bruh the guy in the middle looks like my cousin im dead😭 imma make sure my cousin doesn't get tattoos 💀

Why am i making yet another playlist

Happy birthday Tom Cruise!
Lyrics:

Cash cow 
Ass out 
Looking like a rascal 
Pat till I pass out 
Fur coat mascot 

Gotta gut it end up bitching Like a bad dog 
I ain’t been according Got that Michelin trash star 

Fuck a whole damn 
"Greed til you get "
In the goat line, Get the Last place at the vet 

With that Prozac tap 
Got that sera full cap 
Full mag 
Full of merry go round gum 

Man got buns
Hanging over em
Rum to Bunsen burner 
And bottles up 
Molotov Round them cunts 

With the Countdown 
Guns that could dump that junk
Caught me scrappin like a bum 
Without Backup 
 
Put plans,don’t attach it
Turn it down Like it andybody asking 
With the full black boot So ratched
Ain’t no doc worth the rocks 
Out of fashion 

Pay em like they get 
With a ghost and a debt 
Tell me like a needle 
I don’t wanna know, bet 
Without a mask 
No respect 

Hunches back 
Ain’t no stretch 
In the booth counting checks 
Looking like Alita with the teeth of a koala 
On the chase 
I’m like a furball baddie on a bed full of tech

Brickwall Brickwall Brickwall

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

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Bones - TroubledYouth

(Intro)

MAD YAX
ALL BLACK FIT WHEN I STEP IN THE ROOM
MUHFUCKAS NOTICE AND MUHFUCKAS MOVE
CAME FROM THE STOMACH, YOU CAME FROM THE WOMB
YOU WAS BORN PUSSY I AINT NOTHIN LIKE YOU

(Hook)
I DONT SLANG DOPE
ID RATHER STAY HOME AND SMOKE
GOTTA GAME TWEEN MY LIPS
N LIKE 3 MORE ROLLED
BURY YOU IN DIFFERENT AREAS
N SCATTER THE BONES
LOOKING FOR ALL THE PIECES
MAKE THE PD LOSE HOPE

(Verse 1)
ROSE PEDALS N HOLLOW POINTS
TO DECORATE YA GRAVE
HEARD HIS CASKET WAS CLOSED
CUZ I FUCKED UP HIS FACE
ITS A DAMN SHAME
GETTING KILLED IN YO PLACE
NOW THE NEXT TENANTS
WILL HAVE TO CLEAN THE STAINS

WASH THE BLOOD OFF
NO MR. CLEAN
OXYCONTIN AND PROMETHAZINE
“I don’t pop pills it just goes with the theme”
BUT IM ROLLIN IN THIS BITCH
LIKE I JUST POPPED A BEAN
AYE
GOTTA HEADSHOT, SNIPER IN THE PARKING LOT
FEELING LIKE IM MERCY RESURRECTING WIT THE DEAD SHOT
WOAHHHH
FROM FLORIDA DOWN TO TEXAS UP TO JERSEY THEN TO CALI
CHARLOTTE TO RHODE ISLAND FINNA TAKE OVER THE GLOBEEE

(BRIDGE)
MAD YAX
ALL BLACK FIT WHEN I STEP IN THE ROOM
MUHFUCKAS NOTICE AND MUHFUCKAS MOVE
CAME FROM THE STOMACH, YOU CAME FROM THE WOMB
YOU WAS BORN PUSSY I AINT NOTHIN LIKE YOU

(HOOK)
I DONT SLANG DOPE
ID RATHER STAY HOME AND SMOKE
GOTTA GAME TWEEN MY LIPS
N LIKE 3 MORE ROLLED
BURY YOU IN DIFFERENT AREAS
N SCATTER THE BONES
LOOKING FOR ALL THE PIECES
MAKE THE PD LOSE HOPE

(VERSE 2)
CHOPPA REVVIN UP
SHIT GET POPPIN LIKE A TAILPIPE
ME N VAL HOPPED OUT
WE JUMPED EM AT THE RED LIGHT
CAUGHT EM IN HIS CRIB HE WAS COZY IT WAS MIDNIGHT
XAN’s AT THE GUCCI STORE TRYNA GET HIS DRIP RIGHT
STINKS DRINKIN FORTYS OF THAT PISS FLAVORED SHIT
YAXTZEE GOIN CRAZY WRAP THAT BITCH
IN 5 PERCENTS
PUT THE MUZZLE TO HIS MOUTH GOT EM TALKIN WITTA LISP
SHOOT HIS FEET N LET EM WALK IT OUT
LEFT EM WITTA LIMP

C - SECTiON <PROD. KiRK>

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[LYRICS]
yall never seen nothing like it
white boy talking his shit on a mic
you wanna fight?
lemme go take of my ice, before i swing and then knock out his lights
went and got money i tried it
now ive been hopping on all of these flights
bitch its on sight
catch me outside at night, he finna die alright
now pray for ya bro
no need to go the the store cause im always on go
got shit in my coat
i keep some bullets to throw, he took 1 to the throat, cause hes moving too slow
went down the wrong road
ricky might make it home if he can learn how to shoot like a pro in the paint
buss out the K
spraying in circles until the whole populous lay

been on my grind like im tony hawk
you aint got a strap thats just a phony walk
catch you home alone like macaulay culk
hit the lick clean then we scatter off
if the bitch bad then we skip the talk
then kick her out cause she aint giving top
every track you drop a flop
too bad you cant hang its nice at the top

like why they all suck?
who in the fuck gave a mic to this man?
slide to his show just too shoot up the stands
nobody died cause nobodys a fan
how you online with a tool in ur hand?
go and find out where you stay and have you dead before i land
and we boutta bloody the sand, dont step outside unless you gon bring a tan

yeah this strap is real its not cake
in the end its you thats getting baked
icing on my wrist look like a lake
getting paid, deposit to the bank
bitch you is the ops you fucking fake
by ur face i tell you talk to jakes
when i catch em i wont hit the breaks
wont arrest me i cant catch a case

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EVERYTHING BURNS [PROD. RAJASTE] (lyrics in desc.)

#ABURR1DO M3 V0Y

pull up
mad as hell i hate this fucking place
4g on my waste I send that pussy to his grave
okay my ex a fucking thot i told that bitch move out my way
I got these ropes around my neck so kick the chair and watch me sway

Sway

tell it sell it muh fucka then chop off the roof 
crank it n skert it n buy it then we gotta zoom
raid it n snatch it n bag it then you gotta move 
pack up n load it n light it then he gotta snooze

bitch i'm fucked up like typo hoe not important that bitch be a side note
dick like the horn of a rhino deep in that bitch till her muh fucken eyes role
doing this shit with my eyes closed boy I got shit that will blast in a silo
cutting his shit watch him muhfucken die slow leaving his body in the back of a bi lo

clap on clap off hit that bitch raw now her man singing them sad songs
wax on wax off wax on wax off fist put a crack in the asphalt
ticktock ticktock check my wrist watch I ain't got time for no pish posh
bitch im pissed off get yo shit rocked pussy mutha fucka you can get yo shit  tossed

MyGothBitchCameWithAGlock (prod. PLURBS)

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[VERSE I: YUNG PLAGUE]

straight out of hell
ring the bells
plague is here to stay
roaches and locust they cover me
no halo hovering
follow me in your grave
ain't got no patek because i'll be here until the end of fucking time
thy kingdom come, thy will be done
and still you wonder who am i?
i am the devil's son borned and raised
preaching $UICIDE
googly eyes
tell me more
okay
praise the fucking devil
god can suck my dick
i scorch the plains
making mountains crumble
glaciers melting
oceans swelling
i'm lord of the flames
wait a fucking minute i got more to say
threatening swordplay
some would say nay because the tip of my swrod blade is dipped in chlordane
yung pague breaking fortes
scarecrow in the corn maze
haunting board games
for war we pray
plague is cold in norway
hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains
for war we pray
7th ward the grey
for war we pray

[VERSE II: LIL CHOPPA]

death is inevitable
the fucking scarecrow
walking on his tip toes on your blood stained wood floor
you know mr. typical
hearing the fucking voices through my window
begging to be dead
but no worries
just like chucky, cut throat got the blade and the knife
may thy rise for the yung christ
never even died
my father has forsaken i
i'm still $UICIDE until i die
it's an eye for an eye
speaking of I
I... (someone help me out)
I see the reaper having a busy season
it's getting harder to watch from the bleachers
the father of evil like Knievel
ruby and i stay jumping over people
xanax eating
close to lethal
cigarette breathing
junkie used to needles
so i grew up a fuck up
load the nine up
my time's up

I Want to Die In New Orleans

10,000 DEGREES

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ft. @deadbeatvillains
LYRICS
"snowman"
i aint got no spoon in my mouth
bitch i came from the dirt
and my bitch ass phat
ya i fuck her till she hurt
if that bitch dont got no worth
then knock her out with her purse
put them titties on my neck
bitch go on do yo work

bitch im speed racin from the fuckin 5.0
if you name droppin well shit you might die hoe
southside fuckin raised
got no fuckin brakes
don't even fuckin plot
leave yo ass lookin dazed

i got a goth bitch screamin inna moshpit
one up top pussy boy you get robbed bitch
im on my fly shit gevinchi with them robbins
s489 yuhhh bitch im pill poppin

"DEADBEATVILLAIN"
i dont trust a bitch
and i dont give a second chance
40 in my pants make a pussy fuckin dance
pop a couple xans i got blood up on my hands
i dont know what happened man you fuckin up the plan

"lil lucifer"
i aint got no spoon in my mouth
bitch i came from the dirt
and my bitch ass phat
ya i fuck her till she hurt
if that bitch dont got no worth
then knock her out with her purse
put them titties on my neck
bitch go on do yo work

bitch im speed racin from the fuckin 5.0
if you name droppin well shit you might die hoe
southside fuckin raised
got no fuckin brakes
don't even fuckin plot
leave yo ass lookin dazed

"DEADBEATVILLAIN"
bitch i've been a druggie yea drugs and they on me
got the strap on me im the army
none of ya'll pussies here can harm me 
lil weapon in my hand can't disarm me 

man im fucking swarming with my army 
yo bitch why she all up on me
playing games it ain't atari
bitch i'm wild no safari

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DEATH WISH FT. DEADBEATVILLAIN (PROD. LONGLOST)

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[HOOK]
Wet up yo block we gon turn it to a cemetery
Rolling 50 deep got us looking like the military 
All our chains hitting, so cold like its Ben and Jerry's
Demon in the night, better not say Bloody Mary
Hit it from the back! Cause she want it in her guts
Free all my brothers they dont need to be in cuffs
Put a price on yo head then my brothers come and buss
Hollows lookin like a shooting star better duck

[Verse 1]
Hitting shit out of the park like I play for the Mets
put a ripple on top of yo head wave check
Yuh, i look like tree how i keep all these sticks
we gon wet up yo block till he turn to a fish

when im loading the drac put in 7.62
if ya boy talking funny we'll hit his ass too
pull up the addy we know where you stay
if you talkin that reckless we gon end yo day

Keep a piece in the booth if you run up on my session
I aint fuckin with quesions send his ass straight to heaven
i got Kashi in the back and i know he's pocket checking
You aint getting in with shit and if you try you'll need a blessing

[Bridge]
Wet up yo block, yuh
wet up yo block, yuh yuh 
wet up yo block, yuh yuh

[Hook Repeats]

[Bridge 2]
No disrespect to you OG's (Huh,Yuh)
We just on new shit (New shit)
No disrespect to you rappers (Rappers)
But you got fake drip (Fake Drip)
Man i see you in my DM's and you always throwing shade
You a fuckin nobody and you think that im afraid 
Imma keep talking shit until you put me in my place
Im a skinny white boy but i can still give a fade, BITCH

[Verse 2]
WELCOME TO THE SHOW, MOTHERFUCKERS CALL ME SLICK RICK
I AQUIRED ALL THE NAMES THEN PUT THEM ON MY HIT LIST
WATCHING BODIES DROP MAN I THINK THAT IM ADDICTED
SHOT HIM OUT THE EARTH, ANOTHER WAY TO GET LIFTED

STEP THE FUCK BACK, PLEASE DONT GET CLOSE BECUASE I BRING THE HEAT
MY AR GOT THAT KICKBACK LEAVING BODIES ALL UP IN THE STREET
IM BRINGING ALL THE STATIC FUCK STITCHES WE GON LET EM LEAK
IM POSTED OUTSIDE WIT THAT TOOL WHILE ALL YOU DO IT TWEET

Toolie on my hip i might just buss it at yo fuckin homie,
Grip the heater so much ill have my homie buss it for me 
Took ya homie life and for me its just another trophy 
you cant even mourn cause we'll pop you at his ceremony

We do not gang, bang
but we will BANG, BANG
You do not gang, bang
Dont care what you claim-ing 

[Hook Repeats]

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Bloody Mary Freestyle [Prod. Shinyy]

SHOUTOUT FUCKING PCP

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prod. me 

i take my time w a cigeratte
been so bad with words lately that im concerned for my intelect
getting lost in the disconnect
do you mind if interject
rip my heart right out my chest and let me live as a sillouhete

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

my head hurts and im feelin this fuckin withdrawl
pins and needles feel my skin and its startin to crawl
hittin feet but i keep trippin i think that ill fall
kill my feelings im so sick of it all

im sorry psycho roots have built my roof
but im so far from you i cant know what to do
they told me fucking everything i always knew
so ima kill my voice and sing w .22s

shit been building up yeah
kill my feelins wit a pill n blunt 
yeah
voices screaming stupid pussy jump
yeah
so its kind a hard to give a fuck to give a fuck

life sucks
give no fucks
squash my brain with sand jugs
dare you one more fucking time to ask me why im acting up
daddy disappointed with my actions 
dont know what to say like fuck im sorry blah blah blah blah
brain imbalance kill me now bitch 

numbing myself down enough 
my stomachs full of cabernet
that rope and you a perfect pair
like screaming through a vocal tear

oh pcp sound edgy now
shut up brat ill pour epoxy down your throat
murder she wrote i gloat
as i leave you to rot

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KILL MY FEELINGS W/ PCP

No Evidence

No Evidence W/ LXXIV + TR3 (Prod. Mystxry)

Pockets looking heavy looking fat just like obese 
Looking for yo puss ass collecting all yo fees
Pull up yo baby tell that bitch get on her knees 
Give that bitch a choker put that lil bitch on a leash 
Pussy owe me money tell me where yo where abouts 
I don’t do no chasing Bitch this ain’t no cat and mouse 
If he sounding hesitant and I start having doubts 
Pull up with yo mommy and yo daddy in the house 

Baby got a fat ass
Doja cat hold me back 
Bitch gave me lil whiplash when she threw it back 
Honestly I be in the deep with the tech and it shred like Puranas
I’d like that check if it had some more commas
Tummy it rumble from all the lasagna 
lil Chinese bee bee show me chi chis that you got up on ya 

Zak bagans when I talk to these demons 
Hell kitty think I’m muh fucken dreaming 
Wipe Squads in this warzone got these big plates bitch I’m muh fucken beamin 

The weight from these diamonds are over capacity 
She getting real wet when she throw it back rapidly 
Hop on this shit and you do it so averagely 
I take the beat and I kill this shit happily

SQUAD WIPE (prod. 8oz.)

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