Obsolescence [prod.appa]

PRODUCED/ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @TUMAGGZ

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Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

Prod. tuMaggz

Lyrics:

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this shit for free don’t give a fuck about a price tag 
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family 
But I’ll return like Gandalf 
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses g 
With perfect symmetry 
Run circles on the beat 
This shit so fire you had to hit repeat 

I’m whipping hearses 
Pimping nurses 
Snatching purses 
Cursin fuck
Crushing verses 
They dispersing 
Kick drum hitting like a truck 
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to fuck shit up 
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck 

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

Eddie Fresco - WHAT YOU MADE ME (MUSIC VIDEO ON YOUTUBE)

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- SKULL CRACK!

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

prod. MANUEL
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCT3-XIWcgc4NX1l_4lzyRaw

mix/master @spyce-sakryn
art by @whoskryo

lyrics

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

you aint spittin bars that you livin 
yeah i really been a felon for some fucked up aint kiddin
and the shit i got away with it would put me in a prison
im just better than you bitches, stop the hatin take a visit
to a psychopathic schizophrenic 
fuck around and get beheaded
thats what they expectin me to say because im white and rapping
if u hit me w them expectations im gon put yo life in fractions
split the scissors slice in back wit hammer torture fight the bastard
like yp capping what you really sayin is just hype imagined
i done had it, fed up wit the bread up bitch i gotta have it

smack bitches...wit the dirty pussy money act different 
mad pimpin when i fuckin pull up see yo stacks missin
mad women hiding cocainia in they fat prisms
scatt did it fuck around w scales n you get BLAPPP wit it
whack bidness what you been promotion ion spaz wit it
whack bitches what you tryna fuck just cause you rap wit it

tf you look like dressin all black just to rap to fuck a 2 dollar bitch
fuck outta here this my life

try to call me god try
kame hame ha kame hame ha

ion pay em no mind 
ion pay em no matter
cant hate on my grind
cant flame on my chatter

ima stand up guy
aint relayin what happened
yea my mouth too quiet 
where i stay i aint trappin

ima fucked up guy 
wit a whole lotta prollems
lotta whack bitches
now im sayin ion got em

lemme drink my drank
lemme smoke narcotics
lemme fuck my bitch
i aint rich but i got em

STAND UP GUY [prod. MANUEL]

aaaaaaa

Lyrics:
i gotta itch that
won't quit
no cap
fucking bitch slap
yo vibe
so cracked
hear the diss that
no lie
won't stack
got wrist strapped
red sight
red dash
on the 5th lap
so high 
so gassed
never feel relaxed
slide by
drive past
they gone feel that
like light
like facts huh
i'ma deal that
till i
write racks uhg

holy ghost
saw my syrup
drippin low
low low
so we stole
poison pellets
till i fall like yo
whistblow
felt a viper 
coming close so close
visual
paint
his brains
onto my wall
go ghost

why you act
like you working in the dark
rifles racked
never thought i'd see the spark?
gave you chance 
like this shit a deck of cards huh
fucked it up
know the suit was never hearts 

i gotta ditch that
won't quit
no cap
fucking bitch slap
yo vibe
so cracked
hear the diss that
no lie
won't stack
got my wrist strapped
red sight
red dash
on the 5th lap
so high 
so gassed
never feel relaxed
slife by
drive past
they gone feel that
like light
like facts 
i'ma deal that
till i
write racks uhg

I GOTTA ITCH THAT, WON'T QUIT NO CAP (prod. gosha x killheen)

Vocals: Santos Santana & @sinizterofficial
Prod by: Santos Santana

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

MVKO

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