IRANOUTOFNAMES
NeverEndingBass x Jenx2 x MissingFactxr x Ruzlxn x Nervexx

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/43Qxa3v4h1zMFPTTjS5Oji?si=SjO-Uqx6T027O3sYoB4wYA&utm_source=copy-link&dl_branch=1

Featuring
NeverEndingBass https://soundcloud.com/neverendingbass
JenX2 https://soundcloud.com/buckx2
MissingFactxr https://soundcloud.com/missingfactxr
Ruzlxn https://soundcloud.com/ruzlxn
Nervexx https://soundcloud.com/nervexx

Art by: @fijix99_ (instagram)
Prod by: NeverEndingBass

Outro: 13DGE

Spotify

IRANOUTOFNAMES (NeverEndingBass x Jenx2 x MissingFactxr x Ruzlxn x Nervexx)(art by @fijix99_)

Im no longer a part of Gutter Crawlers 

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/2vr0yesdPQ30Lh2kGkGZ5n?si=f9RwlVw_R66RPDmvOZ5ugw&utm_source=copy-link
prod glows1de
art by crude_art_

Glock-3110 (p. glows1de)(art by @crude_art_)

https://soundcloud.com/yxuragxner

Factxr:
Lately i've been feelin sick and tired
of your nonsens, bitch
Never leave my crib cause we be grindin
till we gettin rich

Rollin a blunt and
we dong give a fuck
about social norms,
im on my shit

cause my worst looks like your best
and i ain't even trying bitch

You be gettin laced up
with laced bluns, you dumb bitch
Get ready,  i am next up
im straight up, no cappin

makin these music
im chasin my dreams
and im workin a lot to pay all of my bills
and im covered in ice
all that shit gives me chills
and pop out of nowhere
and im killin the scene

Gxner:
i ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ᔑ ᓭ⍑╎ℸ ̣  ᔑリ↸ ╎ℸ ̣  ᒲ||
ᒲ|| !¡ᔑ∷ᒷリℸ ̣ ᓭ ʖᒷᔑℸ ̣  ᒲᒷ ⚍!¡
⋮⚍╎ᓵᒷ 𝙹∷ᔑリ⊣ᒷ  𝙹∷ᔑリ⊣ᒷ
╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ur ℸ ̣ ╎ᒲᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹
 ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ꖌリ𝙹∴
 ∴∷𝙹リ⊣ ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ||𝙹⚍

Fire Hazard feat. Gxner (p. Glows1de)

Shoutout: 
https://soundcloud.com/buckx2
@nuumastar (ig)

Leakin' on the floor w/Jenx2 (p. Buckx2) (art: @nuumastar)

Factxr (Chorus):

bitches talkin shit
we gon pull up to yo dome
motherfucker, I dont care
you should aready fuckin know
gonna discipline a fucker
shove him down like 6 bellow
they all said i wouldnt make it
but they'll pull up to my show

Im addicted to succes and
chemicals inside my core
people tell me i should quit
but my demons tell me "more
Killin - Killin beats for fun, but shit
my money stackin up
got more cash than i got problems
yet i cant even count


 Nervexx (Verse 1):

I sent the fire
Cause the money pressin automatic
I put two shells up in my heart
For lack of charismatics
If I was huntin degrees 
I’d line the prey up and flee
I’d Neva want a fucking handout
‘less it comin from me

Get the pressure
Front to back
I’m lackin when she talkin to be
A bigger picture for the purpose
Not allowed in to see
Dont need us to dramatize
I’m lookin ahead to a homicide
No trippin just whippin to level are heads
I’m fallin back into a moment I’m dead
Bitch I

Factxr (Chorus):

bitches talkin shit
we gon pull up to yo dome
motherfucker, I dont care
you should aready fuckin know
gonna discipline a fucker
shove him down like 6 bellow
they all said i wouldnt make it
but they'll pull up to my show

Im addicted to succes and
chemicals inside my core
people tell me i should quit
but my demons tell me "more
Killin - Killin beats for fun, but shit
my money stackin up
got more cash than i got problems
yet i cant even count

Factxr (Verse 2):

smoke that nicotine
untill my lungs r turning black
im never gonna trust a fucker
that has stabbed me in the back

im pullin up with an AK
mayday imma leave yo body rot
going balls deep in this bitch
till my vision going dark

leave mark where I been
even tho im fuckin floatin
Never follow trends
even tho they'll get me blowin

I be doin my own shit
till the day that I was born
Imma get this fuckin bag
you go big or you go home

Should've Known feat. Nervexx (p. Buckx2)

hangin in the back with the killas
Drop a fuckin track, make a million
I jus need my green, call my dealers
silver on my back like gorillas

i can kill a man with a sentence
i can fuckin wait, i got patience
step up in my zone, you in danger
I dont need no fucking affirmation

Keep the switchblade in my pocket
always on me, all the time
im just tyna make sense of
the noises in my mind

50 on my wrist because
im always in my grind
we the fuckin killas
creepin - creepin trough the night

case gone cold
shawty wan smoke
im under the radar cause we keep it on the low

KILLAS (p. Buckx2) (art @scrvffie)

NickG:

bitch I fester in the cut
I gut a rapper like a pumpkin
jack o lantern matter I’m slathering at the function
thunder crashing while these blunts is burning turning laced junts, pussy you get face fucked

grind the opposition into pink mist
absinthe laced with atropine lil pussy try to drink this
chilling with my demons my denizens my delinquents
all these rappers jesters got me laughing I’m the king bitch

crawling out the woods
and up into the city
came to bring the dead to life and reign the death upon the living x2

Factxr:
Bitch you know im in the stu
And i got my fuckin crew
Rollin - Rollin up that motherfucker
I inhalin that fume 

bitch I feel like im a lesbian
the way I keep the strap on
bitch you want my green
but you can not smoke for free 

Ice on my wrist
and it makin me shiver
yo bitch is wet
cause I flow I flow like a river
feel like im fed x
the way I deliver
Bitch im so hot
feel like i have a fever 

gun in the back
of my back back
motherfuckers hoppin
up and down
from my ballsack
uh
I keep it a buck
cause i rap on a budget
motherfuckers wanna get
on my level you cant 

bitch you cant compete with me
cause Im the MVP
Yo bitch wanna fuck with me
But she got no chance, you see 

Got that memphis fuckin flow
bitch i keep it on the low
Bro you want the fuckin smoke
Man, i got nothing to show


CREAM w/NickG (p. Ihytrevor) (art @nuumastar)

IG
@missingfactxr
feat. @whereisdox
prod by @nxm1nal
art by @spiiral_


Im untochable
Got my blade on my side
Its improbabile
I'll make sure that you die
Im the shilouette
I be Creepin trough  night
Light a cigarette
cause it helps me calm mind 

Bitch you know im decked out
Got 8 straps in my back pack
I got bands now
And its time for fuckin payback 

locked inside my dungeon
Tryna make it out the system
See me in the shadows
better keep your fuckin distance 

Im all that they wanna be
thats whey envy my craft 

what is the point and im wonderin
is anything gonna last

i dont fuck with you 
knife in my hand im making thru
ima kill the whole party dont care about yo crew
i think you fucked up
i think that i had enough
wanna fight i called your bluff
pussy boy dont think youre tuff
i hate my life so i might take yours
when you see my eye you know it lures
lurking around while youre on the porch 
blade in the gut and im killing them all
stepping to me you know you gonna fall
sucidal but fuck it we ball
better look around when you hear my call

Decked out feat. WhereIsDox (p. Nxm1nal)(@spiiral_)

IG
@missingfactxr
prod @nxm1nal
art @spiiral_

Passed Out (p. Nxm1nal)(art @Spiiral_)

prolly the last one in a while cause i grew tired of this genere

IGs:
@missingfactxr
prod. @prod.takizawa
art: @mynameisnickg

Lyrical masterpiece
Part1:

Im that motherfucker cut throat
Rippin out your vertebrae
Bitch, I Catch a fuckin body 
Mentain proper etiquette 

Keep that bade tucked in my pocket
Ion keep it for display
Bitches try to be the players
Factxr gonna get em played

leavin nothin but the carcasses
Turning my problems to bodies, bitch
Murder so fine call it masterpiece
Livin in ignorance, call it bliss

When imma die imma not have a halo
Under the radar, cause i always lay low
All of them mad but i am gettin paid tho
I get them silent when i pull my draco
 
Try to run or hide
But im already at your window
Everyday the same
I Feel like im stuck in a limbo
Your life aint got meaning
Goin everywhere the wind blow
Do my do and mind my business
Cause i keep it simple

Bitch I drop down in the cut
im causin mass hysteria
Better keep it quiet
If im roamin in your area

Let them underestimate
Cause i know i am superior
Rippin bongs before my classes
Need that fuckin indica

Part 2:

Take no disrespect
Im Blowin up like a hand grenade
Bitch i got my own thing
All you do is fuckin replicate

Its a shame
How you fuckers be so lame, mane
Posted with the gang
We turn up, we hall of fame

Break you like kit kat
walkin in big steps
Murk a fuckin body
Finna turn em in the past tense
got that motherfuckin blade
I keep it in my pocket 
All these bitches want me
Cause i know im fucking charming

Gotta lock my demons
Always keep them confined
You dont wanna fuck with me
I tell em, you can die then
Motherfucker, wanna get on
My level, keep trying
Pop back in the scene
And imma go and kill the silence

And im back in this bitch
Got the choppa on me
Only speak what you mean
I ain’t like what youve seem
Got the glock in the back
And my blade up on me
For them drugs im a fiend
Burn at a million degrees
Imma lay in the back
Of the car hella faded
My goons in the front
They remind me i’ll make it
Im hella sedated
So imma just take it
Im chillin with lucifer
Shout out to Satant

I got big stacks, Full mags
Only spittin straight fax
Imma leave their body
Rottin inside of a fish tank
Fuck that, Stay mad
You know im never lookin back
Hit them fucking harder
Than a motherfucking heart attack

Derogatory. (p. Takizava)

absloute bonkers, not gonna lie

https://open.spotify.com/track/735FEIdSsCf80Pfa5lU0a2?si=PuVUfXwjR8OcXGHOmyMcsg

@missingfactxr
prod. by @rulz.on
art by @glows1de


Im the hardest motherfucker
in the cut
Quiet down or you
might gon lose jaw
They wanna find me,
but they dont know where im at
I stay faded,
Gotta keep my mind intact

swerving and dodgin
The shit that they throw at me
We shootin clips
Like a motherfuckin movie scene
Chill in the crib
While im smoking that gasiline
Im in the cut
Gettin high off adrenaline

Ride around town
In an all black fit
Bitch, You might get hurt
Imma throw that fit
Double sided blade
Side to side, i swing
You a motherfuckin rapper with the
graveyard shift

Im like damn (im like damn)
Whatchu sayin (watchu sayin)
Ti-Ti-Tippy toe around yo house, im slayin
(Im slayin)
I gon break shit (i gon break shit)
No vacantion (no vacantion)
Spray and pray
My gun be runnin out of patience
(out of patience)

makin deposits
I double my profits
You gettin a drop kick
Right up at yo head

I make them fuckers taste led
Fuck what you said
I making bands not amends

She wanna suck on me
My dick addicting like nicotine
Hop out the limousine
Handel the paper
I feel like a fax machine
No one can do it
The way that i do it bitch

Im the hardest motherfucker
in the cut
Quiet down or you
might gon lose jaw
They wanna find me,
but they dont know where im at
I stay faded,
Gotta keep my mind intact

INTACT (p. Rulz on)

Delightful track

Follow me on ig @missingfactxr
Produced by @rulz.on
Artwork by @kid_squeeze

Lyrics:

Walk around the block
Them bitches, ready to get bucked
Trigger finger itchin
You might end up gettin shot

Choppa loaded up
Im gonna take it for a walk
Used to be the laughing stock
Now they ridin my cock

Ten toes down to the concrete
If walkin like a zombie
Gonna let the hounds feast
On yo body, if you try me

I be in the backseat
Never fucking cross me
Outside smokin indo
Like motherfuckin junkie

When i see you, Its on sight
Leave them bodies out to dry
Switchin lanes up in this game
Cause i got millions on my mind

Im in the parkin lot Im smokin
on some shit you’ll never try
If they wanna fuck with me they’ll
Meet the sharp side of my knife

Yeah i keep my blade tucked
Yeah im boutta spark up
Rollin up my wood
Lay back and I turn to a rasta

Yeah you know i slaughter
Thorw you in the gutter
White T on him, Paint it red
like its a fuckin canvas

Verse 2:

aint no way
I swing my blade
Got pretty chains
Hang from my neck
Im in the game

My KDA so fine
I bet
They envy me
And now they
Wanna see me dead
Up in a grave
They cant be saved

Got the best weed?
I can 10 fold that
You are gonna get hit
With a baseball bat
Don’t Stab me in the back
I ain’t fond of that
Imma Hit em so hard
Like a Heart attack

Im Gonna run it back,
a thousand laps
Im Smokin up my wood,
till my lungs collapse
Imma get my guap,
that shit ain’t taxed
And they wanna catch my ass,
but i cant be tracked

All my goons in the back
They watchin
Chillin around with the devil
Puffin
Im in the cut, with yo bitch
Whats poppin
We gonna put them
Inside a coffin

more you fuck around
The more you’ll find out
Got it on lock, bitch
Never going down

Gotta get my bag,
i ain’t here to fuck around
I don fuck w most of y’all
Cause y’all can’t get my sound

I dont take disrespect
Put my blade right trough yo neck
Shove him down, in a bag
Fuck yo crew, cause you ain’t gang

On the hunt, in the streets
Stayin low cause we discrete
Never fuck, with my team
Or we put you 6 feet deep

Spotify!

RUCKUS (p. Rulz On)

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

Prod by RULZ ON
We locked in fr fr

Lyrics:
We sparkin em blunts yuh yuh
My crew n I do whatever we want
Love how I stunt yuh yuh
Kickin it back while im puffin on runtz

Fuck up my lungs yuh yuh
Smokin em rappers, it dont get me buzzed
Im in the cut yuh yuh
I got that switch on me keepin it tucked

Hop on track and they runnin it back
Never gon rest till i get to the sack
And Im packin it up, bitch keep it intact
i keep my Za in a vacuum sealed bag

I be untraceable, love it when im on a pedestal
I play it off as the use is medicinal
All my concoctions are chemical
All of my vices are dangerous
You can not play with us

I ain’t lift a finger less the bag is plentiful
kill em all
Goin hard just like cannon balls
Eat them rappers up like i am a cannibal
Imma take whats mine,
its the bare fuckin minimum

Paid in full, imma get it all it
ain’t divisible
From my pov you just ain’t not visible
Tryna mess with me you should know
it ain’t feasible
When I send shots know
I might just end em’ all

Get a call, from my brotha cause
He need my back
Imma pull up in a herse
Imma pull up with gat

Where the competition
I cant find out where they at
Bitch, Im keep it a hundred
imma keepin it a buck

Suckas tryna do shit
But Im keepin it on lock
Boutta sweep em up
When I pull up with the mop

Boutta throw a fit
Send yo ass up in the mud
I be makin mad moves
And the rest of you suck

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Runtz. (p. RULZ ON)

Nothing changed. 
Featuring (in order):
@__yaffe__
@orgetplus
@nickgismyname

Produced by none other than the goat @rulz.on
Artwork by goat @spiiral_

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/track/06Rq5NXbgzjAO7UlGV0OF2?si=iK5YrFXMTUiPj21Ait1SpA&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A25BQBxCOX87df1eleFbPgg

AINT A DAMN THING CHANGED! feat. Yaffe, Orgetplus & NickG (PROD. BY RULZ ON)

Instagrams:
written, performed and mixed by @missingfactxr
prouction by @prodsphynx
art by @_.mikitzu._
mastered by @orgetplus

This is one of the tracks of all time. My first track post employment.
I haven't been as consistent as i want to, i drop a track once in a blue moon, but they'll keep coming eventually. Makin music literally the only thing that fulfills my soul

Lyrical masterpiece:

Neva take no shit for granted
Know the Factxr do most
Imma keep on passin limits
Bitch don’t care about no cost

Catch me slidin down yo block
I keep the pack uncover
They can’t hear a thing from us
I think the smoke is talkin louder

Why you tryna intervine
You mess with my operation
You don’t know no shit, lil bitch
I like to keep em guessing

Factxr on some based shit
Stoked to fuckin blaze it
got all kinds of intel
I know every move you makin

I be chuffin on a pack
It got me feanin for some more
Everybody wanna smoke this shi
But they don’tf wanna roll

Rather keep my circle small
Don’t give no fuck about no score
Keep my peace of mind 
And always aimin for some more

I get my bread up and the feds out
Perfect picture, 
this my setup not a setback
 Know the difference

I can flip the script
I could get you gone with a sentence
Stray off from yo path
And you might feel an evil presence

Mister mischief when its go time
Get my bag and then i dip
Boy im mystic with the ways
I swing my blade and do it quick

I can make em disappear
Factxr do a magic trick
Claim you ain’t a pussy
But you actin like a dick

Bitch i mix my spell in silence
Ain’t a chance you’ll get my spice
Many motherfuckets tried
And now they beggin for they lifes

Try to Play a stupid game, and now you’ll
Get yo fucking prize
You surprised, thought you had it
Notice bullets touch yo spine

In the meantime i stay fresh as fuck
And causing trouble
Start to fuckin rumble
Turn a fuckboy in a puddle

Swearvin down the ally
Got no time to dilly dally
Betta relocate
Cause we got yo fuckin addy

Twist it up and stuff it good
Smoke them trees up in the woods
Ain’t a thing out there
That can fuck up my vibe

Way i spit is dubious
Got em askin “who he is”
Its that mystic motherfucker
Creepin by

NO COST. (p. Sphynx)

and anotha one.
@missingfactxr
Art by Spiiral 
produced by Wrxst


LYRICS:
You can’t see me, but you’ll feel it
When the Factxr slidin trough
Way you talkin down my name
You’ll risk yo life

Any minute, you can vanish
Grab the stick, I start to banish
Any motherfucker that
Gon kill my vibe

Why do you act like you relevant
You ain’t the shit, you just excrement 
Many shows signs of no etiquette 
Factxr be strivin for excellence

Neva see shit like my caliber 
Size of my blade it can leave them perplexed 
Bitch i don’t fuck with no small talk
I rather you don’t call my phone, but just leave me a text 

If you want smoke, 
i could supply you
I got my crew, bitch
on stand by, they’ll find you

Fuckin with me?
You picked the wrong guy
nobody telling me shit
Like they tongue-tied

I pull up im grippin the .45
Bitch, i don’t need me no ghost write
Just say the word when its go time
Im takin it all, bitch its all mine

Many motherfuckes on my dick
I don’t consent
Praise me when they see me
But talk shit behind my back

Bitches say im pretty
And the opps say im a threat
Apathetic for the most
Cause only for a few I care

I ain’t like anything you seen
I’ll Turn a beat into a murder scene
My choppa singing them melodies
Im thumbin racks like a fax machine

There ain’t that can truly bother me
Way I FLOW, MOST can not follow it
stayin lowkey, more anonymous
Trust me you dont want a fucking problem

Listen man, ion got time for it
Talk out yo neck Feel them hollow tips
Ain’t there nobody avoiding the consequence
noticed that most of y’all lack in common sense

Most of y’all be really bland
Hide from yourself
Bitch, i am nothin like that

I stand on 10 with the gang
Ain’t not a chance
Imma be steppin it back

I could be here or be there, anywhere
Bitch im keepin the pace
Out for them motherfuckin racks
Help to alleviate stress 
I do not care to impress

Because im already blessed 
And i don’t give a shit, i got people;
I don’t need nobody to hand me a check
Get off my motherfuckin back
Pussy boy you not a threat

INSANE CALIBER! (p. Wxrst)

Go to sleep
https://soundcloud.com/kpopidol

MISSINGFACTXR

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