Something in the Orange

IM REALLY DOWN TO TAKE A LIFE
NOBODY WILL HEAR YOUR SCREAMS TONIGHT
WHEN VAMPIRA CREEP UP IN THE NIGHT
THE CHANCES ARE THAT YOU GONNA DIE 

BITCH IM RIDING IN THE CHEVY
GOT ALL MY FAKE FRIENDS DEAD IN THE TRUNK 
BUMPIN THAT LUST FOR MURDA MURDA
IMMA MAKE THE BASS THUMP

SMOKE A WHOLE BLUNT TO THE FACE 
WHILE I WATCH YOU SAY YOUR FINAL PRAYER
GOT A CABIN UP BY CRYSTAL LAKE
HOE THIS MY SECRET LAIR

THEY SAY THEY HATE MY GUTS 
BUT I AINT EVER BEEN TOUCHED
IM QUICK TO SMACK THAT BITCH 
IF SHE THINK THAT IM BLUFFIN 

LONE WOLF SHIT 
NEVER NEEDED NOBODY BITCH 
MAKE YA HEAD DO A SPLIT 
WITH MY MACHETE

ONE FAKE BITCH
TWO BULLETS TO YOUR FUCKIN HEAD
THREE CHANCES THAT I GAVE YA
NOW THE GRAVE IS WHERE YOU STAY

GOT BLUE FACES 
BUT A BITCH STAY BLOODY 
HOES STAY JEALOUS 
LOOKIN GREEN IN THE FACE

YOU REALLY NEED TO STOP PLAYING 
SPEAKING DOWN ON MY NAME
WONT GIVE YOU NO FAME MANE 

RUN RUN RUN LITTLE BITCH 
AS FAST AS YOU CAN 
I AINT TRIPPIN OVER SHIT 
YOULL NEVER CATCH ME SLIPPING 

IM GOING FULL THROTTLE
DRINKING HENNY STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTLE
BODY BUILT LIKE A MODEL
GOT YOUR HOE SUICIDAL 

PSYCHOPATHIC LUNATIC 
PUT A MUZZLE ON THAT BITCH 
BEFORE SHE GET HIT

VAMP THE QUEEN OF THE UNDERGROUND
ITS MISERY MOB
HOE YOU BETTER BOW DOWN

CABIN FEVER (PROD. NINETYNINE)

really impressed myself with the drop in this one!!

DROP SWITCH

Cartel

Skye Riley - Death Of Me (slowed + reverb)

Original song (looped) from the Smile 2 soundtrack
By Naomi Scott (Skye Riley)

Death Of Me- Skye Riley (from Smile 2)

JamWayne, 501Bryze, & Hessom - New (Official Video)

NO FRONTIN (PROD. VERTIGO)

Business

DARK STAR (FEAT. SLYYE) PROD. MYSTICZ

https://G59Records.com

PART I: NO SALIVATION FOR THE PROMISE OF SALVATION

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

reach into my pocket and i grab a couple crumpled hunnids
weed look like some crumbled hunnids
blunted out the fuzz is hunting
paranoia turn my stomach
H1 Hummer
rough and rugged
desert camo trunk to the front end
shirt unbuttoned
seat adjusted
100 mph bitch i seem accustomed to life in the fast lane
nothing in the motherfucking gas tank
dumping ashes and laughing
fucking ducking what comes from the government
peeling out into the sunset
eyes so low look like a sunset

[HOOK:
GREYFIVENINE BITCH I SIGNED MY LIFE AWAY]

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

back on my bullshit
know how to pimp it
put my foot on the fucking brakes
signed up for a life
became yung christ
all i got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $UICIDE
fuck this ego
fuck this pride
easily execution on my side
homicide homicide
what we used to all the time
we in the benz off the benzos
our depression clinical

PART II: TRY HOWLING AT THE MOON WHILE BEING STRANGLED

[VERSE I: LIL 2/3RDS]

meet me by the moon
half past dusk
back from the dust
cut throat he love them drugs and guns
chilling in the cut
got about 20K and a gun
got a pile of adderall
cigarette butts
everyday adds up
do i look like a give a fuck?
every day of every month
bloody nights turn bloodier
death could be right in front of you
still wouldn't recognize her
got a death list that some still got to catch this
best put the tec quick
die bitch!

[VERSE II: 7th WARD DRAGON]

you ever had to dig your own grave?
live your life with no name
backwood full of romaine
okay
'96 benz with the cocaine paint hoe
high until my death i got the propane tank low
gas seeping all over the house until my say so
light the fucking match now the tank blow
so glad i stayed home
someone call the cops from the payphone
flames all around me
man i hoping they fucking drown me
crown made of ashes only way they fucking found me
forget about me
only way you might not feel so lousy
forget about me
on my own head i would have priced a bounty

PART III: MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

and for my last trick i don't think i'm cut off for this rap shit
$UICIDE i fucking scream it from the rooftop
the only thing i ever did worth mentioning ever since slick burned me a CD of lil wayne
that shit prolly still in my boom box
but now a days i can walk into an establishment and select myself on the fucking jukebox
if i wanted to cop a black countach
drive that shit like 2 blocks and then smash in the back of a new cop car
now i think i'm wanted too

[VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH]

i'm on that lean
yeah that drank
i'm on them bars
don't want to think
i'm on that loud
amphetamines got no time for sleep
lost in my thoughts
i don't know who a friend and who a enemy
nerves real disturbed
down from head to toe
ever feel like sometimes you got to let it go?
plenty days i thought this shit was over
creator of the movement
creator of the music
still feel like i'm losing

DROP SWITCH

ML Dubs