DON'T CHOKE [FEAT. JV73]

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

S!CK FVCK.©
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Kill Dyll 2022

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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

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

FVCK LIVING [PROD. KYOTO KAMI]

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BAKI // ROT©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

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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)

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

Cat Nap

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