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Lyrics:
twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light      

twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light    

in the two seater
with a repeater

your girl want me 
she be over like a visa

an im no reaper
i gotta feed her

dick her down 
then i gone stuff her like burrita

mamacita
you give me fever
too hot
have to fuck her on the beamer

drink a litre
smoking reafer
holy fuck the way she drop
might be a keeper

i'ma runnit 
gettin top in my adidas

if you fronting
you'll get shot up like it fifa

carpet fresh
but you bet i'll call the cleaners

he pray to god
I turned that bitch to a beleiver

twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light    

twin glocks
double drops
don't run
less it the cops
fuck ops
smoke darts
till charcoal in my heart
turn my
life into dice
i slice till poltergeist
die divide into sky
then fight the fucking light

Poltergeist

Poltergeist (prod. Shneaky)

To Grant Them Eternal Rest

God & the Devil 2.0

prod. Venxm

LYRICS:
fuck the Louie v
I need some ketamine
I been in a ditch 
since I was 17
crystal with the rum
got ahead of me
pour the lights up
with the melody
memory
fucked
suicide love
every body cut
like the drugs an the hennesy
syrup fulla mud
club fulla rot
I'm a get fucked
don't stop till 
the energy 
sending me

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only found peace
when the night go black

soul full of heat
but the ice grow fast

mould on the beef
but I'm cold with the 
cold with the

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only count teeth
when the knife don't catch

froze in my weeks
but the hoe ass fat
known by the beast
I'm at home with it
home with it

pour
cigarette smoke on it
ro ro ro 
run it down choke on it
bout 6'4 
you ain't got a toe to it
diamond pistol
sending shots coasting it

anthrax in the pack
but I'm toking it

fan gas to the stash
yea we roasting it

yo man it's on sight
get the rope fitted

toe tags double dice
yea we roll with it

tab bags getting passed 
outta focus

twin locusts
masked by the potion

no slow shit
fire in the ocean

split the high
to find
my mental broken

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only found peace
when the night go black

soul full of heat
but the ice grow fast

mould on the beef
but I'm cold with the 
cold with the

blood 
cash
let it all stack
only count teeth
when the knife don't catch

froze in my weeks
but the hoe ass fat
known by the beast
I'm at home with it
home with it

Blood. Cash.

Blood Bender Mixtape

Ragnarok

ERRORProdstation72 / / 2023

AMEN>(Luh c)

Ask Me (prod. sobernap**)

Jake Hill - They're here (Prod. SOJHI)

Jake Hill - Kratos (Prod. ZWALL)

"Voidwalker"

Playa shit
Frayser shit
That's what pimpins' all about
Playa shit
Frayser shit
That's what pimpins' all about
Playa shit
Frayser shit
That's what pimpins' all about
Playa shit
Frayser shit
That's what pimpins' all about

So keep that same energy when you see me out here bleeding
Bring the pain enemies R.I.P. they seem deceased
Now call me out, cut the shit
Speak about what you ain't in
You runnin' your mouth
But you ain't about the fucking ruckus that you spit
LOOK AT ME

When I speak ain't wasting time, my talk ain't cheap
I walk in clean it up and mop 'em
Wipe that dust up off my feet
I'm coming with the hate no time to debate
Disgraces, this won't be in vain
Run and hide from demise, you know that's my favorite game

Pull up with the all-black soul heart made of coal
I think the night is mine
I flourish in the dungeons keep on running it's my time to shine
The call of the void
The sound of my voice
It's echoing through the pipes
Just softly whispers in your ear
It pulls you in it's time to die

Playa shit
Frayser shit
That's what pimpins' all about
Playa shit
Frayser shit
That's what pimpins' all about

I got one too many bad days on my fucking case
Found a soul to drain paint your name on my fucking face
When you see me coming it's too late to say goodbyes
You know why, try to lie
You won't make it out alive

So keep that same energy, when you see me out here bleeding
Bring the pain enemies R.I.P. they seem deceased
Now call me out, cut the shit
Speak about what you ain't in
You runnin' your mouth
But you ain't about the fucking ruckus that you spit

I got a problem
Holding grudges don't say nothin'
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
One too many shots missed me think you need some ammo and some practice paint the target on my back a little larger so you hit it you ain't shit but a bitch

Now you fucked up
Bitch I'm coming now you turn into a suck up
You can run but you can't hide
Looks like your luck's up
Grow some nuts you just a punk without a bone
In your spot, should have known
Now it's time to

Keep that same energy, when you see me out here bleeding
Bring the pain enemies R.I.P. they seem deceased
Now call me out, cut the shit
Speak about what you ain't in
You runnin' your mouth
But you ain't about the fucking ruckus that you spit
LOOK AT ME

When I speak ain't wasting time, my talk ain't cheap
I walk in clean it up and mop 'em
Wipe that dust up off my feet
I'm coming with the hate no time to debate
Disgraces, this won't be in vain
Run and hide from demise, you know that's my favorite game
Uh

IAmJakeHill - Voidwalker

CUT OUT WHAT U AINT NEED

GO FOLLOW MY BOY HE MADE THIS SICK ART! 
https://www.instagram.com/xuiinakz/

Lyrics:
i go silent
money piling
i'll be taking
what you got
know we smiling
but we violent
if you step up
what you thought
keep it quiet
they be hiding
but my sense it 
stack to top
get to close
i'll cut you off
make you fly
like albatross

wrists wet
soaked in ice
from my kneck 
blood drip
cold death
treat me right
now my breath
fold hits
no rest
mould blessed
every step
i give
lie gassed
no snitch
gonna ruin
my fit

like 
i ain't got enough bleach
to you get you off me
i ain't got enough seats
so why you watching
think i got my life free
hope you dislike me
i was dead at 17
shit i still might be

big stacks
body bags
bitch i'll turn you plastic
stashed it
drop you in 
the hole i keep my mask in

tic tac
send it back
you ain't got my status
I know you kept the malice
not stepping through my palace

everybody change
when they running outtta rations
i'll be just the same
spinning webs outta the madness
demons on the way
static vision static passion
never saw the same
once them bullets did some damage

i go silent
money piling
i'll be taking
what you got
know we smiling
but we violent
if you step up
what you thought
keep it quiet
they be hiding
but my sense it 
stack to top
get to close
i'll cut you off
make you fly
like albatross

God & the Devil 2.0

J Swey

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