what i kill myself to

hollow do the most
he be garbage, he be gross
in the trash like where he goes
fuckin back up off me hoes
back up, back up, I be ghost
in the cellar be my post
get my check up, buy me, coast
I need bread like I make toast bitch

bout hit a lick, pull the mask down
hollow on the shit, get your cash out
ice stay on the pick when I pass out
bad bitch above a 10 with her ass out


hit you out the trap
get you burnin bitch, that's just spit
make your head a flap
get a tourniquet, won't do shit
run up on me, blap
get no further bitch, I'll just rip
been with the strap
like I told you bitch, run some shit

hollow a demon don't test it
I make your bitch anorexic
run up on me, ima press it
down like a pill when I'm pressin
hollow don't see why you stressin
I got that bitch Smith and Wesson
bouta get on my erection
suicide all that I mention
aye

hollow do the most
he be garbage, he be gross
in the trash like where he goes
fuckin back up off me hoes
back up, back up, I be ghost
in the cellar be my post
get my check up, buy me, coast
I need bread like I make toast bitch


GARBAGEGROSS (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

got a bad bitch with me
on my dick, she blowin steam
a pound of keef
she trynna sleep
I bought a sheet
I'm trynna eat
you motherfuckers wanna speak?
direct your tonsils to my meat bitch
I'll have your nostrils bustin cream
after a sentence, not a peep bitch

holy fuckin ghost
I think that hollows done the most
I came a long way from the host
I used to live in till he froze
my shit still cold the temp had rose
I'm barely melting on you hoes
I'll bring tsunamis, time was chose
a tidal wave of all them flows uh

bury me bury me bitch
I got that crypt on my wrist
coffin inside of a ditch
its hollow bitch, that's where I live

whatchu want now?
whatchu want now?
whatchu want now?

IMSORRYIDIDNTCATCHTHAT (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

shawty like me bro
I got some lines and my fits right
catch me in your home
I hit a lick I'm off the shits, high
saw me, gave me throat
I ain't surprised when that bitch slide
I was with your ho
I'm feeling vibes with that bitch like

I was feeling vibes with your bitch
oh tell me tell me tell me
said I ain't surprised when that bitch go
BRRAT BRRAT BRRAT
potato boy, make fries out that bitch like
plat plat plat
pull up on me riding that whip I'm
strapped strapped strapped

pop em all and put em in the garbage
throw away the tech and call heartless
he said cut em up and send em to the martians
ima demon can't avoid it with no cautions
motherfuckers hate, I put em in their coffins
couple nails and then I stack em in the saucers
fuck a pussy boy you fuckin with a monster
I don't ghost a motherfucker, boy I'll haunt ya
aye

{...because I'm not in the least interested in them, and without interest, there can be no art. Man's relation to man does not captivate my fancy, it is man's relation to the cosmos...}

shawty like me bro
I got some lines and my fits right
catch me in your home
I hit a lick I'm off the shits, high
saw me, gave me throat
I ain't surprised when that bitch slide
I was with your ho
I'm feeling vibes with that bitch like

I was feeling vibes with your bitch
oh tell me tell me tell me
said I ain't surprised when that bitch go
BRRAT BRRAT BRRAT
potato boy, make fries out that bitch like
plat plat plat
pull up on me riding that whip I'm
strapped strapped strapped

THISWHYIDONTFUCKWITHWITCHES (prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

Guts

Bitch I’m too elevated
I swear to god, I roll a blunt
And then disintegrate it
Y’all my Sons, I be a star
I’m out in orbit, spacing
It’s Hara Kiri bitch
We pull up gutted, all serrated
My draco talking for me bitch
It ain’t no conversation

Send him one, send him two
Get him traced up
Got my bong, got my tool
Got my dick sucked
Set no stun, making pools
When my phase bust
Your bitch fun, make her drool
When I face fuck

Put that tag up on my toe and then I’m out bitch
Where your bag? Where your flows? You ain’t bout shit
You ain’t tagged, you ain’t rode, get your house hit
I got hands, I got bros, get your mouth split

Bitch I got that 40 on me
Roll up and you dead
I ain’t feeling lonely homie
I just feel like death
Growing up my brothers told me
Aim it for their necks
I be that heavy hearted soldier Oni
Try to check my specs uh

Dripping in gothic, I’m picking your pocket
I stay with a rocket, I dare you to stop it
I’ll unplug your optics, from both of the sockets
My cellar all rotten, I drag em in, lock it
Y’all pussies I’m popping, on E when you dropping
Reload then I cock it, my dog get you walking
Get lined up with chalk in a minute for talking
The smoke got me coughing, I’m smoking your coffin

Hang a motherfucker let him drip inside a bucket
I be buried in the forest, take a shovel then I tuck it
Pulling dirt up out the ground, I take a step and then I chuck it
I be tangled up and cutting, tell your bitch I bet she’ll love it
Check my vitals when she rush in, I can tell you when I’m busting
Got a tarp lay for gushing, cutting body parts to dozens
Grab the drugs and get to flushing, gotta strain it with my cousin
Bitch I pull up like No Russian, bet your homies get to running

Hollow getting paid for shows
Still caught up in the chains below
Wrote a million fucking flows
Like all that shit is nothing bro
Hold me back, I’ll take your souls
They hope I fucking overdose
I do too, while still engrossed
In every fucking sin I chose

ITHURTSWHENIP (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x 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)

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)

Hardkore So Deadly Prod@okmxjrr

Smile On The Thin Line Of Spiked Feet & Pain

i made this from the shadow realm

ALL SOCIAL MEDIA : @BLUNTEDPHARAOH

$arcophogus (Prod. skel)

nothing personal

Armand Sauvage - What You Are

►Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5cHOH51J6g57qVu4K5rqGe?si=g5w2PFLOSGukwKZihpSiCw

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Armand-sauvage-what-you-are-lyrics

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What You Are

Lyrics: 

Get your neck cut 
Hollow point hit you from the waist up 
Spaced when I taste that the blunt lit was laced I’m faced with decisions thatyll break me or pave the way 
Watch me carefully waste away 

Losing my mind I’m losing my life I smoke my cigs it’s a slow way to die 
Losing my mind I’m losing my life I write these songs to cope with the time  

Time! 
Don’t waste mine 
People like to talk make a kid commit a crime 
Mine! 
Ima get what is mine 
Chop down the tree now embrace the flat line 

Get your neck cut 
Hollow point hit you from the waist up 
Spaced when I taste that the blunt lit was laced I’m faced with decisions thatyll break me or pave the way 
Watch me carefully waste away 

Losing my mind I’m losing my life I smoke my cigs it’s a slow way to die 
Losing my mind I’m losing my life I write these songs to cope with the time  

Better men have tried to stoooop me 
Broke out the cage bare hands no key 
Must be Dwayne tryna roooock me 
Why you hatin dawg bring it on spill the tea 

Get your neck cut 
Hollow point hit you from the waist up 
Spaced when I taste that the blunt lit was laced I’m faced with decisions thatyll break me or pave the way 
Watch me carefully waste away 

Losing my mind I’m losing my life I smoke my cigs it’s a slow way to die 
Losing my mind I’m losing my life I write these songs to cope with the time  

Time! 
Don’t waste mine 
People like to talk make a kid commit a crime 
Mine! 
Ima get what is mine 
Chop down the tree now embrace the flat line 

Smack yo kid up like I get paid to parent 
The look on my face tell my mood it’s apparent 
Your confidence lack it’s why your girl so
Sad what you make up in bread you lack class in the sack 

Losing my mind I’m losing my life I smoke my cigs it’s a slow way to die 
Losing my mind I’m losing my life I write these songs to cope with the time

Get your neck cut 
Hollow point hit you from the waist up 
Spaced when I taste that the blunt lit was laced I’m faced with decisions thatyll break me or pave the way 
Watch me carefully waste away

FLATLINE

HERETIC! feat. DREAD (prod. ESTHETIC GLOOM)

Oppressor Flow Prod. by Dubich

DEVOID KING 419 HKK
lilhollow666@gmail.com

GARBAGEGROSS (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

KillhOllOw (@killhollow)

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