I aint done with you bitch 
Kill ebola do the pitch 
Do the drugs hit the itch 
Cut your guts Follow sin
Hallow fit Wallow in 
Tock is thin Knot in chin 
But thought is wind So Suck my dick lil bitch
Or spin on it like its fidget 
Swallow kin of burning bridges 
Running out of precious minutes
Locked inside an endless prison
Another role another goal for gold while under supervision 
Theres no difference if im living or existence where its hidden 
Falling stuck in place ya
I cant feel my face ya
Or whats left of life a tripping time a glimpse of savior 
The love a meal im late ya
Cannot feel the faith ya 
Pay back all i owe i know deep down i wont betray ya 
But Now its like a corpse im towing 
Seeking highs forever lowing 
Empathy throw off the loathing 
Apathy bloat over showing 
I dont know the state im going 

[Biv]

Mama ain't raise no bitch
Got a couple bands and it ain't fix shit
Check my mental off my list
Stomp when I pop out
Man got no face when the lights out
They don't play that shit homie pipe down
Sit in peace I'm a geek she bite down
Thoughts talk when I stay up
Got a mind of my own got my weight up
Run run for the funds that they made up
Watered down clowns they don't really pay up
Limited time make your way up
Fuck out my face
Fuck my day up
Bitch fuck out my face
Less you pay up
Too many faces
You made up
Mothafucka never show face
Fuck a no name
Man you a bitch made 
Runnin life at my own pace
Chrome clip to my left brain
Fuck around and relocate
Face fuck the fame
I got worse by the day
Bitch it's always this way
Taught by the loss
But I'm killed by the gains
Bitch I'm killed by the gains
Bitch it was never your business
Water they pockets
But dirt for the victims
They see nobody gone miss him
Playin a system
We been caught up in a mission
They put your life on a snippet
Fuck with they fixes 
Bitch that's a one way ticket
Bitch that's a one way ticket

Makeup w/ Biv [Prod. Kill Ebola + Frdm.wav]

You can’t tell me I ain’t love you cause I did
You can’t run away and just come back again
Girl, what about your name up in my skin?
It don’t mean shit, I guess it never did
You can’t slow me down i’ve had it up to here
You can’t tell me all your love to me was real
Girl, what about my name up in your skin?
It don’t mean shit, I guess it never did
You can’t say I ain’t put you on
You can’t say I ain’t show you love
You can’t say I ain’t put you higher than them muhfucking drugs do
You can’t say I did nothing for you
You can’t say I ain’t counting blue
You can’t say I ain’t counting Benjamin Frank
Might pull up with Benjamin too
Fuck what you talking ‘bout i’ll pull up with my crew
Ain’t talking TikTok dance when we shoot-shoot
Pull up on you, you, you, you, you
She all in my room, bitch gimme room
I know what it do when you pull on my rules
Fuck around and find out, that’s the motto
Pull up on you, you, you, you, you
She all in my room, girl show me what it do 
Nothing gonna stop us on our way
Now look back, we got it out the paint
Why you always show me what you can’t?
I ain’t playing your lil game
Babygirl I just can’t 
Them muthafuckas always throwing shade
Always wonder why we stay with chains you can’t break 
They wanna act real but they can’t 
I ain’t playing your lil game
Babygirl I just can’t
Babygirl I just can’t
Babygirl I just can’t, no
Babygirl I just can’t, no

CAN'T | FT. KILL OCEANS

ANAEMYA:
I been getting - I been getting faded
I don’t fuck with no bitch if she can’t make paper
Said she rather cuddle, I ain’t staying
Stunting my fam out, my bitch ain’t basic
Fuck out our way, uh-uh
Got them eyes jumping our way, uh-huh
Group of bad bitches, fat butts, hell yeah
Asked if I wanna jump in, hell yeah
When we pop up, for my blood i’m him
Split a fat check with the fam, ay
Why y’all hating bitch, said behave
Turn around, blink, bet we ain’t there
She asking for my blick, want me to handle problems
She want another Ricky
Still shorty tell me behave
Babygirl you see through right now
Can’t hit my blunt, can’t relate
‘Cause we count green, yeah bae
Put a voodoo spell on me bae
Swear only way you’ll get me there
I pour me a forty just so I don’t twitch
and i’ll come with your shorty to match with the fit
These fuckas decomposing, I promise them this
We gon’ shit on y’all everyday we live
Designer clothing, we different to stitch
We earned it slowly, they making a wish
The way we rolling, we taking your bitch
We making you wish
We making you wish
We making you wish

FTP | PROD. KiLL OCEANS

LIBRARY SUICIDE

produced kill ebola 
mastered frdm.wav 

Biv
when the lights shut down right before me
can’t remember the reason I’m calling
just a minute or two of your boring
I just wanna be here for the morning
I don’t state warnings
keeping the peace
I’m ignoring
resting for weeks
I’m just stalling
resting for weeks
I’m just stalling
wiping the tears from my skull
maybe I’m better off home
fuck it I’m better alone
it’s all that I’ve ever known
reach for the dark for the cold
can’t find a hand I can hold
don’t think I’ll die when I’m old
don’t think I’ll make it at all

Eb00b
When i die sprinkle half the ashes in the sea 
When i die sprinkle other half in mountain trees
Smile knowing all of life in harmony 
Enjoy your bodies everything you do and everyone you be
Watch out what you see and eat and who you meet 
Ive seen the loss of innocence when evil feeds 
Ive seen the evil harvested for balance needs
Now im resting with our majesty in all his palace greens 
Thought I lost my mind confidence just died 
Eyes is opened wide Hard to do in lines 
Road is long in time windy rope is tight
Aint look up and down back or left and right
Aint look for results or whos wrong and right
You cant freeze the river boat a one way flight
Thought of you forever enjoy every bite
Warming light of day and swarming fright of night
Where am i supposed to go
Out on this open road
Far from the silver globe
We arnt supposed to know
Kneel for the golden ghost
What aint right will not go x2

Miscreation w/ Biv

produced Kill Ebola
mastered Frdm.wav 

Ebola andy eddie stain
Im a devil off a pill or bottle all the same
Or a God inside a game and saw it all in hate
To get to what today i never could explain 
Dealt the blood felt the stun, i cant feel their laughter 
Loneliness got me spun, never felt this happier 
In a World thats never real, whats the matter dear? 
Cant taste the meal just the fear of seeker gather gear 

Vintage pose reflected off a traffic cone 
Barb wire med kit you cant grab and go 
Red paint on its hand like it tagged the groped
Light in know Soul scrambled see it in my eye windows
Out my bitterness and weathering to hang with weirdos? 
Yall just relishing in telling shit i keep my ears closed 
Just whore around spoke metaphors aloud wrote over fear notes 
Imma turn you down and shut you off just how sears goes 
Umbilical chord
Spreading its spore
In an Agonized bore 
In endless corridor 
Inner oculus floor 
Torturing squeal from the pork turned to smear odor 
Stuck on the wheel with nothing left to tear over 
Electrified eel at the heel said its near over
Cant hear closure 

Guess im writing down what
Create timing now something 
Watch em swing but its bunt its light 
Throwing fits its your time of month and i see a clown show getting fucked repeat
Everyone around me annoying dumb pesticides to breed 
rather run on by just to die and be 
by the side of tide right as nukes will free
Us all from memories of trades we made 
Turning everything to an ace of spades
Double barrel breakfast buck is ate 
Bone marrow head fast duck and wait
Gut is late, Fuck it make 
Blood is taste, Shut its face
Just a waste, Such a state

Vessel / Death Source

produced Kill Ebola
mastered Frdm.wav 

Who am I to lose my drive 
Move the love for life behind 
Burn the world until it shines
Suffocate it in its pride 
No more healing left to cry 
Pushed the feeling weight aside 
Just reside in wait to die 
Who am I to say goodbye 
Gear requires pierce of heart 
Fear in fire loss of spark 
Taste is fine then quickly tart
Crumbled pine and wood apart 
Humble light it stood ajar 
Eye for eye no moon or star
All Is fine and moved afar 
Feet soggy glare heat stalking pavement crooked lines 
(flies disguise in shambled parasites)
Breathe foggy air see halting traded looking eyes 
(Try to write it scrambles Paradise)
They Keep bottling 
all our energizing fuzzy stress 
They keep fondling 
all our agonizing bloody sweat
Their system fills and charge 
there’s no place where it is enough and fed 
Their shitting pills and parts 
And make you eat it up like fucking pets
Who am I to lose my drive 
Move the love for life behind 
Burn the world until it shines
Suffocate it in its pride 
No more healing left to cry 
Pushed the feeling weight aside 
Just reside in wait to die 
Who am I to say goodbye 

How i hate you 
Oh i hate you
Ate the low fruit 
Cant escape you
In the limb light 
Fog it came through 
Im so terrified 
It will take you

Low Light

produced Kill Ebola
mastered Frdm.wav 

All the things that i did to get me where im no more
All these feelings that left me healing out on the floor
While im abandoned and blind from sun my face has been burnt 
Now i just wait in turn pacing dont earn nope
X2
Life has left me far from home and deserted
Shadows stab at my heart and take away all my purpose 
In that nothingness emerged the most beautiful thing 
Where we will never be and never bring hope
String rope got my sing choked gonna black out
Going ghost core disposed then im back now
Bitch knows future like a slip slope past now as the grip goes trip flows out the snap mouth 
I be In and out got me slimming down 
Eyes inside the walls think you hiding in we grinning proud
With love above in all of us with lids that open spin around 
Chin up kid the grid is loud its all ya or you sit in doubt 

All the things that i did to get me where im no more
All these feelings that left me healing out on the floor
While im abandoned and blind from sun my face has been burnt 
Now i just wait turn
Life has left me far from home and deserted
Shadows stab at my heart and take away all my purpose 
In that nothingness emerged the most beautiful thing 
Where we will never be

I got a pocket full misery
I got a bullet stapled with my name
Yet still I give ‘em all my sympathy
Dodging calls, God told me it’s a shame
I killed my soul said it’s, “first degree”
Dragged me down the long sad hall of fame
The place where the devil grits his teeth
This the hell where I’m finna carve my name
So fucked up, sent me to the Boulder Crest
Nah, your fucking bullshit never fill me less
Motherfucka you could eat my dick and kiss the tip
Nah, no hollow clips it’s hollow tips lil bitch
My shorty hold my blick like Rambo did
we breathe our poison like it’s medicine 
I make her scream, my neighbors know I hit
Don’t give a fuck, uh-uh, lil bitch, you know I is
Dreams I decorated in my eyelids
Mix with nightmares where I died in
God told me once you won’t be blinded
Devil round the corner, corner, corner say i’m gon’ die rich
I died already, I don’t feel nothing
All I remember is her cold loving
High as her, I don’t feel nothing
Feel nothing, I don’t feel nothing
Feel nothing, still run it
Pill crushing, clip dumping
Kill fucking bill done it
They call me kill, i’ma drill on ‘em
I don’t post bail, i’m in jail right now
The difference is, i’m a sin on earth
I reel in, let it kill me first
I made a deal, put the veil to work
I cannot chill ‘till i’m the dirt
I got a feel i’ve been in reverse
Lost too many years like a tick to clock
They taking all my energy
No space up in my limousine
The same money you give to me i’m putting down for all my streets
We rolling like infinity
Don’t make me pull up with the team
We sipping on that Hennessy like water to my medcine
Dreams I decorated in my eyelids
Mix with nightmares where I died in
God told me once you won’t be blinded
Devil round the corner, corner, corner say i’m gon’ die rich
I died already, I don’t feel nothing
All I remember is her cold loving
High as her, I don’t feel nothing
Feel nothing, I don’t feel nothing

TELEKINESIS

30 blunts, 30 cups, 30 fucks
Never luck, always up, keep it tucked
30 drops, 30 shots, 30 blocks
Never duck, always love, God got us
Remember back then, we still popped like a wheely
At 13 it was za, we never smoking reggae hoe
Exotic bad, my shorty stand on millions
You already know this was my prayer back long ago
Prayed for days like this, I got bitches biting
Still the same homies, I got proof in pocket
Only thing excite me, be the bitch who doubt me
Only thing excite me, be the girl who top me off
She the girl who blick ‘em up and down the block
She the shorty, only shorty I condone
Fill my cup up lil baby, get me drunk
Off your love, can’t no one tell me none
So don’t even try
Like diamond rum, she make me liquify
She lick me up like a lollipop 
She the type to hold it down and do the time
She the type to never leave without the fire
She the type do a drill and leave it all behind
Said meet at quarter five, boy she quarter out
I thank God even when i’m dying
She call me Pippin, never caught me pimping
Ex want more Givenchy, think that make her more special 
Bitch you out mind, you ain’t near her level
3 pills to the brain, 3 eighths to the face, yeah
3 real friends of mine, i’m gon’ show them fame, yeah
3 mils, thank the sky put ‘em to my name, yeah
Give a fuck ‘bout what you think, lil bitch i’m out my brain, yeah
And we sipping on that drank, shit’ll make you sink, yeah
Make ‘em sink, make ‘em sink, make ‘em
Make ‘em sink, make ‘em sink, make ‘em
Make ‘em sink, make ‘em sink, make ‘em
Make ‘em sink, make ‘em sink, make ‘em
Prayed for days like this, I got bitches biting
Still the same homies, I got proof in pocket
Only thing excite me, be the bitch who doubt me
Only thing excite me, be the girl who top me
30 blunts, 30 cups, 30 fucks
Never luck, always up, keep it tucked
30 drops, 30 shots, 30 blocks
Never duck, always love, God got us

30 BLUNTS

(PROD. KiLL OCEANS)
KiLL OCEANS: #1
ANAEMYA: #2
Spray, spray, spray, spray, yeah
Spray, spray, spray
You’re dead, yeah
Out on the block with a full stendo
Eyes on the prize, can’t fuck with no bitches
I got what you want, i’ma real dealer
I already died, you can’t hang with us
I don’t drink lean anymore
I’m one with the cup, fell in my wok
Twist me up
Your shorty such a feen on my block, on gang
Your shorty sending things when your out, no cap
Bitch don’t make me spin down your block
Make it hot
Double that, homie’s Benz dropping tops
Miss no targets
Bitch we counting green, we ain’t boxing
We’ll box you
Pull up with the beam, let it fly
Bitch don’t die, yeah
Don’t die
Bitch don’t die, yeah
Bitch don’t die fucking with me
Bitch don’t die
Die, don’t die, don’t die, don’t die
Don’t die, don’t die fucking with me
Spray, spray, spray, spray, yeah
Spray, spray, spray, spray, yeah
Spray, spray, spray, spray, yeah
Spray, spray, spray
You’re dead, yeah

JACKET AND BODHI

KILL

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