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RIP.©
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Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Independent fucker I've never been so benevolent
These fuckers really struggling for relevance unsettling
Ketamine amphetamine
These fuckers really peddling 
some petty ass drugs
some petty ass thugs
more laced than a converse
I conversate with nobody
I don't complicate no fuddy
No fucks to give
Run it up like a buck or two
Fuck it up take it back a few
know I'm numb don't care for you
So dumb won't die for you

REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS

Sedated
Sleepin on those who always been hatin
dominate this shit its undebated
fake fuckers act like we're so relate
its unequated
I stay sedated

(Jackson Rose)

I am not a one trick pony
Too many voices out my mouth, you do not know me
Some might sound rational; they’re on sabbatical
Today my demons get theatrical

Flipping the script
I’m a victim to sickness
Itching to dump this shit in your playlist

Wanna make everyone ponder why I woulda made this
Spitting the venom, I’m fucking butchering your ears bitch

Ah woah
What did you feel?
The presence within your bedroom is real
Peer into darkness under your mattress
I am your fear
incarnate, I’M NEAR

REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS

RIP.(ft. Jackson Rose)

This is a song off the Album sixty se7en

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ghxst.©
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Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

I'm trying
Deep inside my mind
I'm Dying

I know I'm not alone but
Why me

I hope one day I go
I'm feelin like a ghost

I'm all alone
I'm all alone
In a room full of people I feel like a needle I know I'm unknown

Always avoiding me life with no home
my hearts not a toy to me still it gets thrown

back on the burner my lungs are to short
stutter my breath cuz' there's no fuckin hope

And I care too much
In despair too much

Cover emotions they never will show
Fuck it I'm shunned when I cope

Fuck it I live with no hope
My purpose has been overthrown

forgotten I'm stuck on the rope
I swallow the love I don't feel

ghxst.

ghxst. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

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Lyrics

Fuck your degree
I'm makin 800
And spittin in C's
These pussies confronted
I'm just a disease
Killin my opponents
I don't give a fuck what you say you're a 
RODENT!

Aimin at his stomach and I turn him to a donut
If I'm gettin money Imma get a smile sewn in
Cut to the chase I'm the one with the cheddar
Put him in a maze he ain't know any better
Kill Dyll on a killing spree
I'm in too deep
You really wanna talk to me
Get lost bc
I'm sick of all you gossipy
lip glossing' Bs
apostrophes
flipped back makin commas out you constantly

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK

(XTAHC Verse)

Uh, XTAHC the death of me,
will prolly be
the best day for my enemies
I'm planning B
like a nigga during pregnancy
soprano c
when a nigga mom is screamin please
you R I P E,
don't forget to eat,
dumb nigga fruit fell off the tree
gun bullet shoot right his artery
now pardon me

YUH

HIT EM WITH A 3 1 4 1 5.
IF YOU UNDERSTAND I AINT TALKIN BOUT PI.
PULL OUT MY BLADE AND THEN HIT IN HIS EYE.
YOU GOT A PROLLEM? LETS TAKE IT OUTSIDE.
I DONT WANNA HEAR YA AINT GOT TIME FOR YA BULLSHIT.
AFTER I HIT YOU I EMPTY A FULL CLIP.
NOTHING EVEN MATTERS I SAY A BUNCH OF RUDE SHIT.
YOU WANNA SHOOT ME THEN NIGGA COME DO IT.

(Chorus)

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK

(Pranav.Wav Verse)

Hey

Where did the music go?

Put it Back

Yeah
Yeah
YEAH

FUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FVCK LIFE.

FVCK LIFE. (ft. XTAHC & Pranav.Wav)

Lyrics

Came back just to kill and commit war crimes
Fuckers try to cut me they don't know my ties
I don't wanna battle
Wanna bleed of him of his life
If you step on my toes I'll gut you with my knife

Oh these fuckers obsessed
Oh these fuckers obsessed
They want all of my blood and won't settle for less
RIP HIS HEART THROUGH HIS CHEST
RIP HIS HEART THROUGH HIS ---------

Blood on your hands
10 bullets to your face
Fuck you and your friends
Imma leave em all to rest
Stomp out his head
And treat him like a pest
Imma take 20 bullets
Then cave out his chest

Anyone's villainous
Bring em down to my level
Is bringing down to the devil
never surrounded by gentle ass mother fuckers
are duckin just to get hit by the dozen
growin up hated by others
I never needed what wasn't already
cut up unloved and 
I'm just a shell with a spirit
Always been cussin and fearing that I'm the reason I'm bleeding
Always been fucked up believing that I could see more in people
Now I'm just stuck with these problems with no one else that can solve em 
And if you see me still coughin its cuz I been in withdrawal since all of these thoughts in my consciousness getting tangled by offerings that been made by the devil somebody get me a shovel, I'm tryna bury my struggles in 20 tons worth of gravel

WHAAT

20 TIES TO UNRAVEL
TURNING LIFE TO A BATTLE
ILL FUCKING STEP ON YOUR NECK
IF IT CAN GET ME A PADDLE
AND MAKE IT BACK TO A FRAGILE CASTLE
RULED BY A BROKEN MASTER
IM COPING WITH ROPE AND LAUGHTER
IM HOPING FOR MORE DISASTER

BLOOD
DO IT ALL FOR THE BLOOD
DO IT ALL FOR THE PAIN
IM OFFING MY LOVE
IM GOING INSANE
IM GOING INSANE

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
10 BULLETS TO YOUR FACE
FUCK YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS
IMMA LEAVE EM ALL TO REST

STOMP OUT HIS HEAD AND TREAT HIM LIKE A PEST
IMMA TAKE 20 BULLETS THEN CAVE OUT HIS CHEST

D13.

D13. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

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POISON.©
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Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

My Flow is sicker than most
keepin the peace while grippin a pole
Sendin my enemies all into heaven
Cuz fuck it I mind as well get my own vengance

I got his neck under my foot
Like that fuckers just a denominator
Divide him into two then dispose of his body
Litter later

Exterminated you're mutilated
Like you was fuckin Vader
Investigate the uneducated
Hey look we're on the paper

I've got Poison in my veins
Fuckin sick of lames
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim

get this through yo fuckin skull like when im rainin down with mags
linin up the bodies in the bags and clip em with the tags
caught him outside shoppin with his louie guccie prada bag
know he scared by body lang
holo make my 40 sang
it gon make yo ear drum rang
found out where he stay and where he work i saw his forearm tat
follow the way his car go and made sure he dont make it back
took a fuckin photo just to frame, it make my happy last

What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim

Sittin on your ass blowin vapor and commentating
bout how I'm supposed to do what I do
You're nobodies savior
I push my pain and anger through pen and paper lil kid
It's sad to see your vocabulary consists of mid

Plenty inches so plenty haters can fuckin suck it
Petty morals and plenty bullets all of you ducking
Pistol whip your dumb decision
Breaking down these fuckers prison
Always on my mind is violent minds
and getting across my vision

Dont you understand they dont want you to fuckin think
Keep you occupied and dividing you to the brink

Red or blue who fuckin cares
its all the same not fuckin fair
you're all to blame by sitting there and doing nothing
But compare inane decisions
All but care
Weeks from now you all forget by drinking smoking
all regret
Fuck you all too far from best

What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim
What the fuck is your name
Fuck do you claim

POISON

POISON. (ft. Pranav.Wav)

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Lyrics

YOURE SO FUCKIN SPINELESS
SPINELESS
WATCH YOU FUCKIN HIDE BITCH
SPINELESS
SPINELESS
WATCH YOU FUCKIN HIDE BITCH

IM SO GOD DAMN SICK
OF THESE FUCKIN INERTABRATES
TALKIN HELLA SMACK 
where the fuck is your common sense

blade between your eyes
watch you lose your own mind again
all you fuckers dumb
wanna kill everyone of them


take a pic of all my victims
post it up all on my Instagram
haters talking shit
luckily I'm never listening

sick of all these hypocritical 
cynacle fuckers
pissing on your grave
you mother fuckers always duckin

paint their brains up on the ceiling
turn you to a happy tree friend
if you really been getting paid
you better give me a percentage

you a fake
nothing but blood
and a snake

nothing but cuts on my brain

cuts on my wrists
I'm been so tired of this

fuckers that cross me
won't cross me again

I’m nasty with the rapping I’m boutta make em regurgitate
I’m laughing when I stab em, these bastards ain’t got a vertebrae
you capping if you actually think that
you never heard of me
the brand it been established, the king is back and resurfacing,

I couldn’t control my anger, they better contact emergency
I hope these rappers get mad enough to come murder me cause they think they a match but I’ll burn their asses to third degree
I’m executing them all in person as sign of courtesy 

WHOLE BUNCH OF FAKES THATS ALL I SEE, 
NOTHING BUT SNAKES
WE AIN’T THE SAME, 
I DON’T FUCK WITH THIS SCENE
I WANT EM TO BLEED
IM GIVING EM PERMANENT SLEEP

Yeah, y’all so fucking cowardice in my presence you’re powerless
go head and keep on commenting
I’ll be taking your oxygen
the time of death we document
fade and remain anonymous
keep all your fake ass compliments 
fuck you I say with confidence 


YOURE SO FUCKIN SPINELESS
SPINELESS
WATCH YOU FUCKIN HIDE BITCH
SPINELESS
SPINELESS
WATCH YOU FUCKIN HIDE BITCH

YOURE SO FUCKIN SPINELESS
SPINELESS
WATCH YOU FUCKIN HIDE BITCH
SPINELESS
SPINELESS
WATCH YOU FUCKIN HIDE BITCH

SPINELESS.

SPINELESS. (ft. PRXJEK) (Prod. Kill Dyll)

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Lyrics

I'm so sick of these copies
Knowing that I'm nothing better
I put these parts in epoxy 
I'm livin dark like I'm donny

Might dismember a body
I never fuck with them anyway
If I had any hobbies it is to murder the industry
I don't fuck with these labels
That's why I keep them right under me with their hand in the jar
And their eyeballs stuck in the cutlery

I dont care what you say
Leave the rotten out to dry

Cut out negativity
Like a butcher with a knife

I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say

Flesh in the basement
Always been cut by the hated
All of these fuckers been killed by their lack of ambition
Incision inside of their neck dead
Makin it rain led
Makin the dead bleed
And makin the lakes red
Fuckers that hate me are nothing but loose steps
Nothing but who cares
Sharin no food left
Starvin the unfed with nothin but kool aid
I'm aidin the loose heads with thoughts that are imbred

(Jackson Rose's Verse)

Passing down your hate
Is like passing passing down your genes
Duplicate your frail frame of inconsistencies

I dont care what you say
Leave the rotten out to dry

Cut out negativity
Like a butcher with a knife

I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say
Care what they say

Somethin inside of my head
Is sayin I'm better off dead
I'm better off fillin the void with feelings revealing my poise
In violent crimes imbalanced lies
I never wanna hear your voice or see your face
I can't believe you think this way your such a waste
I really wanna cut your neck and leave you dead

I don't care what they say
care what they say
I don't care what they say
care what they say
I don't care what they say
care what they say
I don't care what they say
care what they say

The Butcher. (ft. Jackson Rose)

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Lyrics

I love to watch the blood crawl
Down their face
Horror pinned inside their eyes
Heart starts to race
Please don't try to test my fuckin patience
You're such a waste
If you wanna give me something special
Give me some space

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

(Gashum's Verse)

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

I wanna rip that smirk
Off his face
Leave him in a ditch
To decay

I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you

I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you
I wanna see you

CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL
CRAWL

CRAWL

CRAWL. (ft. Gashum) (Prod. Kill Dyll)

This song was Co-Produced by Kill Dyll and Pranav.Wav
Everything down to the cover art was collaborated on

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JFK.©
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Kill Dyll & Pranav.Wav 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Say good night
Cuz' this 45 tucked
Aim down sight
Imma drain that blood

Imma donate brains
To your car headrest
JFK
You don't need no vest

Bitch!

Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace

Givin a motherfucker what they need
Not what they want
They need to shut the fuck up
So their teeth is what I stomp

Watch him su su studder
When I'm changing up my tone
Dyll is the beheader
If you try to take my throne

Overthrown the lames
So now I'm at where I belong
He's blessed fuckin breathing
But he's not blessed for very long

Fuck you, your façade, is showing like its bomb
I'm blowing up like the taliban
Tally up all my arms
I'm constantly underfire
I'm wired to kill em all
You fuckers are petty liars
Imma purging em til I'm gone

You got a big ass forehead
Fuck you feelins im morbid
Runnin my church no Mormon
Tie him to the car and floor it
Kill a whole man and move on
Sippin that tea that oolong
Hate little kids like Kumon
Hole in yo head don't move wrong

Holo through his head if he talk about some goofy shit
Lay him down with lead hoe in a hooligan
Who again I'm the the nigga that would go and shoot again
Find where you stay burn your crib make you move again
I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I

Obviously probably a mufuckin prodigy
Hold the gun solemnly keep yo apology
Skin him to death and then watchin his body bleed
Killing that boy for a want and not just the need
When you with me make sure you talkin properly
You are not human to me you my property
Been a whole god so nobody is stoppin' me
Pastor pranav or at least call me father p

Kick from the k got my wrist feelin sore
I got holo after holo leave that boy on the floor
Imma kool aid man through the wall or a door
Put the knife to his head till he dead kill the whore

I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I
I don't know so I am slow el ey dying
Talk bout the smoke but you always just typing
Sharpen my nails but this world has been filing
Walk what I talk and bitch and I'm always smiling

JFK - Kill Dyll x Pranav.Wav (Prod. Kill Dyll + Pranav.Wav)

S!CK FVCK.©
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Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Imma shoot
If he flinch
Just an inch
That's a mistake (Missed take)
Ribcage
Split open his chest just like I'm Liu Kang
Spittin fire
Draggin(dragon)
All of my dead ops like I'm still on an island
When shits gettin violent I know that you silent
cuz there's only one real survivor

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

All my enemies are really just todlers
tuck em in to sleep with no posture
do not try to look at me I'm no model
Lookin at my role no fold, I'm not proper
what the fuck you want from me
I'm honestly so fuckin sick 
You condescending pricks
get off my dick
I'll sucker punch your fuckin face and leave your body fuckin stiff

Put a quarter sized hole in his chest
Call it payback that's my revenge
Fuckers wanna play like this is chess
I been deep blue, while you're gettin pressed

Fuckers been livin in prison
I'm gettin the bread
Lookin at heaven I'm dead and I'm never gettin in
Fuckers been telling me that i'm better off dead
Noted, I know that you never gettin any head

Bitch I ain rich so what
Everybody act so tuff
Imma leave em all fucked up
Imma leave em all fucked up

Bitch I ain rich so what
Everybody act so tuff
Imma leave em all fucked up
Imma leave em all fucked up

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

S!CK FVCK

TOKYO GHOUL!©
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Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Dyll feelin bitter again he diggin the pen to his socket
lookin at him and I see him beggin me to stop it
I live for revenge I'm off of the hinge and I love it
Treating my iron like I've been fire, IM SMOKING

TOKYO GHOUL HOW I RIP UP HIS CHEST
FUCKERS DONT LIVE PAST MY AIM CUZ I'M BLESSED
SCOPIN HIM DOWN THEN IM TAKIN HIS BREATH
THESE FUCKERS ARE CLOWNS SO I TREAT EM LIKE PESTS

I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a

Take somebody's vision precision I never miss
If you think I'm fuckin playin I'm sayin I never kid
Talkin all that smack will get a mother fucker hit
That's why I keep these millimeters on my mother fuckin hip

dyll has been pissin
never forgiving all you motherfuckers
trippin not sipping 
I'm never living with you motherfuckers

me and you are different
I never wanted to love another
radio silence 
I been defiant to you mother fuckers

tokyo ghoul how I'm taking what's left
you fuckers that play with me
playing with death
bitch I'm not like you
I'll fight til I'm dead
bitch im not like you
ill fight til im dead

TOKYO GHOUL HOW I RIP UP HIS CHEST
FUCKERS DONT LIVE PAST MY AIM CUZ I'M BLESSED
SCOPIN HIM DOWN THEN IM TAKIN HIS BREATH
THESE FUCKERS ARE CLOWNS SO I TREAT EM LIKE PESTS

Fuck what they think
What they say I'm a god
Puttin this 9 right inside of his eye
Pussie don't press me I'll leave you dismembered
You prolly don't know me I'm cold as December I'm Dyll

Fuck your feels
Fuck these bitches
Never real
Never real

TOKYO GHOUL! (Prod. Kill Dyll)

NX FACE.©
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Kill Dyll 2023

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

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𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

If that pussy think he cold
Here's robitussin
I'm sick of all these nothins actin like they onto somethin
Motherfucker watch them fold
Like he was bluffin
Stomp out his esophogus
Now there's no damn discussion

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

Dyll is the enemy
Wanted for fame and defending me
Fuckers are really deceiving me
Funny you fuckers all really just envy me
I don't need pennies
I need you to die
You can not stop me by offering dimes
Mother fucker really wanted to die
Grantin that wish
And I'm splittin his mind
Pertain to the vein inside his brain
Fuck it Imma bang like a aneurysm ay
Mother fuckers lame I don't play with the k's
Only one more that would make it racisist 
I don't play with bassist
Only play with bass
Give me room I need some fuckin space
6 Decibel ain't enough to play
And I don't bluff Ok?
but I will fuck your day
Put a 45 right inside his brain

Watch him run when I fuckin spray
Duck and cover you will fuckin pay
You're the roach and I'm the fuckin raid
You're the shit and I'm the 10 to Ace
Watch his life go right down the drain

Imma fuck your face with the damn 45
Lookin at the pain
And the pain don't mind
Mother fuckers so damn sick in the brain
Look at the fuckers that runnin the bank
Look at the fuckers that runnin your time
Takin your money and takin your life
Lining up pockets with commas of mine
Fuck I might leave em deceased in my mind

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE

NX FACE. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

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Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

We are not the fuckin same
Don't compare me to no copies
No competition, Cuz I killed them like I'm Baki

Nobodies talk, all I hear is the static
Actin all hard, til they hear automatics
Pray to your God, if you got one then stop it
I'm sick of the fuckers, that talk like they got it

Talkin that shit say it once then he froze
Saying it twice, get him shot akimbos
Thirsty for cloud, like you fuckers are Hoes
Get off of my dick, lil bitch you get hosed 

Leave me alone
I hate when I see that you’re calling my phone
You all did me wrong
You talked down on me right inside of my home
I cut to the bone
To feel anything cause i’m always so numb
I pull out the gun and place it right inside my mafucking dome

I don’t care what you say
Look into my eyes do you think I fucking play
I know 100 different ways I could take apart your face
I hope you know I'd never lack I keep a blade right on my waist okay

I do all this for fun
I got this bitch on her knees like a nun
you pussy i know if i pull up you’ll run


Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin

Came with the flows
Never came for the Hoes
Fame til it blows
Propane to the nose

Fuck what they think
What they say
What they know
Cocaine in the brain of the lames and the foes

Duckin n fuckin up all the fakes til they go

Mother fuckers are lucky I'm feelin great
Overdose

Can you run it I wonder 
You lookin slow in the dome

Put a 40 inside of it then we wait til it blows

Wait til the fade put a Cave in his face

Mother fuckers wanted pain you God damn disgrace

Illuminati I'm catching body on body

I never thought he was salty only wanted a hobby

Shout the pastor he claiming the south
My brother in Europe Kiraw is about to take over anyways

Fuck all the clout
We make it the petty way with or without 

Never came for the money only came for the woes
Rain for the funny 23s to the dome

We makin the money makin capitol
If that boy keep on cappin
I'm cappin his dome

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

BAKI // ROT (ft. Gashum)

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Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Kick my mother fuckin jaw
I dont wanna feel a thing
Put me in a cage
Lock me up with all the beasts
So gone
Ive been feeling so lost
Pump me full of chemicals
I wanna be gone

Look into my eyes and tell me just what you see
I been feelin pain
I never wanted to breathe
What youve really done is nothin but od
What you really want is nothing  but money
I never wanted to live
I never wanted to seethe
But seeing you makes me sick

Im sick of the same shit
Im sick of the same friends
Im sick of the same fuckers
That tellin me im dead
Tell me im sick

Fuckin it up
Im runnin it up
moneys never been better
I know that theyre gettin fed up
But pockets are getting setup
From medicine
All these sedatives makin me really pedaling
Drugs that are fuckin federal 
Metals are steady sellin and

Suckin it up
I wonder what
Everybody will think
When they notice we are making a generation extinct

Givin them more pain
And giving them morphine
And making them more feens
The feens that want more things

Like fuck
I dont wanna know what you did
I dont wanna know what you think

God damn
I dont wanna know what you did
I dont wanna know what you think

Sick to my stomach
He wanted to fight
And he fought for the flag
But the flag undermines

Go to a war
With the barrel down range
Cuz He wanted to feel
Like a part of a change

But where is the change
In the kid that was killed
When Look at his face
And his name was Amir

He noticed the red and the beep
It was clear
He was a lamb for the nation of fear

Sent back to home
But his conscious was smeared
Vivid depictions of hell on a sphere

The war gave him pain that he needed to fix
Swallow the oxy prescribed, in 06
Hooked him til death
Cuz he couldnt forget
Amir was the age of his daughter
Whats left

Two countries in ruins
But one of thems rich
capitalism just thrives of the sick

Fight
Fight
Fight
Til the end
End
End
End

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐥

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