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Trap Game pt. 3

SALIVA GREY X DUBICH - MASS SELF DESTRUCTION (prod. Walk Among Kings)

MOBBS RADICAL x LOWEYEZDUUG- HELLZONE(PROD. KRONA)

Prod. tuMaggz

LYRICS:

All these bitches come and go like it’s a two way street
Trying to rob me of my purpose but they won’t stop me
Keep my head above the water even when it gets deep
It’s not what you’re doing wrong it’s what you seem to not see
I don’t have to pay producers yeah I make my own beats
I don’t need a GPS I’ve done my rounds in these streets
I prefer it automatic I like when it repeats
But I didn’t come with ammo I’m Rambo in sharp cleats 
Fatha
Please forgive me for I’ve sinned 
Ask your
Daughter
You can ask her where she’s been
Hell is 
Hotta
Than any place you’ve ever been
As above is cold as fuck so down below my time is spent
If I can be honest
I’ve been bitter for some time now
Oh
Kinda glad I haven’t lost it
But it doesn’t slow the time down
No oh
If I’m being honest
It’s sounding nice to be retired now
Oh
Couple bands up in my pocket
A couple bullets in my spine now
Oh no no
I’m wide awake
High as fuck it’s 3AM 
All my demons came to join me yeah I call these demons friends
What you mean stop playin pretend
What you mean that this is the end 
I gotta dybbuk box in my attic I see life through a different lens 
I got 5 snipers up on them rooftops 1  wrong move and 6 shots get sent
When will I be at peace
6 more hours til rigor mortis
And I’m still not gon repent
When will I be at
If I can be honest
I’ve been bitter for some time now
Oh
Kinda glad I haven’t lost it
But it doesn’t slow the time down
No oh
If I’m being honest 
It’s sounding nice to be retired now
Oh
Couple bands up in my pocket
A couple bullets in my spine now
Oh no no

Dybbuk Box - Single

Dybbuk Box

Nothing You Can Do

BLOODY SCRUBS FT. ISTASHA (PROD. ISTASHA)

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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)

CHAMBER OF FIRE
@CoaastGxd & @hell_usa w/ @netuhbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

[lyrics]
[CoaastGxd]
and I been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting
and I been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting


I'm feeling fucked up
I'm trynna find two bitches get my nuts sucked
I'm in a fine mood
What's up?
I'm inclined to find a new time to move through
The lines were two few and uncut
and shut the fuck
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck
Shut the fuck up
You don't wanna find out what the fucking mutt does
You about to wind up hiding with your nuts tucked

and i been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting
and i been cuffed up
My lucks up
I better burn the bodies
Fucked up
So fucked up
I gotta earn the rotting

[Witchouse 40K]
Hoodie fulla bats
Okay
Pumpkin fulla cash
Okay
Halloween erry day
Forty on my lap, okay
No I neva lack, okay
Cock back, let it bang
...Drako livin
In the bank
Gold gettin
 
Slate soul flippin
Now im peso spinnin
Choppa rippin
Not it gonna make holes in em
Grr, bra
Leave his body on the floor drippin

Lil bish...
Run up on me
Put em in the dust and then I hit'em wita beam
I aint ever leaving evidence up on the scene
Lil witch wita mac made his fingerprints clean
Blech
Shawty wanna fuck me for da fee
I aint really bout it so I pass her to the team
Gimme all the smoke
Smokin up another piece
Gotta chain like the ocean and my wrist hit like the sea
BLEGH

Chamber of Fire

Chamber of Fire w/ Witchouse 40k [Prod. Netuh]

PRODUCED BY TGLOTRAPS

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TYING KNOTS 2 (prod. tglotraps)

HALF PINT (Archived re-upload)

TO THE GROUND w/ DOS'E

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Submission

Grave Flower - Submission

PRODUCED BY HIES

DECEPTION RECORDS / UNDERGROUND CULT

IHAVEONECHANCE X D2THEDRE X CVTVSTRXPHE - RUTHLESS [PROD. HIES]

Lyrics:

Panama Red 
Dab Pen
And some needle point 
Now let’s flip a coin 
Where do I go tonight 
My failure to die 
Is my kryptonite 
No refill 
This life doesn’t 
come with a sequel 
Might die by a needle 
Dilated pupils 
I try to stay tranquil 
But bitches are deceitful 
So I aint peaceful
Diabolical individual 
Tired of it all
I fuckin hate people

Whoever
Shot up my whip 
you missed 
sorry  
I still exist 
Even when I’m shooting up dope 
Motherfucker I don’t miss

NICE TRY
YIPPIE KAY YAY 

Touché 
I also wanna be morte
Long gone 
Like the fucks I once gave 
I know you wanna see me die 
But I wanna be the 
one taking my life  
IM ROCKIN
DONT NOT RESUSCITATE 
UNO REVERSE CARD 
MIGHT OVERDOSE ANYDAY
People will say 
bad things happen in 3’s
Until they meet me 
as I piss 
I’m Sippin on a 40 
In chaos 
There’s opportunity 
You should know that 
I’m the hell spawn 
Epitome of Murphy’s law 
Engulfing Alcohol
by the crack of dawn 
No one will miss me
 when I’m gone 
Imma die young
LSD TABS 
UNDERNEATH MY TONGUE 
TAKING HITS FROM THE BONG 
Going out like Chris Farley 
If he was introverted and unfunny 
Fuck a filter 
Imma blunt motherfucker 
Imma tell you how it is
never a sugarcoater
Fuck euphemisms 
You’re a cunt 
That’s an aphorism 
Baligerant 
prime example of alcoholism 

Middle fingers
Are my mannerisms 
Walking cataclysm 
Fuck the system 
Fuck the catechism 
Fucks given
in the minus 
Coke up in my sinus 
Actavis School Bus 
Drugs are my favorite apparatus 
My brain is a circus 
Mixing chemicals 
Like It’s science 
Getting so high 
You can’t even
see my iris
Wanna Escape 
this crisis 
Turning down the brightness
Fuck a bias 
Never been pious 

Fuck the self righteous 
They’re annoying as tinnitus 

People have always 
pulled a Judas 
So spineless 
Better practice silence
Nothing is priceless 
We all pay a toll 
With our soul 
Feelin like Daniel Victor Jones
Feel failed by everything that I know
Just wanna take a round to the dome

Clouded mindset 
Like a cataract 
A 9 Millimeter ￼
round salad 
Sounds immaculate 
Always remember
Don’t put all your eggs 
in one basket 
I’m Bound for a 
premature casket 
KindNess is something 
Life doesn’t practice
We all get shoveled in the end
Doesn’t matter if we like it
needa goth bitch 
But for now 
My Switchblade 
stays my side kick 

Not much of a difference 

cause they both cut shit

When it comes to acid

Better know I’m loving it 
Like McDonald’s 
but we talkin psychedelics
Bitch ya know I’m strident 
But Ironically 
I Fucking hate 
being conscious 
It’s not contentious 
Y’all make me so nauseous 
Hit the blunt 
so I’m not anxious 
I’m precarious 
Voices in my head 
are nefarious

Diablo (Prod. bhasper)

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[VAGUE]

Surrounded by the voices that are talkin’ in my head
Man I wake up all the time, really thinkin that I might be dead
Dealin with the stress, and you dealin with your fucken life
The reason that we do it, so that we fucken feel alive

All we see is play, but you can’t seem to find rewind
Hate the fact that fixin’ fuck-ups, always gonna take some time
Matter of fact, that your memories forever last
The Devil diggin’ deeper
Hopin he can bring up darker pasts

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[T.R.I.P.]

I live a fast life, never on that slow paced shit
In my space ship doing donuts middle fingers to the masons 
Yea you mothafuckaz said that we’d never make it
Now i’m sitting back smoking like i’m on vacation Bitch

Staying low cuz you never know 
Plenty haters sitting back praying that u fold 
Watch these so called  “homies” all turn into hoes
Never get too comfortable stay up on your toes

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it?

BOUT IT [Prod. FALLEN]

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

HALF PINT (Archived re-upload)

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