PASTOR PRANAV

pimp in my crocs

pimp in my crocs (prod. pranav)

got a blue face but im making blue face

got a blue face but im making blue face (prod. pranav)

I EAT HUMANS CAUSE I AM WHAT I EAT

I EAT HUMANS CAUSE I AM WHAT I EAT (Feat. Kent Osborne)(prod. pranav)

MURDER!

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MUSIC VIDEO !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPwSqXBZPMs

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MURDER!

Stream: https://hypeddit.com/nikkoscream/bastardpsalm
Hosted by: Scream Rap
Produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

Okay you a bastards spilt cum (huh)
Fatherless, bottemless palms in a pill bottle
Want something to bomb
I raise hell full throttle 
I don't be writing my songs, I black out
All my niggas back out from the dirt
One word, cost your life 
Was it worth it?
Print press, blood stain both on a shirt
Dust up, run up, one up, DONE
Cut up, fucker, what up SON ?

Bitch made, like you got castrated 
I done went up baby tell me how my ass tastes (uh)
Big veins I been training all day 
Knock your ass out 
Tell me Annie are you okay 
They put tape down
Rollin loud, all up through the towns 
I got my face out, running routes
Wonder what you bout 
Hide the spouse, I feed knives to children
Diligent villain, my conquest requires a bomb vest
And whatever the psalm says it what you will do 
I got Lazarus on the 1s and 2s 
And I got mad bitches ass quaking rooms 
So you dont wanna test up it'll be your doom 
Alright can't pass, hold my breath I move in silence
Outside and the moon is high
Can't stop now, every step I take is violence
Violent till the day I die

Okay you a bastards spilt cum (huh)
Fatherless, bottemless palms in a pill bottle
Want something to bomb
I raise hell full throttle 
I don't be writing my songs, I black out
All my niggas back out from the dirt
One word, cost your life 
Was it worth it?
Print press, blood stain both on a shirt
Dust up, run up, one up, DONE
Cut up, fucker, what up SON ?

Bastard Psalm

production: Gullyspit

Lyrics: 
Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 1: 
that’s a misfire
that’s a setback
I bet that 
stitch what you can save and put the rest inside my backpack
got fun in little bottles you have that 
come on back inside and grab a blunt
got pretty girls, you like they ass fat?

i be fucking toxic
i know they hate guts 
i might stay on drugs
smoke these roaches to the nubs
pretty people in my dm's
lot of black inside my lungs
i know they wanna see me rotten
wanna fill me up slugs 

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 2: 
off the jump
need a lift come suck me up
i been waiting for minute 
every finger needs a gun
i can’t deal with more attention
but attention is so fun
you the type to run your mouth
I’m the type to make you run
it’s okay though
cause i got pockets full of bands
i got money for a second till it burns right out my hands
empty stomach like my gas tank
concrete all on my land
i got weapon that been handmade
using printers from Japan

but today
honestly today 
I feel a bomb
my face got a mask
don’t say you scared of this gun
i just need a bit a time 
this moment won’t be for long
put the money in the bag or open wide for the pump

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

On The Road

Written and produced by Gullyspit

Lyrics coming soon

Kowloon

DANCE WITH THE POSSUM

slay af

Prod me

really been thru the mud yea I ain even have dat
u ain good 4 nun but dat shitty ass cap rap 
hadda run from the cops I had drugs in my back pack 
700ug I don’t remember where my tabs @

I was really outside bro where was u @?
o u talking shit again lemme go spin back 😂
got cuh all mad typing in all caps 
i don’t give no fucks n that’s what u lack 
broke lil kids posted up in a stolo
cookin up beats while im sipping 4loko
Focused on my life n u focused on hoes tho
u will never catch me begging for sum pussy that’s a no no 
Why they all up on my dick please tell me what’s the reason 
Ima roll back2back this skinny blunt szn 
Don’t think I ain’t see I promise I’m peepin 
I couldn’t even tell U where a opp bitch sleeping 
Ima smoke on this gas till my lungs start wheezing 
You act like a dickhead n then wonder why they leaving 
yall sum internet kids I ain’t doing no beefing 
Come try my turtles n I’ll really get to beamin
just a bunch of mad hoes and they ears stay steamin 
You are not nun special get back to the dreamin 
I popped 3 pills like bitch I’m fiending 
I’m a man of my word when I tell you I mean it 
Think you know my life but u ain’t even seen it 
Just know if I shoot this shot Ima green it 

if I bring up God them demons start tweaking 
yea I love pills but I don’t need it

IcouldnteventellU

No Evidence

No Evidence W/ LXXIV + TR3 (Prod. Mystxry)

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.