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YUNG-RARE ☢️  - BLOWCAINE! W/ 94BRIZZY (Prod. Brian Spencer & Shoki)

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Lyrics

Fuck your degree
I'm makin 800
And spittin in C's
These pussies confronted
I'm just a disease
Killin my opponents
I don't give a fuck what you say you're a 
RODENT!

Aimin at his stomach and I turn him to a donut
If I'm gettin money Imma get a smile sewn in
Cut to the chase I'm the one with the cheddar
Put him in a maze he ain't know any better
Kill Dyll on a killing spree
I'm in too deep
You really wanna talk to me
Get lost bc
I'm sick of all you gossipy
lip glossing' Bs
apostrophes
flipped back makin commas out you constantly

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK

(XTAHC Verse)

Uh, XTAHC the death of me,
will prolly be
the best day for my enemies
I'm planning B
like a nigga during pregnancy
soprano c
when a nigga mom is screamin please
you R I P E,
don't forget to eat,
dumb nigga fruit fell off the tree
gun bullet shoot right his artery
now pardon me

YUH

HIT EM WITH A 3 1 4 1 5.
IF YOU UNDERSTAND I AINT TALKIN BOUT PI.
PULL OUT MY BLADE AND THEN HIT IN HIS EYE.
YOU GOT A PROLLEM? LETS TAKE IT OUTSIDE.
I DONT WANNA HEAR YA AINT GOT TIME FOR YA BULLSHIT.
AFTER I HIT YOU I EMPTY A FULL CLIP.
NOTHING EVEN MATTERS I SAY A BUNCH OF RUDE SHIT.
YOU WANNA SHOOT ME THEN NIGGA COME DO IT.

(Chorus)

FUCK
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LIFE

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LIFE

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LIFE

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LIFE

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LIFE

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LIFE

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LIFE

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(Pranav.Wav Verse)

Hey

Where did the music go?

Put it Back

Yeah
Yeah
YEAH

FUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
LIFE

FUCK
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LIFE

FUCK
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LIFE

FUCK
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LIFE

FVCK LIFE.

FVCK LIFE. (ft. XTAHC & Pranav.Wav)

CHUNGE MUNGE

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

pranav.wav

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

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.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll & Pranav.Wav 2022

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.©
All Rights Reserved
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

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

ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED

"ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED" (prod. pranav)

TOKYO GHOUL!©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Dyll feelin bitter again he diggin the pen to his socket
lookin at him and I see him beggin me to stop it
I live for revenge I'm off of the hinge and I love it
Treating my iron like I've been fire, IM SMOKING

TOKYO GHOUL HOW I RIP UP HIS CHEST
FUCKERS DONT LIVE PAST MY AIM CUZ I'M BLESSED
SCOPIN HIM DOWN THEN IM TAKIN HIS BREATH
THESE FUCKERS ARE CLOWNS SO I TREAT EM LIKE PESTS

I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a

Take somebody's vision precision I never miss
If you think I'm fuckin playin I'm sayin I never kid
Talkin all that smack will get a mother fucker hit
That's why I keep these millimeters on my mother fuckin hip

dyll has been pissin
never forgiving all you motherfuckers
trippin not sipping 
I'm never living with you motherfuckers

me and you are different
I never wanted to love another
radio silence 
I been defiant to you mother fuckers

tokyo ghoul how I'm taking what's left
you fuckers that play with me
playing with death
bitch I'm not like you
I'll fight til I'm dead
bitch im not like you
ill fight til im dead

TOKYO GHOUL HOW I RIP UP HIS CHEST
FUCKERS DONT LIVE PAST MY AIM CUZ I'M BLESSED
SCOPIN HIM DOWN THEN IM TAKIN HIS BREATH
THESE FUCKERS ARE CLOWNS SO I TREAT EM LIKE PESTS

Fuck what they think
What they say I'm a god
Puttin this 9 right inside of his eye
Pussie don't press me I'll leave you dismembered
You prolly don't know me I'm cold as December I'm Dyll

Fuck your feels
Fuck these bitches
Never real
Never real

TOKYO GHOUL! (Prod. 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)

W/ https://www.instagram.com/killxdyll/?hl=en

KILL INC. w/ KILL DYLL

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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)

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

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