Limbo

🎶 FatMatt x GhostFish Radio  

Dark rap • Horrorcore • Outlaw Country • Southern Gothic vibes.  
Matthew Lukac aka FatMatt | GhostFish | Scarecrow’s Cousin.  

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Prod. YCK

New week new buzzword to get mad at
You’re incapable of critically judging a bad rap
There’s dishonor in dishonesty the crowd is up in disarray
Triangulate the motherfucking signal and it’s this a way
Low aspirations you don’t strive hard enough 
You won’t make it to the top
Put the fries in the bag afterwards get a mop
Ain’t no shame in the job but you tried and you thought
Acting like a bitch would get you somewhere and it surely did
Congratulations you’re assistant manager at thirty six
Verses in the bio you can try but will never reach that high though
A soon to be organ donor allow yourself for an ending on a high note
Fuckers tryna get grown tryna flex but you pressed “No”
Breaking headstones hold it down ten toes you would die for that out in Fresno
Pack of hyenas I got my own bright ideas
But you is on TikTok aiming to get clocked you still hotwiring Kia’s
Don’t get caught in the crosshairs just like river buffalo
Don’t object that’s it’s not fair you still in a bungalow

Intentions concealed concealing this animosity
What can’t be revealed excluded from reciprocity

Sever the peace treaty
Some pressure to keep bleeding
Want a skirmish bitch we’ll bring you one
Want an army then you motherfuckers better run
Scattered and divvied up
Some melting insignias
Welcome to the cage and terradome
And the failing weight and force is theirs alone
Said their last rites since they’re taking heavy casualties
Now we at a crossroads now we at a standstill
Bags of old clips exit wounds and emptied magazines
Metal to your flesh no defenses firing at will

Lukewarm reception to everything that you drop
Your behavior is pointing to everything that you not
You’re the king of mediocrity your discog wholly uninspired
Now you losing steam and out of air just like some punctured tires
Rabid dopamine addicts
Pack your bags no longer asymptomatic
Fucking fanatics can’t be diplomatic
Hope has changed and going slowly to panic
As you scramble for the retort you need to win your petty argument
Unequipped and just short of that threshold withdrawn how far you in
The private jet ain’t no fighter jet
Fuck the benefits a free rider gets
Boutta spray and pray to the Pay N Spray
Leave em unresponsive that’s A-OK
Now as they watch with bated breath
It is I anticipating death
Wide awake and as I await
For the floating embers let the fire rage
The veil is thinning and something awakened
Within me the latency picking up, hastened
You traitorous wretches are clutching at straws
Ain’t a person to revel in buzz and applause
Fuck the hype bitch I want results
Imma set out for the bounty call me Dr. Schultz 
Sweltering heat at the base of the clot
Errors seldom repeated in case of a shock

Intentions concealed concealing this animosity
What can’t be revealed excluded from reciprocity

Sever the peace treaty
Some pressure to keep bleeding
Want a skirmish bitch we’ll bring you one
Want an army then you motherfuckers better run
Scattered and divvied up
Some melting insignias
Welcome to the cage and terradome
And the failing weight and force is theirs alone
Said their last rites since they’re taking heavy casualties
Now we at a crossroads now we at a standstill
Bags of old clips exit wounds and emptied magazines
Metal to your flesh no defenses firing at will

Terradome

Billy Butcherson

Fallout

Not Built Like Me

Shadow Runner is a dark trap anthem about running from enemies, chaos, and your own paranoia. Glitchy industrial percussion, distorted 808s, and cinematic synths create a high-tension urban soundscape where bullets, drugs, and neon nights collide. A raw, aggressive track capturing the constant chase, paranoia, and survival in a dark, unforgiving city.

Shadow Runner

bender

didnt wanna wait (prod. pyctur)

Birds & Flowers

Musician, Artist of every flavor, Music lover. 

Inspiration like a flame needs air to breathe, grow and ignite you from inside.
Never forget the things you go through, create the individual you see growing I'm the mirror every morning. Every struggle, every hardship, and every doubter make you that much better each day. Love who you are, regardless of the opinions of others, cause in the end only you know who you are at the end of each day.

Not Built Like Me

Dark Jester