Hard asffffff fr tf hop on a song with ya boy

i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit,
i could try some acid or some xanax (facts) or both of them
i can handle tabs i see the bandersnatch encroachin in
pull the panels back i know you cant hold back but dont give in 
all of my synapses turned to candle wax, i slowly swim
pray my mind relax i've learned it cant, alas i roll the spliff  ..................................................
smoke a santa sack, the future and the past the only gifts 
oh yeah and the gab, aint no one hand me that i chose the shit
i wrote this and established im the man who have the coldest spit
brought mo than zips of gas you match with grams how we gon smoke this shit
sammy sosa shit got so much dope im going home with it
hardest known to spit i had a boner when i wrote this shit
pop up on ya bitch n lay it on her she wan hold this dick 
she say holy shit, i already told her get ahold of it  
she got explosiveness, she like a soldier, shawty blowing shit 
boomers show me shit thats in my soul n im decoding it


i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit
i only drop the coldest shit dont cap then tryn j cole the shit
ion hit bongs noo more these spliffs just happen to be what im smoking with
nectar hits my throat is itchy dabbin so im sposed to get
mega blitzed but no i sit and ask where went my oldest friend 
cannabis he never visits tolerance is holding him
ignorance is evident i obviously should slow a bit
call yo local city politicians you dont know them bitches
if you did who gives a shit they literally dont control the shit
you listening but bitch im blossoming your flow is growing thin
my issue is with them who talking and they know they dont do shit
the distance is too vast from yall i get in my bag of flows and spit,
shit bounce like dribblin basketballs, you get it i have control of it 
im on the ritalin after all give a riddle to yall like a troll on a bridge 
duetti hit me for the masters im in a pickle so i ardy sold the shit
ill spend it on slinging the hash wit scotty i slash the profit we both get rich

when i be writing raps i get so technical, the flow is sick
i be boasting shit ill get a technical my coach is pissedx
could barely hold this bitch i call it tekken cuz the pole got kick 
they always told the kid but he's a skeptic he don't know the risk 
yall so comatose just keep on resting, youll get woke with this
im tryna blow ill go and get arrested yall repost the pic 
shawty a hoe he know that shit he stressing n dont wan post the bitch
my bitch pose she know she thick, she better than yo's this hoe's a glitch

i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit,
i could try some acid or some xanax (facts) or both of them
i can handle tabs i see the bandersnatch encroachin in
pull the panels back i know you cant hold back but dont give in 
all of my synapses turned to candle wax, i slowly swim
pray my mind relax i've learned it cant, alas i roll the spliff  
smoke a santa sack, the future and the past the only gifts 
oh yeah and the gab, aint no one hand me that i chose the shit

BANDERSNATCH [PROD. NXTTY]

PRODUCED BY: https://www.youtube.com/@INC3L734
COVER ART BY: ME
Lyrics:

Fucking around you get put inna coffin
I stick witta glock when im walkin with caution
I'm peepin my opps and im launchin these rockets
the blade get to stalkin you turnin and tossin

we walk in the dark keep your head on a swivel
this pistol gon fire get popped like a pimple
aint talkin no ball but his head gonna dribble
he layed on the ground and got turned to a cripple

AKA_VEINS you be sobbing and crying
you carry a pistol but that shit aint firing
reciting a psalm but do pills like you dying
you talk about Christ but you out here dividing

triple six buddy im spraying you praying
the fuck is you saying i steady be hating
im never the same i be constantly changing
im craving the flower im faded when aimin

my boys are in heaven im staying a felon
we eatin all good when im popping his melon
im getting some gas aint no 7-11
the hoes gettin scared when im clutchin this weapon

you smoking on bunk while we smoking on pedals
what drugs do i got? i dont know i got several
bro AKA_VEINS you do not have potential 
start packing it up and put one in your temple

im movin and groovin dont think that im lucid
dont hand me a blade because im bout to lose it
the voice in my head telling me to go do it
my music is rooted in shit that is ruined

im losing my cool and im startin an issue
my pistol gon sneeze in your face like a tissue
you suckin my dick aint no way ima kiss you
these bullets gon hit you aint no one gon miss you

im booted right up and the choppa is ready
im fucking around and knock out his spaghetti
i hate when they whine and i hate when they petty
you say one more thing and the blick gettin deadly

smoking so much i can no longer function
i bussin the blick and i cause a disruption
we giving concussions we runnin amuck
and we dont give a fuck and we get in some dumb shit

I knoe that im fucked up im not saying sorry
especially bad when im booted off molly
my choppa be bloated get sent to the lobby
my bullets so big it could fuck up your posse

i dont wanna hear it your music is shitty
he wanted to beef he get smoked like a ciggy
we smokin on fattys you smokin on skinnys
im taking a tab and im feelin so dizzy

im starting to lose it so dont get me started
my choppa is special i think its retarded
im throwing out shade but he never responded
i wanted to rock em my thoughts are demonic

LOSING IT (prod INC3L)

Lyrics :

Bitch my chopper operate on pussy boys that wanna fade 
Had that pussy pissin in his pants I thought he unafraid 
All these fuckin pests around the nest I think I need some raid
All about these checks won’t even text if I ain’t gettin paid 
Noose around my neck I hit they block n cut the shit in half 
Bitch I up the stick like Donatello but this ain’t a staff   
Pussy acted tough but now he cryin bro I had to laugh 
Did his ass so dirty with this blade you thought he got ah graph 
Bitch my bullets big they splittin wigs n causing hella damage 
I been thru so much that you would never have a chance to manage 
Bleedin out my eyes but see the bullshit thru this fuckin bandage 
Tuck the van we ran em down don’t give a damn about advantage 
I N double K don’t ever play jus stay away to live 
Reachin for my tray gon get you slayed up by this fuckin shiv 
Gave them boys my last when I ain’t even have the shit too give 
So fuck em all n fuck the law we ball or fall don’t ever stall 
I don’t got no love for none of y’all cuz y’all ain’t ever call 
I been MIA up out the way but I won’t ever quit
Tryna take the shoes up off my feet that you could never fit 
Spittin in his face i give the razor blade the final hit 
Make it look like suicide the way his wrists is gettin slit 
Do that boy despicable like fallout & we in the pit
Bag up on his head they finna pop em like ah fuckin zit
I don’t give a fuck I really don’t no not a little bit

UPTHESTICKLIKEDONATELLO [prod.ANATVK]

Seal team 666 ft inkkisdead & Gr3y

LYRICS-
(inkkisdead)
i don’t give a fuck what no one say bitch I’m jus doin me 
We are not the same theres hella different between you n me 
Fuck ab his love & life I’m takin his whole family tree 
Stuck inside this sack of flesh a walking corpse I’m damned to be 
Inkk it’s not that bad I’m always trippin from they pov
Straps up on my body every day like we in C O D
Did it by myself lil bitch so yea it’s fuck yo G O D
My mental state too far from great 
I’m shy too love but numb too hate 
I’m smokim late , avoidin fate 
I put too much up on my plate 
I grab his face erase the trace 
I’m settin flames onto this place 
Yea I need space too face the taste of pain 
The last one played just lays a stain 
This tainted brains no longer sane 
The real me lies behind a pane 
I’m too corrupt don’t give a fuck 
You Run up on me you get struck 
This Glock give death I wish you luck 
But I can’t say I give a fuck 

(GR3Y)
i cant say I feel remorse
dont give a fuck ill make a corpse 
Arps and 23s like we got sticks all different sorts
that pussy tried to run abort
223. gone eat his shorts
pop his top off like a cork
How you trappin, rappin, still aint get no money you a dork 
inkk just hit my line he said "wanna slide?" like bitch of course
Bitch my choppa jus like Vader push you back, gone feel the force
push you back jus like a bully 
roll yo homie in this woody
drop the ski and up the fully
bitch the switchy gonna swiss a nigga
tracers i wont miss a nigga
tooly gonna fix a nigga
run em down ill blitz a nigga



POV [prod.axtheck]

MRNASTY [PROD.REVERSE]

PARADISE w/ GR3Y [PROD.TAIREM]

(Release date listed is 2 days earlier than the real release for some reason)

Lyrics -

Bitch it’s the cut throat committee 
Come thru with them guns n we fuck up yo city 
Extended the sig the clip look like ah titty 
This shit finna fuck on you rappers no diddy 
High as a bitch I start actin retarded 
I get me a 5th n don’t ever get carded 
Been harder than you before I even started 
The art in my heart is just hate for you artists 
I’m in the garage makin bombs for a rally 
The body count high they can’t track it in tally’s 
These pussies gon die like they shoppin at Sally’s 
The Glock n the chop in a combo like rally’s 
The P comin free from a valley in Cali 
This tree bring me glee when it hit like o malley 
I’m coughin n coughin I sound like ah smoker 
You cry like a bitch you a witch n a joker 
This switch finna glitch he get flushed like it’s poker 
I spend all this bread n still never get broker 
All of this spread on my bed get me happy 
She play with my wood like a puppet it’s slappy 
I heard that new music n that shit was crappy
If he wanna diss me this stick kick like Jackie 
I up it like fuck it but better be snappy 
This mask on my face like a fuckin Iraqi 
Bitch I do drugs n evolve like umbrella 
How much do I smoke I don’t know but it’s hella 
I’m pushin out product I feel like excella 
He ran up on me got concussed like I’m ELA
bitch I ain’t felt like myself for awhile 
But they seem to be how they Bitin my style 
Beat that boy ass while I giggle n smile 
We walk that boy down like a mf aisle 
My choppa get wicked blow holes thru ya body 
He lookin like Bob when I’m done with this shotty 
Yea I call the shots I been feelin like gotti 
I stay with the juice like my last name was lotti
Lost n distraught tryna get thru this area 
I don’t want problems but promise I’ll bury ya  
Sick as a bitch my flow hit like malaria 
Diss all you want we leave moms in hysteria

UMBRELLA [PROD.LILRAHNERA]

@inkkisdead WENT INSANE ON THIS, BEAT BY THE GOAT @anatvk AND ART BY THE ONE AND ONLY @viktor-294624978

https://open.spotify.com/album/23IrFHWnNVDKh2Vxmv4pqf?si=sejz8be5QfiR7b7a4hsONQ

KNOCK KNOCK (ft.inkkisdead) (prod.anatvk)

Taking my time on tracks, won't be uploading as frequent.

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POV [prod.axtheck]

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