TRACK THREE: A HEADLESS RIDER CAME TO MY SIDE

i live with violence so every day i wake up it’s a fight
i told that bitch to hit the road n get the fuck up out my life
only thing i ever cared about is paper and my knife
imma scowl every day know there ain’t shit i don’t dislike

i got blood inside my throat and she taste when we make out
i never speak just here to see how it’s gon play out 
a bunch of dolls up in this bitch like it’s a playhouse 
dolly just been at the atm, i bring the pape out

i’m just a rotten motherfucker from the fit down to the boots
take the top off of that boy he lookin sumn like a coupe
like i’m celty i hear voices from this wound
like lara croft you can find me in that tomb


just like joe rogan you can find me on that mic
it’s hard to sleep cause i keep using my pillow to hide my knife
it’s hard to think when my soul isn’t feelin right
i been angry bitch im beatin in my knuckles

i got the pussy blowin up my phone at this point it’s annoyin
i ain’t fuckin with this underground cause everything is boring
all the singles that i’m hearin fallin short
every time they drop a tape you know that shit gon leave me snoring

i go crazy in my cage, you don’t wanna let me out
the demons i been fightin got me foamin out my mouth
i got rage, so what the fuck you talkin bout

TRUE RANCOR (VEXD)

Syrup in the chalice, lean look like rot,
Pentagram circled, why I cannot stop 
Demons playing oujia spelling words that I forgot 
Levitate off my feet, satan has a plot 

Edible make me delay 
I just like floating away 
Text from her left it on Grey
Eyes red, what is today?
Late night ride, no light
Voice in my head wanna fight
I don’t wanna vent, I cave in,
Heat in my chest like Cajun.
Thc sipping
Acid tripping 
Double dipping 
Tabs hit fast Amazon shipping 
Black Sentra whipping 
Middle finger flip in the air
Leave em in stitches I have no care 
Living and missing when I’m in my stare 
Zip the bag and I smoke my share 
Another 3 5 so high there’s no repair like where the fuck the solutions at
Matte black Glock and my cat on my lap 
Fake bitch flock I just had to push em back
Ocean why the fuck you walking like that
Ocean why the fuck you talking like that 
Can’t help it I’m so faded from the gas 
Smoke too much now I’m flat on my back 
weed is loud, silent when I lash 
Mind upside down like a fucking bat 
Blunt in the air like a toast 
Smoke it all away like hope
I don’t wanna see your ghost 
I don’t wanna drive to the coast 
Blunt in the air like a toast 
Smoke it all away like hope
I don’t wanna see your ghost 
I don’t wanna drive to the coast 

Syrup in the chalice, lean look like rot,
Pentagram circled, why I cannot stop 
Demons playing oujia spelling words that I forgot 
Levitate off my feet, satan has a plot 

Produced by oceanash

Rotten Rituals

Lyrics:

Why y'all trippin
I done split this bih red sea
I'm finna dip in 
Ain't no walking on my brother's 
Hit that nigga wit my civic
Ain't no sliding with them crutches 
Crawl away while I'm still thumpin
I ain't playing wit you bitches
See that boy and I'm gon buss it 
Nigga
Leave him dead on the curb ain't no concussion nigga
If I want it imma get it no discussion nigga
I pull up that m240, vegas like no Russian 
Nigga 
Swear to Never gamble wit yo life, boy I know u bluffin
Fake tucking
nigga fuck I know u not gon bus it 
Pussy bitch say it to my face if u gon talk on sumn
Bitch boy
Body in the bayou with them fish boys
Destroy 
All you fucking pussies
Watch em sip soy 

Eliminate em
I disintegrate em
Gass so strong it's his lungs I'm taking
You a pussy 
How u shake when you aim with that gun 
like a rookie
I'm flaming these niggas 
bake him to a cookie
I'm sending these shots from red dots in the bushes
My shooters all pushing up right to his door
I done Ran through his shit and found out he ain't poor
I ain't Robin hood nigga I just want some more money
More bitches 
More racks
Hella riches
I Came up from rags so it's all that im taking
Heater blast em so he ain't ever waking 
Yo shawty love me so she wanted me naked
There's THC in everything that I'm baking
Got big boots but that nigga quaking 
I Make big moves til the world is shaking
Ugh

3.5 erasure 
Smoke these niggas like what y'all packin up?
Ugh
boy id let my 9 erase ya
Lights out and I know God ain't taking you up
I can't keep my eyes open
My Bitch so bad her heat gon burn my retinas 
I speak what y'all been choking on
I can't waste no time no I can't play nah 
Fuck what y'all niggas think
I'm gon spit my brain til I'm part of the music 
And I don't care what my future brings
Cuz I'm perceiving the moment off these drugs till I'm passing the weed on
Shoot that nigga in the face watch him bleed out
Fake niggas acting like they been up in this scene
How you talking on sum shit that you ain't know that you ain't seen
Swear I'm finna put some fent inside that pussy nigga lean 
On my momma I'm mean
But I'm getting that green
Chedda all that I'm chasing and I be getting that cheese
Spend it on weed
Double up my double cup
It got me walking slower
I ain't gotta show y'all niggas shit
I always been a grower
Trappin out my grannies trailer 
Put my weed where I stash my paper
Finna smoke a whole 8th right off the wake up
Stick wit my bros but y'all homies changing
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing greater
Than me nigga cuz there ain't shit
Why you tryna buck but you cain't hit 
Why u tryna fuck what you cain't rizz 
Imma say it again y'all ain't shit bitch
Y'all ain't shit
Put yo bitches face in my pubes
Make her eat dick 
Madman
I'm unmedicated 
Got a big chain
You gon unobtain it
Making new tracks from the shit I take 
Making new cash getting money famous 
(Bitch)
Ugh
Ugh
Ded presidents
Ruby red sediment gon put em on his death bed (DEADHEAD)

Why y'all trippin
I done split this bih red sea
I'm finna dip in 
Ain't no walking on my brother's 
Hit that nigga wit my civic
Ain't no sliding with them crutches 
Crawl away while I'm still thumpin
I ain't playing wit you bitches
See that boy and I'm gon buss it 
Nigga
Leave him dead on the curb ain't no concussion nigga
If I want it imma get it no discussion nigga
I pull up that m240, vegas like no Russian 
Nigga 
Swear to Never gamble wit yo life, boy I know u bluffin
Fake tucking
nigga fuck I know u not gon bus it 
Pussy bitch say it to my face if u gon talk on sumn
Bitch boy
Body in the bayou with them fish boys
Destroy 
All you fucking pussies
Watch em sip soy


WARSUKK [PROD.SHADYHELIOS]

Who is there
To pick me up?
Who is there
When I fall down?

when i fall... [prod. alagen5k]

CHROME HEARTS W/ YUNG LXTTI

'WALKING DEAD' by Hatchetsaw featuring Dollbreaker & Lockjaw
Lavenderskin Records 2025
FILTH INTL.

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Produced by @aragoth_die
Featuring @dollbreaker & @jawlockedshut
Mixed by @dollbreaker, @jawlockedshut & @hatchetsaww
Masterd by @hatchetsaww
Cover Art by @hatchetsaww

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Lyrics:

https://genius.com/Hatchetsaw-walking-dead-lyrics

WALKING DEAD W/ DOLLBREAKER & LOCKJAW [ARAGOTH]

Produced by DieNasty 
Mixing/Mastering by DieNasty 
Lyrics by Mope, Kill Ebola, MXRTMANE

Verse 1 (Mope):
Във славата за мене няма дивиденти,
дисват ме и стават инциденти.
Тровя си ума вечно с прецеденти,
не ме вълнуват Бентли или пък Фенди.

Не ми се занимава с хора —
от приказките им ми става умора.
Плямпат, плямпат, плямпат — нямат ум,
чувам, чувам, чувам — само бял шум.

Правя добро, като си стоя у дома,
щото иначе ще ги туря аз тия на кол.
Drowning in alcohol, deep in the fucking sorrow,
отдавна не ме лови капка сън — at all.

Ще завърши всичко това със затворен ковчег,
в който съм заключен от рождението си — мъртвец.
Дали съм отрепка или някакъв мъдрец —
няма да ме опознаеш, за да ме разбереш.

Verse 2 (Kill Ebola):
Found out just today I need
to sleep inside decay to open mind and read.
Right behind, I see a thousand burning pillars,
and then Ben Stiller — severed heads on miles, moving tiles of green.

Elite train the sheep,
some of them gotta pray to eat.
You're getting all this money and you still move like a slave to me,
fuck you and the fame to be — I won't play for your favorite team.

I don't care about y'all and this world that never dies and leaves.
You can cry and weep — add it to the noise I hear, bitch.
Time to fry the lead, else you won't ever see clear light.
Play on words, feeling blue till a burnt stitch — crisp.

Fuck me up on cloud nine, category six wind,
dig in her then I'm dipping, hoe — bye-bye.
Fucking miserable years — living since I was like nine,
God, I can't wait for you to come and end my timeline.
I don't even want what's not mine — gone sky.

Verse 3 (MXRTMANE):
Ay, drainin' out my energy,
sick of motherfuckers tryna bring the worst in me.
Ay, fuck you and your relatives —
you're nothing, you're a soulless fucker, rest in peace.

Watch yo fuckin' mouth or I'll shoot you with the mag,
go the wrong way — now you're layin' in a bag.
Watch in third person how you fuckin' die,
black cathedral shit so lethal your soul's up in the sky.

Run from demons with no license plate,
fuck, I can't stand all these face grenades.
Yuck — you're a bitch and I can smell you from a country, mane,
duck — all these bullets gonna hit yo brain.

Tryna hit me up? I say that you missed the ferry.
Tryna fuck me up? I'ma bury you in Derry.
Buried the fucking tomahawk? Cappin', bitch — you die today.
Watchin' you like a hawk, lookin' for my next prey, hoe.

White Noise (Feat. Kill Ebola, Mope) (Prod. DieNasty)

Mixed & Mastered by frdm.wav
Artwork by @markypuwu on instagram

Smoking up at 4am, you know that’s my time of night
If she ain’t gettin dick from me then she gon wanna start a fight
I spark a match and smoke a bowl, bitch I don’t even need a light
My eyes adjusted to the darkness, I don’t need the light (bitch I don’t need it yeah)
My bitch is tall dark and gothic like cologne chapel
I feel like geralt with the sword, bitch call me henry cavill
You rappers movin with the crowd, y’all like some fuckin cattle
And you really think you won the war, but you lost every battle
She thought a wolf got in the crib, it’s just the fur inside this Balmain 
She said she disappointed with the person I became
She call me dolly when we fuck cause this bitch don’t know my other name
Uh, flippin crack
Put my dick up in her back
I heard that fucker gettin pressed, I said his name up in a track
I heard he want his city, well I told that boy come get it back
My hands gon do just what I’m sayin little boy, I’m talkin smack
Go up in flames just like a pack, this FTP like I was zac
Ain’t even know he was gon die today, just heard the action clack
And this action start to seize up cause of all the rounds I’ve racked
Vanish into dark around me cause the fit is black on black

Imma paranoid, schizophrenic, cut throat maniac
And when I see that pussy boy, Imma wipe him off the map
Lay that motherfucker in a ditch and leave him where he’s at  
Now he’s rolling in his grave and I can’t help but fucking laugh
Yeah and I don’t care anymore (what?)
So there’s no excuses for me knocking on your door
Thinking life is a chore
You do it for the money but I do it for the lore 
Like wait, what the fuck you say?
Keep on talking shit and you gon die today
Yeah you see me in your nightmares as you lie awake
And now you’re laying with the bugs until your bones decay
Flip a pack and you know my shawty bad
And I know you hella mad when I hit it from the back like, yeah
Imma have to hold it down when that ass is hella round
Imma take it to the ground like woah, woah
Imma walk up to your home, home
Sending bullets to your dome, dome
And you know that I’m unknown, known, known

Killing Them Softly [Prod. frdm.wav + aszi]

KEEGO

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