“Purple Punch”

Take another hit as I’m looking at the moon all I feel is doom 
Blood is dripping when you see the GLOOM
Tripping I’m slipping I got depression repetition 
seeing suicidal visions 
Get a grip I’m waiting for collision
Making shots like Tatum 
Take my enemies, and fucking bait em 
In the grave I lay em 
Nobody save em  
Everybody know I hate them 
Killing gators then I weigh them 
Causing mayhem 
Walking in the cemetary, pissing on my grave 
Reach into my fucking casket, grab my heart right out my cage 
see it’s still beating 
maggots still eating 
Demons still creeping all in my head 
I’ll be dead, they finding my body in my bed 

Give me the Purp 
I’m in the dirt
Demons flirt, they negotiate my worth 
I’m that ocean reaper 
Soul eater 
Nocturnal creature 
Grab the cleaver
Slice you like Lil Caesar’s 
I’m a wreck, I feel affects of death and now I’m just a speck 
Feeling like a loser, noose is looser around my neck 
Grab the tech I’m just a blip, why do I exist? why I cut my fucking wrist
my life will disappear into the mist
shiver as the blade slices on my fucking arm 
Waking up to therapy alarms 
Picking up the pills from the pharm but they make me puke
Stuck in a loop
Smoking til my eyes droop
Then I take the Glock out and I shoot

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Purple Punch

“The grave that nobody visits”

Mausoleum open after demon had spoken, I thought I could rest 
Now I’m awoken, nothing but stress all in my fucking chest
I go to the ocean no emotion because it’s all oppressed 
I’m a bad omen, the portal open ritual possess 
I’m that figure in the fog
Creeping out the bog
Swing the ax, gimme gauze 
Oceanash grinning the problems caused
Grab the Glock I gotta go
Aim it at my lobe
Blood is dripping down my throat
Under dirt I wonder if my eyes are grey 
if the maggots eating at my fucking brain 
I’m decaying six feet down is where I stay 
Nobody walking near my motherfucking grave 

Mausoleum open after demon had spoken, I thought I could rest 
Now I’m awoken, nothing but stress all in my fucking chest
I go to the ocean no emotion because it’s all oppressed 
I’m a bad omen, the portal open ritual 

Demons got the blade to my throat 
Choking feel like im gonna croak
Disappear in a cloud of smoke 
Hide and cope but I’m still fucking broke 
Serrated black blade laid in my grave
Fuck the pain, made a pact, I’m wrapped in cellophane 
Fuck it I’m bouta kick the bucket 
Pick apart the nuggets 
Get so high grab the 45. and tuck it 
Fuck I need the bud 
Paint the walls with my blood
Always feeling stuck 
I’m shit outta luck 
Fuck the sheep 
Fuck The Population and society
I don’t wanna be part of anything you fuckers wanna see 
GLOOM is what I be 
Locked up in my brain and threw away the key

Mausoleum open after demon had spoken, I thought I could rest 
Now I’m awoken, nothing but stress all in my fucking chest
I go to the ocean no emotion because it’s all oppressed 
I’m a bad omen, the portal open ritual possess 


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the grave that nobody visits

“Death Before Dishonor”

Cyrazami - https://on.soundcloud.com/SDzmH3trJM5vVSndA

Told that little bitch to bite the curb 
I be sipping all this mud so my tongue is fucking slurred 
Never really gave a fuck about you whatcha fucking heard? 
Got the barrel to his head you just gotta say the word 
Keep that hair growing just I can go and lock it 
I got the switch so you better run them fucking pockets 
I’m playing with them heaters mane I’m playing with them rockets 
I’ll chug a 8th of purple just so I can fucking vomit 
Got that little bitch sucking on my dick for what? 
Never gave a fuck about a pussy or a stupid slut 
Put that mask on my face then it’s time for me to cut 
Ima kill the motherfucker ima stab him in his gut

I’ve been talking with my demons, want me to kill 
Pull the fucking trigger at my head, I just need the will 
Nothing in my brain cuz I’m dead, now I’m head is filled 
Body still i take the fucking lead, feel the bloody spill 
Nobody stop me 
Machete on my body 
Blood all on my shoes, now I’m walking soggy 
Smoke the blunt until I’m noddy, folding like oragami 
Told you to plant some poppies on my grave but you were sloppy 
I’ve been running from my demons in my head
Keep a 9 mil under my fucking bed 
Feel my soul leave my body fill with dread 
Shadows moving, now I’m doing what satan said


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Death Before Dishonor [ft. Cyrazami]

“Roaming Endless Halls”

Lately I’ve been up too late 
Crying from my minds mental state 
Feeling like I’m pulling too much weight 
Everything in my brain I debate
Wish that I could take a new shape 
Every day my head is gaping, demons enter gates 
I don’t wanna take pills to sedate 
Feeling ill from all of my brain traits 
Still I’m crippled like I’m walking with a cane 
Smoking packs to numb the pain 
Back to back but now my lung is stained 
But still I feel the same
Im a ghost imma keep on looking for my  grave, cross the interstate
Checking all the cemeteries I might fucking lay 

Never fucking sleeping all my demons are creeping 
They’re moving shadows as the tv is speaking 
The walls are bleeding, and I choke
Demons never rest they round my throat 
Lightning crack and I woke 
In my lap I see a rope
O-c-e-a-n
Throw me in the bin
Breaking from the walls of my skin
Demons chasing down the halls from within
Every door is locked demons grin 
Body drop and the credits say fin
Begin to roll a fucking wood
Shit is gloomy so I’m putting on my fucking hood 
I’m fucking looney, but satan say I’m good 
Every day misunderstood 

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Roaming Endless Halls

Blunts In The Rain

Running round the city with the semi like I’m playing GTA 
never smoking middy blowing o’s in a cop face 
Smoke the blunt it’s probably laced
Leave no trace 
Shadows standing up straight 
Demons begging for a taste
Roll the game, dump the guts
smoke is blowing in the gust 
My life will dissipate, I’m dust
I seen a ghost, my face is flush 
I’m baked my vision blur 
I’m faded talking with a slur 
Put me back into the earth
Oceanash is in the dirt 
3am and I pace
Will you visit my wake 
All of the bridges I break 
Everything that I do a mistake 
Problems in my brain i create 
Only breath I wanna take is from the weed there’s no escape its too much weight 
Doom scrolling days away 
Everybody close betray
I’m alone I grab the tray now I’m rolling up a J
In my home I fucking lay but I’m not safe
Every night the demons prey 
Under my bed they fucking stay
In my head I don’t know if I’m ever wrong 
Feeling like I don’t  belong, from the weed I’m gone,
Melatonin, I can’t sleep I think too long, 
serotonin seeping, I’m not strong
I’m too withdrawn from knowing that I won’t respawn
Got a-Got a couple VHS’ that I won’t rewind 
Got a lotta fucking problems, solutions I’ll never find 
Time is going by, grab the 9
Smoking pine
Not gonna age like wine
Chemicals in my brain I combine 
My hope is diminished 
I’m feeling like my life is finished 
But I hid it 
All these issues but I can never pin it 
I might die today, Gloomy skies the clouds are grey
COD zombies nobody in my lobby, I don’t play

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Blunts In The Rain

Way Too High prod Metlast & IL. IK

Prod. $outh$ideSamurai AKA Sin4Semptember

DEADBOYZ <Kusha K x Hell Boi>

FEEL THE STRESS PROD NETUH

Cabin In The Backwoods 

Waking baking every day until I fucking die 
I cannot cope I choke on smoke until I feel alright 
Wanna see my blood dripping down the rusty knife 
Look me in the eyes I never gave a fuck about my life 
Looking at my soul I say goodbye 
Bouta put my fucking body on the ice 
I’m a demon coming back when I rise 
Morticians saying “how the fuck is he alive?”
I’m bouta break 
All u fuckers fake 
U gon die anyway so choose your fate
Demons serving bullets and the razors on a silver plate 
No escape, speaking in tongues as I roll an eight 

Take another dab late at night watch the shadows creep 
Take another acid tab, demons all I fucking see 
Yung Michael Myers lurking so u better flee 
Try to run u try to plead 
but now ur soul is fucking free
Gun to my head now I’m ghost 
Demons let go of the host 
Choosing who I’ll be haunting the most 
And now I float
Vomit coming out my throat
Where’s the blunt I need to smoke 
Get the dope
Throw my body off the coast
Evil sprits gather 
Telling me I don’t matter 
Dwelling, blunt is getting fatter, stagger when I walk my brain is scattered, 
From the bullet going through the plaster, 
Spatter blood all over the broken glass so I end the fucking chapter 

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Cabin In The Backwoods

HALLOWEED 

Put the blunt to my lips 
see the resin drip
Open up my crypt 
Throw my body in a pit 
Coffin door I rip 
thread bouta snip 
Edge of a cliff 
Demons saying do a flip 
Worms and maggots crawling out my eye socket
Grab the Glock I’m stashing in my fucking  pocket 
Tap the safety off I shoot and then I mop it 
Smoke too many blunts I’m trying not to vomit
Fuck em all 
Let em fall 
Bodies spraying on the wall 
Another victim in the vault 
Stacking all the corpses like I’m playing No Russian 
Oceanash love destruction 
GLOOM is the coven 

Every night I’m dying gotta smoke away the pain
Not enough edibles numb my face
Sun coming up, throwing up in the drain 
Feeling stuck, demons in my fucking brain 
Put the mask on my face, grab the blade 
Leaving ash is my trace 
Clean the stain
Smoking grass smoking lace I’m insane
Raining brass, rage that I wont contain 
Possessing like the Conjuring 
Leave a bloody print of my hand and then I’m wandering 
Grab the blade, break my fucking gelatin 
at the cemetery in the ground I see my skeleton 

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HALLOWEED

Until I’m Ash

Smoking resin dealing with depression 
Never healing from regressions
To the ceiling I shoot the weapon 
Thru my skull cuz death I’m betting
Gamble with my life might lose it all I’m sweating
Lurking in the 617 
I was born to die 
All my demons come alive 
Every night when I close my eyes
I know I’m running out of time 
I’m running out of time, my life is going fast 
I’m flicking the ash all over my path 
Im buying another pound Im spending all of my fucking cash 
Never looking back cuz if I do I’m getting panic attacks 
Demons controlling my body I don’t how to act 
Then I grab the strap put me in the coffin and plant the grass 
Trying everything to run from my own mind until I’m ash 

Looking at the ceiling I’m watching the smoke dissipate 
Blowing all my of problems to the sky and hoping it goes away 
when i die I’m in the coffin covered up with the dirt
See the hurt
Pull up in a hearse
Every day I’m worse 
Laying low, I’m so low I just rot 
Dying slow, decaying from all of  my demons surround me and plot
Never gonna show you what’s inside of my brain cuz it locked 
Looking at the weed it’s stocked 
Buckshot, my head go pop 
Haunted by trauma can’t sleep 
Huh
Eating and smoking the weed 
Yuh
Please, don’t wanna be me 
Huh
Please, I hate when I breathe 
Yuh
Haunted by trauma can’t sleep 
Huh
Eating and smoking the weed 
Huh
Please, don’t wanna be me 
Huh
Please, I hate when I breathe 

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Until I’m Ash

-negative music-
-617-

GLOOM ⛓
GREY - @grey_official
Tombfell - @crisis333
Cyrazami - @cyrazami
Nightraverse -@nightraverse
Lithium Cult- @lithium_hell
$CAPEGØAT - @omendascapegoat


 
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Blunts In The Rain

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