AYO THIS IS THE START OF MY JOURNEY DOING EVERYTHING MY SELF!

Prod. TEDDY SLUGZ
Art by. TEDDY SLUGZ

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DESTROY

DESTROY (Prod. TEDDY SLUGZ)

Lyrics
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I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown 
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts,
from the misters  tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
so they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire higher sound
Yeah!
But I dont want you to have a piece of that 
I fuckin hate you you god damn bitch boi you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a sliver from the whole damn sweetness side
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right 
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error 
Born in red under night at 30:10 nursey carer 
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer 
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon 
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you 
For handsome sure he was a mark on world that seems so black to who? you!
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punsishable or bait per  phishable 
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack 
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz

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GO RUN UP THE HOMMIES SHIT @STEMODITY DP GANG 


FT. @STEMODITY
prod. @ISTASHA

LYRICS:
[stemodity]
crawling my way out of a place that stays veiled,
dripping with blood infused with the feeling of betrayal,
somebody's gotta win at the end of the deal,
turned over to the wolves who give a fuck how you feel,
there's ones who break their bones and scrape skin for their next meal,
we're ones to break phones and complain about chemtrails,
can't wash away the shame like blood on the staircase,
finding life a drag, nobody called it a fair race...

wishin for a ticket to get over the nightmare,
got you rotting in your mind, you turn around and it's right there,
leakin, bleedin, screamin, jumpscared by peripherals,
lil stevie can't seem to get a grip on the meaning of control,
sorry bout the sheets,didn't mean to get the blood soaked,
liquor won't wash away the sin but the floods will,
I don't got no problem finding out the vibes
inside the room im leavin soon to my tomb 'fore the doom ensues...

[BRUXISM]
Take Ls and tell tales, (tails),
I'll take heads,
two face(d) bitches with fake nails, and filler in their lips 
Yeah You talk shit, not gon' drink your flavor aid it's toxic,
Don't you look back, right on sight you'll turn to salt bitch,
Uh oh!
Uh oh!
Who's that? who's said what I say ain't sell?
Blowing up my phone like Ted Kazinski sending mail,
Night flyer, cryptic cryptid mystifter,
You can watch the shadows in your cave all you desire,
Scratching the itch, antihistamine,
Listen see, follow my words like scopolamine,
all you need know is not knowing's enough for me,
Others seek knowledge, acknowledgement,  sympathy,
I just kill in cold blood on some Gacy, Bundy, Dalmer shit, 
I am Bruxism's complete lack of humbleness
When the hunted turns hunter you'll learn the word plunder,
it burns, the church crumbles,
the hunchback of nothing,
So sick, I can barely speak, look into my eyes,
Pollution is online and Digital our time...

Border/Line Ft. Stemodity (prod. Istasha The Scrub)

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CONJURING ASHES (PROD. UNREM)

Around the Clock

[VERSE I: CHARLES LEE RAY}

turn this bitch into virginia tech ay
got the chopper just to make 'em wet ay
dynamite around my vest ay
we them G59 terrorists ay
keep throwing threats
and i'll keep yawning
light my cigarette
you just keep on talking
watch where you tread
please watch where you walking
i'm from vietnam better known as new orleans
the smell of death is so, so familiar
i'm that silhouette
that all black figure
grave digger
grey killer
lil cut throat
drag 'em to the river
watch his fucking body float

[VERSE II: RAINDROP WALKA]

two empty pill bottles
i'm fucking ducking
i can't call my plug no more
oh no
but i'll probably say fuck it
oh how i love it
really it ain't for discussion
but the truth ain't that far from it
i keep on bugging
like fuck it ima say it
like fuck it ima fuck up
like fuck it ima "fuck up"
and it's fucked up
it's just my dumb luck
it's just my dumb luck
you'll never put me down more than i have
you'd have been down and it's more than i have
fake fucking smile with the knife in my back
fake fucking child bitch that's just how you act

KILL YOURSELF Part XIII: The Atlantis Saga

HARD TO TELL

[VERSE I: LIL HALF CUT]

galaxies fall when i'm coming down
nobody comes around
i can do no right
20 stories high 
holding up the sky
they want to say goodbye
i just want better times
but i done got replaced
i'm on my own and i'm tired
dreams fall like nothing
dead slow dead 
go on without plunging
i'm so numb
i'm so numb
have you ever been this low?


[VERSE II: LIL LONELY]

i have realized i want to rewind my whole life
it seems fine
i have realized that i am alone
$now leopard wants to freeze and die
winter breath wishing for death in the snow
winter breath wishing for death in the snow
i am zero
anti-hero
winter death
wishing for breath but i choke
whispering help but no one is listening
goddamnit my piss it stings
i'm planning on rebuilding history
rebuild it blissfully
revealing misery

KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga

LEAVE ME ALONE

[VERSE I: NORMAN ATOMIC]

barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me
plague with the wicked ways
it's back to the rapturing
actually capturing souls in a black canteen
open the cap and become blackened
back to the back of the lac
flicking cigarette ash
got a chain made of crack
i smoke diamonds and laugh at yall strapped with the gat
like i'm actually scared to die
pull the fucking trigger
back to the back
eyes rolling back
spent all my racks
spent it on crack
spent it on smack
look where i'm at
ain't going back
ain't going back

[VERSE II: ANTHONY MARS]

got a heart so cold
remember selling dope
remember selling coke
DEA pulled me over
plain cars, plain clothes
i didn't bend an inch, strictly sticking to the code
few years ago, was masked up
robbing stores
i set em up on craigslist, then
robbed em em at the door
i'm at the bottom trying to eat
i got no hope
fuck
big ben's death had my head fucked up
i'm popping roxys with the benzos
chest fucked up
i guess my lucks up

INTROVERSION 2.0

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Mixed and mastered by @officialundeadronin

mother fuckin kill em all 
i sit and watch em fuckin burn 
i murder the fuckin sheep 
then leave yo ass up in an urn
watching as the bodies fall
kill em all 
kill em all
take one step and you will die
there ain’t no man up in the sky

devils perception 
they handle the weapons and seek through the face of deception 
i’m stressing
i’m guessing 
enslaved to tha system 
we shoot and don’t miss em
my brain is abysmal
thoughts always so cynical 
i am atypical 
biblical boundaries 
demons are after me 
they trynna mother fucking take me out
step up to tha reaper 
show me what you bout

i cannot seem to cope
30 fuckin lines bouta make me choke
i hope 
that i fuckin rot slow 
feel them vices take ahold 
you put that rope around ya neck 
then kick the chair and hold your breath
it’s time to meet your fuckin death
sayin your prayers, i rip at ya chest bitch

DEVIL’$ PERCEPTION (PROD. CORPSE X BLACK POINT)

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Around the Clock

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