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)

LYRICS :
Pop-pop out with that galick gun 

Feed her some my kakarot 

Banana be my clip drum hitting like its donkey kong

Jumping over barrels im not one to save a hoe nah 

Get the hell up out my face i need another gold star 



All these other rappers cappin talkin bout some redrum 

Only thing get cut up is yo fatass need a niptuck 

nagging so much worse than a lil bitch up on her menstrual 

Acting like im pressed about a bird i never gave a fuck 



Fuck fuck fuck 

South side playaz we gon pull up to yo crib 

Knock knock playa may i mack up on yo trick 

I dont even gotta ask she already let me in 



Call me kjay when i lose i still feel like im gon win 

If im outta mind im outta sight aint got time for no friends 

Why they talk behind my back the voices tell me everything 

I know it sound a lil crazy i aint wrong yous a bitch 







I been 

Trying

Too much

To let it go 



Keep yo 

silence 

Before 

I let it blow


Got that bitch howlin gutter to the moonlight 247 throw the blade like a kunai
24k chrome armour sittin poolside
White bitch HOLLUP wait bitch
get the noose tied 
F -fuck -fuck your clique it’s ab6 or dsg
Now that I ain’t w yo bitch no more I left that for the streets
Yung gutt in the cut steady posted w the fleet
Bitch im hoppin on these beats and steady walking like I’m gleesh

Gleesh walk do it all for the set
I keep em all out of breathe I hit the mall with the tech
I tell er baby don’t you worry got it all in the bag
But anyway it doesn’t matter bitch we all living dead

Gs up
hoes down
For the neck
3s up
Ghost out
You a pawn for the rest
Who was that like I don’t know em
treat em like they cigarettes
I’m Out the flames I’m with a sword
I Put Diamond on my chest

DUNGEON QUEST 1998 - bumboi w gutterbousouz (prod. bumboi)

I said baby whats yo name 
And where you from 

I just wanna know 

Can i be the one 
That could take you 
Round the world 

Think i want you 
To be my girl 

We can have a conversation 
Cmon girl lets talk
I got  time that i can waste
If you wanna take a walk 
Dont gotta settle 
For complacent 

Ill take my time 
Baby im patient 
_________________
Its like as soon as i knew you 

I knew that it would last 

like i met you 
from my last life

Or somewhere from the past 
2 different souls
From different places 

You meant for me 
I had to face it 

Sending texts 
Like its a love letter 

throw it in the trash 

Stay up 
waiting till the sun
Hoping you would write me back 
Do anything no hesitation 

Would never rip 
Or tear these pages 
_______________
Hook

BE MY GIRL ( Prod. Dirty Vans )

Lyrics:

Aye aye aye
Hit em in the soul
Rippin they guts out 
Let em scream
Let em cry fuck you
You gonna die now hoe
Let’s go 
Boutta be time for the nighttime butcher 
To feast on yo soul
Wanna ride?
Bring a sword and a Colt
Pick em off one by one
Die by the sword when you step up 
Know it’s the last hoe
Taking they last breath
When I stomp on they skull oh no 
Let’s do this bitch
Another soul
In my collection here to stay 
And collect dust
All you fuckas wanna try my patience
Get the fuck out my home
I don’t want war 
But you hoes leaving little room to move
In this sea of these talentless foe
Man I don’t know what I should do
Better start picking em off now
Fore I lose my shit on you 
Oh

Crack em in the face wit a cane tho
.45 mane it’s ready for the fade hoe
10 toes down 
I ain’t movin from my place bro
If you pick a damn fight
Hope you ready for a grave
Oh
Breaking em down
Like I’m stackin em up
Little bitch we ain’t moving the same
No
Rip out yo heart got that plate on my face
Red eye stay glowing like my name Kano 
Ha bitch you can’t do better than me
A lone wolf made a name
Undead Ronin a king
I pull the sword out of the stone
And start beheading motherfuckers
If you steppin on my turf
I show you bustas why they call me Butcher
‘Capitate makin it rain
Blood
Dropping yo body and cover it up
We ain’t same 
Blood 
I am that mane
You see in the flames
Demons surrounding my body and name
Oh

Bitch you want more?
Pray to yo god I don’t gore
Mask on my face
Ram the horns in yo guts
In yo core
Crawl on the floor
Wit the tears on yo face
Now you begging me begging no more
Fuck you
Lil bitch I don’t take the word of a cunt 
Like you 
Fuck
Sick of all the mind games
Mind flayed
I might be The Absolute
Cause I got a zombie army to swallow you
Carnifex
Swinging the axe on yo neck
Put in checkmate
Sweeping the leg
When I’m seeing red meat
Ready to cut you up
Maiming yo body 
This first degree murder is fucked 
Aye yo mane
Heard a little rumor 
That you wanted some fame
You better cough up cash
Or get ready to suck dick
And snake shit
Everybody claiming the top
Are a bunch of stuck pigs
Fuck shit spewing out they mouth 
When they speak shit
Sounding like they are a bag of shit before they talk 
Mayday heard yo numbers dropping off
Well that’s a shame bro
Maybe quit the features 
And make music yourself for a change
Coming for they neck
Wit a rusty chef knife aye
I don’t wanna hear
What the fuck you have to say
Bitch
Smack em to the ground
Wit 40 pounds of sandstone 
Cheekbones poking out of they face
They need a headstone 
Bro’s leaking like a faucet
Like a zit his head I pop it 
Stop and take his fuckin wallet 
For the Profit 
Bitch it’s murder for hire 
Just send me greenback
Rolling in the blood and guts
And hella money stacks
Go up on the onion
Flip a script and then send me the cheddar 
Pick a little bitch for the red dot hoe
Imma take his soul

Your Soul Is Mine! [prod. Undead Ronin]

Lyrics:

(Bitch)
I been in my bag
Better get back
'Fore I attack
Cause if I pull out this strap
Then it's just dead people in body bags
I'm feeling a little manic
It's got me in panic mode
I'm manic depressive
And know that I'm bouta fucking blow
If I would've ran with a crew
Way back in the day
We'd be shooting up schools
Feeling a little delusional
What I could do to you
Putting your shit on the roof
So fuck it
I'm making your brains explode
Putting your shit on the ceiling
In front of your hoes
Talk that shit now
I'm finna come walk this bitch down

They thought that they could talk about me
And that I wouldn't do shit
They thought that they could walk around me
And that I just threw fits
They thought that they could cop a bounty
And just pounce on my shit
But now I got a growth spurt
And I leave 'em toothless

Do the things I wanna do
Run up and pay the price
Get ravenous like piranhas do
Your body covered in bites
I'm smoking marijuana goop
Hits from the knife
Bitch I can tell ya bout the one and two
We'll show ya the light
Can't give a fuck about no pussy motherfucker you know
I know you talking shit about me
I got fire for the smoke
I got a rope
I'll catch a puny little shrimp by the throat
I'll walk in blood till I'm soaked
I'll swim through blood with my bow
Bitch!
Gave up on the pocket knives
Now I rock a sheath
I could cut you open like a fruit
And let the pit breathe
I could cut you open like a patient under surgery
If I cut you open you should murder me
Gave up on the pocket knives
Now I rock a sheath
I could cut you open like a fruit
And let the pit breathe (I could cut you uh huh)
I could, cut you
If I cut you open you should murder me!

Goth Boy pull up in a trench coat
All black, white eyes, and a pencil
What he do?
Do he write?
Or do he flick it?
The Dewey decimal system about to make 'em livid
Six-six-six
Bitch I'm hard as glass
Watch how easily I break off this shard in your ass
Harden the pass
I'm constipated
Shit fucking me up
I'm bouta r*pe you with my guts
You keep fucking with us
My insides penetrating yours
And explosions!
Fuck venom
Bitch I'm living in these emotions
I own 'em
Like I own you
You my slave
I'm the type of person to blow up inside a rave

They thought that they could talk about me
And that I wouldn't do shit
They thought that they could walk around me
And that I just threw fits
They thought that they could cop a bounty
And just pounce on my shit
But now I got a growth spurt
And I leave 'em toothless

Apple

Toothless (feat. Gizmo)

NO EULOGIES

AK47 (PROD. ROUDIEJ)

$UICIDEBOY$ TYPE BEAT "THY KINGDOM COME" (PART IV)

OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS!
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WALKINGMINDLESS [prod.OhChaos混沌]

SOUTH CLIQUE (prod. Bumboi)

PRODUCED BY EVIL_MYSTIC
ENGINEERED BY LUNARNM
ILL MINDED MAFIA 2025

MAKE ‘EM SICK (PROD. EVIL_MYSTIC)

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𝓛𝓪 𝓕
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