I WONT STOP CUZ THE BLOOD KEEP RUSHIN I WON’T KNOCK AT THE DOOR ILL BUST IN

stab em in the chest with a pick made of ice

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

DION ft. Faceless 1-7 (prod. BLK Saturn)

Produced by Gullyspit
Cover art by Gullyspit


Lyrics:
Is he a Man or a Monster?

Verse 1:
Why you creeping? Where you going? What you looking for?
I can help you, come inside now let me shut the door
Take a seat , can I get you something to eat ?
I can tell that you been craving looking grayer than the street
Grit ya teeth, Huh
Take a breath I know your ready  
Hands are heavy but your finger tips are empty 
Brought you back out of that coffin got you stuck to me like flies
I just a need a second nothing precious about your time 
Crooked smiles , missing teeth , with the wicked grins 
Missing needles, broken vials, and them sticking pins 
Sewing back up what was taken from your skin
Daggers in your smile 
Use soap before you rinse 
Washing off the stains, see your viens, get a glimpse
Nearer blood the bloodier it gets 
Remember every face paranoia in the flesh
Nothing worse than those empty little threats

Hook:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette 

Verse 2:
Broken heels, bloody soles, running nose
Leaving places that nobody ever goes 
Except for piggies and the crows
Masterpiece complete done by numbers in row
I got leaches for your poison 
I got poison for your woes 
Death here in abundance I got violence for the show
Kick yo shoes off at the door and kick your habits out tomorrow 
Nothing but your time and your time is only borrowed

Bridge:
Its only Borrowed x2
Nearer Blood The Bloodier it gets x4

Hook x2:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette

Outro:
Take more drugs

Crooked Little Veins

TALK IS CHEAP! w/DELIRIUM

https://open.spotify.com/track/010o82Rv9xOzRoXJKn0ifB?si=bce6dd5868b84fa1

Sip My Tea w/ K.V.N

You’re such a fuck up

Get on your knees & suck all my nut up

Bitch you can get fucked

I’m tired of all of your shit



You’re so invasive

You’re a replacement

You are not real

How could you feel?

How with a heart so black

How when you be so whack



Bitch I go tit for tat

I’ll Break your wrist

I’ll smack your face

I’ll kiss your lips



Cause it’s game to me

I like to play angrily 

I am a demon saint to see

I ball wit god, snapping his ankles

I don’t do selfies, fuck all these angles

Satan himself, married an angel

Fuckin the world, I’m goin anal

I’m goin crazy



Bitch it’s onsight
Stabbed in the chest wit a pick made of ice
Evidence would be gone by the end of the
Said a diss now he’ll fall to the edge of my knife

He a riddance so I wouldn’t really fidget if he die
Got him pleading for his life, not on sentimental vibes
Gonna visit in your mind like I was Freddy the whole time
Should be wishing to survive I’m bouta confiscate your life



I’m doing something… bash your head you’ll remember nothing

I won’t stop cuz the blood keep rushing

I won’t knock at the door I bust in

Your life is useless, living in an illusion

People be Medusa, send em to Anubis

Bitch who the hell, told you to try me I’m perfect like cell

See your death your face go pale

Nobody will live to tell, demon I got 9 tails

Keep your ego around your face, I’ll make sure that your organs fail

Make him go missing no one found him now he on a carton of milk

Fake sum shit up on the gram I’ll show you wtf is real

I’m doing something… bash your head you’ll remember nothing

I won’t stop cuz the blood keep rushing

I won’t knock at the door I bust in

Your life is useless, living in an illusion

People be Medusa, send em to Anubis

Bitch who the hell, told you to try me I’m perfect like cell

See your death your face go..





I MAY BE CRAZY BUT I’M ALSO SMART AS FUCK

MAKIN ME THE BIGGEST THREAT

WE IN VEGAS PRESS YOUR LUCK

ROBIN HOOD, YOU FRIAR FUCK

Waist banding, while I’m sucked



Find out if I keep it tucked

I’m not asking questions

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

You is soft

That’s why you lose

You lack any resolve

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

Bitch I’m letting it off

UPPER MOON DEATH THREAT

HOLLOW POINT feat. Undead Ronin (prod. Blunt Christ)

Angels Rest

W/ https://www.instagram.com/killxdyll/?hl=en

KILL INC. w/ KILL DYLL

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

out on all platfroms

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

NETUH. https://open.spotify.com/artist/2kppis5CDjgY0jeNIFgKUG?si=dJTDkosYRoyZ4mpPc19DeQ

i hate you so much

FUCK YOUR SPEAKERS
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UPPER MOON DEATH THREAT

ONI INC.

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