Name: "CHUNGE MONGE" Feat. Kill Dyll (prod.pranav) by pranav.wav
Duration: 2 min 40 s
Description: munge

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[Verse 1: XVOOTED]
Stick wita stick
Its a blick on my dick
How he gon talk when a nigga ain't shit
Glock wita beam be green when i hit
Came wita blade and a emo bitch
666 likes slits on wrist
TH TH TH like vooted got lisp
Silencer bitch i dump the clip
16 shots its hollowtips
STI AND SRT
NIGGAS TRYNA BE LIKE ME
Sending shots up at that V
And K gotta big scope
Bullet holes left on their windows
Swinging wita choppa and im aiming at my damn foes

[Chorus]
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)

[Verse 2: OMXNEMO]
Make em do a backflip
I’ll put em in a casket
They got me going batshit
Can't pipe a thot who ratchet
Guess what shawty
I am a psycho
I still live life like a maso
You think you hid your intentions
I read you like a typo
So lil bitch
Pull up pull up, yeah
You ain't gon do shit
Suit up suit up, yeah
Im on my ego trip
Dance motherfucker dance
And catch a pistol whip
12 lookin where you went
But you do not exist

She gon recite her confessions
While this bitch live in my mentions
I just divert my attention
And kick her out the collection
Watch us stackin
Body after body after body after lighter, uh
Dancin in the flames
I’m drunk and sippin apple cider, uh

[Chorus]
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)
He gon backflip (yuh)

[Verse 3: AUXXIE47]
It’s mr pull on your block wait SKRRRT I’m here bitch
Empty out that clip , start the car , then the gear shifts
I’m blacked out blacked out, I don’t hear shit
Tapped out, tapped out on frank mir shit
Wait it’s too bloody on the floor bitch
Corpses are decaying where there’s bullets on the floor bitch
Plus I put my dick inside a girl she was yo bitch
Yaddayaddayadda she a hoe bitch
Shots shots shots shots shots shots
We want shots shots shots shots shots shots
Do not grab the fucking water, we want shots shots shots
Lil Bitch we bout to burn it’s gettin hot hot hot
Yeah online she bad , bad bitch
Real life she trash catfish
Your soul is mine have it
Dead star we live savage

BACKFLIP - OMXNEMO (ft. XVOOTED + Auxxie47) (prod. krose + guardian)

BLOODSTAIN ft. KILL DYLL

CHUNGE MUNGE

"CHUNGE MONGE" Feat. Kill Dyll (prod.pranav)

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ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED

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NX FACE.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎: https://www.instagram.com/killxdyll/
𝑻𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌: https://www.tiktok.com/@kill_dyll?lan...
𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓: https://twitter.com/kill_dyll
𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅: https://soundcloud.com/kill_dyll


𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

If that pussy think he cold
Here's robitussin
I'm sick of all these nothins actin like they onto somethin
Motherfucker watch them fold
Like he was bluffin
Stomp out his esophogus
Now there's no damn discussion

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

Dyll is the enemy
Wanted for fame and defending me
Fuckers are really deceiving me
Funny you fuckers all really just envy me
I don't need pennies
I need you to die
You can not stop me by offering dimes
Mother fucker really wanted to die
Grantin that wish
And I'm splittin his mind
Pertain to the vein inside his brain
Fuck it Imma bang like a aneurysm ay
Mother fuckers lame I don't play with the k's
Only one more that would make it racisist 
I don't play with bassist
Only play with bass
Give me room I need some fuckin space
6 Decibel ain't enough to play
And I don't bluff Ok?
but I will fuck your day
Put a 45 right inside his brain

Watch him run when I fuckin spray
Duck and cover you will fuckin pay
You're the roach and I'm the fuckin raid
You're the shit and I'm the 10 to Ace
Watch his life go right down the drain

Imma fuck your face with the damn 45
Lookin at the pain
And the pain don't mind
Mother fuckers so damn sick in the brain
Look at the fuckers that runnin the bank
Look at the fuckers that runnin your time
Takin your money and takin your life
Lining up pockets with commas of mine
Fuck I might leave em deceased in my mind

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE 

NO FACE
NO CASE
WATCH A MOTHER FUCKER FOLD
NO FADE

NX FACE. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

SUPPORT GASHUM

SOUNDCLOUD
@gashum
SPOTIFY
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INSTA
www.instagram.com/gashvm/?hl=en

BAKI // ROT©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

We are not the fuckin same
Don't compare me to no copies
No competition, Cuz I killed them like I'm Baki

Nobodies talk, all I hear is the static
Actin all hard, til they hear automatics
Pray to your God, if you got one then stop it
I'm sick of the fuckers, that talk like they got it

Talkin that shit say it once then he froze
Saying it twice, get him shot akimbos
Thirsty for cloud, like you fuckers are Hoes
Get off of my dick, lil bitch you get hosed 

Leave me alone
I hate when I see that you’re calling my phone
You all did me wrong
You talked down on me right inside of my home
I cut to the bone
To feel anything cause i’m always so numb
I pull out the gun and place it right inside my mafucking dome

I don’t care what you say
Look into my eyes do you think I fucking play
I know 100 different ways I could take apart your face
I hope you know I'd never lack I keep a blade right on my waist okay

I do all this for fun
I got this bitch on her knees like a nun
you pussy i know if i pull up you’ll run


Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin

Came with the flows
Never came for the Hoes
Fame til it blows
Propane to the nose

Fuck what they think
What they say
What they know
Cocaine in the brain of the lames and the foes

Duckin n fuckin up all the fakes til they go

Mother fuckers are lucky I'm feelin great
Overdose

Can you run it I wonder 
You lookin slow in the dome

Put a 40 inside of it then we wait til it blows

Wait til the fade put a Cave in his face

Mother fuckers wanted pain you God damn disgrace

Illuminati I'm catching body on body

I never thought he was salty only wanted a hobby

Shout the pastor he claiming the south
My brother in Europe Kiraw is about to take over anyways

Fuck all the clout
We make it the petty way with or without 

Never came for the money only came for the woes
Rain for the funny 23s to the dome

We makin the money makin capitol
If that boy keep on cappin
I'm cappin his dome

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

BAKI // ROT (ft. Gashum)

2001©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Kick my mother fuckin jaw
I dont wanna feel a thing
Put me in a cage
Lock me up with all the beasts
So gone
Ive been feeling so lost
Pump me full of chemicals
I wanna be gone

Look into my eyes and tell me just what you see
I been feelin pain
I never wanted to breathe
What youve really done is nothin but od
What you really want is nothing  but money
I never wanted to live
I never wanted to seethe
But seeing you makes me sick

Im sick of the same shit
Im sick of the same friends
Im sick of the same fuckers
That tellin me im dead
Tell me im sick

Fuckin it up
Im runnin it up
moneys never been better
I know that theyre gettin fed up
But pockets are getting setup
From medicine
All these sedatives makin me really pedaling
Drugs that are fuckin federal 
Metals are steady sellin and

Suckin it up
I wonder what
Everybody will think
When they notice we are making a generation extinct

Givin them more pain
And giving them morphine
And making them more feens
The feens that want more things

Like fuck
I dont wanna know what you did
I dont wanna know what you think

God damn
I dont wanna know what you did
I dont wanna know what you think

Sick to my stomach
He wanted to fight
And he fought for the flag
But the flag undermines

Go to a war
With the barrel down range
Cuz He wanted to feel
Like a part of a change

But where is the change
In the kid that was killed
When Look at his face
And his name was Amir

He noticed the red and the beep
It was clear
He was a lamb for the nation of fear

Sent back to home
But his conscious was smeared
Vivid depictions of hell on a sphere

The war gave him pain that he needed to fix
Swallow the oxy prescribed, in 06
Hooked him til death
Cuz he couldnt forget
Amir was the age of his daughter
Whats left

Two countries in ruins
But one of thems rich
capitalism just thrives of the sick

Fight
Fight
Fight
Til the end
End
End
End

2001

Stream - https://too.fm/d6qamxx
Hosted by : Scream Rap
produced by : @CRMSYN

Lyrics:

God 
Aye shoutsout my block in this bitch (Gang)
Know what’s going on
Yuh aye, gang gang gang 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

Stitches on your mouth, don’t want no lip 
I’m outside, just wanna rip bitch
Both my wrists look fucking sick 
Slit pattern for the drip 
Disc shattered from the kick 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

If you’re 2 years old can’t give a fuck, can’t trust a fuckin soul
I’ll put a bullet through a fucker I don’t trust, don’t wan’t see ‘em old
I’ll put hollow through your grandma if she actin really bold
I’ll put a bullet through your pitbull if he looking fuckin swole
Dyll is crazy like heart attack
Pop a vein inside my mother fuckin neck
All these fucker’s really wanna be the best
But they nothing more than a just couple pest’s
I’m the best with the pesticides, insecticide 
Direct another pest or fly, I question life
Like what am I doin I know I’m flawed but pursuing
Everything I can in this life, all ruins
All fake all foes i’ll break all toes
You mother fuckers lame
I put fucker taking shit right down the mother fuckin range
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you fucker sounds the same
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you always passing blame

He thought he could run, from the lead
And it still filled him
Bitch you ain’t gon live through the night 
I’m with Kill Dyll
Make her fucking lick it off that carpet when that blood spill 
Shotty fucking hit him in his stomach, make him cartwheel (Fuck)
I know that I make em nervous 
Molly up the bank
Like will he live, nobody knows for certain
I could resurrect him a savior
Your block get taped up with caution 
And i’m feeling nauseas cause

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

Scorched Earth

y i hav no frnds

y i hav no frnds (feat. Kill Dyll)

"Swang Da Do" (Prod. Starr)

20  year old rapper/producer/artist pranav.wav embraced a loud and aggressive sound from the start, working with his homemade dark beats and explosive drops. His lyrics skewed towards violence and sheer rage on much of his work, resulting in a viral hit with a single off his album, "HIT KIDS NOT JUULS" . With consistent releases and improving quality, he has done several shows and even featured in tours with artists such as Nascar Aloe and Kill Dyll. Pranav produces all his beats, creates his cover art, writes his lyrics, engineers his songs, and records his vocals all on his laptop - in a DIY car studio. Moving out to do music full-time after high school was his plan; he did just that and is currently living in his own place doing what he loves.

"CHUNGE MONGE" Feat. Kill Dyll (prod.pranav)

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