prod lucerne

threesome with jen and jennifer
this shit a genocide
switchin from the red to the white
huntin a better ride

i was in the county fair hmm
just for countin racks
dressed as count dracula
wit da garlic blood grass

shouts out to oblivion 
the blood of an argonian 
lil scales the lizard king   
dog and labrandaurian

doesnt take a microscope to see
that i been gifted
only strippers that im tryna fuck wit
started off as liquid

i just invvested in a voodoo doll
so if u got a prollem wit somebody u know who to call
hoes call me oogie balls
fore i finish thats on when i hit em wit the cudegras

me on q3dm17 thats my lil kinda murk
this that east mass shit 
its the right side of church
hoes hit em 
dog shittem
baby i want press ed work
i aint fuckin wit emotions 
no more that shit got me hurt

3 dolla dope bag 
fake ass chinese gas 
where yo phone at?
blown up like a beeper 
who wan go back ?
to when they had real heroin
in folded paper?
the mold is later
after time passes
mother nature 
always reclaims
all yo dime baggin
fuck a time fraction
im gon bomb past it
im the hash slinging slasher
this a blonde pageant

the wigs off im gettin ratchet
big soft i couldnt tax it
it was too raw

u needa feel this 
feelin myself new boob job

fuck the feds and the prison guards
chewed off

all the hands that fuckin fed em
look at chu dog

aint no bounty huntin in the commonwealth
if u got a issue put it on the problem shelf

all yo songs a psy op to get em fuckin locked up
sum bout some coke prices lean got his jaw fucked
actin super tough on the mic yeah it gon work
for like gucci, rest of yall need a growth spurt

me walkin down the street with my own curse
another swap meet EBT and cold turkey
i believe in god why u wont murk me
i might set the fuckin vibe i might go early

i was sippin ergot wit a witch thot
like a boyscout all i want is big knots
always way too high to be pissed off
goody green 90s baby im the big dawg

huh...errythang they did wrong 
if peter pecker pick the poorer man pocket
get off

sick of all the yadadadadadadada shit talk
errybody know somebody errybody get on 
coke and delears get rich ima peon
never turn cold on the bros aint no freeon

errybody talks and they talk ion be on
i just wan chill smoke a blunt get my free-on


party store or packey it aint moafuckin different
i be smokin hella bogeys got a coney i was kickin
i was 10 toes everywhere im usian gifted
ima blow this moafucka up and say sum different

scales aint nobody else could be him
crazy what these moafuckas pay for machine trim!!!

better open up the flood gates
one man change the whole world with some substrate

i be all them spores in that popcorn 
if u aint ever reach enigma u should pop more

i was hittin dreamer carts im on the top floor
sippin on mimosas i aint wearin tom ford

495 im the only one surviving

LIZARD TEETH 9 (PROD. LUCERNE)

UMBRA

CEMETERY TALK

SEANCE

ROTTEN

prod Prod. Zyller & Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth
Cover by Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
It was never bout the money or the fame
All these pussy mutha fucka’s switching lanes 
Imma tell you I ain’t fucking with these lames 
Why the hell these bitches keep on playing games 
In the Cadillac just cruising in the rain 
Riding round the block just looking for a stain
Tryna turn another opp into a strain 
Smoking Tracy pack it’s fuckin wit my brain
I done let the demon out the devils cage 
Creeping lurking drag yo body in a cave 
Living life with all this mutha fucking rage 
slit my wrists and let it bleed into the drain 
It’s the only way to numb all of the pain 
Tell my homie he can lie all on my name 
do whatever when Im inside of the grave 
Put my body in the ground let me decay 
Kill a pussy boy and look em in the face 
Spinning blocks like we tryna win a race 
Guarantee that we beat this fucking case 
Everybody that’s a witness getting slain 
Everybody that’s around is getting sprayed 
Living in the trap at night I had to pray 
God ain’t listen imma demon anyway
Do a hit on anyone long as it pays 
And I’m Hungrier than ever need that food up on my plate 
Pull the trigger squeeze that shit and never hesitate 
Send a pussy boy straight up to the heavens gates 
Or if he goes to hell imma meet him cuz it’s fate 
Stepping up to me and I’m putting em in his place 
Dump the body in a river never leave a single trace 
Smoking in a hotbox I can’t see shit through the haze 
Drugs play with my memory so everything’s a daze 
I can’t fuck with anyone all they care bout is plays 
Stacking money nothing new soon as I got a taste 
saving all my money in a mutha fuckin safe 
even got a stash spot for every other state 
have a million in cash if I keep up at this rate 
I’m risking it all just to be one of the the greats 
Stuck inside the slums tryna move out of this place
And you can’t get rid of me cuz the prophets here to stay

DEVIL’S CAGE

Rivilin Socials:
https://rivilin.com/
https://www.instagram.com/RivilinOfficial/
https://soundcloud.com/rivilin
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3Zx6YOsYHf5uj5xvnNhhgL?si=4e6bdfa691f847a0

Broadus Socials:
https://www.broadusmusic.com/
https://www.instagram.com/broadus972
https://soundcloud.com/broadus972
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7CIMNFNrpE8Ta9hMVhE162?si=wrNsDKQkTIieVuCQtanK6w

(Rivilin)

Yeah

Is it just obvious
That I'm so scared of this?
This anger in my chest
That builds and builds from stress.

And then it's emptiness from the withdrawals,
Cold shakes in the bed, now I'm on the floor.
I didn't wanna call you up,
But you said that you'd be there for me.

Empty pockets, you're not free,
You want to say that with glee.
With a grin on your face,
My heart was charged and misplaced.

Guess I didn't know now that
Everything has a price, including your love.
Sold me out for two-point-one grand,
Screaming at me from the door.

Decorate walls with my insides,
Watch my corpse flutter with flies.
Impregnate me with maggots,
As I just embrace your lies.

Nail me up on your cross,
Watch the vermin eat the rot.
The dry season comes in waves,
The fire burns as I break...

Down into embers below.
Put your hands in, rupture my soul.
Use the charcoal as your pigment,
Decorate your face with my grief.

Wear me out in public,
Hoping that I get recognized.
And when I do, you say,
"That boy below is mine."

I'm on the outside again,
You're wrong, I'll cut off loose ends.
I'm on the outside again,
So long, my body descends.

(Broadus)
I wear this mask 
Across my flesh 
Won’t let you in 
This masqueraded mess 

Dress code latex
Plastic complex 
We’re all objects 
(Fighting our misery) 

Eight eyes can’t see through this web of lies 
The silk that I’m wearing 
I crawl around in the hourglass 
Try to find my bearings 

The sand is falling down it 
erodes all the shame I’m wearing 
Layers I’ve collected, 
exposed 

If I let go Will I lose control
Run off the road And lose myself again
I don’t know if that’s something I can tolerate 
I’ve lived my life in disguise convinced that’s it part of me 


Can’t get too close at least I operate consciously 
Honestly, Where are we 
On the inside it’s all hell 
From the outside can you tell 


(Rivilin)

I'm on the outside again,
You're wrong, I'll cut off loose ends.
I'm on the outside again,
So long, my body descends.

On The Outside Ft. Broadus

(LIN)
Try me i keep the kay on me
punk motherfuckers want me D I E
I can’t feel none for you fuckers 
leave your punk ass slumped middle of the summer
play wit me got the blade on me
know i won’t hesitate, you’ll bleed 
yo bitch wanna give me that face, you see i’ll knock her scalp back give me brain to eat 
like fuck that bitch I’ma go ahead smash her to a pulp
yea
like fuck that bitch i might go ahead and dump her in a hole
lil bitch crying that she want her back blown
Im tryna steal that bitches body and her soul 
bitch better stay in his lane off my road  
ima cut his neck watch him bubble at the throat  
hoe

(SVDI)
I been stressing
Very much
Lose my mind
And all my thoughts 
Burning blunts
To the numb the pain
Murder all And die in vain
Satisfy my every need
Molten rocks
the cracks I weed
Crusty
But I ain’t clowning 
Tired of life
And the whole scene
I’M CONVINCED 
THAT THIS LIFE
I LIVE AIN’T SHIT
WEAR MUZZLE 
CAUSE I BITE DOWN
ON FOUR-FIFTH
Rid the world
of all this mothafucking filth 
These pussies irritating, 
Need some fucking vagasil 
Glocky kept,
Keep that Glocky, kept concealed 
Stomp the mothafucker out until his brains get spilt
Digging in his skull, I take it all by fucking will
Molly water, ecstasy
I popped another pill
Glocky kept,
Keep that Glocky, kept concealed 
Wait for perfect timing then that Glocky get revealed
City streets
Turn to bloody, bloody fields 
I’m the king,
With the bones, my throne gets built

(LIN)
He trying me 
pussy ass bitch think i want the peace 
don’t love myself so fuck you think
Way i up the dick you might think its my kink like
fuck you too 
Ima slay this fucker and his whole damn crew 
Pulling out organs, abuse and distort him I Pray that the end of time is soon 
I got a big ass dick with a blade on the tip Looking for my next victim
got your bitch sucking dick with a slit on her wrist like she offering wisdom
i don’t play with these kids like a pastor in this bitch ima go ahead and dick em
Leave some lead in his head no respect for the dead like a bitch how i treat em

I'm Convinced That This Life I Live Aint Shit

RACE

FEAR OF GOD

NAUSEAM

I'm never done
_________________
here in my car, lock all the doors cuz im branding a nine
mask in my hand and Im feeling this life - trigger finger itchin im splitting his time
got the fifteen round, double tap on the body its alot of blood oh my Im giving up a loty 
Right Back to my fans, they cant see im hiding, cough out the pen im writing Im riding in   black gtr, make AR silent

wake and bake with the best of the product of pyro, Im rright off the flame - lighting the triches I vaporize likeness towards some of wisdom and fame
I dont mind it, dont care how you find it, im vulnerable credible hopeless and im violent.... dont think you see the it the motherfuckin violet
monochrome before now im fuckin ultra pilot, fly shit

here in my car, lock all the doors cuz im branding a nine
mask in my hand and Im feeling this life - trigger finger itchin im splitting his time
got the fifteen round, double tap on the body its alot of blood oh my Im giving up a loty 
Right Back to my fans, they cant see im hiding, cough out the pen im writing Im riding
huh

9 millimeters with ethers its either that or hollowpoint no souls stuck in my heaters
nah I usurp those got miles of features - you just dont see em im channeling creatures
you search up forme, not glad to meet ya - im armed to teeth with some dentures that reach ya
What I mean is Im shootin over yonder curving golden bullets make em leap ova peeeps support what Im preachin....
Its nothing like im noticing sequence - 0s in my mind I divide by the pretense - sophistic on the tongue but my brain is a fleet of ideas and my mana pure white and all ofit reachless - so get right off my tree my family keeps this, gods who want armies of nieces, Plato conjure up Dionysus, Athena, Apollo and Beatrice, we dancing off light to the beat lift, yeah yeah

ULTRA (PROD. DISTRO)

shed my skin [PROD. neverforever]

Angels

Who Care? (prod. julioo! + differentmoney)

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THE “OTHER”
E13
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