FACE OF DEATH (feat. 99zed & Saliva Grey) [prod. 99zed]

Weed, Titties & Satan

Overdrive ft Sinizter (prod by Gerah)

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M A R G Phelps fuck yourself
Getting lost in the scripture
Put the book on the shelf
Suck the tip of your God
G O D ram rod
Righteous wealth
Something else
Heathens spell
You kill
Let's chill
I would rather go to hell
Your loss
Demons cross
Your philosophy is a flaw
You're exploiting the law
Cut your heart out
Eat it raw
Burn it down
Burroughs Hill
Dot the I's
Sign your will
Hell is calling
Feel the chill
Freezing over
Blood spills

Yeah, 
Devils all the time 
The righteous ones are fucking blind
Turnin' up their nose to the sky 
Cloud breaks reveal false lights
Signs in the air filled with hate
Six six six graves written for the date
All us sinners not afraid 
You point your fingers
Curse your people
What a shame
Cast the misfits 
Line up to the steeple 
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake 
I pray thee lord my soul to take
Tragedy lies in a holy place
Venom sinks deep with the fangs of a beast
Serpents underneath the hoods of who you call a father 
My family you worship an unholy priest

Grippin' yo preacher know he ain’t no leader
Don’t follow don’t need em I pray that you fall on the beacon
No reasoning for you believing in any religion I’m livid I kill I pillage ya faith
Where the realization that they washing all yo mother fuckin' brains?
Blood to the vein
Sipping and ya wine no time yo life done gone astray
Slipping away
Gripping yo face
Feeding the maggots yo carcass in place
Grey turn you grey
Straight in the flame
Hop off the pulpit you falling today
Live for ya father?
So that’s yo master?
Preaching the gospel that sound like some cancer
Think that you matter?
Climb on a latter
Just to fall off and repeat the whole cycle
Yeah there ain’t no Answer

Worshipping demon motherfuckers 
Put it on a sign that reads
Hell please welcome us
The time is right now and we’ll burn together 
All of this talk don’t feed my hunger 
We’ll rise and you’ll watch us conquer 
Bigot fuck 
You’re shit out luck 
I promised the souls of the wicked 
The blood of such 
Filled with the lust 
You’ll crumble 
Your god don’t exist 
He’s feeble 
Right to love and let live is on the line 
Because of you fucking people 
All of the time you spend spewing out hate 
Spend a little more time with your kids 
Cause they feeling the same 
As us motherfucker your cause is lost 
Now face the Judge

Devils In The Details (Feat. Saliva Grey)

Last track of the year 
Re-engineered , mixed, and mastered, previously released on the house of horrors mixtape hosted by Deadg6d

Control

Control (Prod Esthetic Gloom)

LYRICS:

WickedRuna: 

Crimson blood run down your face
cut ‘em up leave no motherfucking trace
Through me in the pit of fire mane
Make a motherfucka say my name
Ronin finna end yo fate
Fuck em up make them beg and pray
Feel the double sided blade
To yuh mothafucken face
Now I come from hell from all theses flames

I’m a Demon take your soul
You fake mothafuckers got to go
Leaving them patches of blood in the snow
Now you feeling cold shivered down to the mothafucken bone
Horrific thoughts in my head gotta go
These bitches don’t even know 
Now I’m gonna come back haunt you like a motherfucking ghost yuh

I’ll never sign my soul away for something called fam
I’m only tryna make you know my motherfucking name
We killing the people then burying them you know Runa is taking blame
This little life we living isn’t nothing but a game 
AK that we spray putting it right through to brain
These leaches suck your blood 
and all my veins are full of mud
Hate the people hate the world
And all of you pussies are wanna be thugs
These leaches suck your blood 
and all my veins are full of mud
Talking back I’m about to cut your fucking tongue
Now you know Runa is doing it for fun

Undead Ronin:

King Kong with a bone to pick
So get back pussy boy 
You ain’t bout all this
I pull the trigger 
leave you bleedin on a curb like this
I said get the fuck away from me
I’m boutta split wigs mane
Aye You ain’t got a thing on me
I bring death where I roam
Imma god to thee
Kicking it back with the Kult
I’m the goat cutting yo throat
With the athame 
I’m about to drop you in the moat
Slicker than most I’m on my king shit
Deathless god among you
You a victim
Tipping the scales of fate with ambition
You bitches are dissing but all of you listening
Fixing to open yo skull with a hammer 
Tyrannical mystical magickal being 
I’m bringing the hurt when I’m going berserk
Aint no pussy boy challenge my mo’fuckin court yuh

Torture you with fire
Never lie to me
Desire to be leader of humanity 
I’m itching bring death
Ronin is the one you see
I’m walking through the dark 
I got a mission to fulfill
And I won’t stop until it’s done
Bringer of the end times
Armageddon’s Son
Prophet of the desolation
This is why I’ve come
Hellfire rain down
This is the one
You can’t escape from this 
Heaven is done
Runa, Ronin packing .45s
Wit the hollow tip
Say a fuckin prayer
Take yo life 
Empty out the clip
Really wanna talk that talk
But won’t walk that walk
Till I break yo legs bitch
No I do not want yo shit
Get the fuck out of my DM’s bitch

TIPPING THE SCALES

TIPPING THE SCALES (feat. WickedRuna) [prod. Undead Ronin]

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

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LYRICS -
Armored tank to the bank, no usher
Uppin my ranks 
Reinforced for the clutter
Nonsense noise
All they do is go stutter
Make her drop blouse 
Make her heart go flutter
More money, more problems
No problem for me
I do this for my kin
Do it for my family
Get the Benjamins in
You dont want no static
Go and be frank 
This could end up tragic

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

Burn em like sage
Burn em like mage
Bringing my rage
Put em in a new age
Bringin new plague
Defiler gon aid
You boutta get played
While I fuck yo dame
She tradin yo chamomile 
For some kool-aid 
My ammo field got me rubys and Diamonds 
Gon pop a bullet like hymen right through ya cranium

Ridin the beamer
I seen ya 
I tore ya team up like Cena
They couldnt see me like Sia
Charge up my soul with that kiai
Im goin grizzly, im busy makin yo number thin lizzy
They cannot hit me im Lee
Boutta drop weights off my fate

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

Istasha x Sect Unit - New Strings (prod. Istasha)

FAST (feat. KyozeH & Seira666)

GRAVEWORLD.TV/LIVE

w/ @istasha & @witchouse40k

mixed/mastered by @33marrow

produced by @istasha

TWENTYTHREE x ISTASHA x WITCHOUSE 40K - GRAVEWORLD.TV/LIVE

Sorry for uploading this one late to soundcloud. Was in the hospital on a surgery complication bend! Good for the most part now but ill be recovering for about 2 months. Still lots of music on the way for spotify and soundcloud!

Lyrics:
Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

Wanted posters on the walls
In my future kinda tall
Cause of all the sutures I'm embodied from the fuckin claws
I'm on a massacre fillin the bodies 
That will meet back in my coffin 
Murder them yeah im astral
Drippin now I'm comet coughin

Bitch, ima dick
I'm waking sentry with the lich army
In my drip
Im leaving the skeletons in my wake I'm atom's split
Found a nuke on the world, wait the ash and bloody bits 
Im like a kid throwing tantrum on the snake and tail shit
Yeah Scriptz

Drift togue, riding on the motherfuckin
I got zip code
Flippin all these fuckin corners
I got sick flow
Drippin all these fuckin candles
Dont need simple
I'm like a pit bull
Yeah Scriptz

Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

ASTRAL PROJECTION (PROD. SHREDDED)

Prod. ISVVC @isvvcisvvcisvvc

Might just start a revolution 
Fuck a state and institution 
How they herd up everybody
Burning imaginary money

Everything you flexing
Everybody that you texting
They’ll be dead in thirty minutes
Stopping by to make a visit 

Home invasion rope abrasion
Breaking inside no invitation 
Where’s your fucking fronting bitch
Said that you were something bitch

Why you falsifying 
What you getting from the lying 
You won’t get no respect from me
Boutta gut you up put you to sleep

Got a stack of twenties
Now my nose is dripping runny
Stop right by the liquor store
I’m taking out a brick or so

Load a pistol smoking crystal
We got real no artificial 
Fuck a color and a set 
Bitch I’m a runner and a threat

Pumping a shotty you wanna copy 
All I be spitting you rap as a hobby
Bitch I’m on a wave no way will I say
Yes to a shit tape with the beats that you made

Fucking around and I’m feeling invincible
I got no heart inside I got no principles
Open a packet of woods in the trunk I be
Faded and swerving this shit is all fun to me

Whoa stood up too fast and I’m too cashed
Tapping out quick knew you wouldn’t last 
No to a trash hoe stop in El Paso 
Gripping on tecs but I ran outta ammo

Foes fed em to crows 
Step in the place and I’m here with my woes 
Making a toast head is still froze
Dead in the lake is the way that it goes

FAST (feat. KyozeH & Seira666)

Ace Shadows

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