Grease Goblins w/ Pmill

~Trash Goblins Lyrics~
prod. Txmmy Beats

Pmill:
*hook*
I be with the gang and we gon fine dine
I be with this thang and yea she fine fine
Never let your jersey hang, bitch
Sitting hindsight, get your mind right
Get your mind right

Ke:
-verse-
Girl u know us yea we just a couple trash goblins
With the pack cause they won’t let me keep a strap on me
Heard enough if all your lavish back talking
Got the Snapback aiming where the hawks watching
And my tops off soon as all the thots gawking
Keep the pot stocked, cops won’t let me puff none it

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo all of em

That means fuck em
I ain’t know em
None em cousins
But the hustle
Pushing tougher
Never bluffin
Less its sumn get me in trouble
Ain’t a gunner
Just a stunner
Since the kid popped out the gutter
Ain’t been thuggin
I just bug em
With these subtle
Intruductions
Gettin money
Make it double
I been huffin on these colors
Gettin dumber by the duffel
Baby tummy getting growing
We stay popping like some bubbles
Why she top me off for supper
And she tell me that its Yummy
Why u think i made u honey, honey

*hook*

Pmill:
-verse-
I asked my og can yu break like half for me 
so I can give back to the ones and tax money 
so I can pimp out these hoes and they can brag for me 
bring it back to me, so I can keep them racks comin 
come back home to the rig and stashed honey 

fuck around and brought the food in 
commissary for my brother in institution 
smelling musty from hustling don't get no confusion 
see thru they acts like I'm superman peeping ass like that shi translucent 
don't need ya two sense if u can't move shi 
Yu not the crew bitch and we be getting rich it's in the blue prints. 

Ke:
-verse-
Couple goonies,
Couldnt keep me in the looney bin
Still a student even when u think im losing it
Been influenced by the shooters and the hooligans
Eating tuna next to judas and the
Bad bilingual cuban bitch
Facing scrutiny and mooning it

*hook*


Cops > Prosecutors > malicious criminals

Trash Goblins w/ Pmill (prod. txmmy)

“Circumstance” Lyrics

Pmill:

This is a place 

Who can't realate 

No need to wait 

If life is jus to reanimate 

Then what's it like when ya casket is in the grave 

Make sure that everything locked in the safe 

N make sure ya family don't stay in pain 

don't frait 

 Don't shake 

Jus stop u don't need to hyperventilate 

Baby jus look up at space n take a breath n embrace everything w a change 

Cuz we all on the same chase 

And remember people that this is jus a place 

This is a place (x2) 

I've been w all different kinds of races and nationalities 

An occasionally everyone has rationality 

N atleast everybody comes from a dad atleast 

N majority never were mad at me 

But when the evil lurking on the other side it can be saddening 

 Years n generations pass on by

Why people turn to sheep get hypnotized 

Consuming and dont realize 

That's why I had to cut ties 

The manipulation and lies

Everyone has an eye for success

Wake up n try do their best  

Talking shit to attest 

We often end up a mess 

Cuz they stuck in they debt 

Never getting no rest 

Want us to work our death 

That's why we pray and we bless 

My mind filled w the stress 

Cuz people missing the message and never counting they blessing 

We In the same place don't know where we heading. 

(Hook)

Ke:

I was homeless was starving 
Covered in water lips parched
Aint asking no special favors for artist 
Aint even gives me time to reach for my wallet 
I guess I thought you would have catered to all of whoever never hurt. No one also my phone was dead. Walked for miles finally had gotten a second that I could reach for my charger. 
You must’ve made a call how quickly cops pulling up and pulled me out there. Left my missing comic book only copy I had written that means one of one
And as for damages, there ain’t no amount of dollars that could pay for my art 
Could call that narcissism crazy or whatever you’d call it
But that ain’t no way you treat a human being regardless
I’ll let you take it up with God and the men with no hearts in them
What goes around comes around
Because it come around 

Behind the shame and the pain
Same face through the age

I ain’t ever done hard drugs,
Except under a bridge once
And i didnt even feel it man whatever it was

All I got are victimless offenses

Never hurt a thing not even the fences
I just reach for your senses
I ain’t even ask for consensus
But you told me that anyway

[muddy] Circumstance w/ Pmill (prod. NuhuBeats)

~Life Lyrics~

Pmill:
It goes like this 
Tryna live my life no complications (
 Id like to take a risk no hesitation 
Maybe go take a vacation 
Hire a double use em as my replacement 
Make him tik tok famous acting like he can say shi 
Who am I kidding there is no replacement 
This jus a reclamation 

Ain't it a bitch how relative 
Can play w u behind ya back n stab u w a shiv 
But God forgive , went head div in , let dividends be dividends 
Upset cuz I'll outlive, everything you did, so combative 

I'm not really mad bitch 
Yu in the back like my adlibs 
I got talent attached to my ribs 
N tendency to never miss 
N Lilith still tryna get a piece  of this 
But rather be w eve in paradise w my kids 
In the northern lights, somewhere off the grid 
Paid from my phone right when the notification hits 
I like my work n my girls separated 
Home life don't go good w work if u want ya world elevated 
Don't want too many in my circle anyway, might end up incarcerated 
Those people are not ya obligation 
Topic of conversation is concentration 
Sit back n watch a compilation of my life n have confirmation that I'm on top of the nation n how my life turned out so amazing.
I'm tired of waiting

Life…

Ke:
Even at the end of the road i see a light from the beginning the tunnel
Ain’t no touching my conviction and hustle
Been times waa troubled, some had want to see my blood on the rubble from getting pummeled.
Stead God brought me cuddles from muggles, least for the time being, start to see how it be achilles been made from a woman
Im holding on to what’s coming,
Took some time to learn not press all the buttons i got in front me,
When sight is hind it always makes a whole lot more sense how i fucked up, but tough luck for young buck, 
Been trucked and been cucked
Been stuck and been ducked

Make the purest heart within man 
Miss a chance forget to dance
When all u have to answer yourself 
Better lift your lil ass by the belt
And keep it running
Guess I fell in love with the struggle,
In love with the rubble,
That was some i built now prepared for better

I sent her my letters, it ain’t gone change what been said her before,
Everything within my power to sustain not destroy
Repairing the joints, the gears turning the joy, got me wishing i could gift this reward

Left her feeling like her emotions were toyed, I just wanted know the depths of her core,
This is something since been learning avoid,
I can see it in the way she supports, there for me when all around us is noise,
Telling her to flee from the boy,
Knows there’s something in me to be adored

Life ft. Pmill (Prod. Syreno)

~Massacre Lyrics~

Ke:
Cut it wirh the cap cap
I just want my sack back
Throw it in the backpack

Pull up with the rat pack
I aint want her back jack
Bitch was just a lap dance
I could get your pack whacked
Then i fuck your past ass
Hit it from the back back
Still remembered what you had had
Now she gon forget that
Wonder where the Dicks at
i just sent her Pics back
I be with her friend cass

Bitch im selling knick knacks
Hold your breath of eat a tik tak
On the real your bitch whaxk
I Aineen wanna hit that
Not even a mismatch
You may wanna life that
Sign a paper wife that
Keep her off the bike rack
None us gonna bite that

Man Ill lay my life on the mic,
With your right like,
Who would ever cite kike,
Jesus Christ, your piped dyke
Ain’t wanna but i might fight,
Dirty like the spiked knife
Ripping through your tight white
Cut it with a bright scythe 
Blinded for you die twice
 
Pmill:

bitch I'm so woke
 tired of fake folks 
I'm jus tryna shake folks 
Bitch still want be eloped 
Broke up w an envelope  
She jus wanna chill guy 
Cuz her fuckin bills high  
On the real imma get mines 
Ion take shit advice 
You have been advised 
Y'all can get penalized 
If u wanna feel me right   
Got ya fuckin panties tight 
Get it out ya ass and fight 
Money only thing that I see 
Jus know thats how it gon be 
Phoney ass wanna be me 
Just a wannabe me  
Yu a side kick to me 
Sum like x-man w/ jubilee 
You the next man, like who is he 
I'm a asshole, I'm a douche 
Whatever to get to the top, like sugg
Don't fw no fruity dude, looking like fruity loops 
What I look like ? Food to you 
Just stay ya ass inside, cuz You know ya momma good to you  
We know this shit new to you 
Get ya ass spun like a mf hoola hoop  
Hard headed, won't change me 
Call the feds then they can get me 
W ya sister we get raunchy  
Matter fact whole album raunchy 
Eating good stomach on paunchy 
Dare a MF come n stop me

Ke:
*reprise*

Massacre ft. Pmill (prod. JustDan)

~Abyss Lyrics~

Ke:
-verse-
Brother I ain’t want it to end
Its this feeling freedom
I ain’t ever want it to leave
But we should go
You got a baby waiting for u at home
Thankful that her mama understanding our needs
This fueled creation, centered round this void in our spirits, a black hole, endless darkened abyss, we fill with tears of all the women should have left with a kiss

Impassioned meditations
Ambitions, fueled by fleshly yearning procreation
Desperate Innovation
Hope to make our lives more than a blink
Hope the pain inside’s destroyed with a drink
Rest in lost and lowly places,
Devil coughing up the tar I’m lonely craving
Smashed my guitar, threw it up to the stars
It’s fucking over you can fucking take it
Long night spent, doses up to the brain
Tongue out, geeking, floating up through the rain
I live in cartoon worlds, the imaginary paradise
where it rests within your own hands if any hero should die
Only fucking Limits set for myself in my mind

And i get tired, been times id treat the night like a day.
Pen to meet hand on the page
Closer to this land I escape
My potions medicate me,
Texas Corn Liquor xX
With some Cali Grapes
We gon be some greats

Pmill:
-verse-
Bars, clever and impactful lyrics 
Have to hear it had to be near it  
Sad, fearing, and endearing  
Bro got same flow like we mirroring 
Listen to it while I'm steering 
Might jus end up even tearing 
Keep it strong like I'm jirren  
Cuz I got responsibilities at home 
But what u think I do this for (fo) 
Trash Goblinz w a knome 
Who would of known 
It help me grow 
Creation like a diety, this pen is my child 
Perform overcome anxiety, it ain't no boring n mild 
I'll admit that society, can be a bit wild 
Maybe my variety, can reconcile 
Or maybe noterity, can help me get it off this tile 
I been writing for awhile 
Back when my brother n D would record on audacity.  
So everyday after that is what inspired me  
To be a composer, hopefully someone will hire me 
Cuz Ian got no plans of ever retiring  
They jus don't understand, what I'm inquiring  
Ask my guardians keep an eye on me 
I jus hope this music don't die on me  
On to the next one (x2)

Ke:
-verse-
And it never ends these pencils glimpse to forever the bitter rhythms of my unforgettable heavens, heart can get colder than a bitch in her 7, feel the same way when I ain’t sad enough to cry her a river, the anger takes the pain, ask any every one of them, nothing she could do would make me take a fist let it hit her

Im the crippled forgetter
The abysmal delivered
The been tripping in sin since I was young enough to piss in the litter
On the planet where the kittens get bigger
If u want it bad enough
quittin ain’t a word within a mission where success is the finish

Abyss ft. Pmill (prod. Vince Beats)

~Mad Dawg Lyrics~

Ke:
She aint even want for me to leave but started bluffing, how i knew cause she was rubbing on my junk and started huffing
In my ear lobe she was humming
Little sorry little nothings
When i hit it won’t be done with her
We both know it was something
Way she hoping for some youngins
Let me come up in her muffin
I be stunting on the others right in front of her, she love it,
Hold it up still right in front of her it reaching for her stomach
x2

Pmill:
Mad dawg/ Yu mad dawg 
Had to get it out the streets like mad dawg 
Hustling every week had to blast off 
Blast off  
Working on my shot got great form 
So many sticks look like gay porn 
Miles ahead I can't wait for him 
Gave him free game now he stay torn 
Shoulda stayed solid stuck taking a day course 
How u still hating we balled on the same courts  
We was them homies matching a force 
Now u a nut like an acorn   
Switch flow)  
Stacking this shit til the day that i drop  
Packing this hit hope it don't make me flop 
Acting for a hoe but don't call me LeBron 
Had me sum hope w this magic lil wand 
Gave me the game n I ran w a batton  
Doin my thing don't care what u be on 
Said u my friend but no time to bond 
We is not fond 
Counting my share while I sit on the John   
Yu mad dawg 
Yu last dawg 
N u too late like the last call 
N I just ate this is fast ball 
N u upset cuz I hate y'all 
N I'm up yea cuz Ian y'all  
Cuz I blast off yeah I take off 
Yo crew pressed cuz they stationed off 
N we A1 like steak sauce 
(Hook)

Ke:
-verse-

Mad Dawg ft. Pmill (prod. SEIYO)

~Trench Lyrics~ *Dark*

Pmill:
On God I'm so raw let's play a game of saw n see which one of y'all can make it to the end of fall 
cuz I'm coming for the belt they burning books off of shelves,  cuz they scared that they compelled that my rhymes will sell 
Morphing to narks, what a journey to embark, performing to hit they mark, pussy ass informant play his part , ballin like a bitch call him Kaitlyn Clark.
I'm the type to tear em all apart 
Fuckin break the printer man n play w all these Benjamins stick 2 that regimen, while these haters sweet like cinnamon, talking bout they kill a man, ion feel that man, a different specimen, don't agree with ya sentiment acting like women man, so damn feminine, I'm feeling the tension, so imma be genuine, hanging w the gentleman, dressed in black ready to peel a man take Yu out like krillin yeah. 
N make a John wick type of exit out of the building 
Murdered in any category, keep it a buck keep it cordially, point me to the final 4 pls, so many body's on a verse look like a orgy, music warrior it gets Gorey, call ur lawyer can do nun 4 ya cuz I'm murkin the ones before me, line up the memorial take the body to socoya didn't have enough arsenal should've checked his inventory. 
Guess y'all forgot to inform he that shit get stormy, when u ignore me y'all restore me then my powers support me w my boom bap flow so errorless cuz I travel in a delorian 
Play w these boys like an accordion
Asking me where they organs is 
I'm fuckin bored of them

Ke:
Cherokee employer
Peace pipe can’t afford it
Agree these white men still annoying
Drink my piss like it’s anointed
Toying with these boys
I share my whorish shmorgageborg emporium
I grab my bottle and im pouring it
Kentucky bourbon, my blood oranges
Imported northern Oregon, where kurt began his touring binge
Exported it to Florence where them dorks were singing floyd again
Boy been courted storied fibs, a joining of abortages, report was spoiled, foliage
Abhorrent, toiled parliaments, enjoyed my bend of cartilage
can’t let them find the heart of it, they’d like it too much harlequin
The farthest from their armaments, I frolic in my cardigan, singing songs of martyrdom, all praises to the God above, don’t make me eat your tonsils out,
keep my asshole tight as condoms if they’re on my cock when hardened, filled the trojan horses with magnums, johnny depp a bottle after In her pussy, could’ve grabbed it, I had pockets in my jacket, but the plane might fly a little faster, george bush piloting to athens, lost Jerusalem to madness, Jews bought apples full of pathogens and passed them to Muhammad, he declined their thoughtful offer built an orchard through the forest so they carted them to catholics, who indulged in deeper problems for too long to notice harbor, that’s when baptists took their action and harassed the jewish authors, begged for passion to be cast to them, cause of knowledge of their doctrine, 
But the bastards with no ration for a fruit or hope at all for any soup to meet their acid, stead grew cash where none exacted and 
The coup was said and done
While crusades blew on for masses
They would laugh and keep on ashing
Their tobacco and their runts
While aladdin lives extravagant with wishes in his bag to keep, the cash for all his habits just gets passed to seething mutts who work their ass off for the rabbits who could care less to give them cuts, and the cabinets empty, braggarts, prance about with plenty nuts to share to lasses who de-pants themself for fun, the imagined of the class who still provided all their funds, grew faster in their action to pursue the quickest buck, slowly catching up in batches of enactable to grunts, studied military strategy to get back what thought they owned, with the backing off the magistrate who turned their head to who they just, gifted patterns of their happenings allowing for a thrust to reach the captain of the talisman that caused all of their muck. Once imagined Regarded madness turned to actual w

Trench ft. Pmill (prod. pockethouse)

~Sometimes Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
I be living life sometimes xX

-verse-
On sight i address her like your highness
I was
Hoping for a night turn it into norhing more than a quick lifetime
I could be your lifeline
Lil dime i could be your light crime
Ain’t gone take what ain’t mine
But what you give i won’t rhyme
We could take a nice ride
Lil trip past sky line
We just a blip of our kind
I won’t fight what excites ya
Days end i still chase mind
Ill find inner likeness
Shine through grime
Pines living like us
No cold blue down
 No soul too drowned
Burned coal blew clouds
That u won’t shoot down
Old soul new town
Won’t fold, won’t crown
Any fucker think he living righteous
That ain’t like us,
Battle with the vipers, saddle up to gavels, 
Looking up above, don’t let em bury me im not done,
Every second breathing air up in this open world I’m getting closer
Freedom from reproach, i introduced a girl to a ghost and men ain’t heard me boast they cut me off before i toasted
All glory to the most all joy what inspoked us
Devil been close but we choke him like the force does,
Skywalking, high above the flies and the roaches
All I ever needed was some time to inspire like the Lord does,
They wanna put they knives in the eyes of the guys that im close to
Thats why we gotta slide when the fire getting bolstered,
We the type to make you die without a fight without a holster
All faith all grind, like the docs and the soldiers
Never doubt got a soul in him
*hook*

Pmill:
-verse-
Surround myself by sum bread winners 
Whatchu say to me u is jus a beginner 
Yu soft as fuck and u switching genders 
More kid then sum chicken tenders 
Make u my son u feeling tender  
Take out ya whole nation like imma fire  bender 
Yeah u try my bitch but u could never get her 
No matter all the money u tryna lend her 
Gang pull up on u like the avengers 
Ouu damn that's when shit got horrendous 
I'm fuckin stingy taking all yo binjis dont forget the Penny
I'm the type to go n sell a kidney 
Down to catch a body jus in case someone tryna top me 
Yu get beat like you Rodney 
W bitch n we bonding 
Wrapped her up in Versace 
Wearing a sheisty but never did nun grimey 
Don't fw that Cashapp so u Kno u gotta chime me 
Blowing in the air, smoking on that kamikaze 
Don't try to compare, bitch I'm dope with or without it 
It ain't fair, Yu too sweet like a brownie 
Cash on yo hair, turn yo ass to a bounty 
Yu a snitch straight to the county 
I'm too busy up in my climate. 
N all my business I'm minding 
We sit back n we reclining 
Plug hit my phone perfect timing. 
Purple punch help me unwind yea  
N the stars is where I'm climbing 
So if u wanna try me imma barber u getting lined up  
Ammunition like Arnold 
Make ya shit look like Donald 
I'm flyer then the damn cardinals 
U black n white like a bar code 
U drop the soap like where the bar go 
I'm packing ships like it's cargos  
Feeling like my life is narcos 
Hope Ion get caught we'll see how far I go
I love this lil weed like it's  my Christmas present  
Straight of the scale and smoke me lil veggie 
Hit it too hard u get u a lil resin 
I'm sitting here hanging w felons 
They quick to go bust ya melon  
They carrying lethal weapons   
Scratch that up off the schedule, no need to get together we Kno u ain't ready 
Jump off the stage like I'm Kevin, hope I don't break my damn neck man  
Made for this shi cuz I'm writing 9 -7 
Me n this mic a match made up in heaven
*Hook*

Ke:
-verse-
Ok so you ain’t know me, I let u know before you hold me there ain’t much about me holy
I’m the type to go expose you to a dangling expulsive from the formal ceremony,
Catch you nosey, got your nose,
Hold it high so you can’t poach it,
I be up when cattle roasting,
Never had been out with ranching
Still ain’t ever put it down,
Guess im boy without the cow
Northerners been asking bout the house
With a global share of doubts
They know ab the whiskey
They ain’t know about the town,
Only log up in the cabin this one I’m laying now
Got the leather…

Sometimes ft. Pmill (prod. 3am)

~MLK Lyrics~

Ke:
-verse-
Got to get this fear out me,
Gotta trust in Gods plan,
When it’s out of my control,
Know there’s something in his hands,
But it can’t be everything
God knows it ain’t everything
Created martin Luther king, may even been the one to go inspire mans dreams,
But you ask his wife I bet she went and said oh no it can’t be
All us free to achieve,
Be a light among the people, start a fire, just be,
There’s a time to agree, there’s a time to go grieve,
Never spite who can teach, never fight true peace.

When the kids turn to beasts
We need a priest in the streets
Where’s martin luther king when u need him?
We gotta sharpen up these schemes to agreement
Best interest every fucking people
*hook*
We the fucking people xX

Pmill:
Walking down the street w/ the man I became to be 
Who ain't made mistakes, then u can throw the stone at me 
Cant nobody do no wrong, all I'm noticing 
Ian really new to things 
It comes back like a boomerang 
Nobody but myself who to thank 
I guess that's just the truth to things 
So truthfully, salute to me
They wanna fued w me 
Ain't nobody rude as me 
So keep it coo w me 
Beauty and the beast 
Chilling w my life so damn beautifully 
Sitting here w these Cuban links 
Put that in my eulogy 
But today ain't the day I die 
I got connects like wifi 
Gotta journey time flies 
N Ill reach the hieights, all this fuckin hang time 
Dreams so long, Make reality into a sci-fi 

Somewhere I can kick my feet up 
No more cold got the heat up  
At night they wanna be us 
Cuz they jealous of the freedom 
N they mad cuz don't I need em 
I don't dap em when I meet em 
Cuz they wasn't down w us in the gutter 
Now we making hits , we only head hunters  
U try to diss and all we hear is a mutter
U keep on stutter 
Goblins coming up from under 
Cuz we ain't paid the toll to the troll  
Point this pole to his long nose  
Had his ears down, run in fear now, grease is here now. 

Balling jus like the pistons 
Long way from jumping them fences 
Fake friends had to distance 
 On a track and they listen 
Smoking on a joint n it be hitting 
Grinding out gears w precision

Ke:
*hook*
We the fucking people xX

Where’s martin luther king when u need him?
We gotta sharpen up these schemes to agreement
Best interest every fucking people
Best interest every fucking people
When the kids turn to beasts
We need a priest in the streets
Where’s martin luther king when u need him?

MLK ft. Pmill (prod. Ian James)

~Factory Lyrics~

Pmill:
Imaging a painting 
Dragging down all the rankings 
Goblins fighting dragons history in the making 
Scavenge around the nation 
Just for the confrontation 
Of competition im facing 
N play w them like play station, cuz I'm complacent 
Practicing therapeutic meditation just to grow 
Chillin every where I go, they oughhta know 
I was like, I'm by the bro, riding in a low, n we drove past the cove, for the load 
Jus acouple pirates looking for a trove  
Hearing sirens I'm booking it gotta go, adios 

Fuck look what we ran into, hop in the coupe, Don't drop the loot or imma crash like crash bandicoot 
Feeling driving me crazy feeling like imma bout to shoot. 
Man w a machine gun walking down the alley 
Making sure no other mc can surpass me 
No battle rappin or things get drastic I'll give em a casting 
Long way from trappin to get the cash in 
Now I'm way from all the cappin n laughing n back stabbing  
N mfs that envious of Penny's bruh n plotting on me like they Phineas 

Ke:

Ferb been silent since we pulled up with the rifles
Call my psycho im just rhyming with these typos
So many God damn notes in the phone, add em up to bout as long as that whole fucking bible
All this time i waste within a cycle
Praying to the Lord to conjure great arch angel michael
They say when piggies fly then its the time but imma dive off the high rise, whether not i hit the skies thats for God to decide

I been at the boat dock
Fishing for them gross carp
Smoking on that goat pot
Throw em back to juke box


Pmill:
Verse 2)  pressure weighing like an anvil, 
When I rap make em listen n wait like a standstill 
U try to rap can't think of things that they can feel 
Can't slow down  now, I can't yield, I'll pop a pain pill and break out of these chains made of steel  
Upgrade now on these lames, need sum milk drink up Mayfield 
Hall of shame let they head hang dont care how they feel 
They catching a stray ain't got they shield 
7 shots on a play, buddy heild, swear Ian got no chill 
Had to peel away skrt off like a hot wheel 
Come back home wife gotta fat ass n hot meal  
If she end up entangled then I am not will
Gotta homie he a signer but I am not deal 
If u do not know me then u are not real 
Packages goin n gone, move like the cartel 
Bag o' Xannys look like Christmas, how this bar feel ? 
Across the state just to get them Blues to Carolina like a tarheel

Ke:

Steam train don’t u question none the factory
All slain, lifted up, they gon come back to me, 

Climbing up the ladder,
Til the matter all spaced out to lateral
I been knownst to avenues,
Bored of them lets see what think the saturnlings
Bitch suck me off then batter me
Saw an ass and blamed my cataracts
Dick keep whispering to strategize
Slip the wisdom in the tragedy
I’ll admit it i stay stuck to gravity,
Incompetent got no idea whats fucking happening
And the magic profits on this exact catastrophe
The babbling gets maddening
The dastardly is actually
Impassioned by the master plea
A fraction of whats factually
The Consequential rationing
Hoes been living apathy
Not mad when it ain’t bad for me
But the casualties still be hitting sad to me

Whats it take to build a factory?

Blame the losses on who comes after me

Factory ft. Pmill (prod. solaris)

~Fred, Ned, Teddy and Vader Lyrics~

Pmill:
Homie sit like  L/ think it make him write well  
But ain't no sitting duck quail/homie I'm right here / make em go to sleep like sum NyQuil /tranquil, how this pint feel ? thought he was funny like Seinfeld baby time kills does he still have the hype still ?  
Welcome to my field 

So hurry up listen 
For u get knocked out like sonny listen 
Boy ya check ya vision 
Get smoked like a Winston 
Pots n pans in the kitchen 
Trap w precision 
We don't be missing 
We getting it fixed then 
Yu trippin get hit in ya shit man
Ain't as bad as it gets man 
You'll need a practition 
I'm a sick son of a bitch man 
It's a bit sadistic 
But anyways 

I need a thick big titty bitch like raven samone 
I just fucked a little bit, then told her leave me alone 
Serving since a jit, already know what I'm on
Been thru the mail to the City bitch, like Karl Malone  
I bail myself bitch, won't borrow from no one
Walk myself thru the strip, and I'll do it w no gun  
When I get the feeling imma trip, pack me down n roll sum. 
Tried to make me haul an L, but can't get me to hold one 
Blaka blaka 

They putting flaka in the ganja
Miss them days w clay n tamazzia 
Back then wun nun could stop us 
U say my name then do it real proper 
No disrespect I cut ya check faster then blades of a helicopter 
I'm acting like a mobster 
long way from a Honda 
Owning shi now like Willy Wonka 
Practicing getting stronger 
Ya arms look like silly pasta

Ke:
Lucas I am your father
I put you up for adoption
Saw your face said dont want him
You remind me your mother
You made her die are you proud of
The fucking nothing accomplished
Oh now u wanna kill me, no problem,
Have fun without one your arms now

Fred, Ned, Ed, Jed, Teddy, and Vader
Im boutta jet on the haters,
Flying southwest to vegas
Can’t catch my blood on the radar
I keep it tucked with the saber
Laser sharper than blades is
Whipping the sith infiltrator
Whole damn fleet of crusaders
Weapons stocked on the freighters
Slipping past all of them slow solar sailors
Fast as light when i spotted that republican navy
Steady counting that they gonna betray me
Whipping crack like the 80s,
on the track like a baby,
They coming back but they hate me
Never capped on the lady,

Fred, Ned, Ed, Jed, Teddy, and Vader
Im boutta jet on the haters,
Flying southwest to vegas
Can’t catch my blood on the radar
I keep it tucked with the saber
Laser sharper than blades is
Whipping the sith infiltrator

Pmill:
Playing the games like spade bitch, to them pussies Ian related, they overated, we topic of conversation like mama  we made it 
Ya trap house imma raid it, cuz I'm straight from the pavement

Ke:
Looking back at what i created
Sometimes its hard to tell that im the one made it
Could never pull off the taper
My head just like my brain that shit be shaped like an alien
Obi wan kenobi let me burn and i hated him
Who could’ve blamed me

Fred, Ned, Teddy and Vader ft. Pmill (prod. Dtonthebeats)

~Rambo Lyrics~
prod. South Seven Beats

Ke:
*hook*
They wanna stop us 
Treat us like some animals
Throw us in a cage like
Im fucking rambo

Put em on a boat
Take a trip to panama
Left a bag wit your grandma
At the sandlot
Pop an edible

Since i met him
Me n bro been near Inseparable
As for Missy Lee and Pamala
If i got to pick
Imma bed the both
Til im a vegetable
Man I feel incredible now

Pmill:
Told my bro if it's up then u jus know we can't let it go. 
Call them boys up, take a picture n we let em kno 
Taking a long time driving me crazy like an animal 
Soon as they pop out that bitch, snatch em up like velcroo 
Dumb as fuck u done fucked up, looked what u ran into 
Me n my crew taking sweepstakes like we won the danimal
Bitches eat us up like working for Hannibal 
Guess they can't get enough of the damn show
Stacking these chips n I hang with the guys 
Can't answer the phone because I'm too fried 
Made a song with Jugg Frankenstein 
Omg that shit came alive 
Thinking bout missing goin take a flight

Ke:
I been Atlanta just sat on the flow
Feeling bout high as a god on the low
Walking around wasnt getting involved
looked up and down by some ebony hoes
Then i got offered some fent in the mall
I need a minute for sent to the Lord
That man a diddle he said bout a crow
Skin white as paper, his tux el negro,
Peeping the diamonds he got on his throat
Watch half the block pull up murder for fun
Ain’t heard allat since in memphis for dope
Done learned a lot from that man curtis lowe

*hook*

Rambo ft. Pmill (prod. South Seven)

~Ashes Lyrics~

Pmill:
-verse-
Goddamn yo bitch do the most 
She wants free tickets, first seat, front row
N my drip like the lost sea, Monroe 
Posted wit my team, on go 
Ballin w my off hand, shit ain't unlikely 
Meta verse ray bands, make a movie spike lee 
Fuck a bitch from Britain, made her say krikey 
I jus realize ke ni backwards spell nike 
And we here to murder a type beat 
Grease don't play no shit 
I got a play station 
We don't fake action   
This ain't note pad pen 
got family to defend
Got Grammys to get  
No money to lend 
make 400 a min 
Gotta drown in sum gin
Takin souls shoalan 
When them hoes round man 
Gotta lock my pin 
They are not my friend
Tell em get off my land 
If they ain't talking grands 
Talking gs bout them bands 
High-key give em hands 
Yeah the tree make me dance 
Yeah the weed make me glance  

Ke:
Yea im talking the talk
And i walk with the sauce
I got thots who got thots
I cant stop making wap
Making guap
Turning blocks into stocks
I can’t drop what Im not
This a bop
This a bop
This a bop this a bop

-verse-
Yea the bad bitch precious
On her ass like a bedroom teddy
Hit the back when she said stick head in
Got loud with the moans and the 
Smack ass hand print all redded
Ran it back and the bro stuck his head in
She ain’t owe me shit she ain’t debted
All my words in her head they imbedded

I done motored it buttered it, and it ain’t sunny yet
Brother got the mud in the cupboard and I ain’t huffing it
Under covers she done but i aint coming yet
Feds got me discovered with hunnids but i aint running then
Gimme summa that xX

*hook*
In my ride its been decided, ashes and ashes

-Bridge-
With my brodie
And we float
With some shawties in a boat
And we leave em so it goes
After we done hit the both of em
Leave em with a ghost
And we so wit it
And we so wit it

*hook*

Ashes ft. Pmill (prod. dreamsyxx)

~Joints Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
Joint after joint after joint after joint
In the joint, ripping joints, at the joint
Cause all my life been grinding joints
Making noise, with the boys like its sports

-verse-
When i was young i thought I’d get away with it,
But mama always caught me,
Papa saw me showed up pulled his sunglasses down,
Like boy you know im watching,
This ain’t gon get you too far,
All that time spent in my thoughts,
Could’ve been with my guitar
I was sitting on the porch watching the river flow by
Ignorance was bliss in my forbidden due time
Good things come to ends
They ain’t a minute too long
Before you knew the sense
It be like, “what could go wrong?”
I turn the pain right into poems
And the psalms to a song
I try to give the Lord thanks,
But there’s been so much gone
These people chop the trees down
Like they forgot about lungs
But who am I to say it im still smoking
Red Longs

*hook*

Pmill:
-verse-
Always gaining any opportunity that I can 
Always fuckin planning, anything for the brand 
Chicken flawking baby, talking bout them bands 
Gotta 1 up for that shit, do these haters wanna dance ? 
Headed to the stu gonna make another one, no  Khalid  
I jus heard ya bars n they are never gonna be valid 
I jus fucked ya bitch, she kept it secret like a ballot  
Fold it up now pick her up, u can keep it n have it 
Me n the boys accept any challenge  
Packing up of all our baggage 
The city ain't ready look like the hangover 
Rollin round the street in a range Rover 
This bitch we finna reign over 
Bitches titties taped over 
Weed haze over, gotta faint odor

*hook*

Ke:
-verse-
God made me, he also made these other people tryna play me, tryna frame me,
Like make some sense of what been handed mine, most it ain’t from my mind, these other people, i be tempted call some bitches, they just want some of mine, come to find, it ain’t ever meant for sissies pushing skippy, less they on a grind, I ain’t gonna lie sometimes I be happy nuff to dance around without a fucking fear alive, I ain’t messing with no hoe that hide they borderline, flows be as trippy as manchester bonaroo live

*hook*

Joints ft. Pmill (prod. Gatuno)

~Shots (Doubles) Lyrics~

Pmill:
-verse-
Orange juice mixed w tvarski 
Or maybe morning coffee 
Basically his son is a copy of everything he ain't wanted.   
Looking like jus a damn con man 
This behavior is dishonest 
Divorced n put an office 
He drowning in them damn toxins 
A liquor full of a pond bitch 
So many death n em losses 
The bottle thought bout tossing 
These elders keep on watching 
But these demons keep on plotting 
Do I have many options 
*hook*
So imma go head give it a shot then 
So I'm a go head n take me a shot then 
Somebody give me a shot man x2
Somebody give me a shot xX
-verse-
Pint a day take the pain away 
But it Really jus wanna make me fornicate  
Told my granny that I wait but this shit keeps pulling me 
N more importantly got me feeling immorally 
Can't even walk straight there is no symmetry 
I guess off of my feet 
Angel on my shoulder telling u kill yo family tree 
N interventions are free 
Next day I woke up my kin had an assembly

*hook*
Somebody give me a shot man
Somebody give me a shot

Ke:
-verse-
Had a couple sir it may have been a couple doubles
At the hannahs and i think i got me triple double
Drunk as fuck my flirting gets a little muddled
All it took was a bitch to know she think i wan her

*hook*
I just need me a shot…

-verse-
I was at the club dineen know when it wasn’t
Man im hoping i ain’t fucking on a homie cousin
Guess i knew we brothers worst could happen i just threw some blood in
Ended Suddenly im bussin butter
In the clutter if the summer there was nuttin covered
Her Face was flushing like the gutter in the stormy weather
And the pumpin didnt stutter it was getting rougher
Boat was rocking like the stockings on the bed frame in the projects when we knew santa claus was coming she lived at home buf set apart from any father,
I was coughing up the tarter pulled it out and sounded farting,
Just some air bubbles found pockets,
I was stuffing in her sockets,
Skin wah glowing it was auburn
She was happy but she sobbing
Blood was covering the columns
That held the mattress up

*hook*
Somebody give me a shot
Imma forget what i forgot
Give me a shot
Imma forget what I got…

Somebody give me a shot
-outro-
Im alil bit wocked offa thih bo bop
And da blibbidy gop
Anden a Shimmidy goppiti
glimmidimidi 
Gweebidy Gwap

Somebody give me a shot

Shots (Doubles) ft. Pmill (prod. carter john)

~Bugs Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
Lil creepy ass, bugs
Lil nasty ass, bugs
Lil slimy ass, bugs
Lil grimy ass, bugs
Uh, Goblins

Pmill:
-verse-
I think they mad at me 
Mad they not as passionate  
N if we clashing then
Like atoms man 
Like a mash up man 
Imma do em nasty then 
Buckle ya seat n fasten it 
A rap addict man 
My mics got straps attached to em 
 make sure that I'm blasting em 
Until Ive seen the last of em 
They think I've jus catched up to him 
think that I'm jus out matching em 
Guess that make me a bastard then 

I think they mad at me 
Like baby's that never had they way
Like I'm leading faculty 
I'm must be / cuz I'm mustard and they can't catch up to me  
I dare em fuck w me ain't nobody touching me 
Theyve had enough of me 
It's getting ugly like logan Paul or a lunchably  
So I'm selling it like johova guess that's where the huckster be  
call my grower checked if he cut the nugs for me 
Baby roll the blunt for me, break the guts for me this shit taste so damn lovely 
I've got my bruv w me n gun w me they in the truck w try n run on me get blowed like a tumble weed 
It was Friday the 13th/ they had a lil cypher 
They shouldn't invite me / cuz I turn into a viper I'll take this Knife here n stick it right inside here 
They lil fish, The holy mackerel 
Show em why I'm an ass hole
Get rap back doord 
Leave em a note like zodiac code  

Fuego 
Atleast I'm paid bro 
Whatever I say goes 
Case closed 
Better then being a funny entertainer like Jerry Trainor 
Ian joking we gon stain ya Ian talking no painter 
Round up my beaner Wet u up like aquafina 
We the last ones standing in this royal arena 
Call up my Nina play w them racks like karsten & serena  
She my goddess to an Athena 
We act like Martin n Gina  
Laughing up like hyenas 
Sometimes petty n getting even 
But keep it between the sheets n 
She hop up on that dick and spin up on that dick like a ballerina  
I'm feeling better better yet I'm feeling great 
I'll be doin my thing flexing until I'm 88 
On I 88 speeding like I'm fucking late 
Cuz when u moving across the state n loading all this weight u got to be trained keep the look out for them county Jakes cuz they will lock u n put u away 

Keegan told me write 44 rhymes 
Came back n did that shit 40 more times 
Swear to god he was looking mortified 
Goin so crazy w this rap shit, I'm border line 
1760 harbour ln drive 
Before I left had to peep thru the blinds 
Make sure kin follow me from behind 
Covering my plates when I ride

Ke:
*hook*
-Verse-
Man it’s hard to even keep up with this cherokee
When half these other fuckers on the mic just be repeating like a parakeet
They be pulling up like they was ever really there with me
Like where was you when i was puffing weed right on the side the street
The plug had pulled right up on his bike and must felt bad for me,
A hero to the lost and all the casualties
When I’d Made my little home right by the Kerosene
I swear to you it’s cold up in the darkness
Aineen trippin but i heard all of the monsters
Hard to sleep when you had known that there’d be robbers
And all i got was just my toes and the clothes on me
Where u at when i was scolded by the others
I tried to call and plead my homelessness for foster
Saying crazy just dismissing all the real substantial problems
Won’t address it won’t look back and really own what lead to autumn
Even when Id been in the same zone that lead me always, you had never cared to check if what been flowed was even awesome
Just because the people round you never chose to stand with martyrs, I ain’t saying that I’m really that comparable apostles,
But I swear I met a man within a man few times before I startled.

bugs…

Bugs ft. Pmill (prod. 3am)

~Doodle Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
yeah we doodle, Canoodle, with girl poodles and move it because we studious,
Waiting on the day that shit gone blow like it’s Vesuvius 
Walking like some mummys in pompeii
Don’t you catch none the homies on the wrong day

Pmill:
-verse-
This beat feel like pink panther 
Used to be a credit card scammer  
It got too hot so I switched it to Danny fannom 
Point my red scanner at any random 
That acting like he part of the fandom, but then he go throw a tantrum 
Yu Kno we had to scam him 
Taking everything out the pantry 
That's what he gets for acting like perter pan a lil pansy  
Fuck bout the dead, Billy and Mandy 
Got me a dandy keeping handy 
One wrong step, pulling a hammy 
Hope it don't jammy 
Okay I'm have to keep it forward 
This girl trying me imma have to forker 
She wetter gon need a snorkel 
Ian even worried bout my performance 
Before hand I'm pulling out don't need a storka 
I'm ballin don't need no shorts 
I hopped right off of the porch 
Built it brick by brick jus like a fort 
Yu talk shit on it then everything getting torched 
She like my dick, try to spike my shit, right then I knew that's when the heights wasn't it 
Unless I'm getting money in it 
Nun other then that  
Get the ball back like I'm Ray Mack 
Aaron Donald get a straight sack 
Throwing haymakers they want they pay back    
Explosive, then getting laid back 
Got faster hands then the wayco 
Promise Yu don't wanna fade bro 
Put w ya head w a halo  or on a payroll 
Do not care who I offend breaking rules I eat the pussy like playdo  
Leave it busted open like a potato 
Sending shots like I'm Django. 

Ke:
*hook*

-Verse-
Its mr catch me if u can
Got 150 tracks
Past a thousand hit the fan

They telling me they wanna rap
You better do it cause you care
All that time been putting in
All you got is how its spent

Whatchu in it for?
Ive heard bout slamming screan doors
Showed a dork some my nerd shit
Even he ain’t fuck with flows talking bout some other earth shit
But i rehearsed it, laid my verses, trusting journey that somehow it served a purpose
Feeling like i just invented surfing
Why don’t you get up off the surface
Even when im dead wont catch my ass below the dirt
I hope they’ve burned it
Neighbors crying like i think i went to church
With mister Wordsworth, we cursed him,
Prolly cause i ain’t ever spitting bout no being perfect, that ain’t my burping

*hook*

-Back to back-
K:
It ain’t so glamorous my man
Getting hammered with amateurs and rambling
P:
N we making tracks like a sandwich 
K:
Back to back on a bama chick
P:
Don't know if she can handle it we paying for the damages 
K:
Ain’t ashamed of my manners
When im cramming her Mandible
When she want it i hand to her
Knows how my man be expandable
P:
She don't mind the intangibles 
The damzle, knows I'm handsome 
She eat me up like a cannibal 
Shorty blow me like candle 
K:
I hold her hand when we dancing
Take a glance at the cameltoe
The enchantress of cancer
P:
Unbotton her pants then she on the go 
She got moves love the way that her bottom go 
K:
Dominoes be falling like jeronimo
P:
Me n bro we calling out the audible
K:
Yea we talk but its a lot of show
Wheres waldo, can you spot the dough?
P:
In the parking lot lil bro 
Been doin this shi since a tot, trapping out  cotton eyed joe

*hook*

Doodle ft. Pmill (prod. Gato Beats)

~Seeds Lyrics~
Ke:
Soon as im talkin
My bitchll be coming
I take it from nothing 
And turn it to something

Im breaking the lock and im coming in gunning
They trying to stop it, nobody could stomach
The weight of the monster the beat i been drumming
I feed her the lobster, she geeking in public
He don’t know none it
I feel like i preach to the puppets
The demons the dummys
They prayed that the evil becometh

Bitch watch how a seed becomes sustenence

We plant us enough they gon snatch off the trees like its money
Blood and the shit in the grass just blend with the muddy
Seen when it finished they dont know what it took to grow up it,
They blow thru the stash like its nothing
Roll it up pass it and puff it
How you gon dash to the muppets?
Some angels be coming in scary af
Cant hold my feet to the flame i become it

Pmill:

A legend done summoned 

Can't help what Im becoming 

Shout-out to Wayne, I'm wearing my truck fit 

While I break on the counter I'm rolling my Russian 

The greatest in Knox, end of discussion. 

Remember them days the water wasn't running 

Thinking bout M.I.A. going down Dutchman 

Show me my opponent, I'll show you my muscle 

Trying to get rich off the freedom and hustle 

Paving a way off the faith of seed of a mustard 

I tried to give love, but they cold as a Custer 

Ran with the ball like an NFL rusher 

Then I'm back cooking the pies with a cookie cutter 

Reminisce them times with my dad cooking butter 

Now I sapio sexually fuck her mind like I'm usher

Then I got in her throat like a boa constructer (x2) 

Fucking ya bitch real late, and we watching Nick at night 

Yeah like a theif in the night 

Smoothly take ya shit, like Annie are you alright ? 

Fuck I look like a goofy going live ? 

I ain't going like that, won't end up how I'm dying 

I know they looking at the bag I'm supplying 

Gotta pay up a fee if you wanna try it 

Bad bitch with me she a ruff in the diamond

Swear I wrote Midas without even trying 

Hop on a track I cook it and fry it 

They like it they feel it they recite it 


Ke:
Bitches been asking where I reside at
Know they resent me since I’m indicted
Pmill:
(They want me out the game but I'm inside it)

Seeds ft. Pmill (prod. yugo4x)

~Petty Lyrics~

Pmill:
*hook*
You say the same thing, have my back and go another way. 

No friend of mine will wait and pray on my pain. 

I'm tired of petty things, spread my wings and fly away.

I trusted you, now I guess this is the price that I pay. 

Verse:
Walking around the city smelling animosity.
Feel they think about crossing me.
Careful about who really locked with me.
Sometimes by myself, practice my monogamy. 
Tell them get the fuck up off of me 
Why they want a lot of me ? 
Cause I just won the lottery 
Chilling with these snakes, might cause a casualty. 
Just a rich little bastard please. 
No limit, call me master P 
Who can you trust with ya love ? 
Who can you trust with them drugs ? 
Only friend I got is the plug. 
Had my back when I ain't have no dubs 
Ever since I been down with them thugs. 
Swear I don't fuck with no one 
Yeah I'm really my momma's son 
My phone going on a dry run 
Been a min since mine rung 
Kicking shit in tai lung 
Greatest shit in my lungs 

*hook*

Ke:
-bridge-
I remember what u said to me,
Long before u set me free

Id sit in my room while i waited on u
Those days met their doom
I ain’t playing your fool

-Verse-
They want me locked up
Want me knocked out
Pinned down
Stretched out
All because I had my head found
In the background
Man it’s like the bitch been bed bound
Ever since she lost was simply cant be found
Stuck in memories reliving dead ground
Ghost running round 
Never hurt you
Never hurt you
Put the fear of God in a bitch just from big words
Reminisce in the bliss what u miss
While the bitch stuck with squid ward

Live this life at a height
Just to see it gotta leave earth
Why i put me first

*hook*
-bridge-

Petty ft. Pmill (prod. ushi san)

~Grease Lyrics~

Pmill:
*hook:
I shouldn't let Yu cry (x2) 

I would too, but I'm high (x2) 

There's jus no time to compromise (x2)

Ig Yu chose the wrong side (x2) 

Ke:

Sentimental i just sent a letter to someone who ain’t coming back
Sitting down and having Dinner with sinners Like im miller mac
Riffing til the end of the sentence, then its on a track
Yea im grinning spinning im penning, and im still relaxed
Chilling off a pill and some liquor, might have a heart attack
Met another villian with rythym, ain’t even gotta rap

Grease goblin im hobblin until i gotta dash
Bitch is sobbing im hopping around how she aint got an ass
Stay the talk of the party if I aint coming in
Whoever let these cops in the office they never coming back

Impotence im innocent of wickedness
Derivative to pigeon of the witnesses
Insensitive with wisdom and extensive bliss
The mission was indicative to finished with
Criminal intent was forbidden upon my christening
Tribulant incisions to rhythms that just ain’t finished yet 
Got them tempted to inflict a civilian, with disability checks

Pmill:

*Hook*

Crown apple berry jack, I'm tryna get sum liquor 

Where the fairies at, tryna taste sum that elixir 

Don't care where I'm at, dont need no mixer 

I'm jus tryna pound ya bitch like she the I in Pixar 

Flexing on the gram, don't even gotta try my pics hard 

Shopping at the Sam's, and I got a big yard 

Goblins bust open ya clam, look like a broken guitar 

Throw em out like Brett Farve 

I'm smoking on ya top 5 

Ian talking bout no Popeye 

I'm jus talking rappin archives 

Fully invested ain't no part time 

Been thru all the hard times, now it's hard rhymes, spending car fines, it's alright fine life's a tight rope and I'm a tight line 

Need sum hype dope, tryna find the right kind

Grease ft. Pmill (prod. Xavien)

Pronounced, “Keen Eye”
IG: keeg.knight SC: KeeganAyres
keeganknight.mp3@gmail.com

Vault of Expressions

The presented works are all products of imagination. Aside from the existence of Christ, my words are fictional and symbolic to characters that do not exist as individuals. Anything resembling real events is metaphorical or coincidental to the liking of my present state, many times fears. I desire to write more of joyous things, but much of my fascination with sound comes from sorrow.

Any producer whose beat was used uncredited message me for title adjustment. Some old memos are unorganized. I apologize.

Next Projects:

Crouton
Skribblez 3
Prison Demo
Death and Hades
East Mt. Mist
Flower Mattress
Songs of Sorrow
Grease Goblinz 2

Grease Goblins w/ Pmill

Ke Kni