Now tell me, where is the context of this vampire with this song?

PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

Cover art by PRODAINTLOYAL

Featuring: @mvkotsunami, @j_mattson & @tumaggz

Produced by @netuhbeats

BOW DOWN (feat. Mvko, JMattson & tuMaggz) [Prod. NetuH]

The Sun goes down
And so do I
Searching for ways
To pass the time
Bloodshot eyes
Venn Diagram for why I wanna live
And why I wanna die
Circles back to
Not giving a shit
They say I'm a bad influence
Cause Im under it
Can't blame me
Life is exigent
I'm the product of an accident
Often feeling
Home yet alone
Like that movie flick
Wanna take a gun to my head
And empty it

I'm a keep my head up
When I'm fed up
Click the hammer back
Its lead ah
Simmer down is simple said ya
But I wanna go into
Attack tack tack tack
Tryna pull the slide and make it
Clack clack clack clack
I been tryna pick up all the pieces that been broken from me
Fail to find the feeling thats essential for a human to bleed
The body lose the seed
Hunger is lost to feed
Shout out hypocrisy
Hail the atrocities

The mirror showed me
Who the real devil is
Cracked skin
Show the blood of the hellish
Devilish switch faces when it's time to go places
Never safe in my presence
Hide and seek with my patience
Suffer this fear on the daily lately
My head in a whirlwind
Rounding thirty sunk in
Where I stand is on quicksand
Off in the land of no hope
I swear I see a checkpoint
Wearing no name tag
Feet in the sand
Looking around complacent
I made it

Nipping at my heels
Feel the devil take the wheel
I don't feel ok
With the way that things are fucking going
Tried to slow down
But it's pedal to the metal
Gas is flowing
Flames are blowing out the tail pipe
I fail right before I start to climb
Fuck the demons in my mind
Whispering I fall behind    
Feeling like I'm driving blind
Into the darkness while I try to find the lime light
My Psyche right behind me
Gripping tightly
Can't keep fighting
Slightly think I might be dying

Cracked Skin

Cracked Skin Feat. 8corpses

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KILL THE RATS (Ft. Lord Flakoe) Prod. Ted Dillan

bitch up on a pole, smack that ass just like a tether ball
slaughta, speed dial need a plug you know who to call
if you need some work let me know i bet i got it all
came a long way from bummin cigs and scrapin at the mall
r.i.p. city, PDX, i got 2 clips wit me and im comin for your necks

blowin through these checks and i do it with a smile
seen your ass wheezin when you try and run the mile
sea of chalk around me leave they bodies in a pile
bitch ill do the race, never see my ass on trial
2 clips and i got em ridin with me,
copped a new whip, do about buck 50
popped an adderal, n it got me feelin dizzy
bitch you say you got a man, well then where the fuck is he

got my engines revvin, bitch it sound just like a hemi, semi automatic pop out if i know they tryna hit,
bitch i wish a pussy would like my name was Timmy turner, there aint nothin fairly odd if i hit you with this burner uh

wassup wassup, get buck get buck, its a, stickup stickup, my choppa hiccup hiccup
run that shit back up, no need to act tough
im bout the shit that you cannot back up
i let my nuts drag, usin your merch as a cum rag,fuckin with me catch a toe tag, watchin you try and its so sad.

run it back, flip it and double and double the sack,
plottin on you when i run in the back 
fuckin with me an you catchin a tag

aint no time for talkin lil bitch, yeah we past that
all yall smokin boof my b.o. smell like some gass pack
yall some pussys on the low you put that shit on wax,
you aint catch no k, bitch dont play im finna bust back.

Speed Dial

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