Lyrics:
Sentenced life with no parole
Wanna dip and go remote
Loyal to your infantry
Staged with Jesus imagery
Puff the blurry, hit the breaks
Traffic with the wide awakes
Ask me if I give a fuck
Wake up, keep that halo tucked
I’m a rapper Through and through
Hate your job then stage a coup
Only here to feed the thugs
Grocery shopping at the plugs
Scrolling faster to your doom
Racing to a padded room
The toolie, that’s for later
You can call me Tim Taylor

Acquaintance to the end
But the darkness ain’t my friend
planing heists behind the scenes
Hopping off the silver screen
Golden light up in the case
Looking out for outer space
Staring life down in the face
Smoking shit to get away
Girls like you are pretty rare
Said you sucked, I didn’t care
How come you don’t want me, man
Got low cash and zero fans
I hope this email finds you well
Dick pic, sent it straight to belle
Breaking everything I touch
Always liable to clutch

Walk in sober, walk out high
Straight to thighs, then you die
Wanting something from the past
Not your love, I want your ass
Don’t care how I’m depicted
Taking patients get admitted
You’re not just wrong, you’re stupid
You’re a fraud, I can prove it
Someone manufactured you
Sticks and stones and Elmer’s glue
I don’t care about your coupe
I’m getting high at work oops
Coming to your area
Causing Mass hysteria
pop the whip to hyperdrive
Want this cash then take a dive

Fuck it, mix my vocals out
You’ll be like what’s that about
Won’t open up so fuck you
Party like the gods do
It’s Comparable to fiction
I’m Working from the kitchen
Line’s dead, complete the mission
Don’t get that shit twisted
That’s really fucking awesome
Wake me when it’s autumn
He said he need some reefer
Bet, pull it from the aether
Monologuing to your face
Then I’m gone, a cold case
Take it easy, dude but take it
Put your system through it’s pacess:

Tim Taylor

This song makes me anxious.

Lyrics:
Screaming for your mommy please
Spit that shit upon the beat
Golden voice behind the screen
Type of shit to catch your dreams
I don’t drink be smoking tho
Take a step it’s going slow
Take a breath is smoke a blunt
Acting like you’re one of us
Hype him up then take his mouth
Coming down then dipping out
You’re burnt out so blow down
Zoloft in a ball gown
Wake up like your time has come
Good, bad, I got the gun
I’m stranded in the back rooms
I’m living in a death loop

slipped away guessed foul play
Too much drip for Tuesday
Woke up in a different skin
Break him out and let him in
You’re fucking with a mogul
Tap in, my man, I’m mobile
What you love collecting dust
Something different on the cusp
Hop for bottom floor embrace
A legend in the junk space
Falling through your mental break
Killa popping out the lake
Hit the curb, through the gap
Eat the lead and send it back
Re-interpreting your past
............ayy .....

String her up and talk her down
Lifeless in a broken mound
Come on, take me back to hell
Got some shit Im tryna sell
You could say he’s doing well
Fuck around and slowly melt
What the fuck’s a paper trail
Laundering the holy grail
Oh you pack a lowly gaze
Not much more behind the face
Yeah, I’m not your buddy, pal
End his reign, and mount his cowl
That shit wasn’t in the script
Listen once and call it skipped
And When I start making bands
Try and pry them from my hands

Hey my guy I’m tryna score
Untold gore behind the door
Yeah dude, I don’t fuck with that
Hold him down and break his back
Hop on with a shred of doubt
Obfuscate it’s paramount
Laura’s body looking grey
Hear her screaming from the grave
Tell me more bout trees and pie
How ‘bout more on suicide
Get a car and kill us both
Wake up champ I’ve got your toast
Hold him up and pay your sins
Got the gun, I’m robbing him
All I want is money, man
Will it work, well that’s the plan

Bonding over barbecue
Chilling at the Rendezvous
Spitting more than common sense
I’m revolting dominance
May not be a god on earth
Only here to prove my worth
Like a beat cop on pursuit
I’m a recluse on the loose
Fuck the fed, secure the bag
God is dead, pop the tag
Rich eat money, we eat rich
Got ‘em aging in the fridge
Making payments at the Louvre
Bide my time and make a move
Party with the Russian mob
Eat a diner call me blob

Memoirs bound in human flesh
Bust it down I’ll do the rest
Tell him when you eat his fries
That you’ve got Lugosi’s eyes
Guess you’ll miss the panty raid
Drop the bag, I’m getting paid
Itching for the pedigree
Foreign to the destiny
Can I have a word, my dude
How about two, fuck and you
Starving artist exit right
Breaking through with all his might
Not okay, I will be
Twenty in the front seat
Hand it over then we’ll talk
Smokin’ got that Lennon walk

Produced by: Garabato Beats

Junk Space Single

Junk Space

This is my first time producing my own beat, I think it turned out pretty well

lyrics:

Yeah, I’m doing fine // but I’m feeling out of place
Got poison in the wine // and a gun up in my face
Ive been shooting for the moon // so I’m feeling out of touch
But I landed with the trash // so I gotta make a buck
I need time I’m gearing up // double barrel made the cut
There’s no time for fearing us // chain the door and keep it shut
It’s all a basic set-up // killing teens around the lake
Left the shotty in the car // candy painted eighty eight
If I die, bet I’m baked // Shoot your shot it better take
See the man I’m face to face // Dap him up and take his place
I was phoning in this heist // at least I got the keys
Got the suspect in my sights // got a brooch for Mrs. Brie
Fake my death and disappear // I’m back feeling Villainous
Building up his followers // iffy on his  innocence
Don’t sweat it kid it’s business // finna flip and take the bag
Put a number on his head // bust it down and smoke a half
I was the producer // and I didn’t get no credit
Killa the director // and I’ll cut you out the edit
There’s ghosts inside my stomach // so I never leave the house
Got Stockholm from the mirror // live that taxi driver sound
Staring at your figure’s like // reading holy scripture
I’ll be busting through the frame // when I beat it, get the picture
I don’t think about the past // I’m living in the shadow
Plan to earn redemption but // I tossed it out the window
Catch me at the corner store // Number one on polybius
Those dudes back there were sketchy // but they sounded pretty serious
I tell myself my problems // cause that’s the only homie
Walks around like you and me // so you don’t know I’m lonely
He’s here to vanquish evil // but he’s running pretty late
Ruby dripping b from his easel // price is measured by its praise
There’s an eagle in those pants // Put some oil in this pot
Just a servant to the stance // get acquainted with the stock
You got a godly presence // hearing angels while you speak
Slow dancing new beginnings // Finding solace in this peace
I was staring at the brights // and you didn’t see the dear
Now I’m undercover // spitting nothings in your ear
Gotta keep that on the low // though I thought I had a chance
See portraits newly painted // hoping someday that we dance
Meet ya when I meet ya // at the bottom if we’re lucky
I’m going out in glory // stick a knife up in ya hubby
Ain’t sloppy with the wrist but // I envy the idea
Wanna ice my fuckin’ shit // so you couldn’t even see em’
I live outside perception // but you driving on my route
Here have a couple feelings // Then I’m selling fucking out
Slidin’ through the ally // y’all are running through the mud
I’m on the other side of town // and I’m smoking on your bud
Always stuck up in my head // At least I’m smokin’ plenty
When you gonna rap this shit // When I’m not so fuckin’ empty

Candy Painted 88

lyrics:

I’m livin through a limbo // unaware if I’m awake
I will never trust a ho’ // but I will take her on a date
Maybe I keep spittin’ // and someone’ll understand
Throw it out, you pick it up // But it crumbles in your hand
Behold the braggadocious // he is plagued by animoia
Pick up your fuckin pistol // and blow out your Paranoia
If you wanna start an op’ // Try and keep me in the loop
You keep saying you got money // but the point’s a little moot
You could say that it’s a crush // but it’s been about a grip
I just think you got the stuff // and I think you’ll take the risk
If you’re looking for some lust // it’s a secret but I’ll say it
I’ve been dreaming of your bust // have my hand for some containment
Let me put you on some bud // gotta pay a couple debts
I’ve been up a couple years // and I ain’t come down yet
I’m just making shit I like // I don’t wanna play the game
I just wanna pay my rent // you ain’t need to know my name
If you need some fucking beats // better make it like a tree
I’ve been chef-in’ on the tools // and they’re all for fucking me
No, I don’t want a movement // wanna make em’ fucking bleed
Viva La Resistance // what the fucks that even mean
Yo, where have you been living // at the cabin on your street
Got some fucking shit to say // why don’t you  spit it on the beat
I’ll become a fucking god // but maybe I’m just manic
There’s a gift up in my bag // and Im down to cause a panic
Hit the smoke and then I die // mash the trigger on your magnum
It’ll make my mama cry // But maybe I’ll go platinum
Stab a greaser for the fit // take a look and then I’m gone
got the face of Cap’n Kirk // hit the kitchen then it’s on
I’m stalking in the silence // and the darkness is my friend
I’m stepping out the shadows // now it’s time to meet your end
You can only see my shape // and if you can then it’s a problem
Why you running down the stairs // I’ll just meet you at the bottom
Wanna hop inside the void // at like every inconvenience
Squander my potential // and I really fucking mean it
Check the binder my brain // Second guess in every section
I’m ain’t doing it for fame // Finna fear me when I’m flexing
We been smoking hella loud // music louder than the weed
I can’t do it for a crowd // so I do it for the greed
When the demons show their weight // and your mind’s in the past
I’ll be the desolate diamond // on a glacier of glass
Pack my shit fade away // getting cut off when I’m famous
Let me put you some shit // just keep writing till you hate it
Yeah, my head is in the clouds // but that cough tasted bloody
I’m ducking out my doctor //  they been taking all my money
Fuck my long term memory // still carrying the weight tho
Been searching through the future // and dystopian’s my fate, bro
All that shit is getting old // time to flip the fucking script
Fatten up my fold // raise the dead and fucking dip

Cabin On Your Street

I think I'm getting better at mixing, this song is okay I think lol

Lyrics:

It’s everything you wanted // but you didn’t get the girl
wait until I’m funded // All the women clutch they pearls
The bread is at the brink // so I’m cast to hitting carts
Yeah, I shot up to the moon // where the fuck are all the stars
I’ll rap the kitchen sink // I’m Tarantino on a feat.
Y’all ain’t hearing what I think // all your ears are in the peat
You hit me with the phone, dick // fuck a whole redemption arc
Just ended up alone // Body bleeding  out his art

You thinking what I’m thinking // take the plate and fucking dip
I got this sinking feeling // that I won’t amount to shit
I don’t need a studio // I’ll just do it all myself
I’m walking in the dojo // and I’m leaving with your belt
If you want a bad boy // I’m bad at everything I do
Yeah, I kill it, what’s your point // shout-out cancer for the crew
A plan is now in motion // couldn’t stop it if you tried
I got it in my vision // and I’m never breaking sight

I’ll keep going out of spite // run my life into the ground
Now present me with my crown // or I’m selling off your town
You got money for the gas // why you smoking on some mid
Get my drip straight from the tap // come and cop the newest fit
Okay, tell it to me straight // I don’t got all fucking day
I wanna eat your cake // so I got that shit on tape
If the bitch ain’t sucking dick // toss that bitch up out the car
If she doesn’t wanna shift // Gonna sell the bitch for parts

It’s 12 steps to suffer // and I got myself a spot
Any deal that I could cop // that could shoot me to the top
I wanna be the villain // be a hero to yourself
Accursed way of living // just keep chipping at your health
If you really wanna know // I’m sweet on that’s  [redacted]
I’m a one man friend and foe // I can’t let me get distracted
Now I’m flying through the night // I can see her in my dreams
Getting tired of the fight // I just wanna go to sleep

The Origami Killa // call me Killa for short
I can promise you the world // but I’m just a shitty port
gotta cut the red wire // but all of them were blue
So we’re walking with the dead // thinking that’s what people do
If you tryna hang with me // I’ll clap the sadness out your cheeks
Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby // It’s just all about technique
I’m ready for expansion // I just need a new investor
Welcome to my mansion // you be Chris and I’ll be Wesker

I don’t sleep, I’m here to dream // take the boat and back it up
Tryna float along the steam // but, I feel a little stuck
Pick up a couple bucks // now I’m feeling like a king
I wanna hit the plug // but, I’m afraid that he’s The Thing
Nah, I don’t got a loosie // better back up off my fries
I bet you that my uzi // beats infinity knives
Yeah, There’s no continues // but, I need an ass that’s built
I know exactly what to do // I’ll press heart to get a milf

[Redacted]

lyrics:
Straight up, I’m delusional // ain’t here to give advice
You’ve been looking pretty full // and I’m looking for a bite
If you try to hit my lick // know I always keep a pole
You can shoot me down // I’ll Get up and plug the holes
Kill a man then fuck a car // you can’t blame it on the plate
Your life gets pulled apart // Come together like it’s fate
I’m busting out the back // got a briefcase full of cash
Ops are nippin’ at my ass // And I’m stepin’ on the gas

A little high, a little low // and I’m tryna cop a blow
A little hey, a little ho // I ain’t paying for it tho
Yeah, I’ll buy your onlyfans // win/win situation
But, you ain’t posting shit // And the killa’s got no patience
And if you didn’t know it // I’m stealing all your pictures
You got a godly body // I just write it into scripture
I’m living out the forest // Every human is the bane
But, don’t you get that twisted // I’m just tryna get that brain

Wake me up and hit the spot //  looking like a derelict
I’m a stoney vagabond // And I need a therapist
I don’t fuck with basic // I stole the DAW that made this
You’re creating something // I’m going into stasis
Snatch my blunt up out your hands // you ain’t getting shit from me
But, if you wanna dance // I want that ass upon my meat
I’m a fucking artist // painting pictures on these beats
The kitchen’s burning down // but, I’m bringing all the heat

I don’t come in fucking peace // leave you bleeding in the street
I don’t need no friends // I write you off before we meet
I’m the Killa with the buck // you’re the blond with the tits
My beats are ‘bout the cut // and My lyrics are the press kit
I’m building up the steam // rapping horror is my dream
And if I’m in a movie // Bet your ass that it’s a scream
All my peers just call me mud // fuck the money I need blood
Put my knife up in your guts // and leave you hanging with the studs

Delusional

Just a song about the shit I think about lol

Lyrics :

Yeah, the cart is almost gone // and I’m trying to get high
Scraping resin off the bong // because everybody’s dry
don’t try to stop the Killa // he’s just floating with the time
I’m just biding all I got // and then I’ll make it mine
Get the money and the cars // To woo the girl I never got
But the cash is running low // and I think I missed my shot
Shave my head and get a gun // because nothings going right
I’m a hero in your eyes // get that bitch up out my sight

My life will end in mystery // before it ends in misery
Turning up in Italy // Devoid of any injury
I’m reaching for the money // but I’m falling through the crack
It ain’t yo fucking business // it’s the feelings that you lack
Grab the best shit I can get // and then blow it fucking back
I ain’t dealing with yo shit // I just want yo fucking cash
Run everything you got // and you might get out alive
Nah this shit ain’t personal //  just fixing to survive

Come and catch me if you can // I’m living deep within the woods
I got a chainsaw in my hand // And a human leather book
Doc taking all my money // so I give it to the plug
What the fuck I gotta do // to put away a couple bucks
If you think I got a plan // well, yeah, I kinda don’t
Finna piss away my life // before I make it to the boat
Got the power in the palms // but my hands begin to quiver
You will only hear this song // when I’m floating down the river

Demon on some other shit // taken from inheritance
Didn’t wanna dance with me // settled for another chick
just tryna make it fit // I wont feel so fucking sick
I gotta get a grip // and then pull up with your bitch
One day I’ll fucking get it // then it’s who the fuck are you
Get the girl, a shrink, a car // and I’ll pull up with the proof
But if I’m going out // I’ll go like Randy in his youth
Crawling bloody from the van // and then take it to the booth

Fixing to Survive

Song about what's on my mind, also tried my hand at mastering.

Lyrics: 
You can call it what you want // but I’m dipping out of state
I’ll rap what’s on my mind // until they put me in the grave
I don’t need the money // the acclaim is that I crave
but damn, I couldn’t tell you // if I’m ready for the weight
Put you on a pedestal // and say that you’re a great
Like knives inside your back // when they tell you you’re a fake
Turn off all your comments // say you’re dealing with the hate
Saying fuck you to the people // that took you too the stage

Getting tired of the shit // get a brand new pair of kicks
Change you’re whole identity // just to get in with the clique
Now you’re deep inside the grit // get a handle on your stick
You can fuck your life or die // come on homie take your pick
Now you’re friends are lying dead // and you’re running from the feds
Just because your homie // let it go up to his head
Now tell me what you’re thinking // was it worth it for the cred
You’re just taking what you love // and then filling it with lead

I’ll be the first to tell you // that I’m fucked up in the brain
Don’t be saying shit to me // just keep staying in your lane
Keep it fucking moving // and disregard your pain
Just keep blowing down the smoke // and keep saying that your sane
Maybe that’s not what you want // and you’re hissing at the sun
You’re the taxi driver // hoping someday she will come
But she never fucking comes // get that feeling that you’re done
Nothing ever goes your way // so you drop it all and run

You write a little poem // hoping someone feels you back
But if you want the truth // take my head and peel it back
It’s the demons breaking out // and I gotta reel em back
If I’m telling y’all the truth // I just feel that I’m a hack
Don’t say that I’m a hero // that’s the furthest from the truth
Don’t think that you can crush me // your authoritative boot
Don’t feel that you are nothing // yeah, that points a little moot
Hold a gun up to your leader // close your eyes and fucking shoot

Ready For The Weight

My second song, I like this one a lot better than the first.

By the way, my mom isn't a fed. She works dispatch lmao.

lyrics:

Don’t look at me bitch
Look in my eyes, I’ll come back with a clip
And if you hear this
Just so you know that I’ll probably be dead
My eyes looking red
Don’t fuck with the pigs but my mom is a fed
Cain to my Abel
Open the tomb and I’ll spawn at the cradle

I don’t dream
Open the tomb, It’ll prove to be fatal
This is the theme
I don’t know no one, just ghosts at the table
Dawn of the dead
I’m at the corner just spiting my drivel
Salvation ahead
I don’t trust no one, my head on a swivel
The Killa’s in town
They knew I was coming, but not by the sea
The Killa’s a clown
Entered your course, so fuck a degree
Roll up the raw
Smoking the weed, to cope with the mech
Coke like nah
How do you plead, I plead for the check

I don’t like people
Watching some movies, and melting my brain
Back with the sequel
Look at the booty and center the frame
I’m here and I’m lucid
That’s just a cover, a pimp in distress
Call me reclusive
I am big brother, I aim to depress
You’re welcome Truman
Went to premiere, met some twin sisters
Go on be human
Mounted the pair, I'm paramount pictures
I was just joking
I got a new will that I’m tryna impose
You ain’t smoking
You’ve never even tried it, and it shows

Back With The Sequel (Prod. By Pink)

I finally made a new song, hope you like.

Lyrics:

I’m underground like Sasquatch

Pushing deep for the backwash 

Works best under harvest moon

Bucket list, check hire goons

What to do on those doggy days 

You wanna smoke, taking always

Lost respect for the common man

Keep secret rooms, no floor plan

There’s green paint in his habitat

And fire walk on his welcome mat

Rip a line of that red pill

Less perfect lawns more Silent Hill

Fucking off when they call retreat

Happy face and then repeat

I’m concerned for your competence

Like Scooby gang v. Apocalypse



Bust a move on that zagged floor

Split skull but he walks the morgue

looking Jesus with a corkscrew

shit fucks your world view

Going back to set you up

Fuck a gun, Ill self destruct

If it’s horror then peep the tits

Cop a mill then call it quits

Stay tight with the dope mule

Plan to trap out Hyrule

Imagine going to space jail

Move contraband through airmail

Sacrifice for more power

Dump trucks at weird hours

Burning bridges left and right

Pulled the sword, it was a mic



Hopping up for doom and gloom

Take your screens, Max Headroom

Pawn it off on the scapegoat

End it all with a deathnote

To defeat death, and furthermore

Like He’s dead, not anymore

Pull you straight from the gravestone

Was the casket king, now dethroned

Smoking up that nightshade

Strapped up, too yandere

Type of myth You don’t admit

Keeping up on my killer shit

Just wanted Weed, they doing coke

Valiant steed, license revoked

Trouble finding the new recruit

He’s hotboxing his spacesuit



I’m warning you with peace and love

Fuck the tea, let’s cop a dub

Outer space since genesis

I’ll take the bag, it’s evidence

See through, so run the front

Oh it’s never the fuck you want

Hidden bite, rough start

Genocide at Walmart

Grovel at your gods feet

Band flat for the meet and greet

Can’t dream of a worse fate

oh wait, let me demonstrate

Pop the clip, bout 25

Not talking bullets, I’m talking lives

At the party, don’t say shit

I got your weed and yo chips

Walk The Morgue

I like to make rap songs, even though I'm kinda bad at it.
https://linktr.ee/OrigamiKilla