(Prod. Pezzhead)

lyrics

[verse 1 pezz]
Nah we don't need any of that
nah I don't wanna be part of no big plan
too much pain in my hands
not even just mine but my mates
too much hate and it's overflowing

morals getting broken
*bop* *bop* *bop*
don't let the barrel stop smoking
and I'm not done loathing on you trend gimps
don't waste time hoping

this is our shit, fuck the limits
even if you blink you won't miss this
make a blood stain out of a critic
make a blood stain out of a critic
are you worried? 
better run boy go chase the concrete
I'll put his teeth dere, curb stomp the prick
ah nah that's too quick staple his lids

[verse 2 jinn]
wreck her uh, wreck her uh
I put that bitch on a stretcher uh
know that my dick size not regular
I cut em up then leave em bruh

shut up and take it
stab where your face is
leave you in pieces
so me fuck it up

sticking my dick in the corpse
killing them, feeling the force
killed em I feed them the flesh
cooking I feel like a chef

this is what you've become a result of stupidity
a mess of flesh no respect
you man have no humility

[verse 3 pezz & az]
what you gonna say now?
what you gonna say?
I been on this ting for like 3 years straight
you think imma stop now cos a posh boy hates?

Kill and fuck that bitch
drop a thick dick n make her back bone twitch
see the flesh get rip
stretch skin thin
and then the blood start drip

flesh destructed
life gone rancid

don't come near me
I'll wear you skin

[breakdown pezz & az]
I'll wear your skin
I'll wear you skin
your skin I'm draped in
i'll wear your skin

Crematoria - Umbra

NECROPSY [PROD CLAYMORGUE]

T0XIK FT. SOVI

all credit goes to the original creators.

BESTGORE - SWAGGED OUT IN THA BOMBER VAN FT. CRUOR [HATCHET]

BITCH MADE
FEAT. @fenrirprod
PROD. @or1ove27 @triplesixdelete

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BITCH MADE (feat. Fenrir)

tardigrade - BRUHMANEGOD

Cover art by @pxnisherofsouls
beat by me

Lyrics 


I’m feeling ill
I wanna kill
I’m with you bitch put my dick in her pussy now it’s gettin filled
Why you keep Talkin the shit mu fucka?
Tell me what’s the deal
We gon pull up with that mu fuckin clip and your bloods getting spilled 
Shawty go lick up my nut and she swallowed it like chocolate milk 

She gimme brain like she doing math problems
If you want problems I promise I can solve em
If he want smoke then imma put my hands on em
Shout out to my bro he’s always gotta bag on him
I don’t fuck with rats let the bat solve em

Catch him lackin we double cross him
Leave you in the road like a possum
I popped a pill it’s got me feelin awesome
Keep talkin shit then I’m gonna drop him
I’m gonna stop him
I quit pill poppin
He’s Actin invincible but we already fuckin got em
In pain don’t feel like me
Make you d i e

I’ve been losing sleep
Can’t relax
Always on my feet
Mix the lsd 
With the gas
Seeing entities
Don’t feel like I’m free
Unattached
I don’t feel like me
Imma make you bleed
I’ll attack 
If you fuck with me 

Bitch ahhhh

I’m feeling ill
I wanna kill
I’m with you bitch put my dick in her pussy now it’s gettin filled
Why you keep Talkin the shit mu fucka?
Tell me what’s the deal
We gon pull up with that mu fuckin clip and your bloods getting spilled 
Shawty go lick up my nut and she swallowed it like chocolate milk 

She gimme brain like she doing math problems
If you want problems I promise I can solve em
If he want smoke then imma put my hands on em
Shout out to my bro he’s always gotta bag on him
I don’t fuck with rats let the bat solve em

RATS

RATS (PROD BRONK)

About "Shadows of Silence"
Silence is a weapon. This is the sound of it backfiring.

"Shadows of Silence" was not written; it was forged out of necessity. It is a direct response to the creeping chill of censorship, the hypocrisy of a two-tiered media narrative, and the corporate-approved consensus that now masquerades as public opinion. This track is a line in the sand against the digital book burning and the slow, quiet erasure of inconvenient truths.

The song tells two stories, not as isolated incidents, but as archetypes of our time. First, the truth-teller silenced by the mob and their corporate enablers ("In Charlie Kirk's Name"). Second, the forgotten victim whose tragedy doesn't fit the preferred narrative (Iryna's story). These are the shadows—the censored voices and the ignored lives that the establishment wishes you would forget.

We didn't need a ballad; we needed a battering ram. The sonic architecture of the track—a furious, syncopated fusion of hard rock and alternative metal—is intentional. It’s the sound of frustration given a voice, of apathy being burned away by raw, defiant energy. The tension in the verses mirrors the simmering anger of the unheard, and the explosive, anthemic chorus is the cathartic release we are all denied.

This track is a rallying cry for the politically homeless, the silenced majority, and anyone with a moral compass that still points true. It’s a challenge to the gatekeepers and a reminder that truth doesn't need permission to be spoken.

Play it loud. The shadows hate the light.

(Verse 1)
In the land of the free, where voices once rang, 
They silenced a man with a bullet's cruel bang. 
Charlie Kirk spoke truth, but the mob cheered his fall, 
Indoctrinated hearts, no mercy at all. 
Like Rome's leaden plates poisoning minds from within, 
They celebrate death when opinions don't win. 
Amazon's gatekeepers axed the track, 
"In Charlie Kirk's Name"—called it wack!. 
Free speech on the pyre, burned by corporate might, 
While the powerful hide in the dead of the night.

(Chorus) 
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away.
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Verse 2) 
Iryna fled war, sought safety ashore, 
But on a Charlotte train, fate closed the door. 
Stabbed in the shadows, no help from the crowd, 
She collapsed all alone, her cries not allowed. 
Where are the riots, the headlines that scream? 
For George Floyd they burned, but for her, just a dream. 
If races were flipped, the MSM would ignite, 
But white refugee blood fades out of sight. 
Peaceful protests whisper, ignored by the press, 
While lockdowns and layoffs sparked the hot mess.

(Bridge) 
It's not about money, we've got truth on our side, 
Respect and decorum, let justice be our guide. 
Corrupt politicians, hiding in plain view, 
Get 'em out of office, start something new. 
From Epstein's dark web to the A.I. machine, 
Raping the land, turning hope to a screen. 
We're in the empire's twilight, dry as a bone, 
But united we'll rise, no longer alone.

(Chorus)
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away— 
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Outro) 
So here's to the fallen, Charlie and Iryna's light, 
We'll sing through the censorship, into the fight. 
No more killing dissent, no more biased divide—
Get off the couch, let the moral compass guide.

(End )



Shadows of Silence

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@ericnorth
@riot_angel

i have syphilis
and i am in so much pain
i have syphilis
and i am in so much immense pain
i’m in a mess
i have syphilis

tossing and turning in a pile of my own skin
it’s so hard to stand

SYPHILIS ANTHEM (PROD. RIOT_ANGEL)

(prod. pezzhead)

BLOOD SPRAY OUT AND YOU PRAY THIS IS YOUR FINAL DAY.

Crematoria - Umbra

Hexmourne