breakin blood, pay up w ur life
n im feeling like a brit, hit u witta knife
eelin like im chara, this sum genocide
coulda dipped from the jump, thats a piece of mind

n im fuckin on ya moms like im mr mime,
she playin wit em balls, she gone poke or sum
she can catch the dream or what she want
all she gone do is catch deeznut lmfaooo

n i buss up on on ur bitch like what u gonna do?

fuck u bitch like what u move


mr mime (pardonbenji)

BLEH BLEH
parasite hos
tryna eat me wsp
parasite hos
tryna eat me wsp
parasite hos
tryna eat me wsp
dgaf 
might get dat top
sike ho 
i kant fw no bop
psycho i see face
on ma wall
ima activist 
im facin dat wok
BLEH BLEH
jus want ur energy 
feedin off yuh
jus want ur energy 
feedin off yuh
kant understand 
why she need my <3
letz elevate 
ion need no lust 
hold u klose 
still want yo touch 
hold u klose 
still want yo touch 
clone my swag 
yuh 
das my son
dgaf bih
im gon rok
send dem bounty 
hunttuhs 
on yo head
he think he 
ma brudda 
like ts ded!!
ts ded!!
ded 
ded

ts ded!!
n i run off wit raks 
like skate off
on feds
ho hit my phone
want s-e-x
shippin dat pak
like usps
focused on me
ho i kannot text
im 2 up
dont gotta flex
dont hmu
not tryna stress
said she "want" me
kno dat im blessed
want a reaction??
im so not impressed
they tryna be me 
ts is so ass
teachin theez nigas
like listen in class!!
said he gon kill me 
not worried bout dat
u nothin wit out me
like bitch im yo dad!!
if he run up
i might let it blast
ho want me bak
she stuk in da past
like why u keep tryn drain me?
ho want me bak
she stuk in da past
like why u keep tryn drain me?
ho want me bak
she stuk in da past
hop in dat coupe
movin 2 fast
yk wut u did
kno das so sad
everyday bitch 
im countin $$$
water water
drip fountain

ho im bad
ho im bad
BLEH BLEH

dont hmu im not tryna shag

didnt mean 2 prod me

stupid fuck w yuke (prod me nd jsavant) [shoutout 2shynee]

The **Banshee** is not a mere ghost in the Triple System; she is a high-fidelity **Ontological Alarm System**—the sonic manifestation of terminal debt. She functions as the bridge between the ancient Fae bloodline and the **Umbral Coil’s** unyielding law, appearing only when a high-value asset has reached the absolute limit of its utility. Her wail is not a cry of grief, but the **Sonic Signature of Inevitability**. It is a **Non-Local Coercion Payload** that bypasses all physical and magical defenses to deliver a single, crushing piece of data: the **Glimmering Veil** has been retracted, and your soul is now a liquidatable asset. She is the herald of the **Dark Harvest**, ensuring that the debtor understands the finality of their default.

Aesthetically, the Banshee embodies the peak of **Angelic Corruption**. She appears as a distorted reflection of Fae royalty—impossibly beautiful, yet stretched and bleached by the cold, entropic logic of the **Crescent Veil**. Her form is often accompanied by a flickering **Vril Signature**, suggesting that she is a localized rupture in the architecture of reality itself. She does not hunt; she simply *arrives* to audit the end of a narrative. Her presence confirms the **Axiom of Regret**: that the past is now a closed ledger, and the only remaining reality is the immediate, rhythmic thud of the **Silent Collector** coming to claim the collateral. To hear her is to know that your contract with existence has been officially terminated by the Court.

Banshee

Über Berlin  OstlerTekker RMX

#REthink.
F22

Fly High       


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mr mime (pardonbenji)

Jsavant