osaka (INTRO) [prod. kaithegoof] {eng. rattlesnake}

punkass! (ft. Apoc Krysis & Jupiluxe) [prod. kaithegoof]

fetak is my school nickname so i made this song for my friends

fetak [prod. kaithegoof]

WHAT?! (feat. OMINVS)
prod. by gingus1163

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WHAT?! (feat. OMINVS) [prod. kaithegoof]

Sample: My Lucky Stars - Tupperwave

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cope. [prod. Tupperwave x kaithegoof]

GET OUT [prod. kaithegoof]

FYI [prod. Okra x kaithegoof]

lifeline [prod. kaithegoof]

shoutout @xrm for letting me steal this beat

lyrics:

See that pussy there, he act tough
But why he eat that dick like it’s some motherfucking Biscoff
60 seconds long, I’m posting it on TikTok
He walking down the street, and I’mma jump him like I’m Kris Kross

Know these fuckers hit the jerk, I be fucking on they bitches
Man this shit is so unheard of, fuck around, get clipped
Man her face a major turn off, turn that shit around
From the back she hella bad tho

Counting all this bread, put that shit inside my bag
Way he keep on riding dick, it got him looking like a fag, man this shit is super sad, hoe
xrm been rolling 808’s, they hella fat, hoe
We be schooling lowlifes, they looking like some frat boys

Man your shit is trash
Walking on them streets, I’m throwing around with bodybags
I put them to the cemetery, I be tagging all they toes
Y’all some bitches, not some bro’s, and it motherfucking shows, aye, aye

evil jerk (prod. xrm)

lyrics:

Blunt to the dome, and a skull to my sole
Ruby eyes gotta roll, right back into your soul
Is it real? Is it faux? What the fuck have you been told?
Man these motherfuckers mess with me when I am hella stoned

And I breakdown, no more Mister Tough Guy, the takedown
Shakedowns, left and right from me, they look like beat downs
Snake crowns, leaving me tempted if I should take now
Hands off, gun in my pockets and it gon’ make sounds

Blasting through these doors like a motherfucker, that’s carrying a battering ram
You know I’m existing so I gotta steal all of your fans
Numbers going up, but I don’t know if this real
Or another episode of Hidden Cams

Grab a Glock, I pop it and rock it
Walk round with my pocket rocket
This ain’t no show, you can’t stop it
Cuz I got shit I be plotting

A single sight, I just lock it
Onto your skull and your body
There is no way you can stop it
Shut all that shit you be talking up

Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer
Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer
Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer
Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer

Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer
Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer
Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer
Pop pink octagonal pills like a neuromancer

neuromancer. [prod. kaithegoof]

don't hit my phone. [prod. kaithegoof]

get over you. [prod. kaithegoof]

eehh uhhhhh uhmmm what uhhhh ermmm somng???

lullaby. [prod. kaithegoof]

pure boredom.

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back! [prod. kaithegoof]

silly track

Lyrics:
Pull up in a blacked out Polo
My verses are sharp like a bolo
Hop in the stu, like “YOLO”
Know me, I never go solo

You think that I’m not a local, aye
But you see me in the photo
Shoutout my bro, JustDomo
Me and her on the mic going loco

I’m so fly like a runt
I’m getting high, off that litty ill blunt
Gimme the spliff, the puffy-puff-puff
Fill up my lungs, I ain’t ever gone cough

I ain’t gone huff, I ain’t gone grunt
Only thing that rhymes that I’mma do is front
I don’t want no drama, I only wanna stunt
Something in my vault, release it; no punt

I’m always on time, like a german for a meeting
Always getting high like I’m part of the ceiling
Call me Steve-O, cuz I’m sick of that ceiling fan 
I got half a dollar, so I’m pulling up with many men

They do not wish death upon my name
They are my teammates, treat it like a game
I’m a crazy rapper, I’mma grow an afro
You know they listen to me if I say so

So you know my raps don’t ever make sense
(10 bucks per month, no bands)
Triple XL tag on my pants
(I ain’t got no money for a benz)

My songs are rhythm and pestilence 
(You triggered by my existence)
I’mma tell you where I really wanna go
And you bring me there if I say so

Listen to me baby, come on here, I’ll introduce you
I’m the type of rapper that’ll curse you like a voodoo
All up on the big screen, hit me up on hulu
Share a peace pipe with a brother from the Zulu

I’m the wrong guy if you looking for a guru
I’m saving up for a place in Honolulu
Stay away from me, I can smell your bad juju
You can cry about it, but I do not talk “Boo Hoo”

I do not know, what’ll be my next flow?
Preferably sum I wont get called a thief for
I just use the same rhyme schemes on accident 
Why you act like this is such a huge predicament 

I predicted it, you’ll never vibe like I
Say it again, “I’ll never vibe like Kai!”
See me strutting round in a local liquor store
And they sell me if I say so

So you know my raps don’t ever make sense
(10 bucks per month, no bands)
Triple XL tag on my pants
(I ain’t got no money for a benz)

My songs are rhythm and pestilence 
(You triggered by my existence)
I’mma tell you where I really wanna go
And you bring me there if I say so (I-)

So you know my raps don’t ever make sense
(10 bucks per month, no bands)
Triple XL tag on my pants
(I ain’t got no money for a benz)

My songs are rhythm and pestilence 
(You triggered by my existence)
I’mma tell you where I really wanna go
And you bring me there if I say so (I-)

(I-)
(I-)
(I-)
I’mma tell you where I really wanna go
And you bring me there if I say so (I-)

rhythm and pestilence [prod. kaithegoof]

I FUCKING HATE THE MIX ON THIS ONE GRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GET LOST [prod. digirot x kaithegoof]

Lyrics:

(In my- in my- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

So I gotta bring it back hoe
Man, I need some money for a fag hoe
Coping with the smoke, I need that nic so I don’t slack

Though my future’s in the past
I will never be the last
Dope all up in my pockets
Pants be looking like a plant

Like a garden, huh
Mind is looking like a fucking garden
Love hitting on that dro because it feel like my minds sharpened

Blood dripping from my nose
Gotta keep me on my toes
Say I’m ruining my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so

Spending hours isolated 
Man I hate communicating 
Used to be a jolly chap
Then came all the self hate

And now I’m thinking darker than an empty fucking hex code
Natural selection got me in it’s scope like animals

Victim of the darwinistic, narcissistic world I tread
I may not be strong enough, but tell me, why I ain’t dead
Know that all the shit I take is bound to get my fucking head
But I’m barely surviving, so how ‘bout you cut some slack, bitch

(In my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

So I gotta bring it back hoe
Man, I need some money for a fag hoe
Coping with the smoke, I need that nic so I don’t slack

Though my future’s in the past
I will never be the last
Dope all up in my pockets
Pants be looking like a plant

B it back hoe
Man, I need some money for a fag hoe
Coping with the smoke, I need that nic so I don’t slack

Though my future’s in the past
I will never be the last
Dope all up in my pockets
Pants be looking like a plant

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes, so- in my-)
(In my life, but you don’t know where it goes- in my- in my-)

SLACK.wav [prod. kaithegoof]

shoutout @teroristi for the beat!

Lyrics:

I’m a- I’m as- I’m as high as-

I’m as high as I can get, the pain is growing in my chest
Calling up the plug to give me any better sedative
If I’m getting pulled up to the side, you know I’m positive 
Cuz thoughts up in my mind are beating me, they always negative

Know they dealing with my life, like Digimon
Spending hours on the web, I’m getting hit with digirot
It’s always gonna get ya, blinded like a cyclops 
In my little cave with only torches to my left

So you know that I am burning, burning, burning bridges
I don’t listen to these bitches
What you know about me mane
Get the fuck up out my face

Keep your mouth free of my name
Brother let me tell you
If you my 13th reason why
There’s nothing that can save you

I’ll come back as a ghost
I be haunting you the most
Let the plates fall of the shelf
Let them shatter on the floor

No you bitches ain’t my kin
Cuz y’all be acting like a foe
That’s the reason I’mma kill myself
That’s what you wanna know, huh?

Bullets- Bullets to yo chest-

Bullets to yo chest, if you can not fucking rest
I’m kinda fed up with the ordinary stress
I’m sick of all that shit you say, but I ain’t got the power yet
So better to go kill myself and resurrecting from the dead

Put bullets to yo chest, if you can not fucking rest
I’m kinda fucking fed up with the ordinary stress
I’m sick of all that shit you say, but I ain’t got the power yet
So better to go kill myself and resurrecting from the dead

FED UP [prod. TERRORISTI]

prod. by me and @user-555059549

Lyrics:

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

Yeah I crashed in a whip
Let the blood down dribble from my
Steering wheel, feel like shit
Wish that god would’ve taken me with him

God I feel sick
After spending hours ‘round these bitches
Y’all want some shit
I just want the sweet death

I cry and I drink and I smoke and I sleep
Wake up next morning, I gotta repeat 
Goin downhill and I’m going with speed
Langer Zug, 80% steep

Got money and I got a lambo
But this shit don’t matter aye
They said money buy happiness 
But I’m not feeling better, yuh

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

CRASHED (INTERLUDE) [prod. kaithegoof x SCRXM]

"We Are Charlie Kirk" RMX || MEMPHIS KIRK [prod. kaithegoof]

sippin onnat puter drank


[DISCLAIMER: I CAN RECLAIM THE SLURS USED IN THIS SONG]:

No, these bastards want my cash, no, I think that I’mma crash, hoe
It’s cuz I am drunk going 200 on the dash, hoe
Bitch, I’m going fast, yeah, they think that I am Flash, hoe
John fucking Cena, they can’t see me, fingerblast a hoe

With my new acquired blaster, hoe; she wasted, so I trashed the hoe
Care about consent, what the fuck you take advantage for?
Take your eye, I black it out, like Aiden Pearce: you blacking out
Got all of my dawgs, watching you, acting a faggot, hoe, aye

So call the shots, you in mania, but you ain’t hitting the tracks
In the box, call you Roddy Broke, cuz you don’t carry bands
Alimony, for seperation of your neck and yo head
I’m taking shots, like I am making Anti-Vaxxers mad

I pedal the metal like rock on a bike, I am a cat, no bitches in sight
You like to bark, but you do not bite, it’s time for you to get euthanised
I’m not a blender, I can not mix this song like every master
But you still listen, why? Cause I’m gonna hit them with the fingerblaster

(By the way, I’m talking about a gun, I’m not just gonna finger blast someone; that’s against my ideals)

FINGERBLASTER (CONTEXT: GUN) [prod. kaithegoof]

vexxos diss track cuz there's no actual beef between me n him, i literally js got bored after finishing all my exams for now

also, shoutout krys [ @zanziglatore ] for the beat!!!

meanie jerk (evil jerk pt. 2 aka. Vexxos diss track) [prod. by ZanZiglaTorΞ]

CHECK OUT MY BOY @user-773089850
COVER ART BY: my girlfriend

SOLITARY CONFINEMENT (feat. foriist) [prod. kaithegoof]

i make music for people with no attention span
dm for collabs‼️
discord: gingus1163
IG: @kaithegoof


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