I USED 2 DO THIS 4 FUN (FEAT 83HADES) [PROD SLXUGHTER]

STAY DOWN! (FT. BDDLY, KAMATAYAN, CLOROXCIDE, KXLLAUXXI,) (PROD. DIMEBAGGIE, DIKLORDEFENIL)

PROD BY instagram.com/prodezrah

LYRICS: https://genius.com/Xronos-in-the-walls-lyrics

IN THE WALLS [EZRAH]

Through the scope, imma pop you like a pimple (4x)

Thought you knew
I'm the shit
When I pop out with the clip

I just got the p90
And I'm boutta shoot that shit 

Dumb bitch trynna 1v1 
And he ain't even have a gun (2x)

Why you actin so serious 
This shit is all for fun 
Trynna act all grown 
Can't do shit on your own 

Getting so tired while not putting in the work 
Ain't do shit all day and you try to make it work 
If u keep on fucking slacking you gon' find some real work 
Rhymed work four times and that shit still work 

Get back, grab the mags
Boutta kill some fucking fags
I am 7 feet tall with these mf stacks
Five-0 trynna catch me, I ain't leave no fckn tracks 
Imma kill these fucking opps, I be smoking all they packs 

Bitch I'm so fire 
I need me a fan, man
I'm too quick with this shit 
Catch me if you can 

I'm already 2 steps ahead, man
I got the fucking plan 
Imma cut your head off
And fry that shit in a pan

Through the scope, imma pop you like a pimple (4x)

THROUGH THE SCOPE

SPOTIFY

all credit goes to the original creators.

KILLHEIST - QUAD FEED FT. GOREJIT [PROD. HXLX]

CO-PROD 6FEETDEEP

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Lyrics:

Pussy mfs cannot fw me
Blood down my face and the blade is heavy
Coming at me, dawg you not ready
Gripping my nine with the nose all bloody

Came from a rut, wrist getting cut
Hopes and dreams crushed as my eyes slowly shut
I'm just a soul that is running amock
I'm so sick of this shit and idgaf

Look in my eyes, what do you see? 
A wandering soul, never been so lonely
Wandering around, so endlessly
Only arose from hipocrisy

What is this place
can't feel my face 
I'm on the floor 
body so sore 

Sight is all blurry 
Brain's in a frenzy 
Eyes slowly rolling 
Conscience is fading 

Can't take no more
I'm shook to my core
Of all I have done
Not deserving of sun

My conscience is weighting
My mind degradating
My soul is not staying
In this plain of existence

Take me away from this plain of existence

fuck what ya' say (8x)

fucking his face up, till he pass out
leave him in a bloody pulp, when i come up
if you don't wanna die get tf out of my face, yuh
all these pussy mfs think they can win the fucking race,yuh

I just get off with a straight kick to your cranium
Type of mf to pull up with the uranium

Came with strap, one tap to your skull 
That boy think he hard, imma snatch his soul
leave his body in a ditch and smoke these oxys till i fucking twitch, yuh
this mf should do some damage, hes weak, i don't even flinch, yuh

talk that shit get lynched, yuh (8x)

My brain is so fucked up, I love to see life just fading away
Keep that blade tucked up, so you better be careful on what you bout to say 
I just want this shit to end, I'm done and I don't care for better days
All that matters is that when get tf out  my art still stays

CANNOT FW ME!

CANNOT FW ME! [CO-PROD 6FEETDEEP]

Everything by me (except for the logo, made by @fuck-narcoleptic)

Lyrics:
YUH OH YUH, I BEEN SWIMMIN IN THE GUTTER
I BEEN DRINKING FROM THE SEWERS
AND I'M HANGIN UP YOUR MOTHER
OH MY GOD, I GOT HUMAN SKIN
IT'S A FUCKING SIN
TO WANT MY FACE BITCH

MELTIN YOUR FACE, HAIL RAATMA
FUGLY BITCH, YOU LOOK LIKE RAATMA
BREAKIN YOUR LEGS, YOU CAN'T GET UP 
LOOK AT YOU AND THEN I THROW UP
ACID IN MY BLOOD, IT'D MELT THROUGH YOUR VEINS
IF YOU TRIED TO COPY ME, I WANT YOU TO STOP WHAT YOU'RE SAYIN

SLICE OFF YOUR TONGUE AND THEN I PUT IT IN MY POCKET
BITCH YOU ARE SO DISGUSTIN
WHAT YOU'VE DONE I'M DISGUSTED
BUT I CAN MAKE YOU CHANGE, IF YOU LIKE TO KEEP YOUR SPLEEN
INTACT AND UNCHANGED, POP A BOTTLE THEN A BEAN

THE VEINS THAT I KEPT
SCAVENGED FROM YOUR LEG
KEEPIN INDIVIDUAL LIMBS INSIDE A FREEZER DOWN THERE

WHEN I SEE A COP, I WANNA GRAB MY REVOLVER, HIDDEN IN THE BASKET
TIE HIM UP, FIND HIS FAMILY WHILE HE'S STORED IN THE TRUNK
I DON'T EVEN GLANCE AT IT
I SWEAR I SHOULD DO THIS MORE, EXCEPT FOR CLEANING ALL THE GUNK

MELTIN YOUR FACE, HAIL RAATMA
FUGLY BITCH, YOU LOOK LIKE RAATMA
BREAKIN YOUR LEGS, YOU CAN'T GET UP 
LOOK AT YOU AND THEN I THROW UP
ACID IN MY BLOOD, IT'D MELT THROUGH YOUR VEINS
IF YOU TRIED TO COPY ME, I WANT YOU TO STOP WHAT YOU'RE SAYIN

WASH YOUR HEAD ON THE SINK
I SWEAR I SEE SHADOWS BLINK
THE CORPSES DON'T EVEN STINK
I GOT STABBED, I'M BLEEDING PINK
YOU GOT STABBED, YOU'RE FUCKING CHOKING
ON YOUR OWN BLOOD
LIKE A KID EATIN TIDE PODS, CHOKE ON SOAP SUDS

HAIL RAATMA #1994

scrsalova again ft scarsallovr, nyghtmare,Trexlex,klevela(prod.klevela)

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before
so, i head back to the base, that’s sector v
to hit the dope

i count my check, i do my money dance
weapon in my underpants
jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man
scalpel in my left
i pull the trigger with my right one, though
boy, that shotty sick
my .40 kick like it know taekwondo

numbuh three, what’s in my sleeve?
either pistol or a blunt
bitch, i look like numbuh five
but i’m clean like numbuh one
keep them gadgets like i’m two
lil hoe, i’m kicking through your door
hoodie up, i’m in a mood

bitch, i feel like numbuh four

every second, day and hour
time and space, i seen before

jacket full of hollowtips
hurt em, do my murder dance
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
codename for my pistol
not a choppa this a burner, man
head down fore that pistol crop ya noggin
i’m a surgeon, man

THROUGH THE SCOPE

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