IMA KILL THAT BITCH ASS NIGGA IMA SHIT UP ON HIS GRAVE

Featuring @gullyspit (FKA Na$tii)
Produced by Necrolynn

Lyrics:

NECROLYNN

I got Transylvanian Hunger and you're looking like a snack
Imma fill your head with lead, step on your neck and make it snap
Throw your body in the church, turn around and strike a match
Watch the place go up in flames, like a Blaze in the Northern Sky 
(x2)

Your head stuck in the murk, I got all the shit you lack
Born 6 feet in the dirt I'm down to earth I bring the hurt back
You follow me like rats, motherfucker cut me some slack
You pop pills sky high, I shoot you down like FLAK  

Red like a sith, pitch black like Abyssal
Come from beneath, life force artificial
Punch out your teeth, blows fast like a missile
Watch as you bleed then vanish in the night
I'm a knight of the darkest order
Black arts, sacrifice and slow dismemberment

Cover of dusk be my mantle
Into that good night go gentle
Dark dagger in your throat, black metal
I lay down your soul to the gods then I roll

Bodies dropping like its 1349
Pious crying on a shrine, nobody will save you now
Feel the chill running down your spine
As you're looking for a sign but no light comes down

GULLYSPiT

Heads on pikes , it’s on sight 
Fleas and mice, heretics in pits no eyes 
Open wide, say goodnight 
Sinking knives into the swine
Ignite my evil twisted 
Sadomasochistic 
Be my witness 
Crucifix inverted as the bodies fill the trenches  
No henchmen 
I’ll kill you with own two 
God will be my witness
He can’t stomach what you’ll go through 
I’m waiting for the flood 
Hide bodies in the mud 
Death to all the royalty the priests and all the scum 
Black powder on my fingernails syringes in between 
With your palms up to the heavens maybe then you’ll be redeemed 
Undefeated till the blade cut down my wings
No kings
I found you on the throne left you hung up in the streets 
Get on yo knees 
Better yet lay on your back inside a hearse
Like a curse 
Riots in the streets with needles like a nurse 
Feels the Spurs 
Grip you skin 
Make it hurt when I go in 
All the devils down in hell will take your body for spin

MURK FT. GULLYSPIT

GAS STATION BAPTISM

GAS STATION BAPTISM (prod. pranav)

Mixed together some songs I made in 2020-2022

ft corpsecartel

art creds- sludge life
public cuz its fun to listen to

@Digitized_Globe e-show set @YUNGMERCYKILL

Featuring. https://open.spotify.com/artist/17qcgleNjGWZoAqUM0MQHs?si=Z6QACdGFTNaoSV9h6rCMBA

Prod. https://open.spotify.com/artist/2kppis5CDjgY0jeNIFgKUG?si=sS51X7kwQXieT-BX6g2pzw

Art. https://www.instagram.com/ipurex/

From Myspace Deathcore To Screamo Rap | Prod. NetuH

GRAVEWORLD.TV/LIVE

w/ @istasha & @witchouse40k

mixed/mastered by @33marrow

produced by @istasha

TWENTYTHREE x ISTASHA x WITCHOUSE 40K - GRAVEWORLD.TV/LIVE

amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

pranav.wav

JURY DUTY

pranav.wav & yetibear- "JURY DUTY'" (feat. TWENTYTHREE) (prod. pranav + yetibear )

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

official music video

KILLEMALL!!!

Produced by Klimonglue
MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zT9szXyDFw
Have you noticed that spiderwebs look like bullet holes?
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TRIP ON A SPIDERWEB *VIDEO IN DESC*

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.

pranav.wav & yetibear- "JURY DUTY'" (feat. TWENTYTHREE) (prod. pranav + yetibear )

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