(Chorus)

Enclosed In This Cold World
Like an Icebox

I Won’t Stop
‘Till i Can Become My Own Boss

Supply Shock
When I Rap
I Feel Like Tesla

Homie
Not the Car Though

Man You Really Are Slow


You Ain’t Get The Memo

Driving In the Whip Fast
Can’t See Me
Marco Polo

Get the Treasure Solo

Tryna Get My Ship Sailing
But I’ve Been Embargoed

Still Gon’ Move That Cargo

Car Go

Vroom

(x2)


That Bitch
Hit
Almost
Every Single Checkbox

Not Average

Neither am I
Give Her This Cock

She Can Have It

One Eye Open When i Shoot Her
She A Cyclops

Why Not

 Think more Outside The Box


Baby Why You Trippin Over Nothing

I Ain’t Bluffing

You My Baby Muffin

Treat You Like a Turkey
Everyday 
Thanksgiving
Ima Fill Her With My Stuffing

More Ice Than a Home City Bag

Got The Whole City Mad

Like I’m Up and Coming

But I’m Barely Standing Outta Being Nothing

Eating Something

Remember When I’d Sleep,
So My Stomach,
Wouldn’t Feel It Rumbling

Crocodile Dundy
Big Blade
On Me

3 Weapons In the Jacket and Sleeves

Just To Feel at Ease

I Could Never Feel Peace

In My Mind At Least

My Life
Goes Down Hill
Right The Second It Peaks

My Way

Or The Highway

Hit The High Road

Even I Know

I’ma Have To Change Some Day

I Make Money Rain
You Can’t Even Spare No Change

Only Reason You Depressed Learn To Maintain Pain

She Addicted To My White Stuff
Not Cocaine

…

(Chorus)

Enclosed In This Cold World
Like an Icebox

I Won’t Stop
‘Till i Can Become My Own Boss

Supply Shock
When I Rap
I Feel Like Tesla

Homie
Not the Car Though

Man You Really Are Slow


You Ain’t Get The Memo

Driving In the Whip Fast
Can’t See Me
Marco Polo

Get the Treasure Solo

Tryna Get My Ship Sailing
But I’ve Been Embargoed

Still Gon’ Move That Cargo

That Car Go

Vroom

(x2)

Icebox [shango] {lyrics}

STILL COUNTING (feat. HEL!) (prod. KAYDEE PRO)

everything by me🩸📹💯🧸

lyrics:

chorus:

bitch suck my dick
imma fuckin slit my wrist
make a wound and fuck the slit
gorey girl bleeding out quick
(2x)

excuse the blood
bullet in my head
suicidel snuff
im not enough
lookin like im dead
bleeding from cuts
yeh imma spill my guts
imma spill my guts
(2x)

verse:

hope my death makes more cents than my life
imma slit my wrist and imma bleed but i wont cry
gave that slut my meat right after she fuckin died
imma fuck a corpse then go commit suicide
bitch stop fuckin lying on my name its fuckin obvious 
suicidal bitch suck my dick its the sloppiest 
talkin on my gang, imma pull up with those hollow tips
pull up with a buckshot and leave that faggot spineless

chorus:

bitch suck my dick
imma fuckin slit my wrist
make a wound and fuck the slit
gorey girl bleeding out quick
(2x)

excuse the blood
bullet in my head
suicidel snuff
im not enough
lookin like im dead
bleeding from cuts
yeh imma spill my guts
imma spill my guts
(2x)

EXCUSE THE BLOOD [MAGGOT]

Shoutout to all the gang for there parts to make this happen there's more where this came from this is just the beginning make sure to follow everyone else!

ALL BEATS PROD BY: @zzrotten

Verse 1: NYUCTO @hudson-oren8

Verse 2: ERRXLSHUFFLEZZZ @errxlshufflw

Verse 3: HALFDEAD @halfdeadswampgod

Verse 4: GORECLOWN @goreclown

Verse 5: ZZROTTEN @zzrotten

ALLIANCE CYPHER FT. ZZROTTEN X GORECLOWN X NYUCTO X ERRXLSHUFFLEZZZ X HALFDEAD [ZZROTTEN]

HAHA

Art by @snuffcountry
Prod Facelesss

HOLLOW FUCKING BULLETS IN MY MAG ULTRA VIOLENCE
17 SHOTS FROM THE BACK BRING THE SILENCE
x2

BOMBS, BULLETS, MAKE HIM FUCKING DEAD
SHOULD'VE FUCKING LISTENED FAGGOT WHAT I FUCKING SAID
BREAK, NECKS, BURN HIS DEATHBED
SEE THAT FUCKER DANCING WE GON PUT HIM TO HIS END
BLOOD, GUTS, PUT HIM TO HIS PLACE
REMINGTON SLUG TO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FACE
RIP, TEAR, UNTIL ITS DONE
IF YOU FUCK WITH ME GONNA END UP IN THE MUD

HOLLOW FUCKING BULLETS IN MY MAG ULTRA VIOLENCE
17 SHOTS FROM THE BACK BRING THE SILENCE
x2

bullets
flying
in his fucking head
see that bitch acting stupid now hes fucking dead
bullets
flying
in his fucking head
ugly ass asshole make him eat some fucking lead
BULLETS
FLYING
IN HIS FUCKING HEAD
SEE THAT BITCH ACTING STUPID NOW HES FUCKING DEAD
BULLETS
FLYING
IN HIS FUCKING HEAD
UGLY ASS ASSHOLE MAKE HIM EAT SOME FUCKING LEAD
BREAK THAT BITCH OFF SEE YOU AT THE FUNERAL
C4 IN THE COFFIN THAT SHIT GONNA FUCKING KILL US ALL
SEE THE PARENTS CRYING IMMA GO AND FUCKING SET IT OFF
BIG ASS FUCKING SPLOSION ON THE NEWS IM A CRIMINAL

ULTRA VIOLENCE [FACE]

IWIKIWI EXCLUSIVE

LYRICS: PART 1

AY

HÄNDE IN DIE LUFT UND ICH DRÜCK AB

SCHIEßE 10 MAL MIT DER M4 JA ICH MACH DIE NACHBARN WACH

KEINER SIEHT UNS DENN WIR KOMMEN NUR IN DER NACHT

MIT DER IWIKIWI FREITAGS 15 30 IN DER GRAFT 

AY

MIT DEN HÄNDEN AN DER STANGE 

ZIEHE MICH NACH OBEN BIS ICH DICH DANN ENDLICH FANGE 

UND ICH GLAUB ICH KRIEGE KRÄMPFE, VIELLEICHT HALT ICH NICHT MEHR LANGE

BIN HIER OBEN JA ICH KÄMPFE DOCH BALD HOL ICH MIR EUCH ALLE 

AY

LANGSAM DOCH SICHER VERRÜCKT 

FÜHLE MICH GANZ WIRR IM KOPF JA MEINE GLOCK SIE WIRD GEZÜCKT 

KRIEGE LANGSAM BISSCHEN ANGST ICH GLAUB DAS ALLES IST MISSGLÜCKT 

BIN DER KÖNIG, IHR DIE BAUERN, HAB MEIN KÖNIGREICH IM GRIFF

AY

HÄNDE IN DIE LUFT UND ICH DRÜCK AB

SCHIEßE 10 MAL MIT DER M4 JA ICH MACH DIE NACHBARN WACH

KEINER SIEHT UNS DENN WIR KOMMEN NUR IN DER NACHT

MIT DER IWIKIWI FREITAGS 15 30 IN DER GRAFT 

PART 2

ICH GLAUB ICH SEH NICHT RICHTIG ODER GIBST DU WIRKLICH JETZT SCHON AUF 

HIER BEI (HOOD TRAINING) SCHALTEN WIR DIE UNERWÄHLTEN AUS

BALLER ALLES IN DIE LUFT 

SCHIEßE ALLE AUS DEM HAUS 

ICH KENN DA PAAR RUSSEN DIE GEBEN DIR SOFORT EIN FAUST


WENN ICH SAGE FREITAG 15 UHR DANN MACH AUCH KEINEN SCHEIß 

MIT DEM MESSER IN DER TASCHE BEWEGST DICH AUF DÜNNEM EIS

SIND HIER ALLES BEI DEN STANGEN WIR VERGRÖßERN UNSER FLEISCH

HÖREN NICHT AUF BIS WIR NICHT MEHR ATMEN KÖRPER IST VOLL SCHWEIß






IN DER GRAFT

(intro)
SO MUCH SWAG, 
SO MUCH SWAG, 
SO MUCH-SO MUCH-SO MU-MU-MU

UGH, BULLETS IN HIS HEAD YEA
THIS NIGGA PUSSY, WHATS THE FUCKIN' BET YH

"my special, special boy. you know what your gift is? no matter what they do to you, you can never die."
(rotten , Insta-Kill)

YUH , YUH ,YUH , YUH , YUH , YUH ,YUH , YUH 
YUH, FUCK UP ON UR BITCH, AHHHHHH

THROWIN' NADES BACK (BACK-BACK)
IF THAT PUSSY WANT OUR SMOKE GET HIS RIBS CRACKED (CRACKED)
YUH, FUCK, SNORTIN' THE BONES (BONES)
GOT A PHONE, ONES FRAUDULENT, OTHERS FOR THE HOES

BLOW HIM UP, YUH B-BLOW HIM UP 
DRAINING MY GLOCK
YUH B-BLOW HIM UP
DRAINING MY GLOCK
SO WE BLOW HIM UP (UP)
UGH, PULLIN' UP I SMOKE HIS PACK UGH (YUH)
INFILTRATE THE COMPOUD W NO BACK UP

Yuh, then we leave him in a body bag
So much swag,
So much swag,
So much-much-much,
So much fuckin' swag nigga
Uh, bullets in his head yuh
Uh, niggas pussy whats the fuckin' bet, yh

WE CAN PULLUP WITH THOSE GUNS
FLANK AROUND W MY TANK, ACP IN UR GUTS
WHAT U WANT? IMA FUCKIN' PULLUP IMA GIVE UR THROAT SOME CUTS

"uh, i'm a doctor, uh, she, uh came home last night, husbands in Connecticut. and uh, she was supposed to go to work at 9'0 Clock. I was on my way to the work place, so i swung by and she's dead on the floor. and theres a hammer on the side and she's bashed in the back of the head."

Sponsored by FaZe

#SWAG [ROTTEN]

not dropped like 2 months again, lol
ty @kysoniduskkk for feat

cover by / @killentityy
mix master / klevela / onidusk
prod by / klevela

HATRED w/ Onidusk [klevela]

Self Destruction

Verse 1
Another mother weeps, her world torn apart,
Her child is gone, and she can't restart.
They ask how he did it, why he held a gun,
But answers are hidden, and the damage is done.

Pre-Chorus
They’re fragile, they’re young, they’re lost in the dark,
They follow the whispers, a voice lights the spark.
With drugs in their veins and thoughts they can't hold,
A nightmare unfolds as the story is told.

Chorus
It’s mind control, it’s twisted and real,
They take the weak and the wounds never heal.
Voices that echo, commands in their head,
A push to the edge, and then innocent dead.

Verse 2
"Demons," he said, told him what to do,
Whispered and guided till the horror was through.
Microwave hearing, synthetic sounds,
Invisible chains that keep pulling down.

Bridge
Parents left mourning, lost in their grief,
Struggling to breathe, no sense of relief.
They molded these children, took over their minds,
To serve hidden plans in tragic designs.

Chorus
It’s mind control, it’s twisted and real,
They take the weak and the wounds never heal.
Kids pulled to darkness, by forces unseen,
In classrooms now lost to a cold machine.

Verse 3
Psychotropic drugs—they numb and they bind,
Make the young malleable, control their mind.
Turned into pawns, led down a path,
Left to bear society’s wrath. 

Hands in their backpacks, but they don’t even know,
An AR-15’s hidden, as they’re forced to the show.
They walk through the doors in a mindless trance,
Eyes glazed over, like they’re caught in a dance.

Step by step, no questions asked,
Following voices behind every task.
They’re loaded and primed, but they don’t see why,
Pawns in a game with a blank, hollowed eye.

Chorus
It’s mind control, it’s twisted and real,
They take the weak and the wounds never heal.
Voices that echo, commands in their head,
A push to the edge, and then innocent dead.

Outro
Who gains from the horror, who pulls the strings?
Who benefits when a broken soul sings?
Parents and families torn by the lie,
As freedom slips and rights start to die.

HAHA

KHAON

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