hollow can't stop
if he wanna not
deuce say bop
then they waterlogged
come along
who they gon' drop?
they ain't come around
pussy boy get shot
I kick a hundred rounds
keep it down
x2

motherfuckers low and talk about envy
10 feet, underneath the dirt
I bend the crust up when they send me
tempting...
running through the thoughts of all my endings...
blending...
cherishing the moments I hate spending...
unending...

but I live with all the shit I do
if you think that I regret
the shit that hurt me, then fuck you
I might bust up out the streets
and shoot your sheets and hit your crew
ain't my business what you do
while your girl at home ran through
ima motherfucking goon
you see me spotter? fuckin boom
certified a fuckin tomb
suicide up in my room
ima ride or fucking doom
until I fly up, hit the moon
a son inside they said its soon
from stuffing spiders in the womb
aye

KEEPITDOWN (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

Verse I: KillhOllOw 
Hollow ain’t hollow that’s bogus
He more like a Gash, I ain’t noticed
I told you my memories the motive
No xanny that fuck with my focus
I’m eyeing up, starving, at roaches
My bank account likes to erode this
Been fucking up brewing my potions
That’s poppy on top of some cold fish

Bitch he won’t come where we are
Bet
I just put 2 in your
Forehead
I don’t wanna talk till they’re all
Dead
Spent so much time trynna
Forget
Lonely boy wrapped in a
Corset
Shaping my organs I’m
Gorgeous
I don’t want top, we ain’t talked
Yet
I don’t want top, we ain’t talked
Babe

I can’t say more
It don’t hurt yet
Everyday I feel
More worthless
Blacking out
Closing the curtains
Tell me I’m nothing
I’m hurt bitch

I’m in your hood when it hit, got a visor
I got a ski mask, some Kevlar, a Nina
I might just roll in your crib with a sign up
Hollow said “give me your money or line up”
Back in this bih, weight to flip, wait, so kinda
Like pew, hit a fool cause he pipe up
I don’t wanna step, cause you slip, that’s a fine Bruh
Wake up in a ward with no mind, numb

Hollow should tell em
that I cannot take this shit
Logan be dying inside
Of that vapor pit
Breathing the fumes
That he said have been them
Hellish inscriptions inside
Of his cranium

Verse II: KillhOllOw
Help me get up out this prison
That I’m in at night
Decrypting my double vision
That might save my life
I’ll be here and then I’m missin
I’m a ghost but I’m alive
All these demons like to force depictions
No where I can hide

The pit is bottomless
As deep as irony gets
I need to draw the line
I’ll fall with time
And hang up for the night
I think it’s obvious
They’ll watch my body twitch
I’ll never see a sign
Just be entwined
And wake up with no light

SLEEPWALKDAGGERSHIFT (Prod. NETUH)

I feel like a piece of shit
Don’t really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I’m fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again

I’m flowing fast, I cut my neck
I’m dripping on your fucking set
Can’t get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I’d rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y’all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I’m possessed

Bro this life is not a test
This is torture at it’s best
Got some shit I can’t confess
It’d make you hate me more or less
Homie I’m a fucking mess
I couldn’t take all of this stress
You never know just where I mesh
I blend and turn the walls to flesh bitch

Tell them boys to test it
Come and get your neck slit
Come and get your head split
I just wanna see your brains
When I’m sipping on this red drip
After all the time invested
Am I still gonna need this vestige?
Motherfuckers think I’m hectic
I pop pop, they get the message

I’m borderline prophetic
Eyes red like they infected
I been floating through some galaxies
They lock when intersected
I never learn my lesson
Stay gripping on this weapon
Let you motherfuckers shatter me
I’m scattering my blessings

Don’t talk about
Don’t talk about it
Don’t talk about
Don’t talk about it

I feel like a piece of shit
Don’t really wanna speak of it
I hate myself, I’m fading quick
Hate what I see, it make me sick
Hate what I read and have to mix
I hate the breeze of glass in wind
It cut me up, I stitch the skin
And peel it open, bleed again

I’m flowing fast, I cut my neck
I’m dripping on your fucking set
Can’t get my cash and blow my check
Got friends I’d rather resurrect
I really sleep and wait for death
Y’all wonder why your boy depressed
I carved initials in my chest
I really think that I’m possessed

Don’t talk about
Don’t talk about it
Don’t talk about
Don’t talk about it

IDONTWANNATALK (Prod. NETUH)

Stomping through the gate
Searing flesh, I melt my face
I got demons by the lake
Y’all ain’t drowning me today
Ain’t no box for you to lay
Only dirt to fill your grave
Everyday I fucking pray
Oh let me feel my lungs deflate

I ain’t got no friends to see
Cause they all ghosts and memories
I pulled up on a half a g 
No gang, no smoke, not talking weed
I leave the scene a tragedy
For all the things I had to be
Like fire, smoke, and ashen breeze
I breathe in soot to match the key

Motherfuckers really think they know me
I get hostile
Bitch I’ll drag your homies and your bitch
Into my hostel
Red around my motherfucking carpet
Like a monster
Drugs in my veins, I ain’t felt in bouta month hoe
Rust in the chains that I’m shackled too
They unbroke
Motherfuckers really hate my mix
Half brown and blanco
Every step, another step, I’m dragging
Till the top close
Every depth, another depth I’m staring
At a black hole

Suck me through the wormhole
Spit me in a new dimension 
A mythical invention
Meeting God’s my intervention
Pulled apart, not intermeshing
Interstellar, inter-flexing
From that galaxy I mentioned
All you bitches just reflections

I walk amongst them demons
Y’all be tweaking
This shit real boy
I swear to god I’m fiending
Sensei speaking
Lend your ear boy
I’m creeping out the deep end
Wrist stay leaking
So I feel boy
I’ll end up in the cement
Thoughts stay reaping
Till I’m killed boy

Holy motherfucker
From the drugs
Not the praying
Only preying
On the slaying
Golden mane
I’m Super Saiyan
Hollow banging
Never hanging
Just hanging me up
For paying
All I’m saying
Is I’m singing
The ritual that I’m weighing
Show decaying
If I’m laying
And fucking up on your daem
Say my naem
Burst in flaems
I just slide my dick out the saem
Huffing paint
I never faint
I’m just welcoming y’all to pain
Yo here’s a vein
Here’s a drain
Ima leave the room, so get to it mane

IGOTALOTGOINGON (Prod. NETUH)

KillhOllOw x DNA Tru Lyricist - SHADOWREALM II (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

HARAKIRIKLIK - GHOSTBUSTER9MM (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

Fall asleep on shattered glass
Interrupt me when I’m dazing
It’s hollow bitch, I’m broken
Counting feet to meet the pavement
You’ll see me slipping me in
You ask your bitch, I’m phasing
I can’t think about my past
So I stay up and baking

I be blazing when they switching
Caused a lot of pain
Got a lot of quotes from bitches
Stuck up in my brain
Got a lot of friends I’m missing
Every fucking day
Got a lot of fam to visit
When I cross the plane

I be up and seeing spirits
I fear it, I know they doubting
Wonder why I can’t look in the mirror
Know nothing bout it
Rather take a cut to my larynx
And make a fountain
Let him keep his crown, teeth broken
Like where his mouth sits

Let me lay it out straight
Yeh, my bloodline miss a couple
I been walking with this weight
To help my dad, my fam, my uncle
I been poisoning my pace
I’ll leave my home in broken rubble
You can’t see it in my face
It’s hard to see, I keep it subtle

Aye it’s hollow bitch, I’m hoping
I’ll be dead and get up out this
That demon that be starving
Trynna roll up in a pound whip
Shattered glass and carpet
Picturesque, departed
Body lodged in twisted metal
Pieces in your garden

PHASINGTHROUGHSHATTEREDGLASS (Prod. BLEAK BEATS)

Pull up the chop
Put a dot in the scope
Bored with your comments
I’m smoking this dope
Aye I hate my life
But it won’t let me croak
I live for my family
That do it alone
Shoutout my abuela
She fresh off the boat
Brown in my skin
But it’s black in my soul
Run with them demons
We came up in snow
Raised in the frost
Hard to dig up them holes

Snakes in the grass
And they venomous
Checking when smoking
My cannabis
Shaking the bag up
Like can it hiss?
Doubling down when I’m spitting
It’s effortless
Here with the crown
Interrupting his excellence
Therapy? Talking to objects
Inanimate
Rolling a blunt with no seeds
Cause I planted it
Really be off of that shits
They can’t handle it

Pick me up and rush me to the charred
I be the blaze
Swimming like a shark to eat the shawty
In my gaze
Never know just what to say
Until I get her in a grave
I’m a demon, I’m a barber
I be running all them fades
Sweeney Todd a motherfucker
That be stepping out of place
Slice a neck and then dissolve
In the bottom of the bay
Till I’m burning all the photos
And the bodies looking gray
Go to sleep and then I’m dreaming
About them carving up my fate

Cashapp when I’m feeding
That’s a bonus
Mixing up that bud
In my components
Mixing all the blood up
Like I’m Kronos
Condiments and condoms
In her lotus
She already know
That I’m the coldest
Baby girl I wanna know
Your motives
Looking all my past up
Like it told us
Burning from the warmth
I hope he hold us

Glock got a switch
In the back of my pack
Put two in his face
Then I’ll say it’s a rap
Tripping on shrooms
In an alley, all black
I just ate up your bitch
In the dumpster with trash
Light up a blunt
Then I smoke till it’s ash
And then roll up another
I need me some hash
I’m deep in my sorrows
I can’t wait to pass
Asleep at the gallows
Rope tighten up fast

Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment
Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment bitch

ZORITA (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

You was mobbing like a bitch
In that trench coat
Okay I woke up in a ditch
Where my friends go?
Fucking blood up on my wrist
Like it's a fresh coat
Rocking kevlar when I twitch
Like I'm a on a mesh goat
You was mobbing like a bitch
In that trench coat
Okay I woke up in a ditch
Where my friends go?
Fucking blood up on my wrist
Like it's a fresh coat
Rocking kevlar when I twitch
Like I'm a on a mesh goat
Aye

Two rounds in that bitch
Throwing double shots
Blow a pound when you hit
Make your organs stop
Fucking drown in my drip
Let you gargle, pop
Lick my blade I take a sip
Before I smell the rot
Aye aye

Fucking with the gang
Don't know what to do
Half my homies rocking fangs
Tell em where to chew
I bleached the fucking drain
That I puked into
Hoe I run up with that flame
You catch a ducey doo
Ooo

You was mobbing like a bitch
In that trench coat
Okay I woke up in a ditch
Where my friends go?
Fucking blood up on my wrist
Like it's a fresh coat
Rocking kevlar when I twitch
Like I'm a on a mesh goat
You was mobbing like a bitch
In that trench coat
Okay I woke up in a ditch
Where my friends go?
Fucking blood up on my wrist
Like it's a fresh coat
Rocking kevlar when I twitch
Like I'm a on a mesh goat
Aye

You was mobbing like a bitch
In that trench coat
Okay I woke up in a ditch
Fucking blood up on my wrist
Like it's a fresh coat
Rocking kevlar when I twitch
Like I'm a
You was mobbing like a bitch

YODAWGIHEARDYOULIKETRENCHCOATS (SKILLHOLLOW REMIX) (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

I got ash on my jeans
Smoking backwoods
Look like Ash from E-D
In them back woods
Get that cash, get that green
Hope you strapped good
Put my trap, on the map
Back to back hoods

Grave beneath the autumn leaves
I just wanna go to sleep
Catch me floating in the breeze
From the secrets that I keep
Everyday I wakes a feat
Don't know how I stay on my feet
I've been broken over beats
Y'all understand why I'm elite

I'm the king of this shit
Melting crowns, shifting bricks
Sell my land to all my kids
That means y'all have a place to live
All y'all peasants make me sick
Y'all just that lice that make me itch
I'm barely trying to exist
While still succeeding more, ya dig?

Marble flesh, darkened tint
Looking like a source of static
Often stressed, sparking mint
Smoking like it's automatic
Feeling blessed, I ain't lint
Stuck in pockets, trynna have it
Burn the rest, take a hint
No one's trynna save the planet bitch

Grave beneath the autumn leaves
I just wanna go to sleep
Everyday I wakes a feat
Don't know how I stay on my feet
Catch me floating in the breeze
From the secrets that I keep
I've been broken over beats
Y'all understand why I'm elite

I got ash on my jeans
Smoking backwoods
Look like Ash from E-D
In them back woods
I'm the king of this shit
Melting crowns, shifting bricks
Marble flesh, darkened tint
Looking like a source of static
I got ash on my jeans
Smoking backwoods
Look like Ash from E-D
In them back woods
I'm the king of this shit
Melting crowns, shifting bricks
Marble flesh, darkened tint
Looking like a source of static
I got ash on my jeans (Look like Ash from E-D)
Smoking backwoods (In them back woods)

SOURCEOFSTATIC (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Bitch I got two short blades
Rosè, the way I taste it
Battle axe shifting weight
Don't get your face split
Running back rushing bags
The way I chase it
Coming back everyday
To lay to waste bitch

I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit
Got your homies in a tub with a bag of ice bitch
Run up on him with the gloves
Give his head a nice dent
Photoshop him with the doves
And all the homies I've sent

Shawty ratchet for a band
That's why I don't fuck with groupies
Rather hatching up a plan
To get to hoarding all these rubies
Posting pics up on the gram
And your bitch acting like she knew me
Saying action, she on cam
But she ain't acting for this movie

Slice and dice, I cut and creep
Digging dirt, I put em deep
Now everybody on your street
Got your face up on a tee
Can't be fucking with a G
They call me Mince, how bout a meet?
Yo I been running shit with cleats
Can't get a grip on what I sheathe

Ayo hollow pulling organs like a lasso uh
Throwing bodies in the mote on top my castle uh
All the shit inside my head became a hassle uh
There ain't nothing more to do inside my bastille uh
Think my chains are metaphoric? Bitch I'm shackled uh
Only freedom that I taste is when I'm astral uh
Fuck em, walking out my body, it's a vassal uh
Tripping, burning up this tree, don't wanna pass so uh

Heard they want me dead
So I had to bring it back bitch
Hit em with the razor
Like I'm Kung Lao with the hat trick
My bitch like Mileena
She no eater, she a bad bitch
I just stay in bed
I'm stretching pussy like elastic
Ever since a kid
I been a psycho, bitch I'm mad sick
Creeping out the covers
Smelling like some burning plastic
Hollow only hovers
Move electric, making magnets
Molten core of plunder
Spinning atoms, make a track list

Swerving off the motherfucking ounce bruh (what?)
Eden, default be my garden till the ground bruh (what?)
Fucking burn a bush of chronic, hearing sounds bruh (what?)
Like a fetus, amniotic, drip and drown bruh (what?)
I'll be spitting out these maggots till I'm found bruh (what?)
Got incisions in my brain to hold the crown bruh (what?)
Golden dishes, diamonds rings, it's all around bruh (what?)
Keep the king inside the castle, burn their towns bruh (what?)

EDENDEFAULT (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Baby where your mans at?
I go grab him
Baby hit my cashapp
I go stab him
Running up a fat stack
You just capping
Lay him in a grass mat
And start hacking

Bitch I'm gripping on the shotty
Brains and webs all on my Tommy
Black like widows crawling on me
In the dark, I'm taking bounties
Take my head, they wanna mount me
Why the fuck y'all talk around me?
Got a million ways to pop me
But nobody wanna drop me

Bitch I'm feisty like my Papi
Hit like trains, derail around me
Be East Palestine, I'm prolly
Gonna kill myself all sloppy
Really trynna drop a body
In the dark, I'm killing, rotting
Your bitch trynna slip me toppy
Then I'm back to fucking mopping

Slip in the back I'm Slasher Holly
Adding scars is like my hobby
Chopping a bitch up if he copy
Shoot for Cheddar like I'm Bobby
Dragging the carcass to the lobby
When your family stand around me
Dead and I'm talking the pound of my heartbeat
To fearing I've figured out how to stop me uh

I got organs in the back
And I'm peeling off the track bitch
Maggots in my path
When I pull you out your casket
Brush em off and laugh
While your skeleton is cracking
Shift my bones and graft
Changing forms like it's a habit

Bitch I really pack my blades okay
Off a pilly when I pop him to the bass okay
Razor blade around my vein
Make their face go grey
I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna stay
Bitch I really pack my blades okay
Off a pilly when I pop him to the bass okay
Razor blade around my vein
Make their face go grey
I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna stay
Bitch I really pack my blades okay
Off a pilly when I pop him to the bass okay
Razor blade around my vein
Make their face go grey
I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna stay

Sifting through my baggage
Let cadavers sing my passage
Muffled sounds from under plastic
Turn to gargles when I'm manic
I just kill so I don't panic
Soul of black, repair the damage
Solar panel sourcing planets
So my energies replenished uh

Go bump SOURCEOFSTATIC
Drop a toaster from your boat
Watch em wriggle all around me
Till their bodies start to float
Everything feel fucking tragic
Human life a fucking joke
Swear to God when I'm in session
Omnipresence can't behold

Baby where your mans at?
I go grab him
Baby hit my cashapp
I go stab him
Running up a fat stack
You just capping
Lay him in a grass mat
And start hacking

I got vatos like a kingpin
I'm not laughing
If you walking up with 8 men
We not scrapping
I'll just pull up with the A-10
And start blasting
I done seen the deaths of great men
And I was happy

Baby where your mans at?
I go grab him
Baby hit my cashapp
I go stab him
Running up a fat stack
You just capping
Lay him in a grass mat
And start hacking

Baby where your mans at?
Start hacking
Baby where your mans at?
Start hacking
Baby where your mans at?
Start hacking
Running up a fat stack
Start hacking

SKINWALKER (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
Witches pull up trynna tempt me
I see leeches when I dream
There ain't nothing y'all could tell me
Boy it's 2023
How y'all smoking on some Reggie?
Bitch I came up real quick
Motherfuckers wanna behead me

It's that king of all the ash
I don't think about my past
Lots of rapper want my cash
But everything they do is ass
I'll be smoking on some hash
Leaving bodies in my path
I got fiends that shaped my craft
Boy my shit like monster mash

Hara Kiri on the banner
Cut their stomach, kill em slowly
Scanner darkly, hiding hammers
Chop the swish up like I'm Kobe
Like Montana with my banter
Bitch I really feel like Tony
Pumping mana, smoking cana
In your bitches macaroni

Grassman
Fucking Grassman
I'm in the trees smoking strands
Like the fucking Grassman
Holly back up in this bitch
I'm rolling blunts of headband
Take my top off, I'm a Lich
Check the fucking back hand
All you pussies want the kicks
Till I lace, not talking vans

Bitch I sterilized my paradise
It ended up a mound
I been vilified and demonized
I broke down to a sound
Till I feel the tides, I'll terrorize
The missing in your town
Fill a telluride with tanerite
And drive it through your house

It's that beaner from the woods
Hollow steady raised by hicks
In a tundra full of goods
I could roll or shoot or sniff
I been smoking backwoods
I already said that shit
I'd just murder if I could
I don't care about a list
Hoe

GRASSMAN (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Hollow got a rag
Wrap it tight around the mag
Give my cigarette a drag
Give their toes a couple tags
Got my strip inside my bag
Make my vision sorta lag
Town of blight, my spiders Crag
Feel em feasting as I sag

Cut up the bodies, they dragging behind me
I make a snuff film and then market it
Broke from my chrysalis, lift em like Icarus
Dropping em in the black abyss
Don’t try to stop me, the killings get sloppy
I walk in with duffles and dump out their kids
I got a hottie, she giving me toppy
I stay down her throat while I’m mixing my kicks

Holly in his baggy
Trynna rake a couple mils
So far all I got is sadness
And I crushed a couple pills
I’m upset that I’m still breathing
Y’all won’t feel if I’m not killed
Bitch the only time I’m thrilled
Is when I’ve let my brains spill

I chop up the soft shit
And make em my augments
I take out his carcass
To roll in my carpet
My plug in the wall
If you plug in, I’m sparking
It’s dead in my soul
Like I have to go charge it
My wrists are still slit
I been draining regardless
Come clean up the brains
That just stained my apartment
I’m misting and spraying
Convulsing, so pardon
My eyes will roll back
And I’ll stop when it’s wanted

They call me Mince, I turn rappers to meat
I just drop bars like I can’t be discreet
Sauce on their bodies, they sides with the beef
Carving the flesh if they come get a piece
Curled in the darkness with nothing to see
Buried in soot from me burning the trees
I got oak in the blunt, in my lungs with the leaves
Smoke in the wind when I’m toking the weed

Yung Wendigo bitch
I’m hacking up a body
Put em in the backseat
Police pull up right behind me
Got them pills inside my sink
And everyone think I’m neurotic
Bitch be glad I’m off narcotics
I ain’t gotta run your pockets

Cut up the bodies, they dragging behind me
I make a snuff film and then market it
market it
market it
Cut up the bodies, they dragging behind me
I make a snuff film and then market it
market it
market it
Cut up the bodies
Cut up the bodies
Cut up the bodies
Yah

MYSOULISAT2PERCENT (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Aye I took a body from the graveyard
And left it at a state park
Pity how I shame y’all
Why you think I stay hard?
I’m in Castlevania
Like I’m fucking Alucard
Hollow smoke a half a cart
Have em meet me after dark

Damn boy
What the fuck you want me to do bitch?
This all I do motherfucker
Step up bitch
Get on my level hoe
Fuck you talking bout pussy?
Get the fuck out my face bitch
You ain’t bout that shit boy

Holy water on your bitch
Have her sipping on my spit
Y’all can’t fit inside my kicks
Size 13 I step it splits
Holy water on your bitch
Have her sipping on my spit
Y’all can’t fit inside my kicks
Size 13 I step it splits

Bitch I swear it ain’t bizarre
I disembowel em with a car
Like that bitch in Devils Reject’s
While she wear the face I carve
I been slacking with the bars
That’s why I had to bring it hard
Like that Glock that’s on my dick
I rush in quick, and leave em scarred
Shit

Or better yet dead
When I pull up don’t switch
Said I only want her head
Now there’s maggots on my dick
Holy fuck I’m too sick
Had to pop like 2 sticks
Wash it down 2 swigs
Another body, who dis?
Motherfucker who did?
All this horrorcore shit?
Making hella dark hits?
Over grungy garbage?
That was hOllOw too bitch
Since the 2-0–1-6
I been doing all this
To just stain my carpet

Had to learn my own mix
Had to learn my own tricks
Ain’t nobody try to help
Had to grind my own shit
Had to buy my own risks
Had to chop my own vids
Ain’t nobody trynna miss?
But ain’t no friends at my events hoe

Except my boys
Y’all know I love you
That Skill Syrup
That HKK
I love you
It’s us against the world baby
You already know it
Man fuck these fools boy
Grrrrrrrrah

I fear all my thoughts
I can’t keep my composure
I’ll stay here and rot
And the waves will flow over
There’s nothing to stop
I been pulling it closer
I hate how I feel
As I stare at my posters
I fear all my thoughts
I can’t keep my composure
I’ll stay here and rot
And the waves will flow over
There’s nothing to stop
I been pulling it closer
I hate how I feel
As I stare at my posters

ALUCARD (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

(Gash stop cutting)
(Skill Syrup)

D-D-Demons in my head
Hard to let them out
Million more mistakes
Keep on rolling

I got shit up on my mind that I can’t even think about 
Made a million more mistakes so I just keep on rolling loud
Got them demons in my head and it’s not hard to let them out
But if I do then that’s my soul cause I won’t ever live it down

I can’t see, I don’t speak
I don’t bleed, I just leak
Don’t have dreams, I don’t sleep
I just lay awake and scream
Can’t relate, I’m too bleak
Still in pain as I creep
Slice my wrist, my prayers delete
A few more drips then I’m at peace

I need a million in a bag
Or man I swear to god I’ll kill myself
Nothing left to say bro
I need more of y’all to check my health
Call instead of tag
Bet my girl screaming as I type it out
Now all this shits a drag
It’s like I’m tied up to the fender now

I hit the gas
Skidding fast
Take that gravel, make a mask
Never last
Just get passed
Bitch I’m Havel, rocking black
Hollow stays as fucking ash
Till his skin’s a solid mass
Them dragon bones my shield and axe
I still got arrows in my back okay?

Aye aye
(Arrows in my back okay?)
Aye, I got, I got
(Arrows in my back okay?)
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got
I got ghosts in my decanter
It’s that sipping necromancer
Words, they eat at me like cancer
In my brain like bladed dancers
Mental image of me splattered
I just have to fight the laughter
Bitch I know that nothing matters
Now that life is moving faster aye

All my history
History? That’s my damn fault
I stay blackened out
Visibly, that’s my down fall
Just a tragedy seeking
Lil Cretan, damned all
It ain’t no mystical
Mystery who I’m down for

I’ve been broke down
Falling all apart baby
Soul found splintered up
And sprinkled out lately
I’m so cold now
Sparking up a dart, waiting
You keep my bones now
Just pick up all my parts baby

All I ever really wanted
Was a bitch that held me down
Like down to the earth
Until my soul escape the ground
Told my baby girl I’m haunted
I won’t ever make a sound
I know there ain’t that many like me
Most that are been filling mounds
Aye

HAVELTHEROCK (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Verse I: LIL HOLLYPOP
I be that pretty motherfucker
Rocking all black, mobbing
They can’t see me in the dark
Rolled up, cocked back, smiling
Thinking greedy giving back
I’m still in the hood like Robin
If you see me, mind your business
Cause I really might be robbing

Not like you bitches ever cared
Not like you bitches ever dared
I laid a tarp so don’t despair
About the bits of chunks and hair
I might’ve dipped but I’m still there
To laugh at mourning me through stares 
I pop a couple, chug a beer
Now I’m lost in a foggy clearing

I be walking through the mist
Thinking bout the shit I missed
Thinking bout my baby sis
Thinking how my girl be pissed
If I load and split my shit
She’d be alone to watch me stiff
Boy I hate that I can’t dip
I’m losing family with every sip
Hoe

Verse II: DEVOIDKINGMINCE
I’m in a castle losing subjects
Steady bleeding through my pen
Like that guillotine above me
Wanna drop and make it end
Leave my head inside a basket
Still be rapping till I’m dead
Got them maggots falling out
I feed my peasants more than bread

Yeah I be deep inside the coffin
Heavy rolling up in silk
Smoke a bag it got me coughing
Let me pass it to my ilk
I let my kin just take their offering
Hope I leave em feeling filled
I’ll make a will when I get off this
Got some more shit I could kill

I’ll lay it down on a track
Like I never wanna leave
I hate crowds, fuck a plaque
That ain’t where I feel my needs
I wanna take a 100 racks
And hand my mom a set of keys
If it turns me into ash
I’d do that shit like it’s a breeze hoe

ILAIDATARPSODONTDESPAIR (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Life ain’t getting better
So I roll another blunt
Jumping through the window
Bitch I’m coming through the front
Bag full of butter
Bitch I’m smoking while they cut
Hundreds in my cash app
Had to grind it out the mud

Hearse swag, dripping
When I’m laying in the grave
I got two flags waving
Both are ashen, colored grey
Bitch you know I’m out here pimping
Please refrain touching mane
See ya boy, I’m out here whipping
Brought that blokka blokka bang

I just pour in the cup
I got holes in my guts
I got hoes I can’t trust
And my thoughts still break me up
I been froze, looking stuck
Fuck my foes, lick my nuts
I just rose like I’m Tut
But my gold gon fucking rust aye

Light jacket made of maggots
Like I know it’s getting cold
White velvet motherfucker
Looking like November snow
I been posted in the plunder
Guarding riches till I’m bones
If y’all want to see a dragon
Raise my skull above the throne aight?

NOVEMBERSNOW (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up

Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit

Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack

Pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap

hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs

Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm

Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye

GOTTABLAST (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

PRESAVE THIS HOE
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/killhollowxskillsyrup/pyrohades-2

Who hopped what?
I been here since a jit
Came in the game
Like I’m stuck with the kid
Bags in the gain
Every dub with a twist
So I cop me an ounce
Then I’m cool for a bit

I can dream of what I want
And I got miles I could drift
Fucking up my organs
When I’m pouring up a fifth
Resurrected heartless
When I woke up in a pit
Now I just sit around in darkness
When I’m making every hit

And I float like the beat’s my water
Y’all know I’m a beast, no starter
Still broke from the streets, I’m caught up
Still alone from defeats I’m part of
Just grease underneath where you park up
That fiend with a beam and a toss up
At peace with the meat and the saw dust
I creep on the feat, make it all rust

I got demons in my head
I couldn’t stop it if they let me
I’m feeling so much dread
That weight up on my back is heavy
I’m keeping up ahead
But if I turn I’ll swerve, it’s deadly
The whispers that I’m fed
Say that I’ve made my bed, I’m ready

Hollow got that motherfucking blade
Through his chest
Leaned back
Flowing puss
From the Gash in my neck
New cash
Finna cut
Bouta slash through your set
Got that Limgrave in my mud
Looking back from my death
Hoe

Bro I bet you in that fog
Y’all know nothing bout me
Known to carve a fucking skull
And then I drop it in some bleach
Got a witch I paint with blood
And she just asked bout round 3
I’ll be smoking on this shrub
And ctrl alt when I delete

I know you motherfuckers hate me
Think that’s what I need to function
Send me back to Hades
Like I didn’t grab something
Calling up your bitch 
I need to ask about that suction
I’m buried in the back
You’ll catch her digging up my coffin

PYROHADES (Prod. by SKILL SYRUP)

Holly just pulled up and I’m smoking
Bitch I roll blunts up when I’m posted
4g runtz I grind it up, roasting
Smoking on bag of bag of that potion
Bitch I got 40oz I’m pouring
What you know bout the peeps that I’m mourning?
Keeping that Glock for peace but not folding
Holly done lost a piece of that dome mane

Aye yuh
Holly don’t stop
Walk in your place and I leave with a lot
Ski mask erase if I’m there, cause I’m not
Just gimme my space when you see me or pop
I’d get the fuck out of my face or get shot
Creep in the back, you won’t hear me go knock
Empty the strap and it wake up your block
I go home then I shower and wash off the rot aye aye

Aye I got that baggage
Baby girl you trynna smoke some?
We connect like magnets
If you in my space, you will come
Focused on my habits
Stuck inside my brain until dusk
Memories are like maggots
When I’m dead that’s what I’ll become

Aye
Frozen in time
Chains in my skin and a glint in my eyes
Emerge from the earth, I’ll be covered in flies
I don’t care what they say I don’t think of replies
Grounded from birth like I fell from the sky
Heretic speak with a lessen on life
I can sense if you’re weak, I don’t care for your lies
I’m disrupting proportions, disfiguring lines

If I’m on tracks, I’m immortal
I do not think that that’s normal
Circles of salt around my portals
To keep me back from the horrors
I’m stuck in awe from the borders
I’ve crossed to get to this torture
I’m tangled up with no order
Just chaos flooding my mortar
Okay

BAGGAGE (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Eating ether with my spine
Bitch I need a double cup
Demons crawling out my mind
It took me years to sober up
I done died a hundred times
In spite, to show your God just sucks
I’ma live a thousand lives
And all I’ll do is fuck them up

Hollow on that jumper shit
I dump a clip and fucking dip
Tell my opps to suck a dick
It’s hollow bitch I murder shit
I creep and cut, I gut a pig
Don’t know where his organs is
Find a couple bloated limbs
Then kill his kids, that’s bacon bits

Aye it’s dark all the time
I don’t wanna see the light
So when hollow go to slide
Kill your bitch and cause a fright
And it happens every night
I’ve been trynna make it right
Got some demons that abide
Fuck a fight, I’ll take your life

Hollow want that hemoglob
He cut himself but he don’t know
He creep inside that funeral home
And snatch your bod if we alone
He see inside a DI clone
The reason why I feed? I don’t
I be alive but soon I won’t
There’s reasons why I keep a tome

Bitch I’m smoking backwoods
Creeping out the lumber
Still just trynna slumber
I wake up and that’s a bummer
It’s like only when my cash good
Can I awake and come up
Know that I’ll be where you been
Like the winter meet the summer

ITSDARKALLTHETIME (Prod. SKILL SYRUP X $UU)

WHEREAMIWHOSBLOODISTHIS (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

PRESAVE LINK BELOW
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/killhollowxskillsyrup/10tails

I got that rope around my neck
Hollow hates and don’t respect
All you pussies trynna flex
I leave em dead and end the set
What I do is not up next
Unless they sentence me to death
I came from baggage on the steps
I’m switching builds like I respeced

Ayo all my shit is hot like it’s Curry
Ain’t no Denzel
Holly full of fury, feeling buried
Got them black nails
Tripping off a Larry, still detailing
How my track fails
I’m so fucking fly, I’m in the sky
And dropping chem trails

Running from my past bails
Bleeding from the cash sales
Sleeping in my rope
Until I’m falling through the track scales
Floating, with them 10 sails
Send you to the 10th Hell
Creeping through your village
Tell your clan I got like 10 tails

Ayo I ain’t on the road dawg
I’m sleeping in the stu
Boy I check em like it’s roll call
And who the fuck are you?
Aye this shit how I cope dawg
I’m smoking blunts with $uu
I can’t aim it down the scope dawg
I’m aiming it obtuse

Make em clean up all the juice
I split my head inside the booth
I got that Syrup in my slushy
Bitch I’m sipping, that’s the truth
I keep my guard, got nothing to prove
I’m steady tripping off a scoop
I smoke your dawgs and call it scoob
There’s psilocybin in my soup
Aye

10TAILS (Prod. by SKILL SYRUP x $UU)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLOW

Verse I: KILLHOLLOW

Hair down in the Stu bitch
I really feel like Bones
Put a round in that fools lip
And fucking send him home
I’ll be bound in a pool pit
Of flesh and fucking bone
Let me drown in the gruel bitch
I’m leaking from the dome

Heard me creeping from the moans
Switching time up with the tones
Had to write a couple tomes
To get my brains up off the stone
Bitch I’m barely fucking grown
Been through more than all you know
Slipping deeper than before
I’m bouta pop that fucking 4

5 rounds in the clip
Face down in a fifth
Stomp ground in the pit
Wrists bound, leaking slit
Holly loud in the tint
Smoking pounds of a scent
Till I drown in my piss
Rot found, take some pics

I’ll be killing motherfuckers
Till I’m laid inside a casket
I’ll be climbing up your walls
See my spine out, bending backwards
Peel your face off with my claws
Musculatory System fashion
I’ll just dislocate my jaw
Now lift the maw and face the chasm
Motherfucker

Verse II: LORD GASP

One of a kind
Now let me collide
Be one with my animus
My chemical lineage
Holding the mine
The gold of a conoisseur
My ventricle pounding, venomous fluid
There’s something in my brain
Overthinking till i’m ruined
A blessing disguised as a pain

If I get a grammy ima fuck my bitch with the statuette
Why the scene had to turn corn this quick, had to evacuate
by the neck, I hold the leash 
I’m the shepherd 
And I’m the sheep of my own grief
I had to pull till it severs

I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em
I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em

IREALLYFEELLIKEBONES Ft. LORD GASP (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

I don’t like you bitches
I know you don’t like me
Slide out the crib with a clip
Know it’s frightening
Go ask your bitch bro
I bet you that she like me
Hollow stay surrounded
Till he blows his brains, it’s likely

I’ll get you buried with your team
Stacked on top like y’all gon cuddle
It’s that terrorist they shuffle
Bitch I came up out the rubble
Y’all know hollow tend to cream
When I see them leaking puddles
Keep it G between 2 cutters
Ima fiend, got no rebuttal aye

Talking you a pussy
On some fuck shit, aim that
Looking for your head
When I cut shit, (REDACTED)
Put on BestGore
that’s a dub shit, save that
Motherfuckers ducking
When I bust, don’t say that

In hell with them angels
I-I-I don’t need a halo
Boy I heard that you was talking
Bout how all I sip is draino 
Drenched in their blood
Like I still don’t need a raincoat
Tell them Holly doesn’t speak
Unless their filling up my bankroll

It’s that elven fucking battle mage
Straight up out the dragon age
Ran up just to dig your grave
I’d say you got 11 days
You can try to run away
Until I come and take your legs
Carve your skin I wear your face
And rev this chainsaw in your brains

Gothic boy? He hot? Shit
Dripping in her panties
Got it boy? You not shit
Dip and pop some xannies
Crush a void, and then straw snip
Mucous taste like candy
Can’t avoid the truth I spit
My mind is feeling empty

DRA(I)NO (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

KILLLAGOOP Ft. KirbLaGoop (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

(Gash, stop cutting…)

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

Bitch I grew up with them robbers
No knocking when we came
Hoe I’ll pull up to your mamas
And light that bitch aflame
Raised by snakes I’m like a mamba
There’s venom in my fangs
Drip untamed, blow my brains
Straining chunks into the drain

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

Y’all don’t get no money
So I know you boys just hating
Till I line they asses up
Wetting shirts up on the pavement
Bitch I fly to your hood
Just to have a damn vacation
Trynna act all fucking hard
Aye lil g I’m really Satan

Pull out their organs and put em on hooks
Wearing my skin, they ain’t stealing my looks
I give nothing to no one, I sit here with kush
Holly burning apartments, got souls that I took
I was raised by a felon, I’ll end up a crook
Hope my pops feeling proud when he see me get booked
I been talking bout shows, not a shiv leave em shook
On a slab, in a lab, on their back, getting cooked

Bitch I send em to the garden, I ain’t ever talking Eden
Got a sawed off in my trunk and ima leave em all in pieces
Holly throw em in the dirt and they get covered up with feces
My disorder, y’all have seen it, got me sorting out a meaning
For my mental when I’m fiending, as a kid I took a beating
Now I’m older with a beam and I would rather keep it steaming
Got a team and I ain’t leading, I can’t keep out all the demons
In my brain I hear the screaming, trynna write out what I’m dreaming

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

ROCKS (Prod. GA$H A$HEN)

RESTINPEACE

Cut another beat up and I cook it in the steam
Demon of the water when I pass another stream
Dump another body and I feel like it’s a dream
Talking bout I’ll fit in where I never wanna be
Drop another track and everybody wanna fiend
Kiri to the Hara lemme back it up I mean
Sorta like I did it with precision like a beam
Holly getting full it’s like he busting at the seams

Aye who that boy bouta pass it deep?
All hands up when I’m at the keys
Two games up when I add the piece
I got a way that I could throw it to get passed the team
Aye who that boy bouta lap the street?
More bands stuck in elastic teeth
Talk about the fit in giving ecstasy
So everybody gon remember when I rest in peace

Raised up to be cutthroat
Never no joke
Still cost all my fucks though
Sleeping unshown
Some stunned where their son go
Steep and unsown 
Either dust or be blunt smoke
Rolled up homegrown
Sump pump full of bones thrown
Filled up, all stone
Sending cuts to the brobros
Ain’t no going broke
Got my guts full of poked holes
Pissing rose gold
Full of lust when I’m blood soaked
Wishing more sold
Dent crust when I crush dope
Feeling more cold
Nut bust when I gush, float
Gargle up foam
Scent musk, not to touch so
Get out my zone
Since stuck in the flushed dome
Dripping out drones
Unbrushed like a rust throne
Staying in my home
Dip junts in the crumbs slow
Light up on go
Bitch cum when I pump, groan
Shaking on low
No sun where the bugs glow
Bet it got stole

Bitch I’m drifting like it’s NASCAR
Trynna get to Asgard
Pimping while you simping
I return to make her back arch
Gripping on that mag part
Just another dead mark
Sickened from within him
They know Holly got a bad heart

Bitch I’m glitching like some trash art
Tripping like a track star
Sipping on some liquid
That might turn me into black tar
Dripping out a damp marsh
Torture under tan scars
Stricken forth to listen
To the howling as the dead march

One blunt go lit for the track I sing
Take two hits then I pass the green
Grey cold mist in my mass of veins
I got family all around me, don’t remember my name
That shit hurt, I’m not mad’s the thing
It ain’t nobody’s fault that I’m a bastard king
Take two sips? Bitch I’ll smash a drink
They know Logan never wanted any chance to think

RESTINPEACE (Prod. GA$H A$HEN)

Lyrics: bitch I'm dead
counting up money
I'm dead
counting up money
smoke med
tell me what's funny
y'all dread
hollow boy drummin
enough said
suck my dick fed boy, yummy
enough said
big clip, chopper bread dummy
enough said
kill yourself, bitch ass bummy

hollow just pulled up
and hopped out the wraith
talking bout demons
not trynna go race
I got these feelings
all over my face
it like teardrop on teardrop
I'm lookin through mace

I know you don't give a fuck
call me I know what you want
bad bitch don't know that I'm stuck
crawl in the dirt and I drown in the muck
aye

BichA$$Bummy (Prod. by Griesgrammar)

DEVOID KING 419 HKK
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