prod lucerne

threesome with jen and jennifer
this shit a genocide
switchin from the red to the white
huntin a better ride

i was in the county fair hmm
just for countin racks
dressed as count dracula
wit da garlic blood grass

shouts out to oblivion 
the blood of an argonian 
lil scales the lizard king   
dog and labrandaurian

doesnt take a microscope to see
that i been gifted
only strippers that im tryna fuck wit
started off as liquid

i just invvested in a voodoo doll
so if u got a prollem wit somebody u know who to call
hoes call me oogie balls
fore i finish thats on when i hit em wit the cudegras

me on q3dm17 thats my lil kinda murk
this that east mass shit 
its the right side of church
hoes hit em 
dog shittem
baby i want press ed work
i aint fuckin wit emotions 
no more that shit got me hurt

3 dolla dope bag 
fake ass chinese gas 
where yo phone at?
blown up like a beeper 
who wan go back ?
to when they had real heroin
in folded paper?
the mold is later
after time passes
mother nature 
always reclaims
all yo dime baggin
fuck a time fraction
im gon bomb past it
im the hash slinging slasher
this a blonde pageant

the wigs off im gettin ratchet
big soft i couldnt tax it
it was too raw

u needa feel this 
feelin myself new boob job

fuck the feds and the prison guards
chewed off

all the hands that fuckin fed em
look at chu dog

aint no bounty huntin in the commonwealth
if u got a issue put it on the problem shelf

all yo songs a psy op to get em fuckin locked up
sum bout some coke prices lean got his jaw fucked
actin super tough on the mic yeah it gon work
for like gucci, rest of yall need a growth spurt

me walkin down the street with my own curse
another swap meet EBT and cold turkey
i believe in god why u wont murk me
i might set the fuckin vibe i might go early

i was sippin ergot wit a witch thot
like a boyscout all i want is big knots
always way too high to be pissed off
goody green 90s baby im the big dawg

huh...errythang they did wrong 
if peter pecker pick the poorer man pocket
get off

sick of all the yadadadadadadada shit talk
errybody know somebody errybody get on 
coke and delears get rich ima peon
never turn cold on the bros aint no freeon

errybody talks and they talk ion be on
i just wan chill smoke a blunt get my free-on


party store or packey it aint moafuckin different
i be smokin hella bogeys got a coney i was kickin
i was 10 toes everywhere im usian gifted
ima blow this moafucka up and say sum different

scales aint nobody else could be him
crazy what these moafuckas pay for machine trim!!!

better open up the flood gates
one man change the whole world with some substrate

i be all them spores in that popcorn 
if u aint ever reach enigma u should pop more

i was hittin dreamer carts im on the top floor
sippin on mimosas i aint wearin tom ford

495 im the only one surviving

LIZARD TEETH 9 (PROD. LUCERNE)

DRAG N’ DROP

AS WE GATHER ON THIS SABBATH (PROD. ARAGOTH)

O U I J A B O Y, man I hate this guy
Recognize you worthless, you a burden yeah you qualify
Fucking up, In drugging up til DNA is modified, realize nothings working, recommending suicide
Nine with me on the side bitch its do or die
Look alive, its still eye for eye, almost out of time
I dont mind, ever since I was a jit I struggled to survive
Ask me how Im doing expect me to straight up lie
M.I.A. no C.I.A it’s fuck the banks Im Samuel Hyde
Hated overstated, over played I just dont know why
Abiding by the unexplained ache i wont apologize 
I dont got nothing, no reason for bluffing and what the fucks is family ties?
The beast with the least from the east coast
Teaching Smith & Lessons, not no felon, where you teeth go?
Aim to split yo melon, triple 7, shoot like free throw
Deaf and blind you Keller, Hellen, you aint shit boy we know
Slumlord hit a dumb whore with a drum or a butterfly blade
Keep on throwing that shade, Ima be showing you graves with yo fucking name
Sleep for the weak, mine should be permanent 
808s thumping its something not heard of yet
Load up a beat, proceed to murder it
Beat up the track like Im snapping invertebrate

Been plotting an scheming on taking ya life 
Open ya mouth n swallow this knife 
Cut out your tounge, saying shit I don't like
Fuck I don't fight
Pull out the gat put two in ya spine 
Movie on set, when I pull out the 9
Spark up this bitch like the gas in my blunt 
Ex bitch calling, told that bitch she a cunt
Uh
We coming for your skulls 
Leave ya body Inna box 
You don't like the shit we say?
Tell ya bitch ass kick rocks 
We some solo soldiers
Death all on my shoulders 
Gripping on my fuckin gat 
Until fuckin bones hurt 
Can't stop, won't stop
Gonna talk shit Till I'm up at the top 
Your dome gon blow
Blood thicken the plot 
I take ya soul
Now your screaming for God 
No
Needa stop that stop shit
Chrome 45 gonna bust ya shit
Another homicide 
In the town I reside 
That's another day in the 7 to the 5

The Beast With The Least From The East Came To Reap

If he walked how hes talking i dont he’d speak again
Couldnt care if you agreed with it
I dont need a approval, opinions, religion you follow a guide and you’re still a shit person
There is no God in my verses, maybe some ego atleast there’s a purpose
I could never be the motherfucker on the cover, i dont get along with others purely due to my discernment
Wearing a mask for immersion, go figure they hate every version
I dont wanna try to safe face anyway, mane who am I impressing everybody’s straight worthless
Let em fly high where the birds be
When these fuckers die it really hurts me
We were in the middle of a surgery
Spirits stuck wander in purgatory
Lethargic you harmless, not predatory
Regardless youre parked in infirmatory 
The way that I view you derogatory 
Shrine made of your organs in the dormitory 
Irrelevant i wanna sever shit im on a separate path, bullet his brain and I laugh, bully his bride and i dash, burning up hash, lowkey Im mad
Heavy with the weapon spreading lead Im on the way to heaven they gon send me back to send a message to the masses but they slower than molasses I dont care how much time passes I just wanna touch the ashes of the past
Couldnt care less that the shit that I say may come off as a cringey remark 
Now hes biting the curb he got parked and if that boy was smart he would never had tried me, he barked
Boy he had heart
Had cuz its past tense Im having a half of his heart on the shelf, been displaying it like hes an elk
Cards in your hand have been dealt, couldve been worse you admit it yourself
Next is your kin, youre not alone in hell
Who am i kidding? Its solitude cells
Less than in prison but still youre a shell
Materialistic, new belt
I dont wanna go til I really know if there is afterlife Id rather there is no
Id rather not another place im sharing with you hoes
I dont wanna see you motherfuckers as a ghost
Ima bleed another motherfucker let em know
Ouija do the most, Ouija overdosed
Ouija isnt nothing but the lowest of the low
Ouija with the squeegee with the pole gotta scope
So low, a motherfucker solo to my life im a no show
Leaking red, rojo, you dont really wanna know hoe, like Im falling in a trap door Ouijaboy

SOLO (SO LOW)

Lyrics: Mummy Land 6 By Drownthefeds
Bullets holes in your body from that talkin’ 
See that tape around the block the Feds talkin’ 
In the haunt you ain’t welcomed you is not in’ 
You ain’t fam you aint gang you is not it!

Section eight on my leg with a flipped down cross 
Suicidal so I jump I do it like Kriss kross
Tasted blood from her neck then my soul got hot
Broken bones when I pop when I drop I walk
Stainless glass holy images be sponsored by god 
Angel wings get too burning when I turn down the block 
Ash of the omen read the eulogy then just drop off the money 
I’m wrapping blunts inside the coffin with Anubis’s mummy 
Im riding Cerberus with luficer she tell me I’m yummy 
This catalytic Cadillac we pop it back when it’s sunny 
I turn to dust and watch you cry I think this shit kinda funny 
two stepping with lil freddy in your dreams it get bloody

Mummy Land 6 (prod. Incline)

Grabbing the swords for war, blood soaked floors
Of course, absorb horned headed demons from the ouija board
Hit Ouijaboy whats the reason for? This illusion disillusioned the solutions abhorrent
When it rains its pouring, plan your death employ it
Eat people thru Soylent, fuck living with these peasants, forewarned new poison
Black Magic Whorer Movie for my sick enjoyment
Got a clip appointment itching to deliver slivers size of a coin 
Whats that noise? Click, hotter than some porridge, horrid, all you fuckers annoying
Human life I strife with its pointless
I drop bombs, dont carry em
My thoughts delirium 
6 feet to bury him
Wood box to carry him
Rag wrapped like Syrian
Find the root, mycelium
Lose a tooth or cranium
Bitch im hard, vibranium
Boy you not, hilarious
Antichrist vicarious
Ouijaboy the scariest
Know you cant be serious
No you wont get near to this
Hear my flow? Meticulous
But Im still kinda new to this and no I dont do no tutoring bitch
Shoulda woulda coulda motherfucker but you won’t though
Innocent of innocence, and ina sense a villain hoe
The difference is insolence, you end up residential home
Horns up like an antelope, the New World Order scapegoat 
Float home, you dug yourself a hole
Arm and leg be the price to save yo soul
On the low, addicted to prescription bitch we know Im a scumbag I deserve death row 
Cogs missings, need a rewire, breathing retire, got my thoughts tripping, mental anguish, growing painless with my saw spinning, lowered on yo face, now yo jaw ripping awaken where the demons play
Weightless statements every word is baseless
Aimless swing the blade dont get to close you faceless
Brainless ass motherfucker, corpse nameless
Shameless, fucking with the ouija you courageous 
I taste the blood in my teeth if he dissing its sneak
Its straight fuck your beliefs, drop a tab underneath
Knee deep as I creep in the swamp and the creek
Sleep deep underneath set the haunted ones free
Im dishonest wont pass the gas off this chronic
Immodest my clique toxic the stick vomit
Missing mobbing we dominate bout everybody
A drugged up zombie with flesh rotting, the blood clotting
My shadow stretches to dark places it starts at hades
The hollow deadman with wretched stenches but can you blame me?
The cannabis just smells like piss I hit the lottery
My conglomerates shattering skulls, pottery
Reaching from their shackles, demons reaping tabernacles
From the darkness to your mind, evil creatures start to cackle
Creeping in the shadows you can find me on the gallows 
Leeching off the cattle feel no peace until I dabble

Solve et Coagula

An alternative version of malevolence's lyrics, but with more! Just some more timber for you guys, ill have some all plats drops soon


YEAH SCCCRRRRIIPTZ


I need to break free
Feeling like an animal shelter are these pleas
Praying for a break in this dark happening
Stripper bitch on my dick and her name is Kimberlee 
I make the timber  fall
Engulf it in the flames
Im another mecha-gnome with a genie on the scene 
Casting DMT in dome, with 30 milligrams
Im in a mech I told you all, gatling cannon on your dreams

S+ VVS on my motherfuckin chest
187 on the reverend - bishop dead ide kill for less
Yeah these bitches aren't worth a dime, I found them on the left
Turning right before their death, what the fuck is even left??? Fuck...


Im fucking pissed to rest
I need a fucking rest heh, I need a fuckin rest...
Sleep was (be)'fore my time, 
And now we walking lead dead
Wild wild west in a world turning red red...
Play it...


JUKEBOX, playing in the blood got the rouge talk
Tellin them to take out the GUAP 
Need that juice in my motherfuckin blue cup
Got the boost in the back of my tuner
Chop off another roof do bazooka
Domes flyin home, choppa sawed off to the root
Stuck up on some sweats, yeah I fucked the pussy loose
I'm a Nephilim (I'm a Nephilim) 
I'm white and im SOOTHE

STRIPPER OF NEPHILIM (PROD. DISTRO)

HEATHEN


IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL

I AINT BEEN MAKIN SENSE 
IM MAKIN DIGI HITS
WHOLE LOTTA CYBER SHIT
MY BRODIE BEEN ON THIS
LIKE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS
THIS AINT FOR FUN LIL BITCH
IM GETTIN IGNORANT
LIKE IM GREEN N SHIT
FUCK IT HIT THE BLISS

WHY THEY WANNA TALK LIKE HOE THE FUCK I TOLD YO ASS IM BUSY
IMA BE BY MYSELF DONT NEED NO HELP BETTER GET ON FUCK YOU TRIPPIN FOR
IM UP WHEN THE NIGHT GO RIPPIN OUT TRACKS WHILE THEY BITCHASS GET TO SLEEPIN
EVER GOT A PHONE CALL BUT THEY DONT CALL AND THE VOICE ON THE VOICEMAIL SPOKE A DEMON

I WAS WRONG TO EVER THINK THAT ANYONE COULD BE PROTECTED
I BLOCK OUT MY MIND AND BURN EVERYTHING THATS IN MY VISCINITY
WE WAKE UP COLD WITH FROZEN BONES LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED
THEN I GO AGAIN TURN ON THE HEAT AND SWEAT OUT EVERY SINGLE SIN

AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL
AND IF I EVER DIE ILL NEVER MAKE AMENDS W MY SOUL

JET BLACK DEAD PERSONA
WITH MY AURA SPOROZOA
I CANT DIE AND YOU A POSER
WATCH ME SHINE LIKE SUPERNOVAS
ITS THAT MUTHAFUCKA ZETA
CRUSHIN UP YO SISTERS ADDYS 
VENOM CREEPIN THROUGH THE PIT WITH CENTIPEDES IN MY PROXIMITY

FUCK THAT BITCH I LOVE AMPHETAMINES
ICE KICK LIKE UPPER NINETIES
OR SUBZERO GOT THE SCALE TO FREEZE
I COMBAT MY MORTALITY
CRYSTAL SHARDS IN MY DUNGEON
I MELT EM IN GOOD ABUNDANCE
THAT CRACKBACK LOOK JUST LIKE FEATHERS
I CLEAN IT AND LEAVE NO REMNANTS


LYRICS
----------
KTP
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New face same feelin
Can’t erase that
This the same damn trail 
Just a new path 
SoulScammer like my brother 
This some new wrath 
Arm n hammer like my mother this some new crack

ZR1 burnin rubber fuck a hell cat
No mail dead phone watch my health lack
I need poison witta bitch where the scale at 
You ain’t real unless you dead 
I’m boutta test dat

Sixth sense got me speakin to a lost tomb
No candles can you handle letting god choose
My choice when it’s comin to the dark truth
No voice still screaming in the show room


My peace of mind
Barely in tact 
I’m gettin high 
off the get back
Said you a bitch 
And I meant that
Send you to lay
Where the rest at
-----------------------
RICKY 
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Walked around the circle hadda curse a couple foes 
My ops ain’t really present cuz the grave is where they roam 
Ichi im the killa im just stretching out his bones
My bitch is not vanilla I like very freak ho’s
She get it her from mama I can see it in her soul 
The candles light the room but when I enter 
They don’t 
Darkness in they eyes I laugh around in they home 
I ain’t tryna be you bitch forget that 
Ice cold wrist froze ima relapse 
Noose tied I drop by the rehab
My face my melt where da weed at

No Candles Feat. Ricky Lagoon [Prod.Aurelo]

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