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Lyrics:

Hook:
Look in yo eyes you ain’t no killa/
My choppa make him hit his Thrilla/
I’m on my shit and that’s forilla/
Reverse cowgirl when I drill her/

I’m high as fuck I’m off that Green Crack/
My mind in space there ain’t no comin’ back/
I’m spendin’ racks I get it right back/
Talkin’ tough I know he all cap/

Verse:
Fast and I’m Furious driftin’/
No competition, no mention/
I do this shit, no pretending/
Rise to the top I’m ascending/

Bitch I do the most I’m finna double down/
Pull up to the show and I’ma shut it down/
Countin’ up them hunnids I ain’t runnin’ out/
Said he want the fade but be duckin’ now/

I’m gettin’ pesos/
I got that bankroll/
That’s why I stay low/
That’s why I stay low/

I’m gettin’ pesos/
I got that bankroll/
That’s why I stay low/
That’s why I stay low/

Hook:
Look in yo eyes you ain’t no killa/
My choppa make him hit his Thrilla/
I’m on my shit and that’s forilla/
Reverse cowgirl when I drill her/

I’m high as fuck I’m off that Green Crack/
My mind in space there ain’t no comin’ back/
I’m spendin’ racks I get it right back/
Talkin’ tough I know he all cap/

Sinizter & Pharmacist - ON MY SHIT

Lyrics:

Mvko:
The voices in my head are taking over think I'm going crazy
Hear the howlin' of the sirens from behind me pigs are chasing
Don't care what they saying
Fuck you pay me
Bout to kill the beat like John Wayne Gacy
Anybody really wanna try to come face me
Ain't a single motherfucker that can replace me

Nobody breaking me
All of you fake to me
Stand in the flames feel the fire embracing me
Dragging me under the demons they taking me
Wipe me from history just start erasing me

What you really know about war time
Fuck the Geneva commit war crimes
Reaching the summit my body temperature plummets I'm so sick of the runnin' I need downtime

Sinizter:
Bitch you faceless
I’m talkin’ nameless
You still the same bitch
Guess things don’t change bitch
Bitch you faceless
I’m talkin’ nameless
You still the same bitch
Guess things don’t change bitch

I don’t ever wanna hear another muthafucka throwin’ dirt up on my name
Circle jerkin’ off each other but I know that deep inside you pussies lame
Comin’ up in the views and I be stayin’ up in the news knowin’ y’all just stay the same
Got ‘em reachin’ out to me like shit was sweet but bitch I know your game

I ain’t got no time for the bullshit
Smith n Wesson loaded with a full clip
Talkin’ up out his neck he get the full clip
Kung Fu Kick, with the full fist

Backstab me I cut you off now
Put food in yo mouth, about to stop now
Frontin’ to me tell me you been down
Shoulda joined the circus you like a damn clown

Bitch you faceless
I’m talkin’ nameless
You still the same bitch
Guess things don’t change bitch
Bitch you faceless
I’m talkin’ nameless
You still the same bitch
Guess things don’t change bitch

Ghostface Playa, Mvko & Sinizter - Faceless

PROD. @https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_ZaGY1g42nZqcgz7YcsbCQ

TRASH AMV https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOnHheOTpyM&list=RDMMfOnHheOTpyM&start_radio=1

Lyrics:

Double barrel shotty for ya bit-bit-hotty
Ima cut her in the mardis gras, fvckin on her body
Im a slvt drawn psycho dancing corpses with bicardi
Sippin n1pple drippin whippin in the pool with your th0tties

Double barrel shotty for ya bit-bit-hotty
Ima cut her in the mardis gras, fvckin on her body
Im a slvt drawn psycho dancing corpses with bicardi
Sippin n1pple drippin whippin in the pool with your thotties

Im a bish-b1tch, im a wish-kid, snappin on the candles casting curses on your wits-wits
Making you insane, im a nessecacary puzzle piece
Showing you my brain, I'm a less-than-scary-cuddle-weeb
Huh? Buy an AK you know I'm kiddin
Ride a fvckin hayday for the other living
Gonna start the shootin on the walkin-dead
Lookin like im lying red, fvcking sheeple stupid meditated, know the senate-said
That you cant buy guns, that you cant buy drvgs, that you cant kick bums off the curb with the stun
2-mayweather mother told me pray a better peace, but my soul in on a lease
from the d3vil in his ease
I'm a motherfvcking lost-soul, I'm a canister of evil off his press-valve
Cobble stone is fvcking broken, open pandoras box
I'm a caught-cold, virus hour, slither deagle shot-mode

TRASH GANG AMV

MARDI GRAS (PROD. UNREM)

https://soundcloud.com/sxmpra

https://soundcloud.com/jakeohm

100 CORPSES (Feat. SXMPRA) Prod. Jake OHM

follow anti: https://soundcloud.com/prxdanti

beat by anti. not a type beat.

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HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

BUY / STREAM 
https://music.haarper.net/CINNAMON

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LYRICS -
Armored tank to the bank, no usher
Uppin my ranks 
Reinforced for the clutter
Nonsense noise
All they do is go stutter
Make her drop blouse 
Make her heart go flutter
More money, more problems
No problem for me
I do this for my kin
Do it for my family
Get the Benjamins in
You dont want no static
Go and be frank 
This could end up tragic

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

Burn em like sage
Burn em like mage
Bringing my rage
Put em in a new age
Bringin new plague
Defiler gon aid
You boutta get played
While I fuck yo dame
She tradin yo chamomile 
For some kool-aid 
My ammo field got me rubys and Diamonds 
Gon pop a bullet like hymen right through ya cranium

Ridin the beamer
I seen ya 
I tore ya team up like Cena
They couldnt see me like Sia
Charge up my soul with that kiai
Im goin grizzly, im busy makin yo number thin lizzy
They cannot hit me im Lee
Boutta drop weights off my fate

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

LYRICS:

Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
If you hatin on me
Go ahead kick rocks 
Loaded off the moon rock
mind full of Thoughts
Like the strip club 
I don’t give a fuck
Most my life I been called nuts 
Nothings changed 
So get Off my nuts 
My brain is like a painting from 
Heironymous Bosch
anxiety got me feeling like my choices
are an egg toss 
Like a guillotine
Im popping off 

Keep it a buck 
No cheap talk
Not like a poker player 
I don’t need to bluff
Luckily I’m not just blabbering 
About arbitrary stuff
like electric eels
Put you
 in shock
Who knew my
work would bring
Hate out the woodwork 
I woke up and chose violence 
I killed this beat, 
I couldn’t stay silent
Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
Kick rocks mothafucka

Kick Rocks [Prod. Blxxdmage]

Dirt in my system (Prod. Xravial)

Artists:
https://soundcloud.com/xravial
https://soundcloud.com/bodahrevy
https://soundcloud.com/mobbsradical999
https://soundcloud.com/raiyuinthecut

Coverart by https://soundcloud.com/beelzebul

GOLD DIGGER W/ ANTI

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