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

Im back in black on black on black the same old crap
Gotta blunt thats fat, need hella racks, pussy ass bitch cant fuck with cats
Can meet my gat I dont wanna chat, add em to the stats 
You bugging some like gnats, hit em with blyat blyat stat

That means immediately 
So sick and tired I cant even hire Ill prolly just fire a shrink
The highest bidder I offer my liver then into nether I’ll sink
Take my own life in a blink, suicide what did you think?
Dying’s been my passion, aint no rationing on tragedies and I havent peaked on me

Yet Im up in the scene, check might pop a bean 
Yes might be a fiend, bet Ill get yo team wet 
Wishing that we never met, underground artists some rats
Its you and your dogs I don’t need no resolve you gon need a vet and i mean that

Need a new remedy, xanax and hennesy, shout out yung Kota B, Missing my People, the cult
The sheeple will never revolt, who should be held at fault? 
Results of the evil claimed leaders, oblivious masses will falter, wait for humanity’s fall, gripping a saw, leave them appalled then we wait for applause, hop off my balls

I think these psyops gon autopsy Ouija, pay me and I’ll make it easy
OD on something enough make elephants even stop breathing
Enough to put under demons, take me I don’t need no reason
Satan said I’d be a beacon if I survive one more season
Cap in your raps got no meaning, me vs you isn’t even

Population Control Pt. 3

Lyrics:

Aye aye aye
Hit em in the soul
Rippin they guts out 
Let em scream
Let em cry fuck you
You gonna die now hoe
Let’s go 
Boutta be time for the nighttime butcher 
To feast on yo soul
Wanna ride?
Bring a sword and a Colt
Pick em off one by one
Die by the sword when you step up 
Know it’s the last hoe
Taking they last breath
When I stomp on they skull oh no 
Let’s do this bitch
Another soul
In my collection here to stay 
And collect dust
All you fuckas wanna try my patience
Get the fuck out my home
I don’t want war 
But you hoes leaving little room to move
In this sea of these talentless foe
Man I don’t know what I should do
Better start picking em off now
Fore I lose my shit on you 
Oh

Crack em in the face wit a cane tho
.45 mane it’s ready for the fade hoe
10 toes down 
I ain’t movin from my place bro
If you pick a damn fight
Hope you ready for a grave
Oh
Breaking em down
Like I’m stackin em up
Little bitch we ain’t moving the same
No
Rip out yo heart got that plate on my face
Red eye stay glowing like my name Kano 
Ha bitch you can’t do better than me
A lone wolf made a name
Undead Ronin a king
I pull the sword out of the stone
And start beheading motherfuckers
If you steppin on my turf
I show you bustas why they call me Butcher
‘Capitate makin it rain
Blood
Dropping yo body and cover it up
We ain’t same 
Blood 
I am that mane
You see in the flames
Demons surrounding my body and name
Oh

Bitch you want more?
Pray to yo god I don’t gore
Mask on my face
Ram the horns in yo guts
In yo core
Crawl on the floor
Wit the tears on yo face
Now you begging me begging no more
Fuck you
Lil bitch I don’t take the word of a cunt 
Like you 
Fuck
Sick of all the mind games
Mind flayed
I might be The Absolute
Cause I got a zombie army to swallow you
Carnifex
Swinging the axe on yo neck
Put in checkmate
Sweeping the leg
When I’m seeing red meat
Ready to cut you up
Maiming yo body 
This first degree murder is fucked 
Aye yo mane
Heard a little rumor 
That you wanted some fame
You better cough up cash
Or get ready to suck dick
And snake shit
Everybody claiming the top
Are a bunch of stuck pigs
Fuck shit spewing out they mouth 
When they speak shit
Sounding like they are a bag of shit before they talk 
Mayday heard yo numbers dropping off
Well that’s a shame bro
Maybe quit the features 
And make music yourself for a change
Coming for they neck
Wit a rusty chef knife aye
I don’t wanna hear
What the fuck you have to say
Bitch
Smack em to the ground
Wit 40 pounds of sandstone 
Cheekbones poking out of they face
They need a headstone 
Bro’s leaking like a faucet
Like a zit his head I pop it 
Stop and take his fuckin wallet 
For the Profit 
Bitch it’s murder for hire 
Just send me greenback
Rolling in the blood and guts
And hella money stacks
Go up on the onion
Flip a script and then send me the cheddar 
Pick a little bitch for the red dot hoe
Imma take his soul

Your Soul Is Mine! [prod. Undead Ronin]

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by Scottzilla
Engineered by @tumaggz

VALUE MEAL

INDICTED FT. LORD DISTORTION (PROD. SAURXN)

Hush, hush, please stay hush
You never make good money in a rush
Keep it to yourself maybe keep it offline
Or they'll keep you in a cell doing time
Better learn to tell a lie real quick
Remember which lie goes to which hoe you talking with
Squeeze the profit past the picket line
Switching sides, never meant to make up your mind

Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?

I'm the first to call it like it is
Taste the cinder block make a jaw jump-skip
You jump ship I'm talking mutiny
Heresy, say it like I need some currency
Incoherent type of stance
What you mean you didn't ask for money in advance?
We talking fuck ups by the kilo
Is it 'bout the opps or is it just about your ego?
You talking petty to the plug
Better walk it back or go get walked up out the club
You saying something real vapid
I'm happy for you honey or I'm sorry that it happened
And it's not all about the mask
I'm a skinwalker with the way I can detach
I peep my future through a keyhole
Scheming on a repo sippin' down a cappuccino

Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe

Hush hush hush
Hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe

I'm the type to break my own rules
Sick fool, reaching altitudes that make em drool
I'm talking cool it with the lingo
You moving like a Russian politician by a window
You stepping into something deep
Jumping to conclusions, shoulda never took the leap
Now you a body in the street
All because you're probably unable to think while on your feet
With the cheats the way my trainers sleek
Never miss a beat, I'm a freak, way I speak never miss a chance to eat
This ain't hush money honey, this a purchase of your silence
Hush money comes along with implicated violence

And I don't wanna pay you for your cut
I ain't fucking with you nah I can't get it up
I'ma shut 'em up and tell 'em how you really got the role
This ain't hush money honey, this is how I buy your soul..

This Isn't Hush Money Honey This is An Investment

She sent a text
Do you need help?
I said I know how to think for myself
Suit yourself, I ain't suiting up for free
I'm outside why where else would I be?
Cheap liquor
Cheaper thrills
Throwing up while on top of the world
What kinda script? bitch I'm tryna OD
Why is everybody looking at me?
Slippy fingers, we should shake hands
Now you don't got the time to understand
Lately I've been counting hours by the can
Lost my footing walking woozy with a slant, ugh

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth

Not a freak but I'm known to freak out
And then forget what it was all about
When in doubt, do another line
In a couple seconds I'll be feeling fine
It's not a scam, it's a ripoff, either way I'm richer
Maybe consider tryna move a little quicker
You make me sick if you think you're any better
This is my United States of whatever
Very clever, now sober up and drive, drive
Check my pulse man I think I'm too alive, live
So deprived, that's why I feel so depraved
I forgot how yesterday turned to today?

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth,

Grind My Teeth

written / performed by @vvs20k x @blckbrds
produced by @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz

CONSULTING THE MACHINE

çiz yaz
moruk, arabistan gibi doldur cepleri
yok kıstas
bmw xdrive, gtr nissan gibi
gör ankaradan istanbulu
kafamda kalmadı kuruntudan pare
kalbim dar venedik'in sokağından
pi- pi-pi-piramidin en dibi dolu fare
ucuz hareketler, ezdim ayağımla

çiz yaz
moruk, arabistan gibi doldur cepleri
yok kıstas
bmw xdrive, gtr nissan gibi
gör ankaradan istanbulu
kafamda kalmadı kuruntudan pare
kalbim dar venedik'in sokağından
piramidin en dibi dolu, oğlum, fare
ucuz hareketler, ezdim ayağımla

çi- çi-çi-çiz yaz
moruk, arabistan gibi doldur cepleri
yok kıstas
bmw xdrive, gtr nissan gibi
gör ankaradan istanbulu
kafamda kalmadı kuruntudan pare
kalbim dar venedik'in sokağından
piramidin en dibi dolu fare
basit hareketler, ezdim ayağımla

çi- çi-çi-çiz yaz
moruk, arabistan gibi doldur cepleri
yok kıstas
bmw xdrive, gtr nissan gibi
gör ankaradan istanbulu
kafamda kalmadı kuruntudan pare
kalbim dar venedik'in sokağından
piramidin en dibi dolu, oğlum, fare
basit hareketler, ezdim ayağımla

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

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