LOOSEROCKS

what a shame

IM FEELIN FUCKED UP 
I THINK THAT ID BE BETTER OFF DECEASED
IM OFF THE DRUGS
BUT MY MIND IS SET TO RELAPSE RELEASE
CONFETTI BUGS
IN MY BODY SPITTIN HAIR IN THE SINK
THIS AINT A FLEX MUHFUCKA SUMTHIN LIKE A DISEASE

WE SMOKIN THRAXX BABY WE AINT WANT NO TRASH
I AINT IN TO ROLLIN BLUNTS I NEED POWDER IN THE BAG
FUCK A DUB THAT AINT ENOUGH I NEED GRAMS TO MAKE IT LAST 
WHO THE FUCK YOU BOUT TO JUDGE YOU MAKE A DIME FROM SELLIN ASS

MY PACK IS BULDAK 
I AINT SNIFFIN BOJACK
HIGH I LIKE TO STAY UP
LIKE IN THE HIMALAYAS
NO PHOTOS THIS AINT KODAK
MY POLAROID A TOE TAG
THAT MAKE OR BREAK A PAIN CUT
LIKE ARM AND HAMMER RAZORS

I GOT BASE TALKIN YALL DONT LIKE THE TASTE OF THIS
DONT PUT THE BLAME ON ME FOR THINKIN THAT IS SOMETHIN TO FIX
THE WAY YOU FALLIN SHORT OF EVERYTHING 
DONT THINK THAT YOU COULD BETTER ME
IM LOST BEYOND A HOPE OF SOLACE 
BABY THIS AMPHETAMINES 

"I just don't want them to change me"
"How would they change you?"
"I don't know, turn me into something I'm not"

WELL BITCH MY BODY RUN COLD
I FUCK IT UP ON MY OWN
TORTURE VEINS FROM COAST TO COAST
ROCKIN PAIN LIKE A COAT
WHOD OF THOUGHT ID BE DEPENDANT ON SOME SHIT SO DAMN SADISTIC
RACKIN UP BODIES IN ANY DIMENSION 
LOOKING BACK ON BAD DECISIONS

I COULD SAY NO REGRETS 
AND I COULD SAY FOR THE BEST
BUT I KNOW DAMN WELL WHATS A FUCK UP
FROM MY FACE TO THE NEXT
AND YOU COULD TELL ME THATS A LIE AND ID RESPOND WITH YES
BUT DONT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU BETTER CUZ THAT SHIT IS A STRETCH

SO WATCH THEM SOLDIERS IN COMAS ALL GETTIN PICKED OFF BY VULTURES
MEANWHILE BACK HOME IN THE TRENCHES ALL FULL OF NOTHING BUT BULLSHIT
A BLOCK OF BLISTERED UP BITCHES THAT SUCK YO DICK FOR A SWISHER
PLUS ANY FLOWER OR POWDER TO KNOCK THE EDGE OFF THE MENTAL

OH WHAT A SHAME HOW HE THINK HE KNOW THE GAME
WHAT A MUTHAFUCKIN LAME LOOKIN FOR SOMEONE TO BLAME
HOW BOUT YOU GO MAKE A CHANGE 
GET THE PRODUCT WITH THE FLAMES 
PUSH IT TO EM WITH A CANE
WHILE YOU CLAIM WE AINT THE SAME

CONFETTI (prod. goth helma)

DRAG N’ DROP

The End (Prod. Barrow)

ROTTEN

Got the matte-black janky  JET
Napalm on these motherfuckin state lockin
FEDS
Im a dame stealer dual chrome tuckin
BET
On existence - got persistence, work ethic 
SENT
From heaven or another place it is eviDENT
that I'm waking in this race with some mediCINE
Pillin up I need a taste of these fuckin HEADS
Tails aint doin it for me I need motherfuckin answers LEAD, got nothin fo me, well then, now you DEAD
Bitch
1-2 COCK IT BACK, Mayweather sledgehammer FO YO MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD
I BREAK it then I take it - take yo your soul cuz honor's in
Tastes fuckin good, my teeth are immaculate drippin wet ->
I wanna do it for the medical I'm poppin thin
Pills runnin out, rattle snake it is nearly shed
I break that skin, comin out with another dregg
By my side, ouroboros fuckin blunts the drag
JEt black
-Napalm on these motherfuckin set mans
Set on making life a drag and not too different
Than a senate tower tellin you you lifted, did you tiste this?
FUCKING resin in my mouth I taste blackness from this house
50 card deck fallin over on another mouse
the RAT race never ends, it envelops north to south 
East to West is stuck in fighting and the center bleeds a flood 
I dont think you need a nudge you need a wet one, wet one
Wipe the blood right off the blade and let the set-sun, set sun 
Sunny weather over and we've turned another broad
Fucking slut inundated by make-up she loves to cop
We steal appearances and masks, we love to talk a lot
But the world's slowly dying underneath all of this rot
Wait - tadelll poll - I think ill tell ya something luck
Tell on something up above you and release your legs and cuffs
yeah, scriptz

SNAKE SHELLS (PROD. AUTHOR)

Some more timber for you guys
___________________________________

ACE BLOOD MALICE

LEAK IN SOME ROUGE TUNES ARE FILLIN UP MY CHALICE

I DRINK THE MUSIC FROM A SIDE-STEPPED REALM YOU SEE AS A FALLAC-y

IM CRUNCHIN NUMBERS AND THE UNDER-SHADOW OF DATA SEES 

Im Im Im waking up in inner vault, see my core of soul doin something bout that summer fault

I started an earthquake, right off my birthday - im eating numbers Im spitting them out

Making a model of em right on a gold-glass table after candles imcrashin it out  

Waking, baking, uh sillouette with satan, Ima clip out my debt, up behind me fuck it - yeah Im famous, looking in abyss and then callin it feds 

I can see it now, I'm flippin throw, kickflip my future off  shiny new crib...

Porsche gt4 with like 4 whores watchin outside got side-skirts burnouts and skids.... Yeh

Call me mother-fuckin scriptz, call me devil-daphodila-plucka with some anti-psychotic got beans in his lid 

Im catapult the tone, mono want chrome, scribing in my chest- and I write it in the tome

IM a wraith with heady-full of headies and some hopes - thinkin bout that rope swing, daily sayin nope

BLOOD FICTION (PROD. CREEKO)

NO EULOGIES

WHAT HAVE I DONE

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THE “OTHER”

RXW-GVUD


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