Recorded my verse in 2019 & I finally got some fitting features.

SHOUT OUT @lvstforpain & @gorejit

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Active Shooter FT. LVST + GOREJIT [Prod. MYSTXRY]

PROD. ME

CHOOSING TO BE AN ARTIST IS A MENTAL ILLNESS
I'M PROBABLY GONNA QUIT MAKING MUSIC SOON
I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
I PLAYED THIS SONG ON TOUR A LOT

I SMOKE FREEBASE CRACK LIKE HUNTER BIDEN

LYRICS:

SAID I DON'T GET ONLINE AND ASK YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU FIGHT
THEY DECIDE
I SIT BACK AND STACK MY FUCKING VOCAL TRACK
CATCH YOU RIGHT OUTSIDE I'M ON THIS BUS FOR FUCKING 25
THEY DECIDE
IF I EVER SEE THE DAY I'M 25

WHY WOULD I SPEND ANY TIME ON MAKING WHAT I THINK YOU WANT
I CAME OUT TO STAND ON TOP HIS NECK JUST LIKE A FUCKING COP
I KEEP WISHING DEATH ON ALL MY FRIENDS AND I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP
I CAN'T EVEN TAKE MYSELF TO BED BECAUSE HE NEED TO ROT

I KNOW WHERE I'M FUCKING UP AND WHERE I GOT MY SHIT ON LOCK
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING WANT
MAYBE YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE I WORK AND NOW THEY GIVE A FUCK
SORRY THAT YOU FEEL LIKE I'M YOUR ENEMY I'M REALLY NOT

TELL ME IF YOU HEAR IT IN MY VOICE THAT I'M NOT FEELING RIGHT
I BEEN UP FOR HOURS AT THIS POINT SO IT'S ON FUCKING SIGHT
I GIVE UP ON MUSIC ALL IT DOES IS MAKE ME FUCKING FIGHT
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I EVEN WANTED SO I REALLY MIGHT

I COULD TALK TO EVERY SINGLE FRIEND AND I STILL FEEL ALONE
I PUT EVERY PART OF WHO I AM AND I GOT NONE TO SHOW
I SPEND EVERY DAY IMPRESSING PEOPLE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW
IF I COULD I'D FUCKING DISAPPEAR THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED THOUGH

I KNOW PEOPLE THINK I GOT IT SET DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT
WORRY 'BOUT MY FRIENDS JUST LIKE I CARE THEN I DON'T CALL THEM BACK
I CAN'T EVEN WALK OUTSIDE 'CAUSE NOTHING MAKE ME HAPPY, BET
TELL YOUR FRIENDS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET

FUCK YOUR EXPECTATIONS, ANTI-MEDICATED PIECE OF SHIT
WHY WOULD I DESERVE IT ALL I EVER DID WAS FUCKING BITCH
EASIER IT'S SAID THAN DONE BUT WISH I MAKE YOU FUCKING SICK
SHIT DON'T REALLY MATTER THAT'S 'CAUSE NOTHING EVER

@guapsensei
art by @nuumastar
@yvngpvnk

lyrics:

(hook)
imma a mothafuckin asshole
have my way!
blue check money when i start my day
dance wave deck, low paid but set
how i been it when i died deep down and lay?

(verse)
aye sucka money down bad
get him in that peso lock
ok two shots and the fade gon drop
gon run!
if you think im spelling Armageddon 
imma low block, grippin and whippin to Kamar - Taj!
get the fuck down, minute money waste my time!
reminiscent of my chick, when the lowers are mere mimes
ok!
if i was a money - pressin wise guy
news flash bitch got you guessin if the dead die!
leave a man open, got you damaged and chokin
while you rubbin off your standards
in a line we be hoping...
what it do then?
you a misguide!
propane i be sippin while the rest die!
fuck all of your problems...
your disrespect!
had a shot go low
it was left unchecked
for the best tho!
i dont got em runnin up my asshole!
prior to the bitches i was tweakin thinkin let go!

(guap verse)

(hook x 2)

have my way! (w/ guap sensei) [prod. shneaky x 8OAPE]

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Hook:
I think I need a second 
bitch I cannot fucking breath 
okay
I pulled up 911 Gully flew in on the scene 
okay
bad karma not a weapon bitch I kill my enemies 
half a cup of bleach and kerosene my favorite recipe 
okay 

Verse:
i found a body at the grapevine
feeling co- dependent
need ideas you can take mine
and I been craving poison
I need something I can mainline 
bite the hands that feeds you 
when it treats you like a canine
said I need some poison 
can I try below yo waistline 
shorty I don’t waste time 
I’m in the box like FaceTime 
I’m on the rise like hate crimes 
and bigots in the grave
wait 
I meant proud boys in the grave 
wait 
I meant nazis in the grave 
okay 

they wanna see how much I bleed
take you by the wrist 
and baby you can play lead
something in the way
something that  I can’t even see 
everybodies dying 
when they just a mouth to feed 
the bullet only kills
if you already on your knees
they find yo body in the weeds 
grab yo fucking gun
and we can aim it at that sheets 
I don’t need to question 
I know everyone  agrees 
the bullet only kills
if you already on your knees 

Hook:
I think I need a second 
bitch I cannot fucking breath 
okay
I pulled up 911 Gully flew in on the scene 
okay
bad karma not a weapon bitch I kill my enemies 
half a cup of bleach and kerosene my favorite recipe 
okay

I Found a Body at the Grapevine

@chase_noir @tripple777

he ain’t really finna pop shit
you could bring a pole or we could do it like a mosh pit
fuck it, lose control, the way i do him catastrophic
put him in a hole, i take his soul, he catatonic
leave him in the dirt, that’s how i rock bitch

AWH SHIT
YUNG FLEX FUCK THE SCENE UP
TAKE HIM OUT AND HAND HIM TO HIS HOMIE, MAKE HIM CLEAN UP
PUSSY THINK HE BOUT IT, CAUSE THAT MOTHERFUCKER SEEM TOUGH
HE AIN’T ON THAT SHIT, I CALL A MEAN BLUFF

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT

BITCH I’M MOTHERFUCKING PISSED OFF, GRIPPING ON THE METAL
FINNA MAKE THE CHOPPA TALK, I WALK UP ON HIM, IT SAY HELLO
IMMA RIP HIM LIMB FOR LIMB IF YOU AIN’T GET THE FUCKING MEMO
IMMA BEAT HIM TIL HE REDDER THAN THE MOTHERFUCKING DEVIL, PUSSY NIGGA IMMA

break shit
talking out your neck, you conversating with the pavement
niggas steady bitching and i’m getting impatient
pussy motherfuckers like you make me hate shit
playing with your life, then imma take it

watch it
shïnï be the gang i’m with and you know that we mob bitch
i don’t really think you gon survive with how you talking
heater got like five left in it, you could get your top split
bitch i swear to god i’m spinning

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT (x2)

WHAT’S UP?
PUSSY PUT YOUR ONES UP
BEAT HIM TIL THE SUNS UP
TOLD HIM THAT’S IT’S TOUGH LUCK NIGGA

I’M AN A-HOLE
MURK HIM AND IT’S CASE CLOSED
MOTHERFUCK THE SAY-SO
YOU COULD GET YOUR BRAINS BLOWED NIGGA

(TRIPLE777)
i don’t think he want my bullshit
hit em one or two times till he knows it
you know how it goin, i’m rollin
i’m never foldin
T7 stay golden

i’m not poly but my life has always taught me
two is better than one, come fuck me and suck me
monotonous monogamy, on top of mahogany
for the third time today like she is apart of me

my life is dope and I do dope shit
i don’t give a fuck what you think Important
i'm focused on that rib eye steak and ocean
no eleven, i be solo dolo living coasting

I’M LIVIN A REAL LIFE IN THE MATRIX
BUT THIS NEO GOT RAY BANDS AND FRESH KICKS
i feel like an m&m in the trail mix
NOBODY CAN TELL ME JUST WHO THE MAN IS

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT (x2)

POP SHIT (FEAT. TRIPLE777) [PROD. CHASE NOIR]

Just a track that didn’t make the ep but also didn’t want it to go to waste because I think it’s really good so here you go skxjdjdjd :)))


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LYRICS:

I can’t help no more
Fuck the past 
Lay you on the floor 
Blade gon leave a gash
Just another whore
You can save yourself 
Imma fuck your face and slash you with a sword
You’re so fake (x2)

Went from lovers to you hate my guts I hate you too bitch that’s ok
Hope I overdose I take in bulk no little shit ok
I want to die it’s all a lie I’m lying dead I slit my wrists ok
Bitch you hope I die

Lock my soul I keep it 
Duck and dodge I’m weaving
Listen what you scheming
Cooking like I’m Jessie pinkman
Fuck you keep on weeping
Throw you off the deep end

I can’t help no more
Fuck the past 
Lay you on the floor 
Blade gon leave a gash
Just another whore
You can save yourself 
Imma fuck your face and slash you with a sword
You’re so fake

rot (PROD. poltergeist)

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

KMS. (PROD. Call Dealer)

human waste. (Feat. dollbreaker) (PROD. fatalloverdose)

The devil in me got an easy job, ill sacrifice my life just help me wire pipe bombs
Ouijaboy the reaper shoving reefer into blunts ignite the skunk, evil lurks behind your eyes we’ve won, this race is done
Rats getting backspaced, bodies on the backpage,
DNA on blacktop, run him over flat faced
Mad weight holding down my lungs, think I got back pain
Chest ache, hope I keep on living just for death’s sake, Hell’s gates, bells shake, underworlds one true king
Lower level dwelling devil headed, never settled, never level headed, hell embedded, metal pressing, triple seven never repping, armageddon one stop heaven
Methods of a deadman, been a peasant, cursed since adolescence 
Always coughing into the oxy-coffin
I lost the plot, plotting
Got choppa knock-knocking
My jacket holding hacksaw, need no menthol just the pot
Demon seeded, oxy needing heathen, Ouija born to rot
Watch bodies drop
First impression wish you never met me i know
Did I mention that I hated all things living? For sure
Need protection, Im not talking bout insurance, Geico
Ouija colder than the therapy chambers, Cryo
Cant go back to hell 
Police power trippin put his newborn in a vacuum seal
Strap em to the table, let him feel this brand new power drill
Smoking on that floral, I aint talking bout no daffodil 
Turn him into maggot meal, grab the steel, how’d it feel?

Blessed Be The Ones Who He Has Eaten

Every blade cuts deeper when the beat drops.  

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