BLOODSTAIN ft. KILL DYLL

R.I.P

ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED

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

GTFOMF

GTFOMF (feat. Kill Dyll)

You’re such a fuck up

Get on your knees & suck all my nut up

Bitch you can get fucked

I’m tired of all of your shit



You’re so invasive

You’re a replacement

You are not real

How could you feel?

How with a heart so black

How when you be so whack



Bitch I go tit for tat

I’ll Break your wrist

I’ll smack your face

I’ll kiss your lips



Cause it’s game to me

I like to play angrily 

I am a demon saint to see

I ball wit god, snapping his ankles

I don’t do selfies, fuck all these angles

Satan himself, married an angel

Fuckin the world, I’m goin anal

I’m goin crazy



Bitch it’s onsight
Stabbed in the chest wit a pick made of ice
Evidence would be gone by the end of the
Said a diss now he’ll fall to the edge of my knife

He a riddance so I wouldn’t really fidget if he die
Got him pleading for his life, not on sentimental vibes
Gonna visit in your mind like I was Freddy the whole time
Should be wishing to survive I’m bouta confiscate your life



I’m doing something… bash your head you’ll remember nothing

I won’t stop cuz the blood keep rushing

I won’t knock at the door I bust in

Your life is useless, living in an illusion

People be Medusa, send em to Anubis

Bitch who the hell, told you to try me I’m perfect like cell

See your death your face go pale

Nobody will live to tell, demon I got 9 tails

Keep your ego around your face, I’ll make sure that your organs fail

Make him go missing no one found him now he on a carton of milk

Fake sum shit up on the gram I’ll show you wtf is real

I’m doing something… bash your head you’ll remember nothing

I won’t stop cuz the blood keep rushing

I won’t knock at the door I bust in

Your life is useless, living in an illusion

People be Medusa, send em to Anubis

Bitch who the hell, told you to try me I’m perfect like cell

See your death your face go..





I MAY BE CRAZY BUT I’M ALSO SMART AS FUCK

MAKIN ME THE BIGGEST THREAT

WE IN VEGAS PRESS YOUR LUCK

ROBIN HOOD, YOU FRIAR FUCK

Waist banding, while I’m sucked



Find out if I keep it tucked

I’m not asking questions

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

You is soft

That’s why you lose

You lack any resolve

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

UPPER MOON DEATH THREAT

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

Scorched Earth

y i hav no frnds

y i hav no frnds (feat. Kill Dyll)

FEAST

ANTAGONIST

LEACH

F U IN ADVANCE!

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lyrics-
this lame sounds like a hater

drag a young stunnerman

you nostalgiabaiter

tamagochi in your jeans

motorolla made the scene

if i could use this diesel in my pen i'd make sure that it bleeds

doc marten boots aren't breaking in
i walk in pain, the lights go dim
i'm closing off the curtains cause the winter sun will burn my skin

my raf, virginia creeper
this rick, i got from bieber
my fur coat says rihanna
but this cheque got cleared by peta

couldn't give less a fuck about opinion just keep em to yourself
you're wearing archive off the internet that's bottom shelf
my dior homme came with a name tag saying Hedi S
you're wearing cargos trynna stunt out with this old DS

i'm switching channels for nostalgia

03 baby live my life the crazy way, they try to tell me

they try to say my tunes jumanji, the words all started popping out the board i'm off a bean i tell em  

my lover's now a hater

ed hardy on your denim

you nostalgiabaiter

that walkman in your jeans

bold like britney on the scene

can't be sampling out these tunes no more three six will make me bleed

333NOSTALGIA BAITER

Kill Dyll
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓

F U IN ADVANCE!

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐥