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Beach Boys

! [W/ ZILLA$KAVE] [PROD. PHXTON] (old/rare)

POTTYHEAD FREESTYLE! (prod. buckx2)

This song was Co-Produced by Kill Dyll and Pranav.Wav
Everything down to the cover art was collaborated on

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Kill Dyll & Pranav.Wav 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Say good night
Cuz' this 45 tucked
Aim down sight
Imma drain that blood

Imma donate brains
To your car headrest
JFK
You don't need no vest

Bitch!

Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace

Givin a motherfucker what they need
Not what they want
They need to shut the fuck up
So their teeth is what I stomp

Watch him su su studder
When I'm changing up my tone
Dyll is the beheader
If you try to take my throne

Overthrown the lames
So now I'm at where I belong
He's blessed fuckin breathing
But he's not blessed for very long

Fuck you, your façade, is showing like its bomb
I'm blowing up like the taliban
Tally up all my arms
I'm constantly underfire
I'm wired to kill em all
You fuckers are petty liars
Imma purging em til I'm gone

You got a big ass forehead
Fuck you feelins im morbid
Runnin my church no Mormon
Tie him to the car and floor it
Kill a whole man and move on
Sippin that tea that oolong
Hate little kids like Kumon
Hole in yo head don't move wrong

Holo through his head if he talk about some goofy shit
Lay him down with lead hoe in a hooligan
Who again I'm the the nigga that would go and shoot again
Find where you stay burn your crib make you move again
I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I

Obviously probably a mufuckin prodigy
Hold the gun solemnly keep yo apology
Skin him to death and then watchin his body bleed
Killing that boy for a want and not just the need
When you with me make sure you talkin properly
You are not human to me you my property
Been a whole god so nobody is stoppin' me
Pastor pranav or at least call me father p

Kick from the k got my wrist feelin sore
I got holo after holo leave that boy on the floor
Imma kool aid man through the wall or a door
Put the knife to his head till he dead kill the whore

I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I
I don't know so I am slow el ey dying
Talk bout the smoke but you always just typing
Sharpen my nails but this world has been filing
Walk what I talk and bitch and I'm always smiling

JFK - Kill Dyll x Pranav.Wav (Prod. Kill Dyll + Pranav.Wav)

BOTTLE IT UP! (prod. deville) (art by @scrvffie on insta)

Hollywood!

LYRICS:

No joke, got your ass in the scope, 
Don’t be messing with a legend,
Don’t be messing with a GOAT,
No joke, aye bro,
Got your ass in the scope,
Don’t be messing with a legend,
Don’t be messing with a GOAT,
No way

Stay around so it’s hard to ignore,
Keeping score,
Win the battle and the motherfucking war,
Need more,
Got a lot and it’ll never be enough,
Feel a little bit of pressure,
Now you see it building up,
Boutta bust,
Ain’t the time and you know it ain’t the place,
Everything that you’ve been feeling,
Boutta put it on display,
Set the pace,
You arrived and you’re cutting to the chase,
Do your motherfucking thing while they copy and they paste, no way

No joke, got your ass in the scope, 
Don’t be messing with a legend,
Don’t be messing with a GOAT,
No joke, aye bro,
Got your ass in the scope,
Don’t be messing with a legend,
Don’t be messing with a GOAT,
No way

Play it safe,
No risk, no shame, AYE,
Don’t be getting mad when you ain’t winning in the game, 
Say, it’s another test, don’t flex,
Don’t try shit,
Looking like a zombie,
A motherfucker mindless,
No lie,
I’ve been thinking outside of the box,
Getting hot,
No shade, 105,
Ain’t a limit to my winning,
Won’t be slipping, still climb,
You’ll be knowing where you’re going when you’re following the signs, yeah

No joke, got your ass in the scope, 
Don’t be messing with a legend,
Don’t be messing with a GOAT,
No joke, aye bro,
Got your ass in the scope,
Don’t be messing with a legend,
Don’t be messing with a GOAT,
No way

NO JOKE (prod. bearded legend)

STEP IN THE RING! (prod. papapedro) (art by @nuumastar)

prod yeahdudejoshishere

[chorus]
I know hella mothafuckas wanna rock 
Wanna rock like me 
Wanna talk like me 
Can’t rock like me 
Imma show a mothafucka how to live like me 
Step one you ain’t ride for free 
Step two do what you wanna do 
I got the Barbie too 
You ain’t never gonna step like me 
Step three 
imma one of one 
You a wannabe 
Tell em Rest In Peace 

[verse]
Yeah I think we got off to the wrong start 
I got a Molotov with a match to go 
Think we should’ve started with a bomp bomp 
Then I brag some 
Then I hit it with the swag huh
Yuh this the place to be 
I ain’t fuckin wit nobody 
Nobody hot as me 
Highest in the room 
I got no time to please 
Highest in the room before I touch my weed 
Get wit it 
Just a little bit 
Got a uzi wit a dick gonna make you do a jig 
Got the uzi with the shits gonna spray up in this bitch 
With the ‘tato on the barrel so you won’t hear it hit 
Get right 
Or get left behind 
Hella mothafuckas actin up on a dime 
With no rhyme or reason mothafuckas pickin up the mic 
How do I tell em they ain’t got the gut to treat it right 
How to tell where the bag at 
Where the cash at 
Where the mothafuckin stash at 
Spend four racks smokin loud pack 
Ya pull out the boof pack 
That’s the laugh track 
Yeah 
Where the cake at 
Made a mistake 
Twice baked you a dumb ass 
Uh yuh 
Yeah 
Where the bass at 
Made a mistake let you in 
That’s where the mid at

ROCK LIKE ME

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

Jim

K1