written & performed by fxckjamie and gashum
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by acruxgod


[FXCKJAMiE]
Fucked up in the back 
And I’m sipping on jack 
white bitch throw it back
And her ass real fat 

doing drugs til im blacked 
Snorting coke by the stack 
Then we buy it all back

never not smoking dope
Lungs blacker than coal
Still I already know 
Imma die slow aye aye
I’ma die slow

[GASHUM]
You fuckin with my faculty 
imma clap back so rapidly 
undoubtedly you bout to be bleeding out 
what a tragedy
i don't need no medicine 
eat u up like some venison 
my head again is
pounding and screaming my thoughts are setting in uh
FUCK
I NEED HELP
I CANT TALK TO NO ONE ELSE
FUCK A HOE
I DONT KNOW
IF ILL BE ALIVE TOMORROW

[FXCKJAMiE]
Fucked up in the back 
And I’m sipping on jack 
white bitch throw it back
And her ass real fat 

doing drugs til im blacked 
Snorting coke by the stack 
Then we buy it all back

never not smoking dope
Lungs blacker than coal
Still I already know 
Imma die slow aye aye
I’ma die slow

[GASHUM]
wait me and jamie steady fuckin up this beat
you know we on another level that you’ll never ever reach 
you’re a leech
tear you open w my teeth
you gon leak
get the fuck up off my dick and copy someone else’s things

(Oh my god)

leave me alone
downing the bottle im moving real slow
takin your hoe
fucking her slow
then one i’m all done i’ll be sending her home aye

[SLOWED OUTRO]

IN THE BACK (FEAT. GASHUM) [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

pity party! ft. 99zed (prod. jakeohm)

prod lucerne

threesome with jen and jennifer
this shit a genocide
switchin from the red to the white
huntin a better ride

i was in the county fair hmm
just for countin racks
dressed as count dracula
wit da garlic blood grass

shouts out to oblivion 
the blood of an argonian 
lil scales the lizard king   
dog and labrandaurian

doesnt take a microscope to see
that i been gifted
only strippers that im tryna fuck wit
started off as liquid

i just invvested in a voodoo doll
so if u got a prollem wit somebody u know who to call
hoes call me oogie balls
fore i finish thats on when i hit em wit the cudegras

me on q3dm17 thats my lil kinda murk
this that east mass shit 
its the right side of church
hoes hit em 
dog shittem
baby i want press ed work
i aint fuckin wit emotions 
no more that shit got me hurt

3 dolla dope bag 
fake ass chinese gas 
where yo phone at?
blown up like a beeper 
who wan go back ?
to when they had real heroin
in folded paper?
the mold is later
after time passes
mother nature 
always reclaims
all yo dime baggin
fuck a time fraction
im gon bomb past it
im the hash slinging slasher
this a blonde pageant

the wigs off im gettin ratchet
big soft i couldnt tax it
it was too raw

u needa feel this 
feelin myself new boob job

fuck the feds and the prison guards
chewed off

all the hands that fuckin fed em
look at chu dog

aint no bounty huntin in the commonwealth
if u got a issue put it on the problem shelf

all yo songs a psy op to get em fuckin locked up
sum bout some coke prices lean got his jaw fucked
actin super tough on the mic yeah it gon work
for like gucci, rest of yall need a growth spurt

me walkin down the street with my own curse
another swap meet EBT and cold turkey
i believe in god why u wont murk me
i might set the fuckin vibe i might go early

i was sippin ergot wit a witch thot
like a boyscout all i want is big knots
always way too high to be pissed off
goody green 90s baby im the big dawg

huh...errythang they did wrong 
if peter pecker pick the poorer man pocket
get off

sick of all the yadadadadadadada shit talk
errybody know somebody errybody get on 
coke and delears get rich ima peon
never turn cold on the bros aint no freeon

errybody talks and they talk ion be on
i just wan chill smoke a blunt get my free-on


party store or packey it aint moafuckin different
i be smokin hella bogeys got a coney i was kickin
i was 10 toes everywhere im usian gifted
ima blow this moafucka up and say sum different

scales aint nobody else could be him
crazy what these moafuckas pay for machine trim!!!

better open up the flood gates
one man change the whole world with some substrate

i be all them spores in that popcorn 
if u aint ever reach enigma u should pop more

i was hittin dreamer carts im on the top floor
sippin on mimosas i aint wearin tom ford

495 im the only one surviving

LIZARD TEETH 9 (PROD. LUCERNE)

PROD. SIXTHELLS

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

STEADY GETTING PAID
DIG YOUR GRAVE WITH A SPADE
CHROME BE MY KNIFE
MAKE 'EM RUN INTO MY BLADE
BLEEDING OUT ON THE PAVEMENT
NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU
NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU
NOT GOD AND OR SATAN

LURKING ON THE LOW
PUT HIS BODY IN A DITCH
MONEY ALL I KNOW
GIVE IT TIME ILL GET RICH
EVERY TIME I GET GOOD
FEEL LIKE SOMETHING I WILL MISS
GO GO BACK IN THE TRENCHES WITH SOME DIAMONDS ON MY WRIST
PUT SOME DIAMONDS ON MY BITCH

GET SOME BLOOD UP ON MY KICKS
I BEEN STACKING AL MY SINS
INSIDE MY HEAD IM FEELING SICK
LIKE A GHOST IN THE NIGHT
I BEEN DYING HOW I LIVE
I COULD GO ANYTIME
ALL THESE BURDEN I CAN'T LIFT

FEEL IT EVERYDAY
FEEL THE MOLD REACH MY SOUL
ROTTEN FROM THE GUTS OUT TO THE BRAIN
IM IN THE COLD
I BEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES
FIGHTING DEMONS ON MY OWN
ALL THESE BITCHES LAZY
NEVER WANNA DO THE MOST

SKULLCRACK

CRYPT OF SKULLS (feat. Dead Wizard) [prod. Kaktus]

prod Prod. Zyller & Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth
Cover by Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
It was never bout the money or the fame
All these pussy mutha fucka’s switching lanes 
Imma tell you I ain’t fucking with these lames 
Why the hell these bitches keep on playing games 
In the Cadillac just cruising in the rain 
Riding round the block just looking for a stain
Tryna turn another opp into a strain 
Smoking Tracy pack it’s fuckin wit my brain
I done let the demon out the devils cage 
Creeping lurking drag yo body in a cave 
Living life with all this mutha fucking rage 
slit my wrists and let it bleed into the drain 
It’s the only way to numb all of the pain 
Tell my homie he can lie all on my name 
do whatever when Im inside of the grave 
Put my body in the ground let me decay 
Kill a pussy boy and look em in the face 
Spinning blocks like we tryna win a race 
Guarantee that we beat this fucking case 
Everybody that’s a witness getting slain 
Everybody that’s around is getting sprayed 
Living in the trap at night I had to pray 
God ain’t listen imma demon anyway
Do a hit on anyone long as it pays 
And I’m Hungrier than ever need that food up on my plate 
Pull the trigger squeeze that shit and never hesitate 
Send a pussy boy straight up to the heavens gates 
Or if he goes to hell imma meet him cuz it’s fate 
Stepping up to me and I’m putting em in his place 
Dump the body in a river never leave a single trace 
Smoking in a hotbox I can’t see shit through the haze 
Drugs play with my memory so everything’s a daze 
I can’t fuck with anyone all they care bout is plays 
Stacking money nothing new soon as I got a taste 
saving all my money in a mutha fuckin safe 
even got a stash spot for every other state 
have a million in cash if I keep up at this rate 
I’m risking it all just to be one of the the greats 
Stuck inside the slums tryna move out of this place
And you can’t get rid of me cuz the prophets here to stay

DEVIL’S CAGE

A Death Note lyrical theme, twisted to suit the usual deathly SHUSH vibe with a hard Japanese style beat 🤫

SHINIGAMI EYES

Caution the clique we don’t miss we’ll make your heart race then erase any trace of this place, war
Serrated blade size of a sword, hardcore I need more gore galore 
Off of the rip its off with your head and off with your limbs
Ouija’s beatings leaving weakened meaning, life of the kid
Off of a whim Im swishing the rim think that Im him
A bottle’s bottom topples all of the men, begin
Capitol O decapitate foes, the less that you know the better need green, guns and cheddar mild
Squeeze, scream, bleed, steam from thunder while
These pleas leave streets and gutters, wild
Don’t mean to impose, demeanor is cold, that means my heart froze, shout out bro, we juxtapose hoe
Even demons dream of Ouija pleading give him his soul
Tape hate date rape fate demeaning a hoe
Make way for the mane straight breaking the code
In my zone smoking bones of O, yo hot box pop rocks smelling, face it alone
Non stop drops underground where I’m home
The verbal oppressor professor, burning the pressure my pleasure, terminal illness you feel this never the lesser trend killer
I got an itch in the back of my mind only a weapon can fix Im convinced, Ill always be this sick 
Fuck the mosque, the church will burn, lets hit the synagogue
Every person learns there’s nothing after all
Death Im not concerned I’d rather see the fall
Of the human worms, the blessings of the saw
A call to maul, Allah I lost my sense of wrong
Kali Ma, the God of Death, Im tapped in with the law
Not the jakes, the fakes I face they featherweight
Better yet I bet that I could him levitate
Its the Delirious G O D, but fuck what you heard hoe you don’t know me
Flipping up the bird since before ‘03
I can get you served if you need that weed, the green
I got no rivals, you try me get stifled, get stuck with the rifle with sticks like I’m tribal, you dead on arrival, you idle, a demon left deep in hell, king is my title
Dont get your shit beat in dont end up six feet and your friends wont have to mourn a story another missing man
Stab wounds leaking salt to rub in
Stiffen up your nerves disturbed lets burn loose ends
Confident conquering all of it slaughtering prophetic offering awful and ominous 
Carcasses tarnish the granite granted Im welcoming mess
Im with the Missing cadets, you best be sending your best
Missing stepping on necks kid
I plead the 5th and I bleed a 5th
Smoke Cheetah piss, love how the reefer hit
Toking dope alone a broken soul known for spliffs 
Hopeless joker never sober think Im losing it

All Gods Go To Hell

Lyrics:


Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn
I just can’t seem to paint the picture right
Got maggots in the fetid flesh
And putrescine producing
5-0 show up and throw up
Can’t even open up the door
Got roaches crawling in and out of corpses
On the kitchen floor

Woah
I can’t believe these bustas think they hard
These shorts that they be makin
Make me cringe
Guess I ain’t smoked enough
Yall fried inside and out
Can’t get a fan without a fucking trend
I’ll bend the rules to suit my needs
And disregard the snakes I meet
I’d rather stay a nobody 
Than sell out those who close to me 
Some witches in the woods wit little birdies on they shoulder
Caught em whispering their falsehoods
And then throwing out the trash they turned
Promises unkept 
And money taken with no goods in hand
The snakes were snaked by snakes 
And taught the venom ain’t so sweet returned
Tables turned on every worm
So every cup was tainted word
Daggers in the back of those who trusted
Now they ass is served
A fated road to hell is what’s in store
For them 
You shoulda learned 
Fuck
I can’t get it out my head
The image of yo body mangled up 
Engulfed in black and red
It’s so intoxicating
Visions of my blood coagulating 
As the venom turns inside my burns
My mind begins to fade mane
Split ya damn skull
And leave you rotting on the concrete
Fuck around
Bitch gon learn why I’m god then
Spirits in my body
Siphon blood like Vlad 
Sad to see these fuckas lining up to die
But no complaints from me
The more I bury feed the demons that Reside within 
I’m talkin death in my veins
Turned my eyes jet black
Horns pierce out the flesh upon my skull
And penetrate the worthless soul
Crowned Dead God 
When the heretics are burned and ate
Pieces of their bodies sewn to mine
To show the rest they fate

Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn

CRYPT OF SKULLS (feat. Dead Wizard) [prod. Kaktus]

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