A fresh one for y'all, I'm pretty proud of this one

Call me mc-swagga, I weave dreams with the drip cloth cut from the royal fabric
Call me mc-dagga, cuttin seams in em when they try to intervene on my bad habits
I'm a nick nacky - building up my team with the pieces from the bax that they took framme
Huh - from the womb to my tomb fuckin hunting for that loot, did you question what I said I'm saying money is my hoops
I do a trickshot, light of  speed layup, waiting on the cause to keep me in this game till day's up
I'm like bill mayer - questioning the shit talking from all these simps
and the leashes on their make ups
I'll shit on prayer - I'm my own pulpit I say a damned sentence and then im fucking they are
And you say where - I say here bitch In the present where you're missing all the motherfuckin tailors
Uh, scriptz

TAILORS (PROD. ID CRYSIS)

Lyrics, Artwork, Production, Engineering & Mastering by Me
Additional voice acting in the Intro by my brother Avenging Silence

LYRICS:

Avenging Silence:

I stand before you tonight
Here to speak to for those who cannot speak themselves.
They are hidden,
Sealed away between the fabric of our reality, and theirs
Pleading with us to free them from their wretched imprisonment.
They whisper to me on my darkest days,
Telling me about the wonders of their realm.
I know, friends, my dreams may not be yours but we must unite and set free these lost souls
They plead for life, beg for it with all they are! 
And thusly, they shall have it!

Undead Ronin:

WHILE YOU WERE PRAYING UP GOD
I WAS STUDYING TOMES
READING ANCIENT WORDS 
WRITTEN BY PUTRID DEMONS ALONE
WE RAISE THEM BACK 
FROM THE PLAIN DEVOID OF LIGHT
UNKNOWN TO HUMANITY 
THIS IS WHERE I TAKE THE THEONE
AND LEAVE YOU JUST BONES

YOU THINK YOU’RE READY FOR ME
YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHATS IN STORE
TORTURE CANT COME CLOSE 
TO WHAT I BRING TO ALL MY FOE
WHEN I AM FINISHED
LEAVE NOTHING BUT AN EMPTY HUSK
JUST WAIT AND SEE
JUST WAIT AND SEE
I AM THE POPE OF PESTILENCE

BEINGS FROM THE VOID
GRIP YOUR FLESH
TAKE YOUR VOICE
I HEARD THEM CALLING TO ME
FROM DEEP WITHIN MY MIND

WHO ARE WE TO DENY THEM
A PLACE TO CALL THEIR HOME
WITH RAZOR BLADES I FREE MY
ROTTEN FORSAKEN SOUL
THE WHISPERS CALL TO ME
THEY TELL ME WHERE TO GO
THERE IS NO WAY THAT YOU CAN HIDE FROM US
WE SMELL YOUR SOUL

I NEED TO BREATHE
IN YOUR SCENT
DISMEMBER YOUR BODY
WITH RUSTY TOOLS
GLINTED SCALPELS 
WE FREE YOUR JUICE
NOW YOU ARE FREE
FROM THE CHAINS THAT HELD YOU BACK
I HAVE A PLAN
I NEED THE FREAKS
WE MUST LET THEM OUT
ARISE POPE OF PESTILENCE 

ARISE POPE OF PESTILENCE
ARISE POPE OF PESTILENCE
ARISE POPE OF PESTILENCE 
ARISE POPE OR PESTILENCE

POPE OF PESTILENCE [prod. Undead Ronin]

NINE CIRCLES - SLOWED

I'm, in the boat with Satan
ride, through the mote invadin' 
Drippin’ blood off of my wrist so now i'm waitin'
For the magic to kick in, she is so naked
Strip that bitch and cut her throat I am awakened
High cut, hang high, bleed dry - it’s amazin’ 
Cruisin’ through occult knowledge like I am on vacation 
Sippin’ blood colada wearin’ prada gucci stake in



Heart, start - im a lark - can I mend another one I’m saving amy's art
I’m another animal whos shaking off his dark-
Faults, shadow integration for the smart 
I’m drifting bodies, Hannibal Alucard 
Dimethyltryptamine clogs my carts 
I might sip the lean, making my mark
Stain your set fifty .45s armed
Huh


Call me the man who stunts
Running wild file crunch
Army on his back it’s hunch
Licking right on his sack for lunch
Drippin on those apples hunch
I’m like Newton, stupid dunning Kruger to the cunt 
Running with the wet ones, slip-n-slide the sun 
God-ly, appe-tite - eating her out for laps I see
Walking circles around your glee - I’m maddened but I’m not saddened, free-
dom, got the doms - for yo bitch, and her bum - drop a bomb - eat my cum, I’m a don
No need for the fawns

STIGMATA

MW2 CAMPAIGN MISSION "NO RUSSIAN" ⚠️ THIS SONG HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CURRENT WORLD EVENTS! // 

эта песня не имеет никакого отношения к текущим мировым событиям. имя выбрано из миссии Modern Warfare 2. посылая любовь всем.

NO RUSSIAN Ft. @CLEVAMANE
Prod. PXLSDEAD
lyrics:
bones
crushin
leave em
gushin
walk up in this bitch with lmg like its no russian
i be sick
fuckin
give em a concussion
aim up at ya neck
no pussy
we not for discussion
ar
stick up
now he wanna stand tall
leave his body leakin
wipe his blood across the drywall
fly across the map to stain a pussy
he gon need god
drop a laser out the whip
so he know we got beams on
dead
body
drop him
six
underground demon
im the reaper wit a scythe
they be droppin
quick
fuck around and hit
pussies they all talkin but they really not bout shit

i be sitting, Faded smoking on sacred shawty call me up she’s whipping on pavement we whipping, wasted we bound to make it bought a new whip you know I’m tryna break it when you see me pull up all murdered out alpine bumping out the whip we keep it loud and proud BCracing coils on this bitch I’m boutta bottom out I keep an LMG inside the trunk I’m boutta spray the crowd , take em out

NO RUSSIAN Ft. CLEVAMANE

LITTLE NIGHTMARES! (feat. Undead Ronin) [prod. Undead Ronin]

SH4RD:
I got money i got dollars and i’ll keep it to the motto
got bitches on my dick and shit we always poppin bottles
I’ll pistol pop a prick n see if he fit in the duffel
I dropped him wit tha glock and i aint even keep it muffled

Pull up with yo gang you bitches get bodied
put a fucker on the curb and nail him to the concrete
I cant trust a fucka i’ll cut him in two and off him
Fore i bust a cap in him and I punt him across the ocean

Ay
You a bitch and you know it
Yeh
Lil baddie actin forward
Ay
Now they chuckin they towel in
Yeh
You aint fuckin my flowwww…

S!XBLADES:
Losing my will and I'm feeling so stupid
I take benadryl for a kick and I'll loop it
I'm searching for thrill, and I might aswell kill
If you're talking shit then I might aswell lose it

Stomp onto your ribcage I'm breaking all of your vertebraes
Y'all rapper's fucking bitchmade, I'm increasing the murder rate
Lil bitch I carry daggers fucking disdain if you talk to me
Ay, let me show what it means to die in certain ways

Drowning in rage, counting my wisdoms
I'm counting my blades, and poison my system
god only knows if I'll ever survive
I'm losing my mind and you're losing your sight

Ay shut up, 6 six feet under
In my grave, brother, like no other
Like game over, drive by in a fucking range rover like
Lay low brah

I'm dead already, got mags, like plenty
I don't give a fuck if you retarded ass won't get me
You got an IQ of a cassowary
If you come at me
Hope your blood gon bless me lil bitch

SH4RD X S!XBLADES - CURB STOMP (PROD. DIMSHO)

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Heart piercer with a blade and a figure
Rickenback the bass you can tell right when I enter
I'm a chemical the fiend who's of November
I'm arming up these catapults, marked till you surrender 
Shoot your knees' give me S+ VVS leash
Wrap it around your neck and let those diamonds crucifix bleed
I'm pegging in the stigmata, wrap you in that packing tape
Cant contain it cant afford I'm dexter only eat the wreaths 
Celebrate your canon I'm like Ganon got your b****
F****** on the beach, take her away to kingdom east
Wet katana lay flat cuz I got the tech 9 for his teeth
And now you see him like the sandman on one hunting in this dream

Shoot shoot stain the wall with smoking barrel
Im swaggin head to toe my payment spent on pradapparel 
I throw a sentiment to rappers that I carol
Repeating the flows, meeting the h***, smoking the Oz I don't care-oh
Swanging the blade music sends me sky high getting paid 
I dont think you want bad-side when it's getting late
Under moonlight I might give your blood a Scriptz saliva taste
Half monster creepin in your head, sippin on Alize
Dont you think you want to do it in a jet corvette convertible
Can I wetten these corsets and now we're moving vertical 
I plead some s***, you get upset and now we're thinking outta bowl
Throw you in the trunk, call it dunk - three pointer for her soul

SCRIPTZ x JON T - PALE HORSE

Death Is No Laughing Matter

Your Death Is No Laughing Matter

SUSPENSE - Single

SUSPENSE

The Black Mass - SUSPENSE (feat. MVRKMVCHINX) [prod. Undead Ronin]

"31" is an ep inspired primarily inspired around Rob Zombies lead character "DoomHead" in his film 31

I.E.D

I’m tired
Dm me on Instagram @xundeadroninx for inquiries

POPE OF PESTILENCE [prod. Undead Ronin]

Undead Ronin

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