theyre rotting my brain love </3 </3

prod. nick mira

Goodbye & Good Riddance

All Girls Are The Same

keep a head fulla acid doing lots of drugs ready to die ... 🦇🥀🦇🥀

mix and mastered by @Lilteardropz

Gundam Corpse Vol.1 

Ten Tabs (Prod.josh Petruccio)

Sad Boy Hours

O L D T O M E N E W T O Y O U

Lyrics:
I get out of my bed, and go get my bread, come back home for some head. Its a new day baby, my scenes will
never be fading, dirty dancer like swazye, im crazy, my cadence is caving in your skull after the dynamite
blasts your mine shafts, fire in the hole. I grow from the seeds that sew this landscape of my mind, I glitter,
slick spitter, beautiful like a butterfly. I climb up your spine sorta like the sensation of a goosebump, RL stine, let
the beat bump inside. Ear drums ringing, my heart is singing for our bodies to collide, ride the wave, against the
way I pave with grace. I lace every word with a new substance, 

Terrence Mckenna, i am the doctor, come to my clinic to get a check up and prescription
to make your soul glisten and thicken, feel the friction of different shapes and patterns
rub against the waves of matter

clash against the titans, my grip tightens around the microphone, playin the xylophone on the rib cage of 
a xenophobe, Xena esque warrior take em to the corner to greet em home, homie im bout to eat the globe like
Galactus, active never passive no matter the factors, rap raptor doctor Ian Malcolm laughter, your art is
a disaster Tommy Wiseau, you better get wise ho, my mind is harder to dissect than dark souls, I gotta dark soul
introspective lecture to brighten my scope of perception. I'm letting life's spectrum carry me into the waves
away from deception. combating against my mortality,  sub zero morality, rip out your spine with rhyme 
fatality

another causality for the custodial faculty, such a messy scene, my eyes have 
seen terrible dreams but I still let my soul gleam, I glow and sparkle,
and I am very partial to the brew, chop and screw these artists into stew

Onto the right path as I write raps, call me the next Sylvia Plath, I dissect tracks and insert facts
blast through the vocabulary, drinking wine in a cemetery next to where my soul is buried, I carry the
burden of a very bitter brain, I can be sweeter if I just remain focused, token on that J RR Tolkien, I'm the
lord of this ring, and I'm about to bring a smack down on your candy ass until you sing for mercy, I'm dirty
and murky, a rough and messy blurry eyed cat on a psychedelic journey, purging these bad thoughts, fuck the cops
bitch

Bombastic Braggadocio

New place, new vibes.

  Cover Art by Nick Luongo

style 11(Life)

my whip clean my chain heavy
my bitch bad but im still broke
got no clout got no fans 
my page dead but theres still hope (2x)

like uh aye run it up 
fill up the crowd like a double cup 
nigga talk shit, tell him shut it up 
tell the lil bit to come back it up (2x)

back at it no crack addict 
but i spit erractic tryna flood a patik 
tryna make a movie
tryna cop a ruby 
bitch i feel bron 
in 13 
thats a second ring 
need more tings 
chains for the gang 
school for my sisters
crib for mamma 
whip for my papa 
real generous when hit it rich 
but fucc friends 
gotta keep it sr8 
bc in the end all the niggas h8
so go cut em off 
fore them niggas skate 
we gon let em hate 
they gon kiss rang 
and respect the name 
til then imm stay chilling tho 
and u kno a nigga still lyrical 
she dont fw me she a silly hoe 

my whip clean my chain heavy
my bitch bad but im still broke
got no clout got no fans 
my page dead but theres still hope (2x)

like uh aye run it up 
fill up the crowd like a double cup 
nigga talk shit, tell him shut it up 
tell the lil bit to come back it up (2x)

none of these niggas can fuck w me 
now all they bitches in luv w me 
now a nigga living comfortably 
they used to acting so ugly 
now losers looking up to me yuh (2x)

still broke (prod. kevin katana)

Beat Producer, Sample vinyls, Hit me up. 
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style 11(Life)

Plain Ol' Zach

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