Produced by @bustthatsag21

lyrics recorded by gingersnap
vocals/beat mixed by gingersnap
Sample: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aN7rmv5z3Mk
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Roll me a joint 
let me burn it 
Down to the roach
 keep it rolled fatter 
Than a fat gym coach
High by the bay im high by the coast
Sticky icky tree all down my throat
Bitch you know
i dont gloat
Let the loud be heard down the street 
Even out by the boat 
Wont hear a peep wont a hear a sound
The loud it leak, with a smell profound
Im never off beat with this phonky sound
Keep that tree in me to keep the phonky style 
All black on me when i creep
All black i see when i lay to sleep
No dreams, im weak
So i keep the tree and tweak 
Dime bag wouldn’t last me a week
Wouldn’t last me a day
Smoke so much stress 
no im never ok 
hey

GRIM REEFER

GRIM REEFER (smoke break)

Young gsnap never ride around town
Got people for that 
Lil bitch im down
To catch another body 
To fuck up on a shoddy
Bad lil bitch go on tease me hotty, Lil freak get naughty
 Chiefin big blunts 
Stupid lil bitch you dunce 
Stupid lil bitch you done
Go crawl back to where you came from
Snitch better run 
Rat pussy bitch go on meet my gun
Sendin out demons zombies and scum
Downin this rum 
Downin this jack
If i spot yo wig im blowin it back
Just like that
Cut yo parts then mail em right back
Laugh my ass off as i cut and hack
As i get yo wife on her knees suckin my sack
Beta bitch boy 
how ya like that 
Filthy fuckin rat 
Slimed up in the sewers never tastin no cat
Part two of this fuckin hunt
hack then slash then mail you runt
Takes a lot to send the message 
that i run this junt 
I was made to stunt 
You cunt
Birthed outta ash 
Big boss demon always smokin on gas
Horns stay sharp bent back as i swig my flask
Black trench coat fitted real nice
Big boy drip you know i keep my ice
Keep my game precise 
Keep playin wit me go on roll them dice

TALES OF THA WESTSIDE SLASHER

produced by grvmp from bandlab

lyrics:

learn them.

corpses clutter my cage [prod. grvmp]

rare vintage

yuck.

mixing lyrics & vocals by me instrumental by producers in caption

dry blood (prod. sxzu x capsized)

lyrics
rotten corpse when i flex
tattered garments
army vest 
dump a clip right at yo chest 
summoned demons do the rest
down in hell i manifest 
my next onslaught on a pest 
my next reign a mortal test 
fire ice and hella stress 

its lil gsnap whatchu guess 
im a man a fuckin mess 
wit no guidance viewed as less 

i be that boy strung out and broken 
sins will shine one last time
when i trade the fuckin token

BLOODSOAKEDSILK (prod. MAJZKULANI)

i dont rap

no i cant stay no i cant chill
im stackin this paper and climbin this hill
im clockin this cash 
im off my ass 
yung gsnap 
really do bounce back
yung gsnap not wit that slack

chop this beat like my name yung carm
been eatin good slather chicken parm 
been gettin built just look at my arm

i get what i want like a ipad toddler 
phony ass rappers entitled like they bitch made father 
im just a kid that get racks like im steve jobs daughter 

always been the one to talk shit now i just use beats as some fodder
me on a mic is as common place as a slut gettin hotter 

what the fuck u gotta say stay quiet talk shit wit yo barber
idgaf im up im a martyr

i cant chill

another known legend

mixed by grvmp on bandlab
vocals sample and lyrics by me

decaying

im boutta go stupid 
move bitch 
motha fucka do shit
talk crazy get smacked 

actin foolish
two dish
full course meal ass beatin 
i live here motherfucker 
you a tourist

tool less
sorry mothafucka
get swept tagged and bodied mothafucka
ancient evil creature shreddin mics motha 
fucka

stupid cunt sucka 
get crushed 
neathed the feet impressive enough make you lose ya seat
mean clean red haired clown make ya move ya feet

motha fucka 

pussy piss poor brotha 

silver tongue sharper than a viet cong combat knife brotha 

fuck icp im the real face painted menace motha fucka

let em hear it im a one man army dumb fucka 

i got all the stripes and awards just drippin in the color 

you drippin in the streets if you cross me motha fucka

mitchell needs a Michelin star way im cookin motha fucka

***RARE*** BACKALLEY BOOTLEG TAPE

i js wanna keep the pace
maybe i js love the taste
maybe i dont wanna be me no more

notha waste takin space 
in a empty hole
gained progress it starts to sho

why im always up im always stuck
makin up for lost time 
runnin from bad luck
stuck at the bottom still 
got some cash and gained some nuts

been a man all alone 
tryna give my girl whats she wants and build a home 
eat a few salad wraps 
200 pushups 
in my peace im in my zone 
please leave me the fuck alone 
petty pencil pushers always hatin
go get good at givin dome 
get some money and talk shit 
i promise im deaf to it 
at my pinnacle 
i push through it
all that energy u harness just to weaponize and use it 

u bitch u a pussy
u could never fuck with me 
just talk to me 
stream your hatred 
like its tubi
i get racks
i eat sushi
fuck my bitch 
she a cutie
lost my sense of who i should be
i been chillin 
not too much to speak on 
retired villian 
with a papa murphys coupon 
what u feelin 
promise u its not what im on

maybe I just like the taste

running from bad luck [prod.CannonTooCold]

wtf yk [prodsainturya]

THIS SONG IS SHOWING HOW EASY IT IS TO SAY SHIT YOU DON'T MEAN AND MAKE IT SOUND GOOD. FUCK RAP.

(produced by nicememe$ound)

TOO EASY (prod. PROSZOVSKI)

BURYME

GETTING WORSE WITH AGE (INTRODUCTION)

GETTING WORSE WITH AGE

DOOMED TO GLOOM

PALE CORPSE

THEY ALL HATE ME.

FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT

JUST WANT MY DICK TOUCHED

JUST WANT MY DICK TOUCHED (GET FUCKED)

Soul Reppin'

ice king

(prod. $oulJa)

She...ain’t... 

fucking with no trick

She’s fucking with a pure bread playa in this shit 

Ginger hair, pale eyes, all grey fit 

Shoes stained red from the blood that i spit
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This ain’t no love song, this ain’t no melody

This is that real shit

I play when i’m empty

When i'm feelin low you can find me smokin plenty

And when i’m feeling heated, find me sippin somethin chilly 
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Ya’ll pussies only hear what ya want to 
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Wanna hear me rap bout drugs hoes, and homicide
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Don’t fuck wit me i’ll knock ya down with tha 1 2
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Always pissed off so im always down to fight 
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Introverted as fuck often i get urges to 
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Rip ya guts out then bury you alive 
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I am so done with this
I’ll kill ya quick on body i’ll piss 
Smokin loud I flick ashes 
Murder town swing the blade makin gashes 
Come around town bring yo girl so i can fuck yo bitch
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Yung gingersnap cynical as shit 
I only fuck wit me 
yeah fuck yo clique 
Oh you gettin mad? 
Well come try it 
Watch how quick yo 
blood fuckin drip
Bitch

All I Do Is Hope For The Best

another song about weed

prod: PL4ZM4FL0W
lyrics:
slippin away 
sky is all gray 
i need the gloom 
to heal me today 
sick of all the happiness 
sick of being glad bitch
pull the fuckin trigger cave my skull wit the gat bitch 
not going to heaven 
not going to hell
ill stay in the dirt
decay and swell 
might as well
make sure that my shit dont sell
make sure that I rot in hell 
nothing left for me here 
jump of the cliff
tie the rope, dissapear
celebrate my death 
once a year 
scare away the guilt
forget everything that i had built 
dont play my music
dont play my sound 
dance on my grave as i rot in the ground 
this shit is profound 
until im dead I'll dance like a clown
dawn my makeup, entertain every crowd
wallow in depression 
never cry outloud 
enternalize the pain 
idolised the death of cobain 
kill me slow baby i promise i wont feel a fuckin thing
push unto me, the motherfuckin blade
you can say im crazy but i prefer insane
monstrous beast let loose of his chain
flesh and blood clinging 
to every fuckin fang
need to die high 
higher than a hippie off a top shelf strain
my fantasy is a grave lowered in the pouring rain

Mitchell★

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