Dead Center Doctrine

FRIENDZz PROD SPHYNX - (nap)

BONES(prod.pyctur)

MURDER IS MY SECOND NAME

Daedric

Prod. YCK

Reactionary types that got imaginary frights
Cause who’s the boogeyman today they pull from standard-varied sites
No moderation so the garbage goes instinctively and flocks
Country bumpkins with no teeth destroy the trinkets with their rocks
Grass is greener pastures fleeting drawn a prototype
Killed by status seekers capture seeds and shipped em overnight
You should be ashamed permit defacing hieroglyphics
Flood the world and storm the castle I’ll be taking Spyro with it
Talk to the media champion rulings then perjuring under oath
Drafting some premiums oughta be keeping em broke 
But there’s murmuring someone spoke
Beating the buzzer but left to the buzzards 
Defaulting on debt it don’t even exist
What’s passing us by not something you get more of 
It’s something that most of us easily miss
Hovering above us what color to shoot
Extending suffrage was unjust they argue in suits
Inflation was a cover-up 
The corporate greed the sucker punch
The coins have been displaced
The bills they’ve printed now worth nothing much

If we don’t act
Then we’re no different than the ones facilitating laws applied
If we don’t act
At least agree to shield attempts they’re aiming at who’s been ostracized
Herd the deserters
Free pardons for murders
Grounded held hostage
Erasure adopted
Leading us backwards
Am I safe? Not quite
Two chambers lack words
And both think they’re right

When you can’t govern and you pick your party over country
Stoke a culture war remove the refuge for the sick and hungry
Services cut constituents ignorant
And then the purpose is what? So millions ain’t literate
Penitentiary loaded and this capacity’s holding
With open treachery showing it’s Congress happily folding
Middle Ages back they want oppression and antiquity’s
The motive lining up a second class they want to kill with ease
Endangered due to bigots here they want a paper genocide
Abort the court or force reforms ignore the rape or femicide
Gentrified expanse to push them out subject to pesticides
If you knew what you’ve eaten I guarantee you’d be petrified
It’s two tiers it’s too clear who’s truly preferred
Not fucking new here what’s soon near is duly reserved
Moderate nonpartisan means shit conform to either line
Society’s uncivil and what’s patriotic’s redefined

If we don’t act
Then we’re no different than the ones facilitating laws applied
If we don’t act
At least agree to shield attempts they’re aiming at who’s been ostracized
Herd the deserters
Free pardons for murders
Grounded held hostage
Erasure adopted
Leading us backwards
Am I safe? Not quite
Two chambers lack words
And both think they’re right

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DIDNT ASK TO BE ALIVE
Original Release Date: October 31st, 2025

It's a drop top Benz, 45 hands up
Suicidal tendencies: My head's been in the fence
I got bands, busting out the wallet, want a problem
Got to bury you under the concrete, it's hard to fucking stomach

Yeah, you said what you said and I did what I did
I got problems in my head and that shit I can't forgive
Didn't ask to be alive, yeah, I wish that I was dead
Flick the lighter, spark the gas with the skeleton hand
Yeah, you said what you said and I did what I did
I got problems in my head and that shit I can't forgive
Didn't ask to be alive, yeah, I wish that I was dead
Flick the lighter, spark the gas with the skeleton hand

20-inch blade
I'm bout to cut his neck and watch him drown
I got 45 minutes till sunrise
Cock it back and lay em down on the flo'
I got blood dripping down from my throat (Yeah-yeah)
Blow the doors off the hearse like a 737
Red eyes in the church like it's fuck going to Heaven
Left my .9 in the dirt but I'm putting in the work
Nah, bitch, I never sleep like I'm hunting down a verse

Yeah, you said what you said and I did what I did
I got problems in my head and that shit I can't forgive
Didn't ask to be alive, yeah, I wish that I was dead
Flick the lighter, spark the gas with the skeleton hand

My main goal is to blow up
And then act like I don't know nobody
Hahahahahaha

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