BLEEDING BULLETS (prod. Smufi)

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zer0xthrash -  Bad Religion (prod. shktrxx)

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BACK LIKE I REALLY NEVER LEFT

BACK LIKE I REALLY NEVER LEFT (PROD ROACH1E)

Featured: @distortionthe1
Prod: @user-105554356-524658478

Drippin all out like im blackstar 
way too fucked up now im in a spar
I'm sitting back down for this shit for a while
Im talking to a jack o lantern made out of straws
cracked up junkies trippin on that fentanyl
yup bros smashing heads a Neanderthal
young dealer selling goods they a criminal
make a wrong step in the city in the nightfall

livin inside death city
too chill hide my face in a hoodie
fallen flesh on the floor am i pretty
black cats walking and shimmer in the alley

tip toe creepin in da house with a candle
bram stoker books decorated on the mantle
owls outside with them eyes of a cannibal
ghostface killa in da room your cindy campbell
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(lord distortion)
Watch out where he step he slipping his way into the afterdark
That 45 Strapped up get to bussin betting that pole gonna leave a mark 
All these fumes inside the air and they be tasting Hella tart 
Why the fuck they wanna come pissing at me why can't they just go play they part 

Strapped up Homie hitting like a mack truck 
Blessed by God now these pussy need back up 
Now we gonna play em like black ops 
Now he get mamed talk brains on the black top 
Bih I take hits like a sasquatch 
Feeling lik Lez issa paint on the back drop 
Got em all scared I run witta mag dump 
Bih I really hit em Witta pump get a head shot
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(Nossimistic)
Eyes are turning blood red
levitating out the bed
long ass chains im pinhead
smoke too much im braindead
now im alcuard with them hand guns
got the devils lettuce in the trunk and inside my lungs
bumping up the tunes in the car losing ear drums
banging to the bass so loud like kilotons now im

Drippin all out like im blackstar (black star)
way too fucked up now im in a spar (in a spar)
I'm sitting back down for this shit for a while
Im talking to a jack o lantern made out of straws
cracked up junkies trippin on that fentanyl
yup bros smashing heads a Neanderthal
young dealer selling goods they a criminal
make a wrong step in the city in the nightfall

NIGHT FALL W/ Lord Distortion (Prod.SALLEN ÆSTHETIC)

Prod. ReallyHoax
Lyrics, Vocals, Mixing/Mastering & Cover Art by Red Dot

Vampire (Prod. ReallyHoax)

e4zy ft.QB4L-RockNRlliNn.m4a

purpleRAIN

Originally released August 5th, 2024
Prod. Rajzaun
#PUNKO

FAITH (PROD. RAJZAUN)

kill ebola - 333 [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

CYTOPATHIC DROPS APRIL 23RD. MARK YOUR CALENDAR.

WITH: @FUKKSAILOR & @CHRISTDILLINGER
PROD: @PRODKXISER
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @C3OF
SPONSORED BY @ABYSSALSOUNDSFR & BXRMUDA (bit.ly/2Up5XtU)

[SAINT SLEEP]
Baby back it up
Take a splash in kerosene
Spread that hexamethylenediamine
Press the iron to your skull
You been burning up
I can feel it on your forehead
Everybody flammable matches on the warhead

Spent 6 months inside the k hole
Take you off the payroll
Light it up bringing out the big pole
Rolling with them big dogs
You a snake you a big boss
Binge watch every move I make

Krokodil and crocs
1 of 1 you never seen this fit before
Drip so much that you washing up on top the shore
Pick up the glock and your hands start to crumble
So dam obnoxious dont talk you just mumble

Want that smoke like new york city street sewers
Head unscrewed you a brain tumor
Big boomer
Dirt inside my body
Percs inside this thottie
Shawty wanna be my friend until she spitting out that phlegm again now tell me when you drowning in the deep end

[FUKKSAILOR]
Off them percs got me feeling like a zombie
Stepping up in this bitch with the fucking tommy
Gun this tweaker down cuz he was acting cocky
Dissing motherfuckers is yung sailors hobby

I dont wanna talk cause I might kill yo ass
Play with my glock 40 like it is a brass
Your time is running out like a hour glass
Imma smoke you out like I smoke my gas

Incendiary out
Watch yo body turn to ash
Telepathic minds
Everybody knows you trash
This is a red flag
That im boutta fucking spazz
You never use your brain
When we pull up it gon flash

Bro dont hit me up
Imma make you sound like donald duck
I dont give a fuck
We gon run you over with a truck

Shootin up yo spot
Beat yo ass and call me juggernaut
We do things you cannot
Cause we never go for afterthoughts

[CHRIST DILLINGER]
Imma pop a perc pour a fifth of that lean
When i'm fucking on your bitch I put my dick in her spleen
Niggas spending ever motherfucking dollar that they make
Couple eggs short of a dozen but i'm still getting that cake
I'm insane I think the hamster died that's running in my brain

And if you pussies do not fuck with me dont utter my name
Bitch i'm finna run and get the check you can keep the fame
Couple bullets hit your body up and they forget your name

All these make believe internet numbers rotting niggas brains
You’re a swallower for followers that's why you don't make games
I dont mean paraplegic when I say these niggas lame
Niggas scrolling through they contacts when they recognize your name
Why you hating filled with envy cause you was only pretending
I get the benjis and I throw them bitch you know I love to spend it
I get the benjis and I throw them bitch you know I love to spend it

Cytopathic

Incendiary ft. Fukksailor & Christ Dillinger

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Incendiary ft. Fukksailor & CHRIST DILLINGER [prod. kaiser]

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