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Running Around In Circles (Prod. delusionvll)

Had to do it, one more time, once again.

Prod, master & art. @sneaky_haxor

77HOMICIDE [PROD. SNEAKY]

6th song off 8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY
Featuring: @Sxmpra

Lyrics:
What’s the similarity between dark humor jokes and my dead cousin?
They’ll never get old

gettin a thrill 
Outta bein a
Fuckin menace at will 
Graffiti artist 
Hacker
Klepto vandal 
Keepin it real
Tag your pad
And steal your automobile 
Park that shit 
And strip your wheels
People regurgitate buzz words 
Like flip and drop ship
Fuck all of that 
I’m just 
down to shop lift 

oh my fucking god 
i hear some rappers claimin schizophrenic 
when they don’t got it
they just con artists 
calling themselves
 a lunatic 
it gives me 
secondhand embarrassment 
Cause i would give this shit up in a second
this mental illness ain’t a relic


Hahaha 

When I wake up
I wish I could just clock right back out 
I feel like I’ve let so many people down
But then I realize 
IT only Matters if I’m 
The one who’s Proud 
Fuck this mental health
Its not even health 

If you think about it
The brain named itself 

Brain fog
You can see it in my Complexion 
Depleted of all Serotonin 
I’m the fuckin villain
Main character In this life bitch
But I’m the antagonist 
All these fuckas just puppets 
They just 
Going through the motions

all you motherfuckers counterfeit 
all you gotta say is bullshit 
horseshit
really not about it
never been batshit
ain’t ready for no bid 
you wouldn’t hesitate to switch
just a fucking bitch 
suck my fucking dick
all talk no action
Wouldn’t survive a day in corrections 
Yet you’re the quickest to start Confrontation


**SXMPRA SAYS SOME MAGICAL WORDS**

restrain the killer in my brain
OR IMMA BRING PAIN
all you do is bitch
moan 
complain 
all i do is vent 
drugs 
and slang

Slain Interlude (ft. Sxmpra) [Prod. NetuH]

Produced by Hoax
Lyrics & Vocals by Red Dot, D0XX, & OverDos
Mixing/Mastering by Red Dot & Hoax
Cover Art by Hoax & Red Dot

GET UP & FVGHT

GET UP & FVGHT (feat. D0XX) (Prod. Hoax)

FAUST (feat. Undead Ronin)[prod. Blunt Christ]

prod. sixthells

What's the cost of your life
Do the same shit everyday
I'm the ghoul in the night, here to take your pain away
And your misery won't make you bleed and I won't ever say shit
All of your secrets are safe, buried where your brain is
Tell the devil that I'm going to hell and back
Put the reaper in the bag, pistol whip it for the cash
Driving on the highway, she put her feet on the dash
Flying to the island so we escape all the masses

Baby please don't go yeah your nose is bleeding
She got horns like the devil I'm torn to pieces
I was stuck in a cage but I'm still getting paid, aye
Wake up every morning like what can I say

Bitch, what you talking bout
I can't hear you now
Yeah, turn the beat so loud, I can feel the sound
For everyone who doubt, put you in a ground
Yeah, shoot a couple rounds, never break a vow

Sip the wine all night, outside, no wait
Everybody don't cry, don't lie, don't fake
Everytime you drive by, I'm fly they ain't
Tell me what's the fucking problem I'm wide awake
Sip the wine all night, outside, no wait
Everybody don't cry, don't lie, don't fake
Everytime you drive by, I'm fly they ain't
Tell me what's the fucking problem I'm wide awake
Sip the wine all night, outside, no wait
Everybody don't cry, don't lie, don't fake
Everytime you drive by, I'm fly they ain't
Tell me what's the fucking problem I'm wide awake

nosebleed

THE FOG [prod. Undead Ronin]

HYPOCRISY [prod. Undead Ronin]

prod rulz
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by @savagewav

Lyrics:
Semi automatic 
Hanging out the fucking window 
Imma kill a bitch boy 
Turn his hoe into a widow 
Imma shoot him in the head 
& It really is that simple 
Put some holes all in his face 
& It’s something like a dimple

With the barrel to his head 
Imma pop him in the temple 
We gon walk up on his body
& make sure we leave him crippled 
My hearts cold like an icicle
Y’all know prophet is a sicko
I think all y’all got the memo
That I always got extendo’s 

They gon outline his dead body 
But it won’t be with a pencil
& I took him out so quickly 
It was like early dismissal 
My rifle bullets like missles 
I promise that I won’t miss you 
223’s rip through the tissue 
30 clip’s gon solve the issue 

Blow my pistol like a whistle
Heater burn em let it sizzle 
We gon wet em like a drizzle 
Shoot his head under the pillow 
Leave his body in the willow
Now his soul is going below
Welcome to the fucking killzone 
I just love it when the blood flows 

Take his body 
To my home 
Imma take away 
yo hope 
Feed my dog 
the human bones 
different breed
one of my own 
catch a body 
make a post
fully auto 
with a scope 
1911 in chrome 
Put some shots 
into your dome 

Bitch I’m sliding like a slope 
popped it at him and he froze 
Hollow tips ripped off his nose 
Where’s his body? No one knows 
Y’all know how it fucking goes 
Prophet killing all the foes  
And I always stay ten toes 
That’s cuz I could never fold 

be the same even when old 
got this shit locked in a hold 
Don’t act up don’t get too bold 
Watch me make his body roll 
got the heat if you want smoke 
Leave you hanging from a rope 
Put his body in a furnace 
turn the heat up like a stove

KILLZONE

Who is that with all the static? Breaking in the Vatican 
Human erratic dramatic, psychedelic pathogen
Holy War traumatic, dogmatic Im breaking in the den
Semi-automatic the devil, sporadic panicking

Sorry you dont like the message, cryptically teaching a lesson
Speech is a cynical weapon, spreading them lies like a reverend 

Let go all hope from the get go
You wont live to see tomorrow
Shed no tears, empty sorrow
No more time for you to borrow

I cant tell you the truth
If I did youd grab the noose
Cant prepare for despair
Just pray that you dont lose

You rappers talk crazy like you really something, reality hits in the street
Kill me like kennedy, death is my remedy
9 milli tempting me, zip up the body bags and dump in the creek

Light the joint and circle back
Shell shocked like a turtle back 
Cock it back my brain intact
Power like the tesseract 

Get off of my dick, Ive been dodging all these petty bitches
You aint on shit, Gucci repping pansies sleep in ditches

I DIED IN 2016 (PROD. ZEETERNAL X ESTOGANG)

Patricks Tombstone

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