Our last hoorah, fuck you Dominic, you sad loser.
You don’t use our friends and not get away with it.

Lyrics:

[Intro]
How much is that whiskey?

[Verse 1: LXTHNL]
Stop dissing us, got Whiskey in ya' mouth
We so cool, run back, broke back, wit' a hacksaw
You a faggot, misery, hang ya' body from a tree
I just wanna see you bleed, eyes ripped, look at me
Pussy bitch is callin' up our name but we jus' trollin'
Had to kick yo' ass, but tonight I think we livin'
And if you fuckin' think of bitchin', I’ma end ya' life provisions
And your fucking name is Dom, you really think we in the wrong?
Neck so tight, grab the noose, aim a gun, on the loose
I’ma diss you all I fuckin' want, swing and miss, on the front
You best start runnin' 'way from me, I’ma catch you, make you bleed
Mind fucked, pardon me, I’m just trynna get a piece

[Verse 2: MELXN]
Nigga tryna talk hard while he wearing dresses
How can you follow Afourteen but then be a sexist?
Get yo' ass removed from Whiskey like this shit was Brexit
Always talkin' 'bout some incest, homie, here’s the exit
Yeah, boy, shut the fuck up, I am gonna beat yo' ass
Tryna talk while you are tied, gonna burn your dress
Get some bitches that is not your sister, crying, need a babysitter
Lurking weird ass ugly critter, no one cares you little nigger
Tryna get sex but you’re only fifteen
Focus on your school and candies on Halloween
Talkin' like a record, how many times did you say lean?
Ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab-ab

[Verse 3: Hayden]
Please call me Dom, bitch, I am retarded
I am so fat and so damn retarded
Dropped on my head, my mom is retarded
The way I rhymed it with itself must mean I’m retarded
"Lean in a cup, dick in my butt,
Bitches don’t want me, but I am the bomb?"
Ayy, shut the hell up no-one cares
How you call that birdnest hair?
Fatherless, your dad not there
Boy look like a fucking pear

[Verse 4: Joe Baseball]
[?]
I hate Dom 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 5: KELTEC]
(Ew H3LTH, blegh!)
Hey Dom, chainsaw killer was ass
Don’t let anyone tell you different
I broke my back tryna carry your fatass
Shoutout 14 'cause your version was ass
Lick on my dick, guess you never learned class, ayy, ayy
Hey lil' bitch, stop talkin' 'bout Whiskey
You ain’t sippin' on lean, you a whole ass baby
Lemme send it back to you, how the fuck you think you cool?
You is just a faggot wit' nothing left to do but diss 
Femboy faggot bitch, you drinking all my piss, ayy
Semetary fanboy, Haunted Mound fucked your bitch, ayy
Nonsense screams and I still sound better
Fuck your opinions, I can do it much better

[Outro]
How much is that whiskey?

DXMMY - lxthnl, melxn, hayden, joe baseball & keltec [p. plucksunset & antyde]

Roster w/ Miind (NOVÂFLED)

get büsy (leaf. version)

I just wanna talk way louder than usual
I just want my voice to sound way more beautiful
If it's gonna happen I need a sign
'Cus that would be the best way to spend my life

And if you lost me tonight
You could take my spot and be alright
So put it up, it's easy, like
Just gotta log in and take my spot
I just wanna talk way louder than usual
I just want my voice to sound way more beautiful
If it's gonna happen I need a sign
'Cus that would be the best way to spend my life

And if you told me how
Back then I would've figured it out
I got odd looks shouting
I need another plan, I need some rerouting
You talk way too much
Move blocks, save the bucks
True stuff, label us
Brace me for the patience and my luck
"Oh no he didn't, he just made another rap song"
The fans get livid, they say "you should change the tracks up"
So he starts singing, but it sounds a little jacked up
Save the beat, then come back later
So you can track one
He pulled a fast one, came through with that, bumps
Break off the last song, keep changing, last touch
You can't hide in your bed for much longer
Get up out of there, release it, count the numbers

And if you lost me tonight
You could take my spot and be alright
So put it up, it's easy, like
Just gotta log in and take my spot
I just wanna talk way louder than usual
I just want my voice to sound way more beautiful
If it's gonna happen I need a sign
'Cus that would be the best way to spend my life

"Do you have any other real passions in life outside of music"
"Something that doesn't even have anything to do with it"
"That's- that's something that you hold dear?"
"You know that's a que- you know, I'll get that question a lot"
"And I don't"
"I don't have any, like, other things I do besides music"
"Completely, like, all- that's all I care about"

i want more

Are you sick? Are you dripped? Yeah yeah yeah
Save the pic, flavor it, yeah yeah yeah
Walk around saying this and that
Don't tell me you told everybody that you get the bag

'Cus you a fake fuck, turn it off, you ain't making hits, bruh
I got thousands of dollars under my list of
Who you are and who you wanna be
Yo girl don't wanna rock a beat
Reluctancy to fuckin' tell a sorry cheat
You're way too insecure
Quit making fickle slurs
You're trying way too hard to be the shit, yeah
But imma tell you that shit ain't gon' get you this far

Back, back, back it up now
I see you packing up your bags, wrap it up now
'Cus you ain't going nowhere
You getting no shares
Why would you go there?
All the time, you don't care
You rap about shit but you ain't living it
I see your tracks all the time, got me feeling pissed
Give it up now, wont make a buck now
You talk about that Range Rover but it wont be found
'Cus imma drive through in my Mach-EX
You talk a lot of big game but you wont be next
I'm fucking on that bitch raw, I got no protection
You pull up to the studio but you choke the session
'Cus I hit that bitch, one take, and I send it
My lyrics come from real shit, no pretending
Fucking scrap that new song 'cus it's so pretentious
Pitch your vocals down but your words got no expression

You a fake fuck, turn it off, you ain't making hits, bruh
I got thousands of dollars under my list of
Who you are and who you wanna be
Yo girl don't wanna rock a beat
Reluctancy to fuckin' tell a sorry cheat
You're way too insecure
Quit making fickle slurs
You're trying way too hard to be the shit, yeah
But imma tell you that shit ain't gon' get you this far
Fake fuck, turn it off, you ain't making hits, bruh
I got thousands of dollars under my list of
Who you are and who you wanna be
Yo girl don't wanna rock a beat
Reluctancy to fuckin' tell a sorry cheat

fickle

I'm sick and fed up with this
Try it quick (fuck)
Didn't even help a bit
Give me a second, need some time to come back
Again I've fallen through the cracks
This is all my fault
What else would I want
Think about it, press it real, and pound it
Let it sink in, round it up

I feel it all around
No idea what I have found today
It's like a new experience
And I'll prove I'm serious
I can push you and I am-

Fuck
Maybe I'm crazy, can feel my arms shaking
My heart is penetrating, and the glass feels like it's breaking
Goddamn, will it end?
Keep laying in this bed
Tryna take over my head
I kinda wish that I was d- now
Take your time, yeah, you're wasting mine
But this patient mind will just wait 'til
I'm fucking done with it
I've had enough of this
I'll just give up and quit
Wish I could-
Take a sip

I feel it all around
No idea what I have found today
It's like a new experience
And I'll prove I'm serious
I can push you and I am-

"A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts"
"And so he loses touch with reality"
"It's time to wake up"

Get out, get out (Get the fuck out)
I'm more than upset now, -set now
It's nothing but a feeling
A fucking feeling, feeling, how?
(Come on let's just get-)
It's not nothing, but it isn't something
Fight it, fight it
Find something to confide in, -fide in
Wish that this would fucking finish
Losing my head, night-end
Goddamn what a feeling it would be
To feel like I can finally think straight

"Worrying has no transformative value"
"It is rehearsing the very thing you do not want to happen"

sickness

You don't notice what I want
But I am sure of it, 'cus I can't stop thinking of
How nice it would be
Oh, how nice it could be
But what I really need
Is to fight the pain in me

And I'm so fucking upset
With the fact that nothing is done yet
Make me feel whole again
Take a minute, it's over and out
Patience is adjacent to displacement
Can't help but hate this
Break into my safe it's splayed out for you to take shit

I fear that I might be too late
It's a cycle today
Why me, can't I fight these feelings?
Why do I like these heathens?
Uh, switch it up, maybe you'll like it this time
Yuh, give a buck, for a quick night, to feel right
Yuh, put the substance down the rut, you feel like
Yuh, you might crumble, but it's lovely
Make me sleep out of spite
Reach heavens light
Why is every damn experience held back by the fight
I wish I felt the same I felt when I knocked back a good spike
Think I'd melt if I went back to the resentment I liked
But it makes me alive
Woo! Held back the pain that I lied about
Let's have a hateful time
I'll regret it when I'm around

And I'm so fucking upset
With the fact that nothing is done yet
Make me feel whole again
Take a minute, it's over and out
Patience is adjacent to displacement
Can't help but hate this
Break into my safe it's splayed out for you to take shit

i want more

robo