Better Days (Prod. Capbeats)

Cross The Heart

Cross My Heart (Prod. Zero)

Kid Thraxx - Homicide (LEAKED)

Kid Thraxx - Die Young (LEAKED)

HOW TO KILL A RAT (IN LESS THAN 10 EASY STEPS)

HOW TO KILL A RAT (IN LESS THAN 10 EASY STEPS) [ddtb Remix]

also a new song from this year, produced and mixed by ddtb

i feel like
i feel like
i feel like

i feel like what the fuck
every time i talk to you you actin like a cunt
barkin like a big dog, biting like a pup
actin like a killer but ain’t never shot a gun
you built like a blunt, i could crush you into dust

why you actin hard? you’re canadian, bud
you whiter than a fuckin macadamia nut
look and act like a bitch, you a lesbian slut
i’ll say it to your face, you think that i give a fuck?

‘i be in the studio’ yea more like yo mama house
she be on my dick, be like Vader, im yo father now
smokin all em drugs, how tf yo teeth not fallin out
i’m coming for yo crooked ass neck, so let’s talk about

the fact that you were nothing ‘fore you came to me
then you started stealing beats, that shit was lame to me
told me that you stealin money, that’s how you had came to be
then you started framing me, turned into an enemy

just a couple weeks after i helped you make that EP
the same one where you tried to steal that song we did, Gluttony
then you made an off-brand version, that’s where yo streams peak
and you could still be breathin if you ain’t fuck with DMT

can somebody help me, my magazine is empty
got Kaden Zinner in my sights and i can not let him leave
i’ll fuck up the rhyme scheme, it’s so easy to be you
come out to Atlanta, i won’t get the chance to see you
die

i won’t get the chance to see you die

I WON'T GET THE CHANCE TO SEE YOU DIE

made this earlier this year. there’s a lot behind this song, so here’s the lyrics

[intro]
i came from the mud, where my brothers keep it tuck
run up on me, rest in pieces when my Fat Man blow you up, bitch
i came from the mud, ten toes down like i was stuck
fuck the numbers, fuck the money, im just keepin it a buck, yuh

[V]
i came from the mud, where my brothers keep it tuck
run up on me, rest in pieces when my Fat Man blow you up, bitch
i came from the mud, ten toes down like i was stuck
fuck the numbers, fuck the money, im just keepin it a buck

i got 99 problems, none of them is that you will ever shoot me
methamphetamine and that heroin is the only thing that you shooting
keep saying you gon pop me but you only poppin pills
give a fuck that you got sober, you should know them drugs can kill

let me spell it out for you, that’s why yo bitch dead
kinda funny how we both wished God had took you instead
tried to tell you bout that karma but you didn’t listen
you deserve it, matter fact i say you fuckin did it

tryna copy my image
tryna copy my life bitch
mama don’t even like you
and you even crashed her van bitch
you ain’t gettin out the mud, uh
you a mf rat bitch
ain’t no shooters gettin near me
give yo pussy ass a face lift
tryna copy my image
tryna copy my life bitch
mama don’t even like you
and i bet nobody else did
you ain’t gettin out the mud, uh
you a mf rat bitch
ain’t no shooters gettin near me
give yo pussy ass a face lift

I WON'T GET THE CHANCE TO SEE YOU DIE

[REST IN PIECES]