Crypt ft. Ethan Ross

Witchouse 40k - HOLLOWBONES (Prod. Mada Mazza x 33marrow)
Mixed and mastered by: 33marrow
H A U N T E D  H O U S E

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgi7IVdE1n0

HOLLOWBONES (Prod. Mazza x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

D.O.A x WARLORD COLOSSUS x LETOA x DOZEY DOE

LET IT ALL FALL DOWN

LET IT ALL FALL DOWN [prod. CRCL]

Stealth

IMightLoseControl (prod. by Fantom)

Violent Tendencies

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced and engineered by @tumaggz

CON$UMER

01. Jazz Solo Cup (Prod. TuMaggz x DiddyJameson)
02. Immurement (Prod. TuMaggz)

LYRICS:

(Jazz Solo Cup):

Ain’t slept good in a minute 
Not a second pass I don’t think
Burning eyes when I blink
Fertilize minds no shrink
Brita water really only thing I drink
Cuz it poison coming out the sink 
I’ve said this shit once before
But I really think I’m on the brink

All that cap rap shit you makin
I don’t wanna hear another word
All that rap cash you sadly making
Really that shit absurd
Like a glass lamp you so fragile
I just wanna steer the herd
I don’t really fuck with nerds
All the stats backwards
Should be grateful just to get those clicks

Oh shit
You see I get momentum now you wanna take a pic
Watch me hit a milli get em all up on my dick
Stay true to myself clout makes me sick
Straight out the grave smoke a blunt the face
Walking on bodies they make up this cave
All you smell is the dank and a waft of decay
I don’t vibe your thinking I’m stuck in my ways

Really fucked up in my head from the past
Don’t talk to strangers I’m standing on that 
Tell my kids not to trust every person they meet 
Cause a smile’s deceiving they prey on the weak
Stay in the city to get up my bread
Then I’m out to the forest to bury my bed
Fuck what you heard 
This what I said
If you wanna come try you can die in the shed

(IMMUREMENT)

Stuck in dis room
Feels like a tomb
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feeling doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Smoking this blunt lift me up
No liquor it’s juice in my cup
I wish y’all would shut the fuck up
Smoking that kush til I’m lit 
Drink gin with that sprite til I’m sick
I wish y’all would get off my dick

Ain’t slept good in a hot ass minute
Still putting work in the kitchen
Ain’t talking bout a job I be cooking for my children 
Ion want none of y’all up in my business
If I said that shit I meant it
And if I made that beat then I need my credit

Swear to god y’all niggas too slow
Like a pod in a vape you blown
I can’t beef with no pussy on the net I’m grown 
If you don’t relate you can skip this song
Cuz I’m done worrying bout your judgement 
If you ain’t fucking with me move along

Cuz the rest of these niggas straight bitches
Cuz I know these niggas are potential snitches
Cuz I know these niggas craving them riches
Money 
Clout
Fuck an image rather hand out stitches 
And in reality that shit real sad
I can’t imagine being so down bad 
If these niggas got you feeling mad
Scream FUCK A FAD

Stuck in this room
Feels like a tomb 
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feelin doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Please Rewind

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up

Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit

Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack

Pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap

hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs

Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm

Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye

IMightLoseControl (prod. by Fantom)

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