TNT (FT. CLOROXCIDE x YEAHDUDEJOSHISHERE) (PROD. BRONK)

MUSIC VIDEO - https://youtu.be/Cx54hbiqEtM

i’m dead (x7)
so leave me
dead (x5)
blood everywhere
throw a pipe bomb at the ‘fected
do not go there 
P220 double inspected

lit stoag, when i use the pump shotgun
blowing down the smoker
M16 make loud brr brr
yeah her, getting ran through by the gutter
spiked bat gonna discipline you like mother

imma leave your ass for dead
no escaping my fucking infrared
chrome shotgun taking off his head
he wearing lead
you acting cool but i know that your dumbass infected
the blood of pool making you mothafucking erected
i should’ve fucking expected
that i can’t get out your mentions
i haven’t been the same since i got all those in house suspensions

been by myself everyday
i don’t give a fuck like what you say
torture world up on my K
i know you bad time, don’t care to talk
it’s your fault
hit your stop
i’m tired of getting of top
from your lame ass style all up and licking the fucking cock
hit me on the beeper
shit that i’m selling leave you dead like jeepers creepers
she sucking on the tats on my neck like a leecher
we used to hit weed outta skateboard spacers under bleachers

lit stoag, when i use the pump shotgun
blowing down the smoker
M16 make loud brr brr
yeah her, getting ran through by the gutter
spiked bat gonna discipline you like mother

LEFT 4 DEAD - (PROD. ZEMAR)

(lyrics)
-nibby
you be talkin way too much shit for your weight kid
then you get maced right up in the face
talkin too much lil bitch you a waste 
40 rounds put you down in the grave
smoke on the za ya right to the face
way too many drugs yeah what is the date
4-5-6 flying right past yo face
blow shit up like osama oh
fuck the system anarchy be on my neck
know when im with the fuckin harleys im stunnin hoe
fuck off this place lil bitch get hit with the draco square up in yo mother
fuckin shit
hit yo shit feel like a 808
2 shots to yo collar make you feel the pain
i love being fucked up (x7)

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My ego not helping me I think that  it’s tryna kill me
And imma stack all this money straight to the ducking ceiling
And i when grip on the mac it be hard to fight feeling
And when I pop out I think I need me like half a mili 

And all the shit that I’ve been thru no I can’t let it go
said I’m not feeling myself can u be my antidote 
And u get caught from a far that be my extended scope 
And I be sick wipe my nose just like I be sniffing blow 

Shawty told me Chill 
No I can’t be for real
And I be eating all these shots call that a mono meal 
It’s hard for me to feel 
U steady getting peeled
And I be off of so much shit I sleep up at the wheel 

Bitch I been like Fuck that yeah I bout up that 
Sleeping with dogs covered in filth u in a bug bath 
Ever since a younging yeah I always been a rugrat 
Shawty is a slut there’s not a spot that I can’t touch at

Like bitch I’m bouta Crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash
like bitch im bouta Crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash

And U cannot clap back
Shawty wanna fuck here’s my cash app
Bitch I’m so damn toxic need a gas mask
Every body wanna die I do the death dance 
I don’t give a fuck I want my head slammed
Up inside the wall I’m just a dead man

And I don’t stop for nothing get blown up combustions survive the destruction they call me a muthafucking odyssey 
I said send me hell I don’t wish no one well if I’m taking A L u can kill me like muthafucking wattori 
And I slam on the brakes u get punched in the face til your eyes getting mutha fucking watery 
And u step up to me you get thrown in the fire u get turnt to some muthafucking pottery

So much habits and addictions  I can never break
And I don’t like my fucking skin Rip off my fucking face 
And I want all of them to die don’t wanna fucking wait
Die death for me 
And if I end up on the floor just  pray that I don’t get 
Die death for me
Die death pray that I don’t get up

CRASH (PROD. D!EPERRY)

NO MORALS (PROD. @DUEYDIRTY)

BURNING BODIES (FEAT. WALT!) (PROD. ZEEROXX)

produced by dethcorp1
art by me
lyrics will be up soon

SEND HIM TO THE SKY

SEND HIM TO THE SKY (FT MEKEL) (PROD DETHCORP1)

MIXED BY BO
MASTERED BY ABI

(Lyrics)
Keep running your mouth you gone' run into my fist
Eat shit little bitch 
You pussies fucking make me sick
Fuck 
Switch mother fucking blade to your neck 
Go 
Ape shit
Crazy then a bitch 
Ape shit 
Ape shit 
Ape shit
Ape shit 
Ape shit 
Ape shit 
Ape shit
Ape shit

What the fuck
Psycho Sancho 
I'm a side hoe, keep my rifle 
Got the smoke for my rivals 
If I air it out
The body bags get carried out 
I see them pussies staring down when I up it watch 'em run around 
Run around
Run around
Run around
Run around
Run around
Run around 
Run around 
Run ahhhh

Keep running your mouth you gone' run into my fist
Eat shit little bitch 
You pussies fucking make me sick
Fuck 
Switch mother fucking blade to your neck 
Go 
Ape shit
Crazy then a bitch 
Ape shit 
Ape shit 
Ape shit
Ape shit 
Ape shit 
Ape shit 
Ape shit
Ape shit

APE SH!T  prod. Allen Gates

Proshlo dokhuya let, a ya

REASON.

“Not a Mistake” is a dark and unapologetic anthem about betrayal, lies, and the pain of choices disguised as accidents. Blending alternative rock intensity with trap-driven beats, this track tears away the excuses and exposes the truth: some scars aren’t mistakes — they’re deliberate acts that can’t be undone.
With bitter verses, explosive screaming choruses, and a cutting bridge, the song captures the raw anger of facing deception head-on and finding strength in walking away. It’s not just heartbreak — it’s the final confrontation with betrayal.

Not a Mistake

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