prod. PREZ SINATRA

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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]

LYRICS: 

banzai ! motherfuckers they talkin but will not
comply 
mother fuckers they steppin on to the wrong side
ima keep it a hunnid with you i won’t lie 
lul bitch i hope that you stepping out with your goodbyes 
i’m about to swallow my pride with no chase
mother fuckers always talk about shit that they can’t face 
ima keep a lul blade on me time to carve yo faith
and i don’t need the sympathy just to give you grace

i’m boutta fuck up the place, man i don't give a shit how i’m raising my hell again
anarchofuckhead i’m talking my shit and i’m right in this bitch with no elegance 
i’m boutta step in the scene like a god and i don’t give a fuck bout my arrogance
"i know you remember me", think i forgot who you is cuz i’m walkin with excellence

walk in this bitch man im walkin with resonance 
you suckin my dick for a piece of the relevance
don’t try to talk to me with no intelligence 
you fake till you make it you really be sellin it 

bitch im really bad to the bone, smoke by da pack , need da gas and cologne 
and i don’t give a fuck i’m alone , can’t stress a bitch she gon turn you to stone 
and i be really mad on my own, when he talk bout the shit that i do not condone
man that pussy really act like he grown, he be talkin his shit but can never act on his own
put a scar on his face i put the al in capone
i be takin my shot i put the chrome to his dome

i’m boutta fuck up the place, man i don't give a shit how i’m raising my hell again
anarchofuckhead i’m talking my shit and i’m right in this bitch with no elegance 
i’m boutta step in the scene like a god and i don’t give a fuck bout my arrogance
"i know you remember me", think i forgot who you is cuz i’m walkin with excellence

banzai ! motherfuckers they talkin but will not
comply 
mother fuckers they steppin on to the wrong side
ima keep it a hunnid with you i won’t lie 
lul bitch i hope that you stepping out with your goodbyes 
i’m about to swallow my pride with no chase
mother fuckers always talk about shit that they can’t face 
ima keep a lul blade on me time to carve yo faith
and i don’t need the sympathy just to give you grace

SPOTIFY

BANZAI ! (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM)

ACT 4 - Can't Let Go Prod. Tim Randolphe

DECOR

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geektread inscriptions:
no sleep 3 days throwin up every word like its bad food
jus wait it gets way worse fuk ur night up like bad news
retro told me not to hit this beat but i had to 
my bro tellin me to chill i said no 1 asked u
my boy can tell that im geekin i said cant get nothin past u >_>
i think he the 1 tweakin he just said i miss the past u
i said ones clearly better than the other like jack u (DIPLO FOUND DEAD BY SUICIDE)
been moved on but how u let that new loser crack u ? 
bite a pill like a hi chew 
i wish i didnt care about the ppl i always lie to 
hol up i need to chill mental healthcare in the bathroom 
i knew shitd get real i didnt think itd b that soon 
thought he was smart but he made a real bad bad move
i love bad bad but that not my not my issue 
3 chainz my armour do the math 1 + 2
555
did it to urself how the fuk u gon cry ? 
300mg i think ima fukkin die 
got me sick like im at the fair steppin off a ride 
chew a pill in YYZ then i blackout in the sky 
on da plane like that fool is NOT real who tf is that guy ?
playin it cool cuz customs lookin me in the eye 
eyes low but i look the same cuz im always fried 
i i i i i i i i i i i im a a always friiieeeed
born wit the goyard bags under my ey ey eyess 
lil faggot wit sum bands give a fuk about a price 
shit jus get worse all the time but thats life 
black kray said we all souljas we gon fly 
19 when i heard that shit it changed my life 
always thought id never b shit but lately i think i might 
aint even see theres still some beat left o shit 
aint been drinking water theres a strange colour to my piss 
moh Baretta kinda look like my bro chris 
ion even think that fools name is even Chris
why tf do he be telling ppl that hes chris ?
think ima vogue out this function ima dip 
shout out to my other homie also name chris 
kratom cup nasty i aint got no tris 
but it still kinda smack me 
like Rico nasty did to that bitch 
i thank God im not wack 
cuz my dad is a snitch 
and his dads the police 
and my grandmas a bitch 
but not the dead one she was chill as shit 
my whole family think im weird as shit 
and like all my friends think im weird as shit 
but they all fw me cuz im fly as shit 
and i gotta get high just to talk my shit 
and i walk like a faggot but im pretty like a bitch 
i cant let the beat breathe cuz the pill just hit
feel like i cant breathe think i need a medkit 
they always think its a joke but i rly meant it 
told that boy to make me choke i wont say the rest of it

YYZ (rretroactively)

DEMON MODE+++ (Prod. Dutchman)

30 30 on me red dead
cowboy shootin at these ops till the dirt red
i dont give a fuck about no bitch and what the fuck she said 
line em up chop em down give me all the fucken bread

sks with the scope took the whole gang
bitch i might pop out and my choppa about that whole grain
Whip out fucken dick and bustin up on her whole face 
My mind is a lil cloudy while fucken on her damn waste 

i like bitches with cuts on their wrist
dead roses and black lipstick
eyes wine back and tatts on her titts 
she likes switchblades and blood when it drips

pull up hop out the whip with my bitch
thirteen hundred the gliss on my wirst
please don't run boy cause shit i dont miss
ass so fat that she drained all my kids

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW

RedDead (Prod. Y$57)

TheresALeechInMyBoot (prod. tyler creed)

(lyrics)
I smoke green so i am healthy
my shit pure white like a bitch named Shelby 
shoot my own face like i'm trying take a selfie
i finna rob a bitch and the bitch hella wealthy
lying through your teeth if you said you really felt me
a pussy got a problem but i bet he won't tell me
wearing all black with the blade so stealthy
heat to ya head got a mother fucker melting

i'm so sick of fucking up so on my mama ima get it right
thinking bout these thought i fucking hate like every single night
swinging at these demons and i never seem to win the fight
tie this noose around my neck and make sure it is very tight
hate these fucking people when it's people i don't have a type
yea i love my bitches all my bitches get the fucking pipe
ima swing my sword and cut a bitch up like i'm Meta Knight
yea i keep that metal on me yo bitch thought she met a knight
yea i keep that metal on me yo bitch thought she met a knight

bitch i'm fucking stupid bitch im going dumb
and i don't need a strap to make a pussy run
and i ain't scared to die i'm looking down a gun
i might just beat your ass i do that shit for fun
bitch yung deadbeat pull up with the blaster
ima grab yo head and shove that shit through some plaster
all you do is talk you a fucking sports caster
still in the field with the steel for you rappers
damn i feel like i'm a Pokemon master
i'm with your bitch and that pussy gets captured 
this world is dead so i just bring the rapture
not dropping knowledge and giving you answers 
all of you sheep in this world been the cancer 
bitch you can't skate and you rocking some thrasher
don't kill yourself let me come kill you faster

ACT 4 - Can't Let Go Prod. Tim Randolphe

Kamiyada+