What Happened was You Thought "The House" Needed You ?!🥷🏻

The House

I got hoes under the table,
Givin' head,
While I'm rollin' up a Swisher, haters doin' crystal meth.
Quick to grab and hard to beat,
Semi-auto under the seat.
I'm the evil, call me fiend,
Pocket full of racks and weed.
In the shadows, I proceed,
Eyes on me, they know the greed.
But I'm still
Feelin' fucked up, fallin' into the deepest dig, kinda misfit.
Every day I feel the cold hands of death
Upon my chest."I heard rumors that you’re sellin' dope and makin' fuckin' cash from it,
BUT YOU AIN'T PUSSYBOI,
TALKING SHIT - ON THE NET.
I MIGHT PULL UP WITH AN AK,
ARMOURED 'N SKIMASKS ON,
BUNCH OF DEMONS,
SMOKING BLUNTS.
YOU LOOK GOOD TO GET STABBED, PUSSYBOI.
Run! Run! Pussyboi,
In the forest of the night,
The Main buried them once,
Out of sight,
With no plight.

Pussyboi covered in tats
Overrated but still trash
Pussyboi covered in tats
Overrated but still trash


I took your soul and left you broken
Sorry Your words remain unspoken 
I was the evil you should know it
You fucked with me and now you know it 
I'm on my way to fuck the world and
BITCHES love me , you know i'm holy

All these pussies rap like girls 
They talk shit 'bout main rapper


Im into Guns ، into bitches with their broken hearts , gothic hoes
Black clothes sippin potion slow-motion 
But i'm full of hatred
 things been fucked up, bout to change it
They call me Da game changer
I bet on your death and that's my fucking pleasure!
You left your soul behind and i replaced it with Da fear
I don't look rear, you look fucked up , disappointed and lost in fear. I'm still not into fuckin persian music market dear.












Persian Fiend


I just popped some pillies, now my eyes wide open,
Keep the Glock on the nightstand, but seems like it's stolen.
Imma ripping all these beats, make 'em bleed,
Imma beast, living on the West, but we sell the dope on the ?

(Six fuckboys buried six feet deep)
Imma shoot you in your head,
Leave your body freezing dead.
100 killas in black robes,
They want nothing but your soul.
With my homies, yeah, I scope,
Darkness within, heartless misfit blowing dope.

Doin' hoes with my bros,
Like I'm evil, and all of these hoes
Are my motherfin' toys.
Hear me out, you pussy boy,
You'll end up in a tight fin' hole.
What this brunette b***h wants from me?
Alright then, she wants some D.


Doin' shows, with my bros.
Chasin' flows, f*** these hoes.
Stackin' cash, chaos grows.
Leave 'em dead, nobody knows.
Smoke and blood, my path is paved.
Hell’s my home, I can’t be saved.
Talk that shit, and dig your grave.
Life’s a b***h, I misbehave.

Talk your shit, your death’s displayed,
Fake a fight? You’re fin' played.
F with me, you’re gettin' flayed.
Creep at night, the devil’s raid.
Blacked-out whip, no games are played.
Graveyard calls, your path’s been laid.
Run your mouth? Your soul’s betrayed.

Blood on my hands, don’t leave a trace,
Mask on tight, can’t see my face.
Cold as ice, I own this space,
No remorse, my heart’s decay.
Shadow lurks, I stalk my prey.
Final breath, I make you pay.
One last shot, then fade away.


Drip too hard—the clip on freeze,
Red dot dance, put a mark on a b***h.
Chopper hum low—like a bassline hit,
One pull back, now your whole gang split.

Coke in the bag, got the Glock on squeeze,
Baddie in the ride, she gon’ flip that switch.
Flex too hard, you can’t handle the drip.
Glock on my d***, better watch that lip.

Cash in the bag—let it stack and flip,
Run up on me—get a hollow tip.
Bloodshot eyes—feel the demon's grip.
Soul in the flames—let the fire sip.

Step into shadows, don’t let me slip.
One shot dead, your life’s been ripped.


Bitches, I’m the main rapper,
Leave you with a skull shattered.
F***boys trynna be a rapper,
But they all know the main rapper

100 Killas

[Verse 1]
I’ve been ridin’ in the hearse, smokin’ blunts with the Devil,
Shovel in the trunk, diggin' graves for the rebels.
Fuck love, fuck life, I was born in the void,
God ain’t on my line, all my hope been destroyed.

Skeletons dancin’ when I walk through the mist,
Tombstones talkin’ back, every name on the list.
Pistol in my grip, got the chamber on spin,
Tattooed in my flesh, I was cursed from within.

Nightmares got me feelin' like I'm home at last,
Broken mirrors in my room, shadows movin' too fast.
Pour a fifth, light a spliff, let the flames take me

[Chorus]
I don’t pray no more, I just talk to my demons,
Eyes roll back, feel the fear when I’m schemin’.
F**k this world, let it burn to the ground,
Homicide dreams, let me sink, let me drown.

[Verse 2]
Mask on my face, can’t let ‘em see the scars,
Razor in my hand, I’ve been cuttin’ through the bars.
Locked in my mind, ain't no key to escape,
Drag my body through Hell, leave my past at the gate.

Ashes in the wind, watch my sins disappear,
Liquor in my veins, drownin’ pain, not fear.
Countin' all my days like a debt I can't pay,
Hate is my only friend, always shows me the way.

Clock tickin', I’m numb, ain't no reason to try,
Every step that I take, I’m just closer to die.
Shadows in my room, hear ‘em laugh when I sleep,
Got the devil on the line, and he talkin' real deep.

[Chorus]
I don’t pray no more, I just talk to my demons,
Eyes roll back, feel the fear when I’m schemin’.
Fuck this world, let it burn to the ground,
Homicide dreams, let me sink, let me drown.

Blunt With The Devil

Homies on the west drip cool as silk
Bitches wanna do that shit so wussup nigga ?
Blunts in the whip, we’re all here lit
Bitches are down to strip, they love that shit.
Diamonds on my wrist, they hittin' like a lick
Rollin' with the gang , man we movin' real Slick
Ice on my neck yeah it's cold as grip
 Stackin up paper i'mma aiming at your face

Ride or die, yeah, the gang stay tight,
Blunts in the air, we be high all night.
Cash in my hand, got your bitch on her knees,
The life we chose, ain’t no stoppin' the Gs."

Purple in my drink, got me deep in the rut
She don’t want love, just the thrill of the rush
Demons in my mind, they be takin' a trip
Loaded with the steel, got the gang in the whip
Baddie in the whip wanna take that meat
I know your wife, Cause' we already met
Rollin' through the city, what the fuck they say?
Bitch, I’m the plug, got your rent in my chain
"Westside flex" yeah, we roll with the heat,
Money on my mind, never missin' a beat.
Drip so cold, got the ice on freeze,
Livin' like a king, do whatever I please.
"Ops talk tough, but they soft as a bitch
Lean in my cup, I ain’t fuck with a teen."
Big blunts rollin', got the room full of smoke
Fuck fake friends , all my dawgs stay woke

Ride or die, yeah, the gang stay tight,
Blunts in the air, we be high all night.
Cash in my hand, got your bitch on her knees,
The life we chose, ain’t no stoppin' the Gs."

Thots blowin’ up, but I leave ’em on read
She poppin’ that ass while she geek off the meds
Countin' these racks, I ain’t fuck with broke 
All black whip when we slide, it’s a ghost
Fuck what they say, I’ve been runnin’ the game
Bitches get played while I’m stackin' my fame
Bitch on her knees, yeah, she pray to the boss
I’m busy’ motherfucker, got no time for the loss

Ride or die, yeah, the gang stay tight,
Blunts in the air, we be high all night.
Cash in my hand, got your bitch on her knees,
The life we chose, ain’t no stoppin' the Gs."

Westside Flex

[Verse 1]
I’m a problem, better call the fix
In the field, I ain't duckin' shit 
Ops talk tough but they counterfeit
Real life? They ain't built for this
I been on point like a laser beam
Money long, got a paper dream
They talk 'bout racks 
but I ain’t impressed
I’m stackin’ 
while they chasin' memes
Spin that block, reload and ride
Fast life, I’m built to survive
Sad Bitch on the passenger side
Said she love how I live outside
No cap, I’m takin' the risks
Haters broke ? I ain't give no shits
Man try stunt, I broke his ribs
Talk too much, he can't do shit (Weak)

[Chorus]
Came in late, but I’m risin’ fast
MAIN RAPPER hot, my name gon’ blast
Talk that tough? Get left in the past
Bullets speak first, no need to ask
It’s a slaughter, we don’t leave no trace
Send shots, hit 'em in the safest place
Main Rapper steppin’, I'm a different race

[Verse 2]
Ain't no gimmicks, ain't no fakes
Chop the beat up like a blade
Ops in the way, I pave my lane
Leave 'em behind, I ain't playin' games
They pray for my fall, better pray harder
I'm too blessed, too cold, too smarter
Caught a case, beat that slaughter
Back in the lab with the drillin' starter

My pen got power, my flow insane
Your girl in my DM screamin' my name
MAIN RAPPER, yeah they know the brand
Come for the throne? You don’t stand a chance
I talk cash, that's real rap
Bad vibes? We send 'em back
I don’t lack, my wrist intact
Flows too sharp, I’m built to snap

[Chorus]
MAIN RAPPER, I'm talk of the town
Come through heavy, shut it down
Catch me outside, where it's grimey and loud
They sneak dissin' I’m still standin' proud
Racks on racks, yeah I run it 
Came from the mud, now I'm stuntin'
If I want it, I grab it, no frontin’
MAIN RAPPER the name, keep it thumpin'

[Outro]
what the f*** is goin on ?
pigeons, tarragon and s*** on the beats
you f****** piece of s***
you ain't nothing m***********
you know? 
when pigeons fly high 
they never land. 
___

Ain't no gimmicks, ain't no fakes
Chop the beat up like a blade
Ops in the way
I pave my lane
Leave 'em behind
I ain't playin' games
They pray for my fall, better pray harder
I'm too blessed, too cold, too smarter
Caught a case, beat that slaughter
Back in the lab with the drillin' starter.


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middle finger up to the silence and the liars.

Pain Into Fire

"Artin Azarfar" Known as "Main Rapper" Born On December 12th, 1998.He is a rapper/Songwriter and Singer with a dark music style.

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