I'm 17 going on 18 not Def yet my sis is 14 going on 15 alr Def bro

my deaf friends understand what they were saying more or less from the bass my speakers threw up all over them

This would destroy my speakers if a bt this song bro

EAT UR FRUIT (prod. bumboi)

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YUNG-RARE ☢️  - BLOWCAINE! W/ 94BRIZZY (Prod. Brian Spencer & Shoki)

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)

CHUNGE MUNGE

"CHUNGE MONGE" Feat. Kill Dyll (prod.pranav)

SUPPORT JACKSON

SOUNDCLOUD
@jackkkkk-989558791
SPOTIFY
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INSTA
www.instagram.com/jacksonrose26/?hl=en

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)

pranav.wav

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

SUPPORT GASHUM

SOUNDCLOUD
https://soundcloud.com/gashum
SPOTIFY
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INSTA
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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

SUPPORT PRANAV

SOUNDCLOUD
@pranavwav
SPOTIFY
open.spotify.com/artist/3lF1kjL5n…IP?autoplay=true
INSTA
www.instagram.com/pranav.wav/?hl=en
YOUTUBE
www.youtube.com/c/pranavwav

JFK.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll & Pranav.Wav 2022

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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)

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