I like holes. If i don’t like dat hole i make another

Lyrics

Came back just to kill and commit war crimes
Fuckers try to cut me they don't know my ties
I don't wanna battle
Wanna bleed of him of his life
If you step on my toes I'll gut you with my knife

Oh these fuckers obsessed
Oh these fuckers obsessed
They want all of my blood and won't settle for less
RIP HIS HEART THROUGH HIS CHEST
RIP HIS HEART THROUGH HIS ---------

Blood on your hands
10 bullets to your face
Fuck you and your friends
Imma leave em all to rest
Stomp out his head
And treat him like a pest
Imma take 20 bullets
Then cave out his chest

Anyone's villainous
Bring em down to my level
Is bringing down to the devil
never surrounded by gentle ass mother fuckers
are duckin just to get hit by the dozen
growin up hated by others
I never needed what wasn't already
cut up unloved and 
I'm just a shell with a spirit
Always been cussin and fearing that I'm the reason I'm bleeding
Always been fucked up believing that I could see more in people
Now I'm just stuck with these problems with no one else that can solve em 
And if you see me still coughin its cuz I been in withdrawal since all of these thoughts in my consciousness getting tangled by offerings that been made by the devil somebody get me a shovel, I'm tryna bury my struggles in 20 tons worth of gravel

WHAAT

20 TIES TO UNRAVEL
TURNING LIFE TO A BATTLE
ILL FUCKING STEP ON YOUR NECK
IF IT CAN GET ME A PADDLE
AND MAKE IT BACK TO A FRAGILE CASTLE
RULED BY A BROKEN MASTER
IM COPING WITH ROPE AND LAUGHTER
IM HOPING FOR MORE DISASTER

BLOOD
DO IT ALL FOR THE BLOOD
DO IT ALL FOR THE PAIN
IM OFFING MY LOVE
IM GOING INSANE
IM GOING INSANE

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
10 BULLETS TO YOUR FACE
FUCK YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS
IMMA LEAVE EM ALL TO REST

STOMP OUT HIS HEAD AND TREAT HIM LIKE A PEST
IMMA TAKE 20 BULLETS THEN CAVE OUT HIS CHEST

D13.

D13. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

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"JESUS LOVE YOU BUT I DON'T"(prod. pranav)

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CXCAINE
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Wh!te Powder Homicide

Lyrics:

I don’t think ain’t nobody really fucking with me
Said forget about a hundred, bitch I need a hundred fifty
And even on a Monday bitch I run it up and get it
Turned nothing into something mother fucker I been winning

So I got to move right, all black fit in the night
Got a pistol grip, I don’t need no knife
But the blade been tucked, it don’t read no rights
Better close your eyes, you won’t see no lights

I’m a boss in this bitch, all this been mine
Running up a bag way bigger than size
Godzilla havoc, money talk madness
I’m a cold savage with a couple hundred bad bitches

I’m flowing and I really wrote it, you rappers bogus
I got it, I ain’t got to show it mother fuckers know it
I’m really riding with a thang and a couple of loads
I made this money and it came with a couple of hoes

All black bag, all black mask
I been really moving round like I’m Batman
Glock 9 tucked, fist up, fuck a hashtag
Cross mine get fucked up and smashed in

Turn you fuckers into ashes
Get your hazmat plastic
Cause this a toxic flow, I be gassing
I got toxic hoes with no average
And if you rock with those then what’s happening?
I’m living fast, bitch, I been splashing

Expensive habits, running up a bag on my own
And I’m finna ball, mother fuckers blowing up the phone
And your bitch called, told me she be coming out her clothes
Wanting me to come through, I told her ass hold on

I’m riding presidential like I’m supposed to
Haters real mad but they soft like tofu
I’ma get cash, bitch, it’s what I’m gonn do
Rip X, LLJ this was for you

Toxic (x4)

She like KIDR, you toxic
Babe please don’t stop it
And you know how I’m rocking
Running up bags lil bitch I been popping

She like KIDR, you toxic

Toxic (x7)

TOXIC (KIDR REMIX) [prod. xxxtentacion]

This song was Co-Produced by Kill Dyll and Pranav.Wav
Everything down to the cover art was collaborated on

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JFK.©
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𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Say good night
Cuz' this 45 tucked
Aim down sight
Imma drain that blood

Imma donate brains
To your car headrest
JFK
You don't need no vest

Bitch!

Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace
Fuck you and your sympathy
I just wanna die in peace

Givin a motherfucker what they need
Not what they want
They need to shut the fuck up
So their teeth is what I stomp

Watch him su su studder
When I'm changing up my tone
Dyll is the beheader
If you try to take my throne

Overthrown the lames
So now I'm at where I belong
He's blessed fuckin breathing
But he's not blessed for very long

Fuck you, your façade, is showing like its bomb
I'm blowing up like the taliban
Tally up all my arms
I'm constantly underfire
I'm wired to kill em all
You fuckers are petty liars
Imma purging em til I'm gone

You got a big ass forehead
Fuck you feelins im morbid
Runnin my church no Mormon
Tie him to the car and floor it
Kill a whole man and move on
Sippin that tea that oolong
Hate little kids like Kumon
Hole in yo head don't move wrong

Holo through his head if he talk about some goofy shit
Lay him down with lead hoe in a hooligan
Who again I'm the the nigga that would go and shoot again
Find where you stay burn your crib make you move again
I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I

Obviously probably a mufuckin prodigy
Hold the gun solemnly keep yo apology
Skin him to death and then watchin his body bleed
Killing that boy for a want and not just the need
When you with me make sure you talkin properly
You are not human to me you my property
Been a whole god so nobody is stoppin' me
Pastor pranav or at least call me father p

Kick from the k got my wrist feelin sore
I got holo after holo leave that boy on the floor
Imma kool aid man through the wall or a door
Put the knife to his head till he dead kill the whore

I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide
Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I
I don't know so I am slow el ey dying
Talk bout the smoke but you always just typing
Sharpen my nails but this world has been filing
Walk what I talk and bitch and I'm always smiling

JFK - Kill Dyll x Pranav.Wav (Prod. Kill Dyll + Pranav.Wav)

S!CK FVCK.©
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Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Imma shoot
If he flinch
Just an inch
That's a mistake (Missed take)
Ribcage
Split open his chest just like I'm Liu Kang
Spittin fire
Draggin(dragon)
All of my dead ops like I'm still on an island
When shits gettin violent I know that you silent
cuz there's only one real survivor

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

All my enemies are really just todlers
tuck em in to sleep with no posture
do not try to look at me I'm no model
Lookin at my role no fold, I'm not proper
what the fuck you want from me
I'm honestly so fuckin sick 
You condescending pricks
get off my dick
I'll sucker punch your fuckin face and leave your body fuckin stiff

Put a quarter sized hole in his chest
Call it payback that's my revenge
Fuckers wanna play like this is chess
I been deep blue, while you're gettin pressed

Fuckers been livin in prison
I'm gettin the bread
Lookin at heaven I'm dead and I'm never gettin in
Fuckers been telling me that i'm better off dead
Noted, I know that you never gettin any head

Bitch I ain rich so what
Everybody act so tuff
Imma leave em all fucked up
Imma leave em all fucked up

Bitch I ain rich so what
Everybody act so tuff
Imma leave em all fucked up
Imma leave em all fucked up

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

S!CK FVCK

NVMB.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

If that fucker wanna roll up better bring your best
got a 12 gauge put a whole through his chest
mother fucker think he tough til his whole squad dead
put a cave in his dome cuz he pose not threat

(Lighter)

WE DONT SMOKE ON NO CALI
WE JUST TOKE ON YOUR FRIENDS
LEAVE A PUSSIE IN HIS CASKET
FILL THAT FUCKER UP WITH LEAD

IM FEELIN
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB

IM FEELIN
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB

IM FEELIN

Love for a fake, no I can't love a ho
Life's what you make it but life is a joke
consume what they give you
they give you the scraps raise your cholesterol making you fat

Land of the free
no the land of the sick
die on the table
who am i to forgive

Insurance was denied 
why do i even live
A cow thats designed to entice all the rich

And they watch us feast on eachother
with no leash, in the gutter
watch them beat, for some water
Death to the system while gutting your brother

You make me sick to my stomach everyday
I see ants stepping all on eachother to get paid
I might FUCK YOUR FACE WITH THIS M16
Yeah CLEANSE THIS WORLD OF THE SCUM I SEE

IM FEELIN
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB

IM FEELIN
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB
NUMB

FUCK THIS WORLD
FUCK THIS PLACE
AND FUCK THIS SYSTEM
I MIGHT STAGE A SU!C!DE TO ALL THE RICH ONES

TREAT A WEALTHY PIECE OF SHIT LIKE HES A VICTIM
POINT MY 9 RIGHT AT HIS HEAD AND LET IT RIP
HUH
LET IT RIP
LET IT RIP
HUH
LET IT RIP
LET IT RIP
HUH

LET IT RIP
LET IT RIP
LET IT RIP
HUH HUH

NVMB

NVMB. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

SMOKE OPPS NOT CIGS

pranav.wav x Kill Dyll - "SMOKE OPPS NOT CIGS"(prod. pranav + kill dyll)

FVCK LIVING [PROD. KYOTO KAMI]

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)

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

19 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 x Kill Dyll - "SMOKE OPPS NOT CIGS"(prod. pranav + kill dyll)

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