Therapy - Retch & Kattemax

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Containment Breach 2 Unchained with CRITTERCORPSE

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Dacryphilia

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Lyrics:

[Retch]

Stand on my money bout tall as the notre dame (damn)
Dog in the pound, locked out, but keep calm
Wrong choice, mothafucka' out of options, comin' for that crown
Down to fuck? fucked up? or spaced out
They all just wanna talk the talk but cant walk the walk on a tightrope
One false move and sleight of hand you tied up
Left left right, leave him grounded, his lights out
Only thing that keep my happy is a bullet between his eyes

If you think you better, better be ready
The metal heavy, put a bomb in your chevy 
Just fucking die already
Many men dead your head explode to confetti
The fleshy belly of the beast that's where your body buried
Think I fuck with you? Then you don't even know me
Steel reloading
Going 90 in your block we sippin' 40s
Weapon totin'
Grippin' semi automatics, double action
Leave you floatin'
Bring the static we controllin', gon' slaughter and fuck you over
Talk 'bout real mothafuckas', shoutout my homie Bellatrix
He want the treats but got a bag of tricks, that send him down like 6
Feet deep in the tenches
He goin' weak in the senses
Shut the fuck up 'bout my genetics
'fore I silence you, parenthesis
They all hated me till i got famous
Feignin' ignorance
Congratulations on your botted streams and pity party listens
Think you made it, fake bitch?
I been gettin' faded off Dutch
Oh you need a favour? here's a right hook
Give that pussy a concussion

[Slaughternaut]

Bitch I’m LIKE THAT
Tell ‘em they will plummet if they ever try to PIPE THAT
Fuckin’ up his face, leave 'em lookin’ like NEISTAT
Then I put that boy on a plane where the CHRIST AT
Now his momma weepin’ kneeling where his little SHRINE AT
(awww, how sad)
SHITS HILARIOUS
Sobbin’ ‘bout ‘em moppin’ up his guts, I’m a BARBARIAN
First hand witness with the blick, I feel VICARIOUS
Uranus gettin’ tossed in the water, I’m an AQUARIUS
Then i’m airin it out like POP POP, it’s my signature
Ain’t hearin what he sayin’, brodie said i’m a good listenter
Tell me bout importance in ya’ life, ya’ get to missin’ her
The minute that I reign I swear to GOD that I’ll be MISTIN’ HER
BITCH ITS OVER, I got anger and I don’t know what to do with it-
But shoot a bitch and kill everyone else that they congruent with
Starting of simple, I ain’t rendered, I feel like a SKETCH
But while you wait for the commision I just pass the mic to Retch
LIL BITCH! >:3 

[Retch]

Stand on my money bout tall as the notre dame (damn)
Dog in the pound, locked out, but keep calm
Wrong choice, mothafucka' out of options, comin' for that crown
Down to fuck? fucked up? or spaced out
They all just wanna talk the talk but cant walk the walk on a tightrope
One false move and sleight of hand you tied up
Left left right, leave him grounded, his lights out
Only thing that keep my happy is a bullet between his eyes

LIKE THAT w/ Slaughternaut

WOOOO I LOVE THIS BEAT SO FUCKING MUCH YEAHHHH YEAHH YEAHHHHHH
All prod and mixing by me :)
vvvvvvv
Lyrics: 

[Retch]

Fucked up
Off the substance
All these drugs
Not enough
Hug from a python
Bitches slimy act like slugs
Need a re-up
Seein' bugs
Crawlin' in my skin
Think that we can co exist?
But your time is running thin-
Fucked up
Off the substance
All these drugs
Not enough
Hug from a python
Bitches slimy act like slugs
Need a re-up
Seein' bugs
Crawlin' in my skin
Think that we can co exist?
But your time is running thin

Would you still love me if my life was a lie?
Or put a knife through my heart
Drain the light from my eyes
You a parasite, cant do shit when the host dies
Get up out my sight
Grab a bag and get the fries >:(
Living in idyll
Breakin' her back and I shatter her spine
"Is he out of his mind?"
Lurk in the night
Crushin' your skull like a vice
Running out of time
I'm your favourite rapper's idol
You just standin' there idle
While he writhing on the ground like a landmine
Goodbye

Fucked up
Off the substance
All these drugs
Not enough
Hug from a python
Bitches slimy act like slugs
Need a re-up
Seein' bugs
Crawlin' in my skin
Think that we can co exist?
But your time is running thin-
Fucked up
Off the substance
All these drugs
Not enough
Hug from a python
Bitches slimy act like slugs
Need a re-up
Seein' bugs
Crawlin' in my skin
Think that we can co exist?
But your time is running thin

Rappers sound like tinnitus
Think people like they dissonance
Shit hard to listen to, I fuck 'em up now known as infamous
Actin' like Sisyphus tryin' the same shit 
Scared of change
Strainin' his voice, fuck up his face
Now he M.I.A
Rollin' up a bible grab a lighter take a hit
Wait
quick wrist slit, fade
Rib, skin, brain break
Rappers actin straight but cant do shit without they boyfriends
Voice fake
Noise maker
No stress
Follow trends

[Paradox]

Eyes start to roll back when the drugs begin to kick in
Get out of my face, there's way too many cooks up in this kitchen
And I don't wanna hear your words. quit the bitchinh
The substance calling, I'm gonna dip to get the fix in
Light it up 
Feel the inferno from the incinerator
Piles of holy texts used only as my rolling papers
Inhale the words of men disguised as heavenly creators
Basking in the shade provided by my adoring haters
Guess I'll see you later said the serpent to the sinner
Sacriligious ceremonies shepherded by a sick Disciple
Sentenced to suffer a sadistic existence harrowed
The source of good and evil seeping deep into your marrow
Bitch ass motherfucker do not speak until I've had mine
You better proceed with caution, cunt, you're stepping on a landmine
Choking on the smoke like a leak in a gas line
Take another thousand puffs to sanitize my lifeline 

[Retch]

Fucked up
Off the substance
All these drugs
Not enough
Hug from a python
Bitches slimy act like slugs
Need a re-up
Seein' bugs
Crawlin' in my skin
Think that we can co exist?
But your time is running thin-
Fucked up
Off the substance
All these drugs
Not enough
Hug from a python
Bitches slimy act like slugs
Need a re-up
Seein' bugs
Crawlin' in my skin
Think that we can co exist?
But your time is running thin

LANDMINE w/ Paradox Disciple

LAST SINGLE BEFORE THE ALBUM I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH BELLA FOR THIS COVER I LOVE IT SM  https://www.instagram.com/witchblood.3/
Lyrics: 

cause im a big stepper, black boots
see me dual guns
move pawns
red dot 
i piss rockets
shout out slaughternaut
dont give a fuck who's wrong
boom, the dude's gone
heater leave you sweatin so much
you'd think there's two suns (tucson)
bang my skull on the curb till i think of a lyric
you parasitic fuckin lice
blood suckin for something dripping
she suckin me like a spirit
my clique like monolithic
shoot holes up in yo civic
gon send yo ass to the clinic, bitch

pull up to the crib just to down a bottle with ease
23 beers deep im like bitch hand me the keys
melt em down, reshape em, like 1800 degrees
yuh im everything to them and they aint shit to me
shit like kamikaze
murder-suicide
take out me and you too
she like mewtwo with her thighs
pisces slice you to pieces but im a gemini
gambling with your life like rollin dice
i always get snake eyes
grab the cyanide
chuggin till i die
my demons exorcised
13th reason why
hang on razor wire
hang with poltergeists
"we hate retch, we hate the way he writes his lines"
we is you, you aint us, wish you were I

cause im a big stepper, black boots
see me dual guns
move pawns
red dot 
i piss rockets
shout out slaughternaut
dont give a fuck who's wrong
boom, the dude's gone
heater leave you sweatin so much
you'd think there's two suns (tucson)

bigger fish to fry like barracuda
steppin 10 toes down im like pirhana smokin cuban
cant even do shit without a producer and engineer
im a jack of all trades stackin hunnids up to my ears
aint just a rapper im a fuckin artist
do this for the bodies
through the darkness
hear the zombie walkin
pocket watchin 
just so retarded
turn the carpet from white to scarlet 
caught in spider's web
chrome blade sharpened
i stomp in prada cause

cause im a big stepper, black boots
see me dual guns
move pawns
red dot 
i piss rockets
shout out slaughternaut
dont give a fuck who's wrong
boom, the dude's gone
heater leave you sweatin so much
you'd think there's two suns (tucson)
bang my skull on the curb till i think of a lyric
you parasitic fuckin lice
blood suckin for something dripping
she suckin me like a spirit
my clique like monolithic
shoot holes up in yo civic
gon send yo ass to the clinic, bitch

Second Sun

Lyrics:

laughin to the bank i grab the s and get to slaughter
goin catatonic
pray to god
the rugar don't pierce an artery 
shit taste like vomit
sippin the paint
the toxin gon fuck up my brain
don't need cpr know that won't help you
when yo fuckin head gone 
don't wear prada, kevlar
i'm a dropout, got to 
gates of heaven, locked out
bash his skull, pinata
that's the last straw, got it?
blood stained balenciaga
product of
what you get when you sleep with pirhanas (ay)

Start to get famous they act like they know me
greed gluttony and envy thats 3 out of 7
this time last year was a nobody, we
turn it up to 11 teach his as a lesson
ay, ay, came in with the smith and wesson
no discretion when im steppin in the buildin with aggression
smokin resin, mothafuckas overcompressin just to sound like me
bow down to me
i'm takin the crown
risin' straight to the peak 

leave em minty fresh like altoid
stay in they mouth like tictac
pull up burnin shit with hot oil
mo-mo-mothafuckas wrist crack
retch and pussy bitches, a combo that just can't coexist
he shoot, he miss, he turn to mist
i cross another name off my list
click clack, cock back     
i snap his neck like a kit kat
impact, get smacked
he think he slick? that prick wack
get wxsted
no fake shit
you think you sick, you basic
give a pussy mothafucka facelift
goin' manic
but you just don't get that

laughin to the bank i grab the s and get to slaughter
goin catatonic
pray to god
the rugar don't pierce an artery 
shit taste like vomit
sippin the paint
the toxin gon fuck up my brain
don't need cpr know that won't help you
when yo fuckin head gone 
don't wear prada, kevlar
i'm a dropout, got to 
gates of heaven, locked out
bash his skull, pinata
that's the last straw, got it?
blood stained balenciaga
product of
what you get when you sleep with pirhanas (ay)

The Devil Wears Kevlar

Lyrics:

this a corpse party
nobody wanna fuck with me
chrome glocky
mag-dumpin' on a wannabe
reloadin'
steel-toting walkin' down the street
ghost rider
these voices write my shit for free
got you in my scope (huh)
hand up to her throat (huh)
like it when i choke her, say she know that i'm the goat (yuh)
listenin' to SOULLESS when we fuck, it got her soaked (ay)
back up off my dick if you want me at one yo' shows (ay)

woah
smith and wesson send him heaven but he goin' down below
don't ask question 'bout it 'less you wanna end up in the snow
need a second, catch my breath then get to breakin' in his home
seven deadly sins? 
fuck that shit thats my to-do list- 
my mothafuckin' goals
turn him to a ghost
runnin' out of hope
viking burial, sink him on a boat
light a smoke
scar my throat
know i always do the most
sittin' outside in the cold, the heater got me feelin' warm
war-torn, tatter a bastard this shit too easy
boar horns - splatter the mattress i leave him leakin
4 thorns piercing his matha, he gon' be screaming
pour some whiskey to stop my blood from freezing
sell my soul to the reaper
i'll drop a band on a t shirt
she give me brain like a teacher
and leave me hollow (hollow)
aim for the bleachers
these rappers like mice, they squeakin'
you peakin' after a year - i got your bitch on her knees
she swallow

this a corpse party
nobody wanna fuck with me
chrome glocky
mag-dumpin' on a wannabe
reloadin'
steel-toting walkin' down the street
ghost rider
these voices write my shit for free
got you in my scope (huh)
hand up to her throat (huh)
like it when i choke her, say she know that i'm the goat (yuh)
listenin' to SOULLESS when we fuck, it got her soaked (ay)
back up off my dick if you want me at one yo' shows (ay)

CROWN OF THORNS

pretty sure i made this one before i even started releasing music but ppl seemed to really like it and wanted me to release it so :)

I just wanna say ily (Bonus Track)

this was mostly freestyled and im too lazy to transcribe it im ngl

Melancholic Hysteria

Lyrics:

i keep my clique close
enemies in the ground
dont get yo hopes up
ghost runner
im an architect
to me this aint nun'
fuck the micro, macro overdosin but im fine
dissasociating off the bullshit
fold a fucker like its fight club
not enough, the drugs in my system are wearin off
i need a re up 'fore i shrivel up like a slug in salt
fuck the fame just wanna rot and decay
in my room makin beats fuck goin outside i like the dark
took an oath to never chase anything but the bag
run him down stab him in the back like playin' tag
but i dont play no games
collectin empty mags
he gone without a trace
washin blood off my hands
dead eyes, dont sleep at night
too tired for these bitches just respond with a sigh
dead sky, my head in a white void
omori, i keep a knife on me 
but still might just bite him no life in his eyes (roof)


bitch i kill the pussy, schrodinger
half dead but act alive
the air around me colder
radiator just to neutralize
alligator chopper for conniving mothafuckas
five seven to eclipse him like its 1999
thever your fronth theeth thill you thalk with a lithp
mike tython way i hit you make him walk with a limp
leavin chalk on the sidewalk to caution the bitch
i grip trigger, devil horns but im the god of indifference (adiaphora)
sickle cell his stomach till he spit up
splitting muscles, skip the stretching
smith and wesson smite his lip his
sinew snapping at the seams
snip his spinal paralyse him
sell his soul, ascending
all i see is silk robes sized up to fit my wallet
like a gardner been thumbin through the green
shell shocked, froze in fear like a deer in high beams
knife in deep send that bitch to his kness, bleeding
gotta put some stilts in your fake ricks to see up to me

Ghostrunner

Lyrics:

close minded, let me help you open it
third eye rip a hole in yo' skull
hallucinatin' seein shade of red wakin' up underneath a tombstone
walkin' out of the crypt
smoke blowin' out in the air
start chokin', karma's a bitch
grab a glock with a switch, put it up to my forehead
mornin', body found in a ditch 
cruisin' down the interstate all i see is some road-kill
lost my sense of self try to find it bottom of cocktails
try to load the mag but trigger finger just cant hold still
want a feature but dont wanna pay me then its no deal
gold finish
on the barrel play my cards like go fish
fold snitches if they talkin' shit always go all in
sold your soul just to get aired by every artist you hit up
sip spirits by the litre make every victory pyrrhic
g-u-n in my c-o-a-t 
look around, mice all i see
imma stay the same 'til i d-i-e
you can bite the dust when i swerve in a bentley
t-o-x-i-c but she love it venom in my vocals
can't focus 'till i count my totals
presidents only people 'round me, antisocial

see the glass half empty even when it's overflowing (overflowing)
talkin' shit until i come in weapon toting 
life in a spiral, i'm trippin' don't know how i'm staying focused
but i know a dead man can't say shit with his dome on the road
decapitating actors acting abset minded tryna seem how retch is
when the semi automatic impact him, gone from the picture
you gon' need a spinal tap to test your brain for amnesia 
cause you always repeating lyrics, lines and flows i think you need it
every knot i tie i think it can't hold the weight of my pockets
kick the chair don't even dangle think that god wants me alive
don't even try to test me again, i'm done with second chances
steppin' out of the building, blood on my hands i let it dry
see the glass half empty even when it's overflowing (overflowing)
talkin' shit until i come in weapon toting 
life in a spiral, i'm trippin' don't know how i'm staying focused
but i know a dead man can't say shit with his dome on the road

ANTISOCIAL

Recorded this when i was sick :(

Lyrics:

half dead brother of the cousin of death
insomnia, insanity i feel a pain in my chest
i feel like im chokin without takin a breath
poppin pills to keep me happy, call that takin my meds

Cyanide sippin', throat drippin', don't hold my tongue when i speak
Keep a heater like it's july, hiding it in my tattered jeans
My life so bleak without the shrieks of the weak
Take a peak into my soul the colour black all you see
pullin rabbits out the hat way i trick em misdirection
i pull up grippin smith and wesson
start stompin' a pussy's head in
leave him deafened
no discretion he fuck around, that's procession
not a threat, that's a censure
to ensure his ass learns a lesson


I got some blood on my shoe think i stepped on a nerve
been sippin on that poison, seein god
hemoglobin erode the curb
you pussies better watch and learn or get murdered, bitch this the purge
minor fuck up all i need to put a pussy in the dirt
he fallin in the grave
i dont fuck with none of you all these pussy bitches lame
put the k to his temple then pull the trigger, skully break
i did what takes a lifetime in a day-r-e-t-c-h
the last face you see 'fore you decay
dump you in the
pacific ocean, specific with how i rip you open
surgical with it, but no emotion when the medication laced
hoppin in the whip, lane switchin, drive like i stole it
put 2 dots in his ass like semicolon
He fuck with us
Might run it up
Just do it for the check
I never give a fuck
My feelings numb
I pull up, slice his neck
That mothafucka chew him up and spit him out like bubble gum
I come correct
Thats double fun
Takeshi with it
Don't see the sun
I like the cold


Cyanide sippin', throat grippin', don't hold my tongue when i speak
I keep a heater like it's july, hiding it in my tattered jeans
My life so bleak without the shrieks of the weak
Take a peak into my soul the colour black all you see
pullin rabbits out the hat way i trick em misdirection
i pull up grippin smith and wesson
start stompin' a pussy's head in
leave him deafened
no discretion he fuck around, that's procession
not a threat, that's a censure
to ensure his ass learns a lesson ay yuh

SOULLESS

Prod. Zyller and Zepelin :) i love this beat so much

Cover by minxx :D  https://linktr.ee/fizzyminx

Lyrics:

[hook]
muhfuckas cant do what i do (what i do)
the glock i cock back and i shoot it
stolen valor fit, salute
retch drop another hit, whats new bitch?
always been a pessimist
that shits just in my roots
they callin me sadistic
im just cynnical
yo bitch got all my songs on loop
dead skin, maggots crawl
the parasites up in your skull
face up on the asphalt
been seein red like a bull
brain scattered across the wall
i've always been unlikable
the pipeline
i do it for the people, for the grapevine

[verse]
sold my soul, yo role model lookin up to me
my lungs like burnt coals, i silence him - apostrophe
been smokin on charcoal, you bitches all just wannabes
i got a piece
i hit him with the stick i drain him like a leech
walkin round im stumlin
trippin dont know where the fuck im at
been sippin on vodka
need the strong shit to forget bout the past
come to my senses, bloody knuckles im fuckin up a motormouth
you want my autograph? i thought i was the one you couldnt stand
smoke so much ash cant fit in an urn
bridges burn
cutting ties
they try to take what i earned
muhfuckas never learn
turnin a blind eye to worms
watch em squirm and write 
like the early bird in the dirt (ay)
DVD logo put you in a corner hit you in the side
DID i go loco you pussies nun but livin lies
Like an IED blowin up london bridge is fallin down
Or unabomber - gonna send you to the sky

[bridge was freestyled/adlibbed and i cba to transcribe it]

[hook]
muhfuckas cant do what i do (what i do)
the glock i cock back and i shoot it
stolen valor fit, salute
retch drop another hit, whats new bitch?
always been a pessimist
that shits just in my roots
they callin me sadistic
im just cynnical
yo bitch got all my songs on loop
dead skin, maggots crawl
the parasites up in your skull
face up on the asphalt
been seein red like a bull
brain scattered across the wall
i've always been unlikable
the pipeline
i do it for the people, for the grapevine

[repeat of bridge]

PIPELINE

i love this beat sm 

dont have any cover art rn
[[LYRICS]]:

[Me]
makin green and sippin purple but this aint gta
speed demon, gtr speedin', road head ask her how the d taste pussy wanna fuck with me i pick apart his ribcage
stackin' chips way i make his bones crunch - frito lay
know that i dont fuck with nobody that copy imitations
i feel like roddy way i been gettin' rich and runnin campaigns banana clip like plantains, it peel 'em
a blank slate i'm leavin him
you feign pain like a demon
fuck it might relapse just for the fun of it, stumblin'
how you gonna do this shit for the guap but make none of it hit after hit i'm higher than benny paret, dyin' in scrimmage The try to fuck with the kid a muhfucka seein tunnel vision|yo' shit synthetic, polyester, you got your brand from shein i'm rockin louis v, leather - no PU, so loud make 'em scream if you lived like me you'd get used to the smell of quarters
the growl from eating disorder reason i can't even breathe my shit fucked

[Ako]

it’s survival of the fittest, take his teeth out like a dentist 
mix the opps up with my drugs like walter white, bitch i’m a chemist
they so mad, they ride my D, yeah they can’t do it independent 
i’m stomping you out on the cement 
you so mad at the way that i present
my existence doesn’t need reason 
sick of all these pussies thinking they demons
you ain’t spitting that heat bitch, yeah you barely is steaming
wes craven i leave em screaming
freddy kruger, haunting you while you is dreaming 
you ain’t believing the shit that you say
never speaking the truth, that is a treason 
let us not pretend, that you ain’t switching up like the flip of a coin 
shit is annoying
i try avoiding
but they stay toying
till i am boiling 
shit ain’t enjoying
they keep exploiting
build and destroying till i implode 
make him bite the curb, now im stomping out right in the road
put a opp in my blunt just before i roll
bitch

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST (w/ Ako - Prod. WXRST)

BLEHHHHH
Prod. Crwdxd he's actually awesome check him out :D
Cover by FIZZYMINXX

WRAITH W/ d4nii [Prod. Crwdxd]

TARGET

Producer and rapper, barely ever use soundcloud
Socials -https://retchmusic.carrd.co

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