DONT PANIC (SNIPPET) CHAUNCEY LUVS YU!!!!!!!!!!

God Is In Control

Lyrics:

I felt everything too much too quick

I felt everything the show don’t end

Im binging everyday the show my friend

I live it everyday this glow my skin

Shutting Down

old deleted afourteen track, enjoy 
(not real cover art which to my knowledge is lost)

AFOURTEEN-14THEDEVIL prod. hades

PROD. @wendigowendigo

lineup:
BLCKK @blckk
CXRPSE @ssjcxrpse
WENDIGO @wendigowendigo
BRUHMANEGOD @bruhmanegoddd
MKULTRA @mkultraproductions

SHOOT THE VENUE UP (PROD. WENDIGO)

I’m fine your energies not mine

I’m fine your energy is dying

I’m being drained

You can exploit my pain

Have no name

Just another number in your game

I feel nothing

I don’t know whats wrong with my brain

I need your face

Need something to put on display

I’m fine your energies not mine

I’m fine your energy is dying

I’m being drained

You can exploit my pain

I want to buy your mind from you

I realize i lied to you

A suicide inside a booth

I’m petrified i lied for you

Human Battery

You Watched me cry
So you gon buy
Motherfuckers
Wanna mbe like me

Its all disguise
I hope you die
You not no VIP

I'm the elite
And ur just meat
The kiddies dream of me

U wet ur sheets
Ur droll at screens
U wanna piece of me



Walk down the red carpet
While i carrying a cross
Drown my skin in lotion
To retain that special gloss

Layers of plastic wrap
cover up the smell of rot
In my heart is only bile
Drink my fluids get u off

Fuck
Everyday feel like jake paul
Clean with the brainwash
Technique in my vlogs

Filmin dead bodies
For these 12 year olds got sauce
All u bitches gon complain but im never fallin off

What that culture i push is just rape
A maverick come do what i say
Im just a fake im pluggin my merch u gon pay
My fans are a prop in my play

Im on a stage
No convictions 
Just wanna be paid
Move bitch get out of my way
This the new wave
A martyr with all of this hate
My face on a billboard im great yuh ay


Call me father
Call me god
Take my hand
I'll take u far

Put your faith in me
Those hating me
Are doomed
They dont know why

Take my potion
Buy my shit
Kill your parents
They'll dismiss

All the work
We putting in
Transcend this plane
This is my gift yuh


I'll go down in history
No afterlife but memory
I'll make sure im immortal
There will never be an end to me

Not with me u are
Dead to me
Im On a throne
the centerpiece

Human shields
 defendin me
This is ur purpose
You'r in need

My selflessness
Is not for free
Don't question it
Bitch god is me

All these bitches wantin me
Soul is gone just rotting meat
Im dead inside i offer thee
A plan to live eternally

This world is flawed 
Come follow me
Bitch Come and swallow me

PIECE OF MEAT

blahblahblah w/ eddison (prod.wendigo)

pt 1 prod. landfill 
pt 2 prod. solsa

prod. landfill

Ima rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna
I was the kid that died
Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside
Fuck an og 
this beat was made for me
Got em runnin off
Witout no feet
I got jumped by a group of amputees
Spider gang finna trample like a stampede
No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
Don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
I be big blastin in a spider tank
I need mo ammo where da mortars at
Y’all record the past, I make big blasts I’m outsourcin that
I be sellin more while y’all tellin more
You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that

I’m gon punch in I know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
Hoes
Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain’t gotta post
Those
Flex bullshit, no rent holdin
Gon up poles n blow wit no control
Collect most of the best tokens
Ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
Slow it all down

Down

I set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
Send em all down

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prod. solsa

popcorn up inside my lungs
I’ve had enough

Y’all got plug but no power
...
Y’all got high but no time
...

I’m onna trunk smokin animals
Please do not pick up a camera
When I eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
Lookin like lights in my eyes I don’t wanna die
I tend to burn inside but I ain’t permafried
I did acid at least 20 times by now
Cryin my eyes out
I don’t like no one outside now
I keep it tight
Where it doesn’t get bright
And we fightin to find out
What’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
Pummel you

Bust a move, the luck is brutal
Touch, in tune, for cups of soup
What’s the move

Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think I don’t see them, I defeat. This.
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe shit to thee I don’t believe. It.

You won’t do it it’s impossible
...
Take a risk and get illogical
...
Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
...
Spider gang, your homies not as bold
...
I’m in trash x3
I’m in the dumpster
I’m finna bump my own shit
To sleep
I’m finna love what I writ
You sleep
You is a crackhead
You tweak
You in the past tense 
You weak
You can get better 
Just try
You better live ‘fore
You die

I don’t wanna rap

she sells sea shells, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us 
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, I cannot see right
be blind, breathe my semen, don’t read my lyrics

Do it for emotion I don’t do it for appearance 
I don’t need nobody clearance, I’m a spirit
I can phase thru walls
Want a fade, who brawl
What a waste, you stall
It’ll break you all
Pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
I need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
Y’all gon make my cock spit
Seminally toxic
If I gotta mock them
Open up my logic

Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
And an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

SCORCHER (PROD. LANDFILL/SOLSA)

https://youtu.be/CjyY5KcEk20

fuck the whole world

LYRICS:

CXRPSE:
PULL UP IN ALL BLACK, UNDERTAKER
NIGGA WANT SMOKE HE TURN INTO VAPOR
I’M IN THE COLLEGE DORMS WITH A LASER
BUSY MAN BUT I DON’T GOT A BLAZER
YOU WANT WAR THAT SHIT ON SIGHT
FIGHT ME IT’S A FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE
VAMPIRE CAUSE I’M OUT AT NIGHT
BARKIN NIGGA I’M A DOG THAT BITE

CXRPSE (BMG):
MASTA BRUHMANE
SHOW THESE NIGGAS WUSSUP (OKAY!)
FUCK NIGGA (WHO ME?)

BMG: 
UP IN THE HALLWAY GOT RES-LIFE TRIPPIN
SCOOTIN DOWN FONT IMA MAKE YOU A VICTIM
THIS THAT SHIT THAT’LL GET YOU EVICTED
THIS THAT SHIT THAT’LL GET YOU EVICTED
ON ZOOM AND I’M RAIDIN THE ONLINE CLASSES
STOPPED SHOWIN UP TO ALL MY CLASSES
ON VIDEO CHAT AND I’M BEATIN THEY ASSES
I’M STOMPIN HIS NUTS AND I’M BREAKIN HIS GLASSES
I’M SMOKIN UNTIL I GET STUFFED IN A CASKET
MY HEAD LOOK LIKE A FOOTBALL, BLAST IT
*GUN AD LIBS*
DOC MARTEN MY BOOTS
I PULL UP I’M CHUFFIN DOWN ROOTS
YOUR MUM IS A SLAG
I’M FUCKIN YOUR DAD
YE BETTER WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKIN NOW LAD
IS THIS DOWN BAD?
IS THIS DOWN BAD, IS THIS DOWN BAD? OH!
I WANT SOME CASH, I WANT SOME CASH
I WANT SOME CASH NOW
I’LL DO ANYTHING
EXPOSE MYSELF, I’LL PULL MY ASS OUT

*SCOTTISH BANTER*

CXRPSE & BMG:
I’M SITTIN IN A RICH NIGGA BED
LIKE THE ROYAL GUARD I’M ALL COVERED RED
BUNCHA COWBOY NIGGAS RED DEAD
HOPE MY MOMMA DONT GET MAD BOUT WHAT I SAID

أنت المعارضة

Video

CHAOS BRACKET w/BRUHMANEGOD (PROD. WENDIGO)[VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION]

@wendigowendigo

woo
i love where i'm from but everybody sound
yeh, everybody sound the same
deemun
evil, evil
deemun
no you not a
deemun
shit what you a piece of
who ya let deceive ya?

whatever you want all the time
every day, no stoppin
control yourself, no option
you ain't tryna know yourself, you tryna be the most poppin
be the most punk
do the most, stunt every day or else you see the hole shut
bitch why is you cryin, this real life
and you gotta be a grown up

it don't got to make no fuckin sense
rockstar shit, okay
rock hard dick, okay
popstar bitch, cocaine
wokhardt drink, okay
glock arm limp, no aim

why do i still try?
why do you think i'm perfect?

i like the feeling that i get when you cant have what you want
i guess you ate enough, guess you thought i had less than two arms
stickin my hand inside everything, i wont hesitate
that was the best wasted opportunity i ever ate
you know everything bout everyone you never met
said you would greet me with violence so why you hesitant
i'm tryna be beamed to an island covered in sediment
i hate who you are and everything that i said i meant