prod.  by saint urya 


lyrics 



Don’t you get it bitch 
I won’t surrender bitch 
You got me tense amongst   
all this torment in flux 
Bitch you’re dense as fuck
I get the sense I’m buck 
Set it, set it, set it off 
Till then, better luck 

Figure these riddles awry 
Reflect official declines 
A figurative sign, think it’s so simple 
Signal the cynical side of my mind 
To arise 
This time, I dont plan on backing down 
All of these fuckers are actors now 
Don’t box me in bitch, no paqioua 
Shatter the fragment till facts are found 
Pass all the tests 
Bitch, No cap & gown 
I could not have this now 
Motherfuckers love to count me out 
Count it down 
It’s about time that you drown the doubt 
It’s about time that I found a route 
To happiness
how could this Happen
Shit shatters 
I had a wish 
rattle the catalyst 
Sadder & madder 
My attitude 
Staggers a tad bit, I had the truth 
Glued to my tragedies after you 
I hope this shit doesn’t flatter you 
This ain’t about you 
But gathered through 
The pain of my realizations 
The feeling to face this
it’s  shameless 
but I will be fine just as long as I take this 
Medicine, sedative, evidence 
For when I die, they’ll remember this 
I cannot lie, that shits evident 
Said so much, maybe regretted it 
Hated them, fuck what they said again  
Guess I am set to sin
So damn unsettling, next to kin  
Sentiments lead to destruction and doom 
like constructing these tunes 
Give a fuck what you do anymore 
it’s been proven to bruise our rapport 
sore 

Don’t you get it bitch 
I won’t surrender bitch 
You got me tense amongst   
all this torment in flux 
Bitch you’re dense as fuck
I get the sense I’m buck 
Set it, set it, set it off 
Till then, better luck 



A hundred and one ways to fuck my shit up 
I covered my dumb face
I covet your Love 
Tough luck, just buck up 
i drum up the courage to come up 
i strum up with some trust
and faith till the suns up
enough what i need and desire to crush ya 
i’m tired, i’m wired, i’m fired the fuck up 
in dire need of a supplier of hope 
a messiah inspire a fire
and stroke of enlightenment 
hide inside lies like a cloak 
your entitlement rises and blinds
cause the smoke in your eyes 
tends to rise when you try to uphold 
any pride again, time again 
tides are inclined to invite again 
but for now it is too dangerous to try again 
like the abyss, you could find me in 

 Don’t you get it bitch 
I won’t surrender bitch 
You got me tense amongst   
all this torment in flux 
Bitch you’re dense as fuck
I get the sense I’m buck 
Set it, set it, set it off 
Till then, better luck

r0t. 1n. h3ll

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by frosttt

Cover Artwork: by: https://www.instagram.com/phonk.art/

(Lyrics)

take your life in the worst way 
Cock it back aim it at your face then I let it bang
Ay ay you think you bad I’m saying no way
I can’t hear the bullshit can somebody help me translate (x2)

I was on my last breathe
Now I’m past tense
I’m was on my ass then 
No we’re passed that and
I don’t give a fuck
 I can’t give a fuck
About you or your bucks 
You stupid fuck
Know You talk too much
Turn your ass to dust 
Like hey what’s up

Ay ay
Ay ay, like hey what’s up (x2)

take your life in the worst way 
Cock it back aim it at your face then I let it bang
Ay ay you think you bad I’m saying no way
I can’t hear the bullshit can somebody help me translate (x2)

LET’S PLAY [PROD. FROSTTT]

Waste of Breath w/ HOLLOW MIND (Prod. ABXMINVTIXN X HELLI$H)

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz

PALMS

CAP'N COOK FT. PYRXCRIED (PROD. OMXNEMO)

9history.m4a

@killebov
3/3 THROE II EP
⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓
twitter.com/sleepy_epsyle

epsyle + kill ebola - scars

Celebrate your birth that’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard
Ima celebrate your dirt with my piss when you´re dead
Suck a giant bag of dicks
No one likes your fucking shit
You don’t wanna get me pissed I’ll have your bladder leaking blood bitch
Ima stabbed my dick right up you cunt
Ima butcher right up through your guts
Understanding of this blood
And what it means to be fucked
Cuz this is not a game anymore 

this is the war
This is blood this is Death, death to scum
This is war this is blood this is guts eat my brains up
X2
Eat my brains eat my brains understanding of my pain 
eat my brains eat my brains
Eat my fucking brains up bitch

EAT MY BRAINS (PROD.KAREGI)

Feature and Art: https://soundcloud.com/c3of
Production: https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida2

Lyrics:

Fenrir: 
Load the pistol 
Smoking crystal 
Artificial
This shit simple
Feeling blissful when im shooting the glock 
Pop your top as im simply stroking my cock

Spitting on your fucking grave
A lame with the same name 
Shooting up the mainframe 
I dont play no fair game
Bitch boy used toy tripping like a decoy 
Sip soy no joy all i do is destroy

Kick this shit off in a fucking spin off
Lick my cum up before i let your mom suck

Killem all let em fall smash my head right through a wall
Fuck it going awol addicted to the alcohol

Chorus:

Fuck off 
Fuck cops 
Fuck off 
Murder your whole gang when im locked in with the red dot

Papa Sleep:

Cadillac dripping with that candy paint swinging back and forth
Picking up another 40 going to the liquor store
Hydraulics on dash board rolling all the chronic
Homie got debt he ain't honest
Dead on the floor guess he got it
Homie got the glock with the red dot so he gotta pop it
Wear a bulletproof vest to my job milly rock on an outline made of chalk

GET UP
GET FUCKED
GIVE UP
IM DONE
You dont bite the hand that bleeds you
Couple grand I dont need to feed you
Stash the welfare check with the weed plants and I'm gone

Red Dot

Fuck Off Ft. Papa Sleep (Prod. Deviljin x Fenrir)

This the first song from an norwegian EP comming out!

Feature: https://soundcloud.com/ungebanos
Cover: https://soundcloud.com/c3of
Saikik: https://soundcloud.com/saikikbeats

Lyrics:

Hook

Eyy isje gidd å vent på meg
Du må gå din egen vei
Du må bare stikke og isje prøv å hente meg.

Unge banos

Sjønnar isje kordan vann blir til is
Sjønnar isje korfor alt må ha en pris
Lager regler eg isje klarer å følge
Når eg fockar opp kan du kalle meg knut jølle

Eg gjør mye rart for å føle meg normal
Men den skulderen du gir meg e jo alt for kald
Bader i det vannet som de andre bare drukner i 
Tenner fyr på hjerter og du klarer isje slukne de

Du må skjønne du e bedre enn vi var før
Eg e den samme det vet du bedre enn eg gjør
Kor ble det av deg plis bare la meg
Lar deg løpe videre for du har løpt i fra meg

Fenrir

Flexer i en taxi som en sint moikaner 
Bruker alltid kikkert når eg sitter og spaner
Svetter altfor heavy som en kis fra uganda
Synet mitt e svart hvitt som en svensk panda

Lattis kick i sjelen og eg hater på den melen
Eg Spytter som en lama mens eg stirrer på kamalen

Frekk i kjeften tjommi 
For du vetsje ka d går i
Eg Snakker mye drit og eg sier aldri sorry
Melodi gram prix skal eg være med på
Flekker opp en fing mens hele EU ser på
No har eg blitt blind ser ikke ka eg går på 
Eg skal bli legit mens hele gjengen står på

CAP'N COOK FT. PYRXCRIED (PROD. OMXNEMO)

☆Y$57☆

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