Some Tyler Songs

Satans' Son

The Tape Intro

Garbage

continuation of "Sarah" from the album "Bastard"

Rotten Sarah

Dazed X Amazed

Bullet holes, that nigga holy
Look down in my wallet, green like broly 
Yeah
You niggas is phony 
I’m rock solid, while you niggas acting like jabronis
You don’t know me 
I’m the typa nigga turn it up like cochise 
I’m a natural at it, so I don’t need a coach please 
I know more than you, so you cannot coach me 
Hit a taunt on nigga, I’m steady boasting
Raise a glass on a nigga I’m steady toasting 
If a nigga got a problem then we gon roast him
My niggas on the east side, fucking beast coast shi
And we coasting
She got my dick wet up, I need coaster 
If she look like ember, imma ghost her 
Electricifying, like a bath and a toaster 
She need face reality, don’t worry imma show her 
Imma show her
I push shit around, imma chauffer 
Bought my bitch a mink coat, she gon show fur
Off the pain killers, Nigga we don’t show hurt 
We don’t show hurt 
Bitch kinda lucky, 4 leaf clover 
Ya bitch looking green just like an ogre
You not really who you seem it’s overt
It’s really over

[Hook]

Yeah, What you wanna do?
I’m posted up with my clique and I feel like YouTube 
Guns pointed at everyone, even you too 
Get away from me I already know what you do 
What you do
What you do 
What you do
Get away from me I already know what you do
x2

Mars

Jelly Break 4

“Body Count” is a venom-laced rap exorcism forged from horrorcore imagery, lyric density, and apocalyptic symbolism. This track blends vampiric mythology, cybernetic metaphors, and psychological warfare into a single assault of language. Every bar cuts like a ritual blade, every verse reads like scripture burned into concrete.

From Dracula’s skin and the Lazarus Pen to lexiconic Megatron and cybernetic wordplay, this song operates as both attack and autobiography. It is spiritual warfare disguised as battle rap, philosophy hidden inside violence poetry, and rage sharpened into rhythm. The writing moves between monstrous bravado and existential collapse, merging occult aesthetics with trauma coding and sci-fi chaos.

If you’re drawn to dark lyricism, myth-infused rap, or cerebral brutality layered with emotional decay, “Body Count” is built for your bloodstream. This is not background noise. This is confrontation music. A sermon carved into distortion. A survival hymn written in acid rain.

Body Count

Unreleased

Happy Holiday Hoe

( prod. aquinaswc )

lyrics:

omg dude

well what do you think of her?

Thought i was all alone
Then i found you
Drown in your eyes
 Tried not to like you
Now i miss u
Hope You miss me too baby
Strolling thru my school 
Thinking of you
Why am i so confused 
You left youre mark on me me me
Thank you baby

chorus:

when i first saw you
love of my life (x3)[x2]

Laid my eyes upon you
I was starstruck
Talk some more some more 
I cannot give up 
No I cannot give up 
I want you
I want you
I want you had to say it three times sorry
Your my boo 
Your my boo
Your my boo boo
*cringe* i cant say that dude

wheni

( prod. ajsounds )

chorus:

She gonna shoot me text
Her man gone be all upset
Its okay girl you confess all that lovey dovey yada ye girl you the best
With all of this rapping ima get fans up
In the Fortnite tryna get my land up
If i grab ya hand can we do this again and be bestfriends and uhhh

We can just kick it its cool and its cool you moving yo body i like how you move
You move with the magic you show me the poof
Somebody messing with you im a go get my tool
dont really have one but a kunai
So ill slice a pie if they wanna try
I dont wanna argue ye girl let it rest
Not pulling your strings or not missing a fret

Bridge:
You want the whole world ya i cant tell
You can leave yo vibe ill catch yo trail
Please dont leave too soon cant give you everything
But ill give you love cause your my everything

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