Produced by DieNasty 
Mixing/Mastering by DieNasty 
Lyrics by Mope, Kill Ebola, MXRTMANE

Verse 1 (Mope):
Във славата за мене няма дивиденти,
дисват ме и стават инциденти.
Тровя си ума вечно с прецеденти,
не ме вълнуват Бентли или пък Фенди.

Не ми се занимава с хора —
от приказките им ми става умора.
Плямпат, плямпат, плямпат — нямат ум,
чувам, чувам, чувам — само бял шум.

Правя добро, като си стоя у дома,
щото иначе ще ги туря аз тия на кол.
Drowning in alcohol, deep in the fucking sorrow,
отдавна не ме лови капка сън — at all.

Ще завърши всичко това със затворен ковчег,
в който съм заключен от рождението си — мъртвец.
Дали съм отрепка или някакъв мъдрец —
няма да ме опознаеш, за да ме разбереш.

Verse 2 (Kill Ebola):
Found out just today I need
to sleep inside decay to open mind and read.
Right behind, I see a thousand burning pillars,
and then Ben Stiller — severed heads on miles, moving tiles of green.

Elite train the sheep,
some of them gotta pray to eat.
You're getting all this money and you still move like a slave to me,
fuck you and the fame to be — I won't play for your favorite team.

I don't care about y'all and this world that never dies and leaves.
You can cry and weep — add it to the noise I hear, bitch.
Time to fry the lead, else you won't ever see clear light.
Play on words, feeling blue till a burnt stitch — crisp.

Fuck me up on cloud nine, category six wind,
dig in her then I'm dipping, hoe — bye-bye.
Fucking miserable years — living since I was like nine,
God, I can't wait for you to come and end my timeline.
I don't even want what's not mine — gone sky.

Verse 3 (MXRTMANE):
Ay, drainin' out my energy,
sick of motherfuckers tryna bring the worst in me.
Ay, fuck you and your relatives —
you're nothing, you're a soulless fucker, rest in peace.

Watch yo fuckin' mouth or I'll shoot you with the mag,
go the wrong way — now you're layin' in a bag.
Watch in third person how you fuckin' die,
black cathedral shit so lethal your soul's up in the sky.

Run from demons with no license plate,
fuck, I can't stand all these face grenades.
Yuck — you're a bitch and I can smell you from a country, mane,
duck — all these bullets gonna hit yo brain.

Tryna hit me up? I say that you missed the ferry.
Tryna fuck me up? I'ma bury you in Derry.
Buried the fucking tomahawk? Cappin', bitch — you die today.
Watchin' you like a hawk, lookin' for my next prey, hoe.

White Noise (Feat. Kill Ebola, Mope) (Prod. DieNasty)

SoundCloud & YouTube Beatmaker
Mainly dark trap, distorted and glitchy beats; follow up on YouTube for my most recent works
- beats are for sale; DM for prices
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