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Be Right Back (Ft. SOV)

“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

Produced by oceanash

Purple Punch

The Dystopia is near.

This song means a lot to me—I was always made fun of for my speech, but rapping has boosted my confidence. This track is for them.

Big shoutout to the producer YO6, who’s sick at making beats. He’s one of the best, always giving advice on my rapping and making it better. I kept the song’s name the same as the beat, 'cause it's one of his favorites. Go show him some love and work with him!

YO6: https://on.soundcloud.com/RGLs18yEYFiPYmFM9

5819_ [prod. YO6]

BATMAN! (prod. Vanquish X Nieren)

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 

Produced by oceanash

Cabin In The Backwoods

Overthinking (REMIX) - NeptuneMarie (FEAT. N0N1C0N)

LYRICS: this bitch askin for my insta no bitch u came to buy a gram
couldn't pay me to follow yo finsta n do you still want the gram?
flippin but i'm smokin all my profits like a rasta man
i ain't givin or my insta or no grams to no hoe bitches or no snitches
pole grippin, an u lookin like a goof cuz u been known missin
off the xanny told my shawty get on top, call that role switchin
been servin up robo laughin at a sucka when he gon sip it
iused to down a half pint a cough syrup in a single swig
"jeremy why you always talk about cough syrup sing one for the kids"
bitch this ain't kidzbops, i'm on oppstagram
bitch betta hope her man not on here cuz i'm gon pop ya man
why the fuck u take me down insta having beef wit mark zuckerberg was not the plan
bitch i got the keys to a car in luxembourg now i'm poppin man
no lisence but my shawty ride until she fart she zucc my bird she ain't stoppin man
mofos tryna take me down they can't-
mofos tryna take me down they can’t silence me like a crying baby
i'm finna blow up instagram HQ and say it was by an israeli
u can tell my fit by -
u can tell by my fits that i'm a god im fly like hades
my dawg elijah said if anybody come for me and bronem it's gon be shotstagram
he might jus pop ya man
hol up why all these hoes in my feed i didn't know this shit was thotstagram
ben 10 presidential rollie on my wrist i check my clockstagram
i'm tryna hit a lick on mark zuckerberg i call that robstagram
oh shit wait my account jus got unbanned i'm feelin like the boss ya man
shit

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OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

Oppstagram - 𝓙E̸𝓡ë𝓜¥ ₮𝓗û₲ [LYRICS IN DESC] prod. 18freezey

just been thinking really deeply lately. and have a lot of aspirations. have a lot of people that I care about. and lately, I've been getting reminded. this is a full freestyle. all I did was punch in, press record, speak, stop it, go back, press record, speak. I hope everyone has a blessed evening and rest of their life and beyond in whatever way that is for them

Outta This Space (*punch in freestyle*) prod. Noizy

First Single from my upcomin EP "Dunkle Gassen" 

Vocals, Lyrics, Beat: UndNuBeatz54

Mix & Master: UndNuBeatz54

Eiszeit

Clan Castle Freestyle Ft. Deadboyviaell (prod. Nabi00)

Problems Appearing With The Moon

Claim my life, what a shame I’m doomed 
All My problems appearing with the moon
I Can’t close up all my wounds 
Think my life might be ending soon 
No emotion got the mask on the face 
Everyone asking oceanash you ok
Might let em know in a fucking decade 
I’m too low, but I grow in the grave 
Putting up a guise, isolate, then I push em all away
I get high, Blunts and white wine not solving pain
45 revolving round my mind imma break
Told my mother and father they won’t see my wake 
All of the Nightmares I’m keeping
I’m Never dreaming when I’m sleeping
I Keep pleading to the sky but I weaken 
my soul will keep leaking
 my wrist will keep bleeding
I’m ready to croak
Waiting for the day I get to leave this earth
Dumping the guts of the blunt then I smoke
Only light Under glow of the hearse 
Get these demons off of me 
it cost to breathe
I’m filled with grief
I’m incomplete, Im empty, weed I got plenty
All of the shit that I’ve seen 
I wanna forget, so I smoke on the green 
Inma zombie off of the bean
Imma fuck up it’s in my genes 
Paranoia has a hold 
Body getting cold
think I might be growing mold
Looking to the reaper told ‘em Im ready to fold
Kicking rocks until the blood spots
got the Red Socks
Looking like Dexter when I fucking chop
Nervous system wires shot 
Swat the flies you see me rot
Luminating rooms with pot
Ruminating every thought  until I drop 

Until I drop
Luminating rooms with pot
Until I drop
Ruminating every thought 
Until I drop
Luminating rooms with pot
Until I drop
Ruminating every thought

Produced by Curtes

Problems Appearing With The Moon [prod. Curtes]

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Tombfell - @crisis333
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Problems Appearing With The Moon [prod. Curtes]

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