Hakarkiri is Irikarah backwards so it makes sense why the lyrics are similar 

RIDE OR DIE [PROD. TOXICGODD]

CARA CARA! [PROD. HINH]

PICKING UP THE PHONE [PROD. HINH]

BODY COUNT [PROD. TOXICGODD]

REDLAKE | BEAT #188 (Alpha Wann type beat)

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

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Welcome to the chop, posted in a drop top

Know I keep the Glock, make that pistol pop pop

Serving up the block, paper chasing nonstop

Show me what you got, oh I guess you got shot

First off I murder, hit a lick with the burner

Make a wish Timmy Turner, take a trip to The Further

Bitch I bang the right side, i'm a alien a beast
Something like it's Syfy bitch I'm creeping through the streets



Don't hesitate pull the knife out demonstrate
,
Take a lick off the blade, slit your throat and then escape

Got the chrome tip plate, bad bitch over the nape

Brought a clip + 8 like it's fuckin John & Kate - Kate

Imma hypnotize with these eyes rise your demise

Terrorize lies blood ties fuckin homicide

Imma memorize all they cries still see they eyes

Pull up with a stick, when you see me bounce bounce -

Bounce mutha fucka before I pounce mutha fucka

Broke pussy probably couldn't sell a ounce mutha fucka

Flame of Anubis I weep, Freddie Krueger when I creep
Dream eater mother fucker better pray you never sleep

Harakiri

HARAKIRI [PROD. ELE]

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

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Lyrics

I got something for you haters
Kill your wife while she’s in labor

Got the red blade booling like I’m fucking darth Vader
Fuck around and meet your maker I ain’t got no time for prayers
I’m a backwoods smoking blood soaking soul taker

Pussy what? Bruh, better duck, cut him down with that heater
See your slut? Bruh, she gun fuck, slit her wrist with that cleaver
Slangin guts if she say wassup then I might have to keep her
Pussy buck, try to test your luck, fuckin’ around with them reapers

Pull up on him in the lobby catch a body beat the homi-
Ima beast man, see the blood moon? That shit reminds me
Rest In Peace man, ain’t no maybe if ands or no probably’s
If I ever catch you slipping ima kill your fucking mommy

You’s a lie, why? Pussy die, running around like you with the shits, talking out your neck until we pulling up with that pistol grip, (2x)
Pulling up with that

Ghost, I need a ghost, I need a bad bitch I need to bone
Swagging, I’m saucing on you like I’m post
Cooking and cooking up I’m about to roast

Straight up in the air I’m with it, like an allergenic I don’t talk about it unless it’s in my face
I need to focus I hope you notice next step I take
Is to mother fuckin maintain straight out the mainframe with the collard greens
Got damn smoking much dank I feel it in my brain
Red king catch a slit vein if you think I’m playing
Blood chain bumping lil Wayne out the fucking range

KETSURYUGAN(The Blood Plague)[PROD. CARELEAN]

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LYRICS 


Pull a blade, to my body, make a scar look like a crease

Got my eyes, bleeding now, watch it drip right off my teeth

Praying for a witch to summon, as a sacrificial piece,

Past midnight, we some Gremlins, looking for somewhere to feast

Rigor  Mortis, Necromorph, shadowmancing through the night,

So sadistic, self inflicted, when I lose my gift of sight,

Got Kyuubi, in my stomach, break the seal unleash his might,

Overused my mangekyo, now I’ll never see the light,

Fuck is that? Shawty good, said she could, plus her boy a bitch,

Cut his gut, see the blood, guess he not no crip,

Said she would, said “you should”, then she slit her wrist,

Fuck it vro, I can’t never fucking trust no bitch

You see this look I got? I call it sacriFace,

If you not looking for some murder, you look out of place,

They coming for my life I’m going for the waist, 

Imma take them with me like I’m Baby Face,

They taking potshots, Tattoos from the Rakyat,
If they jumping corners then I hit em off the drop shot,

Nothing left to lose all I got is my humanity, 

Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity? 

You got your finger on the pussy trigger, that’s the plan,

You way up in the sky you feeling like the fucking man,

You skydiving, ima catch you as soon as you land,

Buried in the beach, head sticking out the fucking sand,

VAAS [PROD. HINH]

LYRICS

Wet-Dry World

Bitch I’m running from the police with this blunt up in my hand,

FaceTime it w my bitch so we can put it on the gram,

150 on the highway while we pop another xan, 
Feeling like I’m Dutch van der linde I always got a plan,

Please excuse me but my girl she just got turned and now she killing in the street 

Gave that bitch a 100k and then she put it on her teeth
I don’t think you understand that I could murder you for free,

Youse a stupid dummy pussy bitch you fucking round with me,

I hope you listen, if I forsake it, then there’s nothing left to do,

And my conviction to get her naked just became another truth,

I could love you and never fuck you girl I’m not even gone front,
I could fuck you and Nip n tuck you make you look just how you want,

This hell raising, this fires blazing up out this booth,
It’s so contagious, Youth of The Nation, We speak the truth,

You’ll never faze us, we go the through phases till we improve,

Girl don’t be anxious, just show some patience, we dying soon

Remember when she never heard of me? Well now she wanna murder me,

Shudda seen the way she took the blick for plastic surgery,

Big shot outs to hell hound milita they gone make you bleed,

Keep a glock cocked on my block, I keep it sucker free,

Feel just like a creature, pull a knife out on the preacher, at my shows all you see is dead bodies in the bleachers,

I just killed your favorite rapper now his blood is on my hands,
I don’t do this cause I hate you, I just o this cause i can,

So mother fucker wait, we hit a stang then we switching plates,

At the bank, first name basis what the fuck you think? 
Acting fake, step to a soldier time to check your rank,

Keep that thang, it’s billy gang we gone make it bang

HARAKIRI [PROD. ELE]

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