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FEAR NO GOD! (FT, NIKKO, DAEGHO, K.I.D)

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"JESUS LOVE YOU BUT I DON'T"(prod. pranav)

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)

pranav.wav x Kill Dyll - "SMOKE OPPS NOT CIGS"(prod. pranav + kill dyll)

ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED

"ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED" (prod. pranav)

FVCK LIVING [PROD. KYOTO KAMI]

NX FACE.©
All Rights Reserved
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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BAKI // ROT©
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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)

2001©
All Rights Reserved
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

2001

Stream - https://too.fm/d6qamxx
Hosted by : Scream Rap
produced by : @CRMSYN

Lyrics:

God 
Aye shoutsout my block in this bitch (Gang)
Know what’s going on
Yuh aye, gang gang gang 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

Stitches on your mouth, don’t want no lip 
I’m outside, just wanna rip bitch
Both my wrists look fucking sick 
Slit pattern for the drip 
Disc shattered from the kick 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

If you’re 2 years old can’t give a fuck, can’t trust a fuckin soul
I’ll put a bullet through a fucker I don’t trust, don’t wan’t see ‘em old
I’ll put hollow through your grandma if she actin really bold
I’ll put a bullet through your pitbull if he looking fuckin swole
Dyll is crazy like heart attack
Pop a vein inside my mother fuckin neck
All these fucker’s really wanna be the best
But they nothing more than a just couple pest’s
I’m the best with the pesticides, insecticide 
Direct another pest or fly, I question life
Like what am I doin I know I’m flawed but pursuing
Everything I can in this life, all ruins
All fake all foes i’ll break all toes
You mother fuckers lame
I put fucker taking shit right down the mother fuckin range
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you fucker sounds the same
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you always passing blame

He thought he could run, from the lead
And it still filled him
Bitch you ain’t gon live through the night 
I’m with Kill Dyll
Make her fucking lick it off that carpet when that blood spill 
Shotty fucking hit him in his stomach, make him cartwheel (Fuck)
I know that I make em nervous 
Molly up the bank
Like will he live, nobody knows for certain
I could resurrect him a savior
Your block get taped up with caution 
And i’m feeling nauseas cause

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

BAKI // ROT (ft. Gashum)

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