Throw him in the well (prod. Mercy in the well)

Mercy back (prod. Mercy in the well)

Honey on the raw meat (prod. Mercy in the well)

Rat grand prix (prod. Mercy in the well)

Blue sunday (prod. Mercy in the well)

Cookies cream and college (prod. Mercy in the well)

Steady smoking (prod. Mercy in the well)

Worlds worst organ type beat freestyle (prod. FinnGotIt)

sample: pokemon gsc
shoutout https://soundcloud.com/mariettamdcn n the homies we boutta be the elite four

Game corner freestyle ft. marietta medicine (prod. Mercy in the well)

shoutout 2shanez lol
ion rly hate my new friends im just stressin shoutout all of them

i fuckin hate the nicotine
i fuckin hate amphetamine
i fuckin hate the ecstasy
this shit will be the death of me
i fuckin hate the alcohol
i fuckin hate the Adderall
i hate doin the plug talk
pills got me stunlocked

i fucking hate my new friends
really miss my old ones
they know im off the deep end
so im funneling cold ones
i fuckin hate the new pills
i really miss the old ones
this shit is cut with something
i dont really wanna know what

i can tell this pill aint molly
(ik molly is referring to rocks but "mdma" didnt work with the flow)
prolly fiendin for some cathinones
they think that I'm wildin
i think they bein extra tho
i take the pills with extras tho
need something on the side
got the alcy for the ride
let it take me for a drive

i really miss my old bitch
ill settle for your new one
im fiending for this one chick
short skinny tight but(t)
she dont rly want me
she aint fuck with drugs
its the pills that want me
ion really want them

sometimes i get flashbacks
of the first few times i amped up
sometimes i wanna go back
sometimes it makes me throw up
im making your bitch throw up
she crying getting throatfucked
i cry when i get hole cuz
it reminds me of the trauma

i dont fuck with old bitches
only fuck with new ones
mercy been the soul witness
shit i did when i was young
i was scared and fucking dumb
mind impaired and feelings numb
anything to fucking cum
anything to cum

i feel like im no one
i think that im no one
not just an ego problem
its the sickness im in motion
i feel no emotion
i am just a ghost
when i used to pop itd help but
now it doesnt do nun

i fuckin hate my plug
but he love me
He gimme fake drugs
but its something
They my kin we aint real
that shits tough B
i think i lost myself
i feel like im nothing

switched up on my old friends
ya I fuckin ditched em
rollin with my new friends
im switchin out the piss cup
my OGs left me
i think they hate me
now im hanging w the city kids
even they think that im crazy

drinking odee OE
with the ecstasy
im fuckin zoning
i dont remember me
born loneley
im a phony
youll never know me
cuz there is no me

used to have clean friends
but you know I clipped that
shit i cant mend
id give anything to go back
but i made my choice
and im gonna see it through
my old drugs my old boys
whats old is better than whats new

i fucking hate amphetamine
i miss just drinking caffeine
im tryna cop some ketamine
but no ones selling round me
you dont know shit about me
i dont either
my bodys in the trenches
n my soul is in the ether

how i keep ending up
in a worse place
no rock bottom
its a death race
im in a deep well
no mercy no grace
there is no mercy
See it in my face

im stuck in the past
and idk what to do
living short living fast
hope this party is my tomb
we gon snort the whole bag
in a frat brothers bedroom
nothing ever lasts
whats old is better than whats new

popped a couple x pills
then i fuckin puked
its way too late
to save me theres no use
im a cheater i am dead
i will manipulate you
everything i say is fake
because there is no truth

Fake (prod. Mercy in the well)

Get em loose (prod. Mercy in the well)

Batting average (prod. Mercy in the well)

ILL LIVE FOREVER
if you use rhymezone or rhymebrain or anything like that stop making music

ready the kettle my hoof to the pedal
im zooming and speeding again
i live heavy metal i grip deadly metal
doom medal that sink from my neck
stepping on petals my hoof to the pedal
im blooming and bleeding again
young jules vaughn wrong to move on
im gone and i forget

im the male jules vaughn always move on
always forget always real gone
im tom waits asymmetric face
a sawedoff with broad aim
a gun
these skinsuits weigh about a ton
bout winnin suits not having fun
finished youth at way too young
i feel like rue no clue what to do
she said it hurts i said me too
i give em blackmail
hope they screw me over leave me lookin blue
she spilled her guts and i just sat
while boredom filled my eyes
ion think i got a soul
just guts, bones, and a mind
autogynephilic as a child
im the kind to peel away my skin
and crack a smile
im the kind to feel nothing, sin
and corrupt my files
im the kind to pull something fucked up
and go to trial

ready the kettle my hoof to the pedal
im zooming and speeding again
i live heavy metal i grip deadly metal
doom medal that sink from my neck
stepping on petals my hoof to the pedal
im blooming and bleeding again
young jules vaughn wrong to move on
im gone and i forget

i got scores to settle she pitching a tent
but i aint boutta settle down im just borrowing her bed
she asked me why i frown and then she tried to give me head
and i am bad at saying no so i said yes
i think im traumatized but i know that i'm depressed
i aint been the same since i left my best friend
there's no real gabe you only get what you expect
i just might relapse, mercy can't deal with the stress like


dirty pharmaceuticals inside of my bag
diction unusual, stab you in the back
yr bitch beautiful, I could do better than that
Feeling is mutual check him like fact
Ion rock raf, I'm in thrift
I'm boutta cockback, break my wrist, shoot you and your bitch
I don't block contacts, Mercy finish business
New age sid vicious, shit ain't fictitious
why i watch the shit dissolve straight through my hands
never tan, i pop ecstasy and make her do a dance
sleeping next to me thats ketamine she spilled caked on her pants
feeling heavenly yet dead to me in pill debt to the man

like damn, fuck it, run and jump it, hoppin fences
passed the key and bumped it but unknown intentions
casually im stuntin heartbeat pumping steady flexing
masterfully begun it, keep that energy till ending

master p, his son is me, we got the same name, you plain lame
come and unwind on the fake train, but stay sane
and if you cannot make it out the pregame, your name shamed
rapping like its rhymebrain but this straight gabe tryna gain fame
i mean im putting in the work but i aint change myself to blow up
this be what they want but they dont know, New Coca Cola
sniffing coca cola high at chi phi never sober
shift the way i told ya point is pouncing on the yola
point of molly in the soda
fuck a joint im getting up until i make it over
acid break my ego down, my ego range rover
keep it jay-z, reasonable doubt, gabe Hova

N-di-isopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine
she on the oxy with the antihistamine
she ain't mean shit to me
other bitch ain't mean shit to me

at aephi (standing/dancing i said both) side by side
some guy gave gabe black eye
took it for her in pride
smoking by riverside
i see him five deep riding
but we rollin six
she knows that i dont try
for like anything but her
for anything but her
for anything but her
its all for her

i wake up
examine the look of her room
i panic dont know what to do
i tear up girl imma miss you
i dont wanna leave this place
eyes watering like mace
i havent cried in days
700 days
for anything but her
and anything but him
for anything but her
its all for them

Jules vaughn, in three parts (prod. Mercy in the well)

my diction erratic, my bars static
im talking shocking but they often mirrors in the attic
I got the handheld, light pink DS
with the cartridge imma pop it in and make you triple X
Kill the pussy, murder suspect, fingerprints on her chest 
Fuckin on a bitch look like Bertha from Fred
Danielle or Jeanette, either/or
Feel like Ferdinand the Bull try em all and take a world tour
Figure four plus four what I put her in
Sip a little juice and gin, I make another move, I win
I don't want it all, I just want one taste
Cross examine that bitch it's a won case

18 years to life
I might plea tonight
I'm all ears, alright?
But I got caught with the knife

How the fuck he find out?
So the kid won't snitch I put the handheld to his mouth
This a Samsung, boy, it go blaow
You handsome, you don't wanna end up found
They found him in the woods, no boyscout
Stuffed him in the hood and then I put him in the ground
Figure 8, he could not make a sound
Cooked him, put him on the tray, and fed him to the hounds
Naw I'm playing, ain't a murderer, that's obvious
Just facing petty theft, but the goods were an accomplice
I'm a demon and I love being dishonest (im sorry if you hear this ion rly mean that)
We playing cat and mouse immodest

18 years to life
I might plea tonight
I'm all ears, alright?
But I got caught with the knife

I can't even look the judge in the face
I can't even look the judge in her face

18 years to life
18 years on hold
I don't really know if young mercy gon grow old

Investigation 2004, pt. 1 (prod. Mercy in the well)

massive props to ms moss
non album single
album in 2 months

she like where the fuck you been since last year
top of hollow bottles trashed here
ashin on my cashmere im half here
tripping i got pegleg feel like blackbeard
slam my face into the pavement feel like little horn
bust my knee break my teeth brittle bones worn down
hard kombucha and a makeup set
she said i smell too much like cigarettes
serotonin deficit pukin up my breakfast like

stare at the mirror feelin breathless
steady chain smoking not no menthols
skipped our last supper i would go but my bed soft
knocking on my door tryna find me
fake sleep tryna put the present behind me
cant leave em im not ready for the comedown
trippin open field with my friends watching the sundown
empty space more emotion then my brain can comprehend now

i feel dulled i feel stupid
silent lullaby i been barely lucid
i wrote it and it happened feel like scribblenauts
capped on mercy back then it happened i guess i rapped the plot
two different ways i see the show getting wrapped up
cliff hanger or a slow death
i aint been eating much it feel like lent but
no thanksgiving or christmas no faith or hope left

money in my pockets like honey on the raw meat
aint sipping otc mountain climber i get rocky
aint finished peachy old posse aint fond of me
slam my jaw into the pavement feel like little horn
rearrange my copies just to put myself together
amalgamation of my bodies feel like little horn
god manage to stop me with dark and stormier weather forever
brain damage feel like little horn

Little horn (prod. Alison moss)

i aint rly mean this if u hear this u know who u are

Ion give a fuck
he dont belong babe
he livin cucked
got his girl on gabe
i cut him apart then I cry like he onion
Til death do us part that shit aint mean nothing
I drew this beat on a solo trip
I'm two in one, I'm a BOGO bitch
Two for three, she getting ripped off
Made him hop out the function, he pogo sticked off
What else
n In my head I don't exist
I'm copping a torch cigarette lit
She broke me n ion regret shit
She the first and the last
Three tabs of lucy forget my past
dogpound the pooch, broke out the cage
ima wolf, in a place you don't belong babe
Don't call me gabe you don't fuckin know me
Call me mercy nobody know me
Even my mom don't know me
i always forgot what she told me

Colored lines readin graphs
Sometimes I'm borderline
Sometimes I'm sociopath
Colored lines readin graphs
Sometimes I'm borderline
Sometimes I'm sociopath

my pupils aint been the same size in awhile
everyday i stay in denial
struggle to get up been down on luck for awhile
everyday i'm stuck in denial

executive dysfunctioning
im done with it
save me from my punishment
past acts commited
catch me in the ashpit n shit
catch me in the ashpit

Personality disorder (prod. Mercy in the well)

Album in five (5) weeks

I'm obsessing over pictures of a portrait that were
Taken with a digital camera then screen recorded
And if you can't understand a metaphor, I'm bored and
I can't wait to come back, I been tryna look forward
That means I got some sorta silver line
New people by my side, second chance, third time
I got a lot of s--- always running through my mind
That this life isn't my life, I live a life that isn't mine 
But Imma stop it, profit
Take my wave and change it, plunderphonics
Call me DJ Mindset, stage, I be on it
Rage, I'm beyond it
Phase, I be out it
Rave feeling nauseous
Shout it 

I'm just a child
Just a hurt little kid
Sipping on a black coffee
Smoking cig after cig
Tryna act all grown
But I got habits I can't kick
Taking everything I want
Learn to live just to live

I'm like a little kid I'm learning the alphabet
Drinking OE, dropping LSD, and popping some X
Call it E if you want to, it's just a pill and its pressed
B positive with my friends
her little sister riding school bus
she know its dangerous feeling axles rust
drain the wheel of air but not the pus
But it'll flow back through fill it up with lifeblood
Habits I can't kick
Obsessed with feeling like a kid
So I snort, chew, pop, parachute
and drop acid
I got people by my side
We on the slide, we going quick
But maybe we should slow down a little bit
Fake teacher preachers acting uptight
Messy handwriting falling underneath the line
Sometimes I jot my words just a little too high
But I know a few people who can read what I write

I'm just a child
Just a hurt little kid
Sipping on a black coffee
Smoking cig after cig
Tryna act all grown
But I got habits I can't kick
Taking everything I want
Learn to live just to live
I'm just a child
Just a hurt little kid
Sipping on a black coffee
Smoking cig after cig
Tryna act all grown
But I got habits I can't kick
Taking everything I want
Learn to live just to live

I'm impatient as it is
ADHD baby, I was on Ritalin at six
Sometimes I feel crazy, steady fixing for a fix
But I been okay lately, I feel like a little kid

Learning the alphabet (prod. Mercy in the well)

@porcelaeinsyringe @jbdh-186029588

I be repeating these nauseous motions
I get sicker and sicker i get off sipping on this potion
All for the oxytocin Just need some oxycodone 
I get td up just for fun young mercy might go break the bro code
Celebrating like I already won and
Consternation wildfire spread when i show at the function
I got a rep now they divided by my lust and
I cant reset now I reside in a mud hut and
It get us wet with red sleep in her coffin like a vampire does
I be makin tea, steep leaves in her blood
The car cant speed without no tire
But a liar can preach to a choir
Took a while took a winter for her to get a blurred glimpse of the big picture
In a dark room a negative
Turned the lights on while the memory developed
Its underdeveloped we underdeveloped we so precocious
I cracked the code like way too early
But the code twisted like my arm when she hurt me
Like i was aware of a half truth
Still more than what youd tell me if i asked you
Like i can tell you dont get it
You cant sympathize but you dont even try just forget it
Just forget it

Golden ratio (prod. porcelaein + jnoh)

This that new mercy Post relapsed dirty
Are what eat kirby Wake up 730
Mr. mixed amphet Amine salts we ball
Mr. don't forget Mr. forget all

all about what happens after
bitch im glad im a bastard
mad excuses for me to get plastered
im abusing myself active laughter
pitter patter footsteps mad quiet
mad as a hatter n i wasnt even tryin
you cap like a batter n im somethin like a lion
last of the platter im snortin all the lines n
lettin the blood drip out
i was bitched up now im bitched out
i mixed up a rat for a mouse
and i mixed up a pad for a house
and a house for a home and a console thats chrome
and a lid for a dome and a dime for a quarter
the passion of the christ like an abortion
all for the endorphins

mercy just popped a forget me not
popped a disc at a record shop
we get lit like this bic we bought
we get lit like this bic we bought
but now im off two in my solitude
i been so gone i forgot my room
when i came home that shit aint feel right
bitch i didnt come home thats the honest truth
gettin fucked up every weekday
drink in my cup run it back like relay
gone at the function queue action up with delay
got debts that he wont repay
heart beat too fast for he sake
e taste tart make a face like

This that new mercy Post relapsed dirty
Are what eat kirby Wake up 730
Mr. mixed amphet Amine salts we ball
Mr. don't forget Mr. forget all

Mr. mixed amphetamine salts (prod. Mercy in the well)

shoutout the 9/11 victims ig

Mr. morose he got no goals but its on go ya its on go
grubby gabe stay spittin game and kickin lames out the abode
aint smokin dope aint smokin thraxx im smokin packs aint smokin bowls
cognac Straight out of the tap im poppin addies w your hoe

new patek nah this old this some thrift straight from the church
no id stuck in the cold now im printin fakes like merch
if he break in he get mercd my boy threw him down the stairwell
bedhead bled red on white shirt
like a perc i make him dirt i make his girl put in the work
know i got that shit on camera ill damage him he hurt
noddin like im kurt writin dirty mirrors i aint polishin the words
crash my car wont reimburse me
throw subs in my verses mercy tussle in person
you sippin tuss u a virgin now im up in the curtains
n im rollin like credits she was my first kiss
she said shit prophetic mercy cant forget it
she said i had this sadness to me but mercy gon make them headlines
Mr. morose he got no morals just some deadlines
self employed im craftin toys n shippin packs across the statelines
feel no joy and feel no pain like mercy flatline
everything i full send they put me back on the meds
i was addicted to skins now im addicted to ends
everyones second best friend julio spittin no penand we been drinkin that hennessey implicit rituals getting the best of me

Mr. morose he got no goals but its on go ya its on go
grubby gabe stay spittin game and kickin lames out the abode
aint smokin dope aint smokin thraxx im smokin packs aint smokin bowls
cognac Straight out of the tap im poppin addies w your hoe

Mr. morose (prod. Mercy in the well)

album soon-ish
Fuck bot plays imma really start tryna avoid that but this one a lil inflated from that shit 👎

She know that I'm off one
but I still feel nothing not real I'm nothing
Cold chills but I'm dopamine numb
and I need to stop crying when I cum
Six years staring at the sun
will make a child go blind
Skin hardened only needle could get by
Seeing stars I got way too fuckin high
The infantilization of blind mercy well
I wasn't so hard before I fell
I'm a golem a creation of myself
I'm a shell slouching towards hell

Baby blue blanket wrap me in it
make me feel all painless in the backseat tripping
Baby blue blanket wrap me in it
make me feel all painless in the backseat tripping 

I got ghosts, little deaths in my bedroom
Liquid metal dripping slowly out the socket
Switchblade cold in my pocket
and she taste like gold and rocks and
We should do this more often
we both like being puppets, both boxes unlocked and
and we might be out of options
Gin no tonic anhedonic
I mind being sober really
I just feel like I'm wasting my time
We're both hollow on the inside baby
but we fill each other up and we try to feel fine

Baby blue blanket choke me in it
make me feel all painless when you open it
Baby blue blanket choke me in it
make me feel all painless when you open it

Keep me from the noises in the basement
Lips wrapped around me
She wrap me in her baby blue blanket
pajama clad legs wrapped around me

Baby blue blanket (prod. Mercy in the well)

@g3net1c
I HATE SOUNDCLOUD BOTS! I HATE YOU!!!!! I 
when it comes to medicine i'm an addict
and their detriment im pragmatic
in my head idealist
self defeating, glass ego shattered
i hope they don't think that didn't matter
because my whole sense of self lies in the fabric of the time that i tattered
what happens after?
walking with my head down and my shoulders up
born to love forced to fuck tough conundrum um
better move quiet in the halls
i got caught skipping class tried to lie and got flunked it was fucked
crazy baby in a booster seat
i miss them bluer jeans
wish i could choose my genes
i got dealt a bad hand from the jump, jump
 i slid like a kid from the top of the hump
nuts the one time i was honest i fucked my life up
nuts the time she cried cuz i was on it that was fucked up
the hurricane came from a butterfly thats some tough luck
and i dont act like ion give a fuck

soi try to keep my train of thought steered
but i can't, unless i rhyme over a beat it isn't clear
and even then, and even then it get weird
nobody really know me 
and it gets pretty tough
when you on top for a year
and then you push them all away
cuz no control the pressing fear
i always lose it
so i stay inside working on music like a loser
in my room that's where the tomb is
i'm so used spitting to true shit

i used to feel fake now i just feel useless
and i dont act like ion give a fuck

i dont have shit besides these panic attacks now
if she post another snapchat imma pass out
i dont have shit besides these panic attacks now
if she post another snapchat imma spazz out

lost control of my fingers lost control of my cottonmouth
the shit i said lingers in their souls
not no time out not no napping in the dog house
knick knack paddywack dont give the bitch a bone
broken motherfucker rolling all the way home

Doghouse (prod. 2004)

MY LAPTOP BROKE IF THE ALBUM IS LOST IM KILLING MYSELF
Anyway listen to this at max volume
Frail body mercy bathe me in gold when i die

Inside a bird house 
Chirping words that not but stave off silence
It's not a rage without violence it's a violence without rage
I been this since I was pouting on the steps of my moms place
Mind fermented watch the stout age in 4k
White ink pen hit light brown page, the opposite of right brained
This life just a clout chase, dodging pain like about face
Merrily married her im goin through a bad divorce
this aint the first or last time to you my id passed the torch
there's a casket and a corpse beneath these basketball shorts
and I cant fathom what had happened between we on the court
And by we i mean me i mean us, Young mercy doubled up 
Bile seeping through the trunk but I just let the cd run I'll turn it up
I was a weed grown n pullled up where I wasn't supposed to
I can't see a different present where young mercy wasnt supposed to know you
Spitting all old school, liquor visions of my old school
so many factors helped contribute to my being stolen
like they pitching in on group buy
Multitrack my mental like I'm punching in on pro tools
Im a hunchback of a noble, i'm a Hunchback of a noble

Hunchback (prod. Mercy in the well)

mercy 2 I HATE SOUNDCLOUD BOTS.
free blind mercy well bro strugglin album soon hopefully pray for my registry data
unpolished might be more polished for the album but just feels like the best time to drop this its relevant
dont free anne she a bitch this a character study
yes i know how to spell lonely iykyk

annie
you just wanna be owned
your nightmare throne
but its for show
you can maintain control
if youre alone
like fuck a hoe
so you tried to become one
vices crumble to new lows
always fetishize someone
might as well just be yourself 

infected femininity
in flesh pure sin is she
destruct in rubble pick a piece
burned library burned history
alexandria dont mean shit to she
she a fag of a man easy to be
white flag she accept defeat
half mast got the best of me

loneley annie still walks
hand on her cock she just cant talk
she just do want she want
inside my thoughts when no one watching
and muzzled 
naked
and troubled
instigating
stomach full

im asking hows annie
but i know i never cared
she seems to think she understands me
but she don't she got nowhere
i got pity for the little thing
a sissy in a skirt
Everytime the phone starts ringing
she assumss it is the worst

so i locked her in her room
and i bought her blackout blinds
a couple blankets and a heater
feed her lies, say it's all fine
i think there's gotta be a god
cuz how the fuck we still alive
im making bets with big death every time i close my eyes

every time i take a step i play roulette with the devil
don't let the toothpaste out the tube
baby i force it
we colluding 10-10 im switching sides
making bets with the feds every time i...

let loneley annie walk
hand on her cock she just cant talk
she just do want she want
inside my thoughts when no one watching
and muzzled 
naked
and troubled
instigating
stomach full

How's annie pt. i (prod. Mercy in the well)

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12 ACTS 100 TRACKS
ILL LIVE FOREVER

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