Produced by AVRXN & WHOTFISJOE
Cover art by AVRXN
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PSYCHO STREET

PSYCHO STREET w/ WHOTFISJOE

First things first i burst in flames and curse your name, never tame sure, faces on a plain shirt
In my lane curve, 2 shots just to make sure
My whole passion is rapping this ain’t game
worm
Squirm, you got some things to learn
How much of your body can fill up this urn?
How much of this fuckboy are we gon need to burn?
Watch his corpse crumble, stomach starting to turn
The boy Ouija, avoid bleeding, the sharks need it
I coined evil and force people with medieval 
Torture methods with swords Im reckless I breath diesel
The opposition get in positions thats known as fetal
From my weed eyes bleed survive these when i squeeze
Tightly your mom screams it can’t be it can’t be if can’t be
Is that how you really feel? I mean
With this flow so quick slow might implode Im so sick
Theres no if its when will i blow theres no tricks
Stand ten toes in an instance, have your whole team froze 
A failed abortion bred for extortion forced upon this world the devil wont endorse this
Porcelain made people the melting pots enormous
Death is so important take your life enjoy it
Can you motherfuckers hop on a beat and not lie?
Can you motherfuckers hop off my meat and not cry?
Every time I tasted defeat I revive
Protect ya neck, or bleed for me
Don’t sweat the technique it’s not sweet b
Wrap your head in bed sheets best believe the
Funeral starts with heavy hearts indeed
Everybody wanna act and rap and cap in that
I am no exception to the fact, this shit is wack
Make metaphors bout shit that Ill never do
Like raping a bitch, taping the shit then make it a clip
I know the money have you changing n shit, fake with the clique
Yeah bitch not me
Your tranquility tranquilize and hypnotize
No military the metal heavy I terrorize

The Missing People Menace Sneaking Weapons In Heaven

Its Ouija bitch 
Seething from the sudafed
Admitting ambitions, decision to go and split heads 
Exit wound with lead fragments embedded, you met death, the Missing, the death count impressive man
Reaper seeping reefer got me feeling like a tweaker
Off the meters of evil, i hate the people cuz they weasels
Filthy creatures with features of the shriekers from the ether
Feeding anger and fear, the hatred growing each year
Contraceptive 
Thats what yo daddy shouldve used
Lifes a lesson
Ouija teaching with abuse
Push deception
Like the media do
What’s the message?
I just do not like you
Whats the move pussy?
Cut the filler I aint new rookie
There aint nothing you can do, you can’t fuck with me
I aint bending to no rules of the industry
Ghost steady floating choking toking off the weed
Protected by hell if you really wanna duel dummy
Pistol packing double backing if you say something
Pressing yo melon, im squeezing for the juice, jelly
Bodies smelly in the deli with the forks ready
Throwing elbows at scarecrows off acid, you rojo, got no hoes, get exposed to real smoke
Hope you fuckers choke
Cope, loathe, you lack a soul
Repetition prescription ingest to feel whole
Recognize, one hit’ll leave you petrified, with a shank and a .38 specialize, seeing colors like I inhaled pesticide, from ego death to paradise, your hell arrived
We’re a race of people that our mother couldnt love
Disrespecting my essence my presence cemented above 
Hit it Raw like my joints till her legs go numb
Boasting on some post exposing you aint none
You unworthy you burn out you shouldnt rap at all
You bother me you fodder and your father aint involved
Lambs to the slaughter, the marauder with a bomb
Causing local panic causing damage to a plaza
Gaza
Where else we sending money? Fuck your own people and bail out another country
Sending out billys we got homeless and they hungry
Burning down a city then call it another theory

The Furthest From A Professional

Let me die faster, nothing really matters, heart been on a platter, my life been disaster, cranium shattered, my brain matter scattered, fuck what comes after, stab me with my back turned
Tryna recall happiness or how it shouldve felt
and it doesn’t ring a bell
Ive been feeling this way back before 2012
I hope you find some peace yourself
I’ve been tryna find the piece that’s gone send me to hell
From this life I finally bail I guess, I guess I won’t live to tell
I meant, I meant can you put me on the shelf? 
Do you think that I could be helped? The only thing that holds my head high is the belt
Hows the motherfucking room smell? After a few weeks of Missing all they think what can we sell? Whats his email? I need every single detail, let me take what’s valuable, you know that he won’t be here 
Start to see clear, but only on my death bed can I say Ive seen fear and not from me dear
Got you Shocked you seen my body its like headlights to deer
I’ve been waiting my whole life and now it’s time the ends near
Dont shed me fake tears, over my body dont copy, prolly forget about me its mere, please let me disappear

Remembrance of the Ghost Boy

If he walked how hes talking i dont he’d speak again
Couldnt care if you agreed with it
I dont need a approval, opinions, religion you follow a guide and you’re still a shit person
There is no God in my verses, maybe some ego atleast there’s a purpose
I could never be the motherfucker on the cover, i dont get along with others purely due to my discernment
Wearing a mask for immersion, go figure they hate every version
I dont wanna try to safe face anyway, mane who am I impressing everybody’s straight worthless
Let em fly high where the birds be
When these fuckers die it really hurts me
We were in the middle of a surgery
Spirits stuck wander in purgatory
Lethargic you harmless, not predatory
Regardless youre parked in infirmatory 
The way that I view you derogatory 
Shrine made of your organs in the dormitory 
Irrelevant i wanna sever shit im on a separate path, bullet his brain and I laugh, bully his bride and i dash, burning up hash, lowkey Im mad
Heavy with the weapon spreading lead Im on the way to heaven they gon send me back to send a message to the masses but they slower than molasses I dont care how much time passes I just wanna touch the ashes of the past
Couldnt care less that the shit that I say may come off as a cringey remark 
Now hes biting the curb he got parked and if that boy was smart he would never had tried me, he barked
Boy he had heart
Had cuz its past tense Im having a half of his heart on the shelf, been displaying it like hes an elk
Cards in your hand have been dealt, couldve been worse you admit it yourself
Next is your kin, youre not alone in hell
Who am i kidding? Its solitude cells
Less than in prison but still youre a shell
Materialistic, new belt
I dont wanna go til I really know if there is afterlife Id rather there is no
Id rather not another place im sharing with you hoes
I dont wanna see you motherfuckers as a ghost
Ima bleed another motherfucker let em know
Ouija do the most, Ouija overdosed
Ouija isnt nothing but the lowest of the low
Ouija with the squeegee with the pole gotta scope
So low, a motherfucker solo to my life im a no show
Leaking red, rojo, you dont really wanna know hoe, like Im falling in a trap door Ouijaboy

SOLO (SO LOW)

LYRICS:
I MAKE EM DO THE BULLET DANCE 
THE BULLET DANCE
I MAKE EM DO THE BULLET DANCE
THE BULLET DANCE 
I MAKE EM DO THE BULLET DANCE
THE BULLET DANCE
OKAY I MAKE EM MOVE AND WATCH EM PRANCE 
I KEEP MY STANCE

I GOT THAT CANCER UP INSIDE MY LUNGS
LETS HAVE SUM FUN
IT’S TIME TO MAKE A STAIN WITH ALL YO BLOOD 
START LINING UP 
I FEEL AN URGE TO GO AND TEST MY LUCK
MY MIND MADE UP
I KNOW THAT HEAVENS GATES ARE CLOSED FOR ME
I BROKE THEIR TRUST 

I’M TRYNA RIDE RIGHT THROUGH THIS HIGH BUT I’M SO FUCKING SLUMPED
MY HEART IS BEATING WAY TOO SLOW
I THINK I TOOK ENOUGH
MY VISION BLURRED
MY SPEECH IS SLURRED
I CANNOT FEEL THE PAIN
I LOVE THIS SHIT DON’T BURY ME
JUST LEAVE ME IN THE RAIN

SMOKING ON POTENT 
IM GETTING SICKNESS FROM MOTION
AT NIGHT I’M MIXING CHEMICALS 
AND THEN I DOWN EM LIKE POTIONS
I’M WALKING LIKE MY LEGS BROKEN 
THEY WONDER “WHATS THE COMMOTION?”
I NEED TO FIND A RESTING PLACE 
JUST DROP ME OFF IN THE OCEAN

I MAKE EM DO THE BULLET DANCE 
THE BULLET DANCE
I MAKE EM DO THE BULLET DANCE
THE BULLET DANCE 
I MAKE EM DO THE BULLET DANCE
THE BULLET DANCE
OKAY I MAKE EM MOVE AND WATCH EM PRANCE 
I KEEP MY STANCE

BULLET DANCE

DIE HÖE

visuals out now on YT
https://youtu.be/LKJsB12rhWs

Produced by AVRXN
Cover art by AVRXN
BEAT IS NOT FOR SALE
(dm for exclusives)

sampled: $uicideboy$ - now and at the hour of our death (feat. bones)

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*VOCAL SAMPLES BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS*

SENTIENT

lil throwaway for yall

LYRICS:
HOLD UP 
THIS SHITS A HOLD UP
GO GET ME CHANGE
IM FIENDING FOR SUM DOLLARS 
DONT TEST ME CUZ IM DERANGED

HOLD UP
WHO IN MY LANE 
DONT KNOW THEY NAME
TELL ME AGAIN 
HE JUST A LAME
WE AINT THE SAME
I OVERCAME 
THE FUCKED UP THINGS 
THAT USED TO REIGN 
INSIDE MY BRAIN
I CANT EXPLAIN
WHY I FEEL SO WORTHLESS MANE
I THINK IM ADDICTED TO HAVING ALL THESE ADDICTIONS 
ID RATHER TAKE A COUPLE TABS THAN GOING OUT WITH YOU BITCHES
MY MIND EXPANDING
IM TRIPPING
I BARELY TALK BUT IM SPITTING
ALL OF MY THOUGHTS INSIDE YO HEAD
A REMOTE VIEWER TRANSMITTING 
IM GOING INSANE WHILE SEEING VISIONS OF THE FUTURE
I AM NOT TO BLAME
MY LIFE IS GONNA END BEFORE I MAKE IT OUT THE CHAINS 
I WELCOME DEATH SO I CAN TRAVEL DOWN JUST LIKE DANTE
ANY DAY ILL LEAVE THIS WORLD AND WALK A NEW TERRAIN
WOAH LETS GO
AS ABOVE SO BELOW
WHEN IM GONE IM TAKING ALL THE SECRETS WITH ME TO MY TOMB
AINT NOBODY STOPPING THIS ITS NOT LIKE I CAN HIT UNDO 
IM UNDERGROUND I WILL NOT SHOW MY FACE UNTIL THEY MAKE A MOVE
MAKE A MOVE BITCH
ARE U REALLY BOUT THAT ACTION?
MAKE A MOVE BITCH 
ALWAYS DUCKING WHY YOU CAPPING?
MAKE A MOVE BITCH 
I SAID MAKE A MOVE BITCH
I SAID MAKE A MOVE CUZ I AINT GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

ADDICTED TO HAVING ADDICTIONS

Headshot
Make that his ass leglock, RPG no GTA the ATF on dick top
Fuck a wrist watch, fuck yo trends on Tik Tok
Fuck what makes you feel okay, you move like sick moth
Shoot like Richtofen, you gon need a big coffin
Take his skin off him, talking out his neck cost him
On my dick lozenge, rip him out the Benz, stomp him
With the clique mobbing off a shot, off 10, caution
Offer shots often the shots that take your kins
Knock him out his socks I rocked his block, got put to bed
Cock the hammer, this no mallet have it smash your head in
On the banner its your family, this how bloodlines end
You too comfy talking tough lets get you educated
Scarify from feet to eyes just make sure blade serrated
Fuck ideals and fuck your morals, need to be berated
Happy ass muh fuckers, i fucking hate it
He has risen hoe, he who frees the Wendigo
He who lays the knee on necks, accepting they must go
Every living soul, every single thing you know
Green like Piccolo, my weed stink like pickles hoe
Shoot like Richtofen, you gon need a big coffin
Take his skin off him, talking out his neck cost him
On my dick lozenge, rip him out the Benz, stomp him
With the clique mobbing off a shot, off 10, caution

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