Homemade Epidural (prod. Robert Lydecker)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2020_Oregon_wildfires

september eleventh twenty twenty

lyrics: https://genius.com/Gashum-gutter-lyrics

GUTTER (PROD. DINCA)

Any Last Words ?

Any Last Words ? (w DELIRIUM)

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Prod: Hoods

PICTURESQUE (Prod. Hoods)

Delightful track

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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

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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)

MOLLYWALK Feat. XELISHURT & DELIRIUM (prod.BL8DEZ)

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

CHEMICAL X (NOT BREATHING)

Go to sleep
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DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

MISSINGFACTXR