rythm too fast for me, but I like this beat

Bangers XI

Crematoria - Sick Fuck

THE FINAL FUCKENING.

LINEUP:
@JAMESGORCZYCA1
@LVSTFORPAIN
@VENTINGPALACE
@THE0000
@DHAELO
@SNIPZTEA
@C3OF

PRODUCED BY @JAMESGORCZYCA1
ART BY @C3OF

MENTAL OFFLINE (SINGLE)

MENTAL OFFLINE

Produced by 6a6ayaga
Mix/Master by Xstitch 
Art by @dodstriket.hel on instagram 

Lyrics


Lil bitch I’m stacking bloody paper 
With my crew out causing mayhem 
I hit you shawtey in the dm 
Like my loud pack reaking 
Soul stealing 
Motherfucker 
I could blow for no reason 
Pull up with the choppa finna blow him to peices 
New burner I just ran it back on a big bag 
Keltech with the drum mag 
Make ‘em run fast 
Too bad 
Got a toe tag 
Where yo crew at 
Hold fast 
Tell ‘em hold fast 
Where the dough at
I got all these bitches playin money in the middle 
Want the gold you want the power better grip the fucking pistol 
You ain’t ever out of range the scoped ar it gonna hit em 
I supply the work you movin boy I’m making all the riches 
See your plug he flexing money but that money go to me 
I was nothing now I’m something I ain’t doin shit for free 
When I killed you little cousin had him beggin on his knees 
Yaga please don’t do it 
But I pop my shit with ease 
Bitch 
Who the fuck you think you talkin to 
Finna pop back 
Police coming hide it in my shoes 
The I run fast 
Blood stain all up on suit 
Don’t regret that 
And who the fuck you think you steppin to 
Gettin pushed back 
I’m talking hallow points so hit the deck 
You find me where yo mrs at 
Or find me posted with the set 
Popping at yo broadies head 
Never claimed I’m perfect 
I got demons from the past 
Suddenly your not so tough when I be smacking in that mag 
I can redefine my bottom with these empty bottles of jack 
New pack new bag know I’m Bouta run it back

Money In The Middle (prod. 6a6ayaga)

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I'm locked loaded
Anyone who apposes
Soon will know this
Let the walls be red as roses
Feels like I'm about to blow this
I will paint the halls
Push my button
And we all fall
It's your call
It's final notice
Can't control
This notion got me cold and frozen
Taken everything
I'm shaken up
Been faking my emotions
Now I wanna drink this potion
Take an oath of devotion
Compulsion
And If you ask then I will Divulge it
Told you before
I'm locked loaded
Here's my temper
Now you can hold it
Once before I would've imploded
But that's all gone now I'm exploding

Pretty little demon
You ever seen her
Whisper the chant of the reaper
Fell in the pit of the chamber
Anger so red I'm in danger
Sip on the fear of the angels
One wrong move and it's over
Put the heathen on a poster
Rep for the soulless
Sinking I'm feeling approach-less
Docile energy fuck it I'm hopeless
Lying like shit through my teeth
Let the single thought i harbor bout the death upon my own leech
Someone call the police
Trapped in the heat of the moment
Facetious I'm feeling
Seven sins I wish I was a better person
Proposition couple brothers and they both the devils sitters
Conversations will not solve the fucking torture I'm enduring
Bull I will myself to carry on the pleasures is my curing

Bullet to the brain
Make the blood flow
Carve into my chest
When another fuckin' word
Vomits out attack
Wrap me in hate, wrap me in hate
While you're reaping your own fate
Tell me oh tell me I'm wrong
Push me to a level where I never wanna get to
Soulless is the only being that I really can become
Let me have a little fun
Tethered to the spite
I feel ignited
Feel the fire rising
Tears from the fallen they're watching
Terror in their eyes now blinding

Temperature

MAD! (W/ TONEJUSTDIED) [PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE]

fun song B-)
recorded/engineered by ottoXL

COI LERAY feat. MADJAX & EDDISON (prod. cj hunter)

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HATE ME NOW (prod. MORECALCIUM)

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by nightrdd & skinnydrag 
cover art by fxckjamie 

(Lyrics)

I cracked open the door to hell
I thought I would just take a peak 
But I released some demons and I turned into another freak
Im drowning in my guilt now any day im gonna have to sink 
Right down into the bottom tear apart my only way to speak
I’ve been losing sleep like every night now it’s a curse Im feeling helpless in my skin and I know soon I will reverse myself into a place I can’t imagine but I know it’s worse so I’ll just bite another bullet and just write a fucking verse 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
I’ll spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Always Staying apprehensive cuz I’m only seeing bad signs
All my thoughts are blurry, feel like I’m out of my damn mind
Think I’ll take my life but imma wait until it feels right
Shrouded by the dark still want to live to see the daylight 
I know I said it once but I’mma say it again I ain’t fucking around no I ain’t playing pretend
I bury all of my thoughts deep in the ground
I just wanna forget everything I found 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
Spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Another night that im high and loosing my sight
Act fine, out of line, trying to make it all right
Another light so bright that I failed to ignite 
But I ain’t bitchin despite 
Im always loosing the fight (x2)

MULHOLLAND DRIVE [PROD. NIGHTRDD & SKINNYDRAG]

prod lil $weden + aragoth
Cover art: @gekxta


Lyrics:
Satanic writings all over the ceiling 
Decapitate heads & then I start the peeling 
A Knife made of bone in my pocket concealing 
I just can’t escape the way I’m always feeling x2

I never forget it 
You’ll live to regret it 
I’ll leave you beheaded 
WOOF WOOF 
I know where you’re headed
I’m prophet the dreaded 
The devils descendent 
WOOF WOOF
A true necromancer 
Turns dead resurrected 
The demonic army 
I’ll never see heaven 
I’ll burn for eternity 
sins aren’t repented 
Looked god in the face 
And he showed me rejection 

When I’m in hell 
I know I’ll be respected 
A satanic soldier 
That’s used as a weapon 
My heart is so cold 
Cuz I don’t know affection 
A real fallen angel 
the devils obsession 
My eyes rolling back 
Cuz demonic possession 
I live in the void 
& I channel aggression 
make souls of living 
Feel all the oppression 
& turn a happy family 
Into depression 

Live or die? Suicide
That is the question 
Gun to my head 
And I can’t wait to press it 
Fuck my existence
I’m tired of stressing 
I’ll kill myself 
Just to be with my brethren  

I’m really a curse 
But they think imma blessing 
Satanic alter 
I’m killing the reverend 
Kill for the power 
Exterminate peasants 
all throughout life 
I’ve been learning new lessons 

Satanic writings all over the ceiling 
Decapitate heads & then I start the peeling 
A Knife made of bone in my pocket concealing 
I just can’t escape the way I’m always feeling x2

NEVER FORGET

PROD. SIXTHELLS

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

STEADY GETTING PAID
DIG YOUR GRAVE WITH A SPADE
CHROME BE MY KNIFE
MAKE 'EM RUN INTO MY BLADE
BLEEDING OUT ON THE PAVEMENT
NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU
NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU
NOT GOD AND OR SATAN

LURKING ON THE LOW
PUT HIS BODY IN A DITCH
MONEY ALL I KNOW
GIVE IT TIME ILL GET RICH
EVERY TIME I GET GOOD
FEEL LIKE SOMETHING I WILL MISS
GO GO BACK IN THE TRENCHES WITH SOME DIAMONDS ON MY WRIST
PUT SOME DIAMONDS ON MY BITCH

GET SOME BLOOD UP ON MY KICKS
I BEEN STACKING AL MY SINS
INSIDE MY HEAD IM FEELING SICK
LIKE A GHOST IN THE NIGHT
I BEEN DYING HOW I LIVE
I COULD GO ANYTIME
ALL THESE BURDEN I CAN'T LIFT

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

SKULLCRACK

Im a chema-typical 
Tricking up some net gain from these somber high hoes
Fashionista on game, no dice any more for these flows
Im fading out, berating clout I dont want it im a ghost
IM Hidden in the floorboards Im becoming part of host
Take your body for a ridey flakin off I dont like joes
Mac 10 silenced hidey in my furry lined coat, 
comin up on me and ill turn you to a missing john doe

Brassed out, tactical, tactin up, my dukes are cut 
Catapultin, backin up, deagle with  the chrome roughed up 
Im a combat fanatical Im waking under (u)surper' hut
I missed the u cuz they are selfish working under godless luck
Demi urge pissed so I throw the (ouro)'boros clip, eating that tail bit by bit
gonna be famous in a bit, singing shit that's just like this, under motherfuckin 'his', 
eye of horus watchin chorus so I think the stars are pissed 

*2
So I distance with them
Im at a distance with it 
Throw a diss in the middle
Of this glocked tuck fiddle
Its singing humiliation out the barrel im not kiddin 
Make this jester talk with the metal cocked back for the thinning, yeah

I THINK THE STARS ARE PISSED (PROD. CIRCLEBAD)

Fresh Air (1)

Satan//God (Feat Taj tha god)

bitch up on a pole, smack that ass just like a tether ball
slaughta, speed dial need a plug you know who to call
if you need some work let me know i bet i got it all
came a long way from bummin cigs and scrapin at the mall
r.i.p. city, PDX, i got 2 clips wit me and im comin for your necks

blowin through these checks and i do it with a smile
seen your ass wheezin when you try and run the mile
sea of chalk around me leave they bodies in a pile
bitch ill do the race, never see my ass on trial
2 clips and i got em ridin with me,
copped a new whip, do about buck 50
popped an adderal, n it got me feelin dizzy
bitch you say you got a man, well then where the fuck is he

got my engines revvin, bitch it sound just like a hemi, semi automatic pop out if i know they tryna hit,
bitch i wish a pussy would like my name was Timmy turner, there aint nothin fairly odd if i hit you with this burner uh

wassup wassup, get buck get buck, its a, stickup stickup, my choppa hiccup hiccup
run that shit back up, no need to act tough
im bout the shit that you cannot back up
i let my nuts drag, usin your merch as a cum rag,fuckin with me catch a toe tag, watchin you try and its so sad.

run it back, flip it and double and double the sack,
plottin on you when i run in the back 
fuckin with me an you catchin a tag

aint no time for talkin lil bitch, yeah we past that
all yall smokin boof my b.o. smell like some gass pack
yall some pussys on the low you put that shit on wax,
you aint catch no k, bitch dont play im finna bust back.

Speed Dial

This is a very difficult song for me to release, so I really hope you guys enjoy it 💜💜💜💜

YOU'RE FUCKING YOUR HEALTH

You 'finna fuck around, get dusted out
Lay a finger on me put you down
I've had enough, I scream so loud
I'll fuckin' drown

You a fuckin' clown
Booze up in you're gut, you're layin' down
Wake up and fuckin' repeat the sound
Don't even know what you speakin' 'bout

Now you passin' out
Now you passin' down
All of the problems you have with yourself
Blamin' the people around, beat 'em down

But later you'll find you're just fuckin' your health
You're fuckin' your health
You're fuckin' your health
You're fuckin' your health

You're fuckin' your health
You're fuckin' your health

You're fuckin' your health
You're fuckin' your health
You're sick of yourself

You're fuckin' your health
You're sick of yourself
Don't give a fuck about anyone else
Why are you lyin' and sayin' you're well, sayin' your well? Fuckin' your health

You're fuckin' your health
You're fuckin' your health

You're fuckin' your health
You're sick of yourself

You're sick of yourself

HATE ME NOW (prod. MORECALCIUM)

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