INCELCORE

Lyrics:
there aint nothing else for you to say
you said enough
thought i wouldnt blow yo head off
bitch im callin your bluff
talkin shit behind that blue check
thinkin that you so tough
this the death industry
black bags in my trunk
yall some fags and some punks
i got mags and some pumps
ill drag you with a chain
and take yo ass to the dump
stop playin like its sweet
this fn turn yo ass to ground beef
got you on camera in pajamas
i know where you sleep
but i dont ever sleep
i dont blink eat or breathe
im omnipresecent
teachin lessons that you fuckin need
rule number one
NEVER EVER FUCK WITH ME

yeah he from the news
yeah he from the paper
yeah he bout to get high
off gunpowder vapor
send him to his maker
choke a bitch like lord vader
fuck the bitch so good
she wished that i raped her
keep the fine broads
i got use for them
lion hearts
feel like i got 2 of them
got a black mask gloves
and a tool with him
hes on the news again
without his crew with him

he  on the news again
without his crew with him(x2)

Blue Chex (prod. Mutru)

OVER 4 U HOES (prod NINE-EASE+AEBEATS)

Mixed Personalities

Mkultra Victim

and michael cera ruined a whole generation of white boys

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World Ruined a Whole Generation of Women

Palisades Park

Left On Read

Hikikomori

Caliber

Computer Shy

Hikikomori

NEGATIVE XP