HEADCRACKED [PROD. GASHUM]

LINKS

GXNER:
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Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

Kill Dyll (@kill_dyll)
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art @spiiral

LYRICS:
Gxner:

Imma hop out the whip
He ain't run, ain't run, ain't run, ain't run get low
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

Dyll:
Body's catch bullets like a light to a moth
Fuckers try to press me, never knowin what it cost
Pushin ever bullet, every blade til they rot
Dead lullabies in their mind when I'm out

When out imma kill
What I'm bout bouta fill

Ever body with a shell
Is it fake, is it real
Bouta Swallow every pill
Just to feel something still
Imma take what I can
What I can't I am feelin
Im pealing back scalps
What I'm about
In constant agony
That's what I shout

Kill for the culture
And Kill for the clout
Dyll ain no vulture
He'll make you a spout
Imma be making it with or without
The fuckers against me
You Better watch out

Re up no payment
I'm pushin his face in
The curb in the pavement
The fuckers that hate me
Are really displacing
My thrown next to satan
Fuck you I hate em
I leave em encased in
A tomb, not located
A stain on my sneaker
You're nothing but faded
Nothing but jaded

Existence erased
I'm nothing but cold
Imma be Killin it til I am old
See him so brazy
Think that he tall
That fucker is lazy
I'll make him real small

Duck all these bullets
My k like to blow
His friends in the back all fold
And scream
GET LOW

Gxner:
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

GET LOW (FEAT. KILL DYLL) (PROD. CRVLLLY)

IDONTCARE (PROD. E9)

TERMINATOR

7xvn - SOLD MY SOUL FOR $50

SIGNS

production: Gullyspit

Lyrics: 
Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 1: 
that’s a misfire
that’s a setback
I bet that 
stitch what you can save and put the rest inside my backpack
got fun in little bottles you have that 
come on back inside and grab a blunt
got pretty girls, you like they ass fat?

i be fucking toxic
i know they hate guts 
i might stay on drugs
smoke these roaches to the nubs
pretty people in my dm's
lot of black inside my lungs
i know they wanna see me rotten
wanna fill me up slugs 

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 2: 
off the jump
need a lift come suck me up
i been waiting for minute 
every finger needs a gun
i can’t deal with more attention
but attention is so fun
you the type to run your mouth
I’m the type to make you run
it’s okay though
cause i got pockets full of bands
i got money for a second till it burns right out my hands
empty stomach like my gas tank
concrete all on my land
i got weapon that been handmade
using printers from Japan

but today
honestly today 
I feel a bomb
my face got a mask
don’t say you scared of this gun
i just need a bit a time 
this moment won’t be for long
put the money in the bag or open wide for the pump

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

On The Road

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

MIND OF THE MASTERS w/ LXXIV

Grotesque

I feel all my friends resent me
Kill myself oh please don’t tempt me
I feel all my friends resent me
Kill myself oh please don’t tempt me

You been talking shit behind my back
I can tell by how you fucking act
I’m so sick of sick of being here 
Guess my future crystal fucking clear 

Ima wrap a rope around my neck and hang loose 
I’m not one to make amends I know there’s no use
People don’t change they just like to play pretend 
So what’s the point in talking
If they sticking to a trend 
boy
You don’t like me you just like to see the numbers run 
Bitch we live in shade no heat where the summer sun 
Keep a beam on me in case I need to let the sun shine
quit it wit the acting boy you walking on a thin line

No friends only enemy’s 
i got
no friends only enemy’s 
i got
no friends only enemy’s 
i got
no friends only enemy’s 

!BISSI YOU WANNA HOP ON THIS SONG!

I’ve learned my worth boy
I ain’t hopping on 
bitches call me Chris angel
 after one night
And I’m fucking gone 

!REAL SHIT!

All these people dress up like dolls 
It’s hard to have a conversation 
Talking to these walls 

But I don’t know why I keep going 
but i don’t know why i keep going
But I don’t know why I keep going 
but i don’t know why i keep going

I just wanna grab the 9mm out my desk and aim it at my head so I can clear my chest, they scream bissiboi the best but I swear they fucking lying, swear They fake like the rest, it’s Only numbers they be eyeing

TERMINATOR

l i s t e n a b l e_<3 (@listenable_iguess)

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