Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit ay
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit ay

Resolution make a stack of golden bars straight back to back
Put my name up on a plaque before I pass away face facts
See a nuisance in my path I guess it's time to burn the trash
Motherfuckers see my ass and wondering if I'm sane or mad
No I am not crazy I just want to break my neck in half
No I am not crazy I just like to scream and do the math
And I'm never faking because most of y'all can't handle that
If you wonder what I'm doing I am locked up in the lab
Used to think life was a drag
Puffing smoke until I crashed
Ghost in the shell how I act
In the matrix off a tab
Glass half full
I got two great rules
Never trust a lame
And ya better do you

Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit

Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit
Run laps bitch
Bout to relapse quick
You got weak wraps bitch
I don't need that shit

Kent Osborne - RUN LAPS

stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/76ovrff2L86X5QoFhyeW5y?si=2221b37cb0324895

Lyrics:
White girl, no bra, medicated, adderall
Came in, popped off, medicated, zoloft
Watch the snowfall, from her pockets on and on
Clout demons, sing-along, cause I know this what you on

Addicted to pain pills and prescriptions
Wait
I'm addicted to that green green
It smells delicious
Wait
I heard that is good for my needs
I got precision
Wait
I see your stuck
What the fuck
You ain't getting wait
It's a, it's a
Crutch, crutch
No free, no free
Lunch, lunch
Drinking, drinking
Rum, rum
I got heavy
Punch, punch
What the fuck you want, want
Talking down but stuck up
Hop in the pit and get stomped
If you got a problem
Mental health fading away
On a permanent vacay
Working on making it stay
Cutting off all the dead weight
Mental health fading away
On a permanent vacay
Working on making it stay
Cutting off all the dead weight

White girl, no bra, medicated, adderall
Came in, popped off, medicated, zoloft
Watch the snowfall, from her pockets on and on
Clout demons, sing-along, cause I know this what you on

What the fuck you want?
Cut it up and then it's gone
I leave all my problems below me and watch them sing along
I don't need the help, still hearing it calling on and on
Aiming for the brain and I'm watching it falling, one and done
Take it out your hands if I need it like I deserve this
Ain't shit changed, I'm burning up all these hearses
You want attention you got it I guess you earned it
I don't want shit from anybody so curve it

White girl, no bra, medicated, adderall
Came in, popped off, medicated, zoloft
Watch the snowfall, from her pockets on and on
Clout demons, sing-along, cause I know this what you on
White girl, no bra, medicated, adderall
Came in, popped off, medicated, zoloft
Watch the snowfall, from her pockets on and on
Clout demons, sing-along, cause I know this what you on

Clout Demons (feat. TWENTYTHREE)

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

Verse:
punishment and crime 
I been rotten with my stolen time 
we ain’t really bringing knives 
read between the lines 
shrunken heads, straw dolls
and a broken shrine 
teddys poltergeist 
Frankenstein's shells and 9s
no ones fine overhaul i mean overkill 
over all I’m popping pills that we rob and steal
fuck the pity boy I need a meal
cardiac feel the panic when the tire squeal
mean mugging me I make you star in guinea pig
earth movers from the sewers I can really dig
snub nose, bullets  fly like I'm billy kid
shout the boys in blue y’all some filthy pigs 
on the oil rig where the fucking captain at
Bronson with the blows ,  bloody nose , actions back 
someone better can’t imagine that  
stray dogs fighting over the scraps

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

King of the Fleas

Life Setting: Ultra Nightmare

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]

Produced by Gullyspit
Engineered by Gullyspit

intro hook:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOK ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 

verse 1:
out here living with the jingos got me going really crazy
i ain’t tryna fight you cause my 45 got no safety 
bitch I, bitch I been that black tar i been that gutter baby
y’all can’t really phase me
talking to the cops probably signing affidavits
you ain’t scaring me boy look down at your hands
why they shaking? told them come collect they mans
y’all ain’t making moves hope y’all got another plan
she wanna make a movie told her don’t use any hands
bridge 1:
everybody hit the floor
they been aiming at the windows 
C4 and flip phone
send these fucker to the moon
I’m on my cleaver shit 
my m19 ho chi min shit
that bomb strapped to your Beamer
shit go ahead quick turn the keys
put your ass on CNN LIKE

Hook 2:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOKING ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 
THATS CAUSE THEY AINT LIKE ME
x2

breakdown:
fuck the BASSLINE y’all don’t sound right
this shit basic y’all just sound bites
yo audience is all fucking alt-right 
stuck in my basement waiting to die, I
pass the note to the teller 
tell her give me those funds
pipe bombs on the pipelines
y’all ain’t ready for the flood 
/INTERLUDE/
bridge 2:
everybody hit the floor
they be aiming at the windows 
C4 and flip phone
send these fucker to the moon
I’m on my cleaver shit 
my m19 ho chi min shit
that bomb strapped to your Beamer
shit go ahead quick turn the keys
put your ass on CNN

hook 3:
I HEARD THE BOMBS HIT GROZNY
8 OZ’s and they hitting like they baki
PYSCHO SOCIAL TERRORIST LOOK ICY
THEY don’t REALLY LIKE ME 
THATS CAUSE THEY AINT LIKE ME
x2
*out here living with the*
outro: 
y’all don’t really wanna play
get my money get the fuck up our way
on my dick on my dick
that’s where everybody stay
don’t waste my time
go ahead and gimme brain

Grozny

✩ NATURAL BORN KILLERS ✩ FT. GIZMO (PROD. ROSE)

LYRICS: 

Ask me how I feel 
I feel nothing inside
My conflict surreal
Misery only thing by my side
I feel like some roadkill
Ran over and left behind
I hate you all still
I'm just not one of your kind

Fed up, I'm never enough
So numb from the horror
Can't front, I'm tortured
Time keeps on running shorter

I'm running in circles
Round and round hoping one day I make it
So many damn hurdles
It's like I don't never get a break, shit
I hate life and I just wanna change it
Dealt the wrong cards and devastation
Everything I got always gets taken
Put my all in just to get flushed down the drain bitch

Ask me how I feel 
I feel nothing inside
My conflict surreal
Misery only thing by my side
I feel like some roadkill
Ran over and left behind
I hate you all still
I'm just not one of your kind

Fed up, I'm never enough
So numb from the horror
Can't front, I'm tortured
Time keeps on running shorter

roadkill

UNDEAD PAPi - roadkill (Prod. CRCL)

FILTHYWAYZ X MAJIN X SINSEARR - HEAVENS GATE [P.ALETHEO]

prod by: the wonderful @mystxry
mixed by: me bitch

[lyrics for the deaf mfs]

got some numbers in my phone that won’t ring again they either died or I lost em in the place I’ve been/
and I won’t see your face again I’ve been depressed, been stressed ever since I was turning 10/
fast forward 5 years and I got the strap, makin baseball players turn to running backs/
left the scene with my brains intact and I can’t say the same for ur homie he ain’t coming back/
he coming back with a toe tag, op pack, I’m finna roll him up, smoke that/
I wreck (iraq) this shit like Baghdad, I’ve been with the shits like Aztec/
I’m late night counting up big racks/
said ur ballin? where the fuck is yo wrist at/
show ur head out in public imma clip that/
in my city I’m the number one suspect/
I am so use to the weight of my gun/
walk around town like I’m strapped up with none/
hate all you rappers you fuckers are shunned/
don’t care bout bitches I jus want my funds/
wait till you see what I got in the trunk, when I pull out that shotty that shit is a pump/
2 shots and he slumped, I am the face of death better not run YAA!/

I am so out of my mind

full force with the shit when i come with it/
I really kill rappers with no writtens/
I should name every track a freestyle but I show mercy to the one that got no business/
grippin a mic, you fall when a op in sight, the 44 that’s the venomous bite, the og I’m the genesis right? the teck 9 finna pierce his spine I wine and dine on fuckers at night/
I think I’m 80s how I’m spitting that crack shit/
if you talkin money you better back it/
In yo system like a muhfuckin addict/
plastic, all you motherfuckers so tragic/
and it’s tragic how you want smoke/
never burn anything but the ones that you hold close/
and it’s all for the pesos/
putting family and friends in white with some halos/
EL-EX

Kent Osborne - RUN LAPS

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