Demons Come to Life

COLLECTING TRAP METAL FANS 🏴‍☠️🩸

RAGE SHIT

enjoy I'll make more if you guys want me to

focused 2.0?

Bangers XIII

Yippee

Lyrics

Came back just to kill and commit war crimes
Fuckers try to cut me they don't know my ties
I don't wanna battle
Wanna bleed of him of his life
If you step on my toes I'll gut you with my knife

Oh these fuckers obsessed
Oh these fuckers obsessed
They want all of my blood and won't settle for less
RIP HIS HEART THROUGH HIS CHEST
RIP HIS HEART THROUGH HIS ---------

Blood on your hands
10 bullets to your face
Fuck you and your friends
Imma leave em all to rest
Stomp out his head
And treat him like a pest
Imma take 20 bullets
Then cave out his chest

Anyone's villainous
Bring em down to my level
Is bringing down to the devil
never surrounded by gentle ass mother fuckers
are duckin just to get hit by the dozen
growin up hated by others
I never needed what wasn't already
cut up unloved and 
I'm just a shell with a spirit
Always been cussin and fearing that I'm the reason I'm bleeding
Always been fucked up believing that I could see more in people
Now I'm just stuck with these problems with no one else that can solve em 
And if you see me still coughin its cuz I been in withdrawal since all of these thoughts in my consciousness getting tangled by offerings that been made by the devil somebody get me a shovel, I'm tryna bury my struggles in 20 tons worth of gravel

WHAAT

20 TIES TO UNRAVEL
TURNING LIFE TO A BATTLE
ILL FUCKING STEP ON YOUR NECK
IF IT CAN GET ME A PADDLE
AND MAKE IT BACK TO A FRAGILE CASTLE
RULED BY A BROKEN MASTER
IM COPING WITH ROPE AND LAUGHTER
IM HOPING FOR MORE DISASTER

BLOOD
DO IT ALL FOR THE BLOOD
DO IT ALL FOR THE PAIN
IM OFFING MY LOVE
IM GOING INSANE
IM GOING INSANE

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
10 BULLETS TO YOUR FACE
FUCK YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS
IMMA LEAVE EM ALL TO REST

STOMP OUT HIS HEAD AND TREAT HIM LIKE A PEST
IMMA TAKE 20 BULLETS THEN CAVE OUT HIS CHEST

D13.

D13. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

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.©
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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

Gut Shot! [prod. shadyhelios x zer0xthrash]

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)

GRIM REAPA (feat. zer0xthrash) [prod. zer0xthrash]

Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' fuck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend fuckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
Fuck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy

I'm walkin' this bitch with a Glock in my hand
And a blade in my head, and all you bitches are fed
Fuck, what's the fake, why I eliminate any foe
That don't know exactly where I stand
I'm stayin' on your grave for the life that it take
And I'm makin' all of these big bands
Look at the fuckers, they're scattered like grass
When I tap on this gathering it's great
Fuck your existence, I'll put it away
And it is locked from the end of my plate
I'm comin' to D.C., I do not know pain
Walkin' with bullets inside of my brain
Motherfuckers up at the I.C.K., they're lookin' at your clique
And I know that we're all fake
I pull open the knives, we arise a new fate
We arise a new fate

Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' fuck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend fuckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
Fuck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy

ZER0XTHRASH X KILL DYLL - KXSO! [PROD.ZER0XTHRASH]

RichTalk x zer0xthrash - PIT CRASHERS! [prod. zer0xthrash]

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"XXXTentacion - 'I'm Not Human' (Feat. Lil Uzi Vert) (V3 Master)"

I'm Not Human	

I'm Not Human (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

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XXXTENTACION & Playboi Carti - Sippin Tea x Spider-Man 2099 Theme (prod. gargantuan mike)

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LYRICS:
Ok i'm tired of yall bitches acting on crazy shit
Feel like i wanna break shit lucifer dead inside my damn soul
You aint gonna murder you opps you done trapped yo self inside that damn house
You aint finna come outside i got my gang wimme finna pop out

My shooters artillery bombing bitches like japanese
My shooters stay witcha kids killing people like wasnt me
Why these bitches starting to act hard now?
Talk shit get hit get knocked out
Why these bitches starting to act hard now?
Talk shit get hit get knocked out

These bitches ain't bout what you say when i'm pullin up feeling hot ready to spray
I got chops with my gang and we pull up and bang
He sang what my choppa sang when i pull up and shot him up through his veins
He sang what my choppa sang when i pull up and shot him up threw his brain
hahahaha
Spin tha pussy boys block like a beyblade hit em up like wassup
Got my gang wimme finna clutch up ar aks get snuffed up

You better back up before i clutch up
You better back up before i pop out gang

Talk shit you get hit i pop em im wit it my homies we gun em his block uh we spinning
Ar get em thru the scope ar get em get some more take his body on the floor

Got his mom crying in the house while im popping in with my damn ghat
Popin to his damn house looking for the boy like were he at?

Ok i'm tired of yall bitches acting on crazy shit
Feel like i wanna break shit lucifer dead inside my damn soul
You aint gonna murder you opps you done trapped yo self inside that damn house
You aint finna come outside i got my gang wimme finna pop out

My shooters artillery bombing bitches like japanese
My shooters stay witcha kids killing people like wasnt me
Why these bitches starting to act hard now?
Talk shit get hit get knocked out
Why these bitches starting to act hard now?
Talk shit get hit get knocked out

He sang what my choppa sang when i pull up and shot him up through his veins

Take another step in those woods youll get
Cut afraid to leave you in the dirt little mutt
I keep my record dirty i shattered his jaw
And ain capping in my fucking raps i did it all
One to the jaw and three to the mouth
I hope he is finding out what this is about
His poor fucking mother got raped in the mouth
By his own fucking son wtf is this about

Im in agony ive been searching for your love
I been searching high n above
Ive been lurking all over for you
And i just wanna break free
I just wanna break free from all of this agony in me
Can you save me? I need to get out

ZER0XTHRASH - TIRED & AGONY (prod. WVRD - ZER0XTHRASH)

FACE RIPPA! [prod. walkamongkings x zer0xthrash]

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

@txazz
@six_blades

[LYRICS]

TXAZ:
?

RATTLESNAKE:
I DESTROY HER LIFE THEN I TEACH HER HOW TO TIE A NOOSE 
BLADE STUCK IN HIS STOMACH I GOT BLOOD ALL ON MY FUCKING BOOTS 
I'M TOO FUCKED BITCH I'M IN NEED OF A LOBOTOMY 
PULL UP IN A UH IMA PULL UP IN A FUCKING

IMA PULL UP IN A TANK
PUSSY U ARE GONNA DIE TONIGHT
MAKE HIM FUCKING DRINK 500 MILLIGRAMS OF CYANIDE
PULL UP WITH THE GANG? UR EMBARRASSING URSELF
BITCH STOP ACTING ALL HARD YOU SHOULD JUST GO AND COMMIT SUICIDE

S!XBLADES:
555, GONNA KILL HIS FAMILY
TO NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT YEAH, BITCH I'M AN EPEDEMY
FUCKER YOU DON'T MAKE SHIT
JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE BITCH
YOU WON'T GET INTO PLAYLISTS
UNLESS YOU FUCKING PAY BITCH

BREAKING DOWN HIS DOORKNOB
BITCH I AM A WARLOCK
GONNA LET HIS BRAIN SPILL ON THE CARPET WITH MY 4 SHOTS

FUCK ME UP
CUT ME UP
DO IT AGAIN AY
SHOW ME THAT I AM A FAG WITH NO FRIENDS

WARLORD (FT. TXAZ + S!XBLADES) [PROD. TXAZ]

prod https://soundcloud.com/sorrow_bringer

LYRICS: I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga
Like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches
She rollin' swishers for her bitches
I bought my niggas they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju- (okay, okay, okay...)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin
I beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back i'll do ya
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Deleted Account (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

Lyrics:

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests 
I'm moving lethal i'm never no less
I ain't got a PC just specs on the tec
Ain't sayin you won't make it but boy it's a - stretchhh
Like i'm stretchin your flesh 
Fuck bout no money I want my respect 
I'm pressing this piece to his head make a mess 
Could call me Paul Walker , i'm fast as it gets

One down lay dead 
We get down like that
Said i'm gon rain fire 
When I tote my fire 
Watch how my glock hi-top skin fades -
This beam his face 
Girl i'm riding round whats the location 
Pull up with the drive by leave his home vacant 
Boy you know that you could die bout this money i'm making 
All this muhfuckin paper
Chasing
Horns pierce the skin on my head call me Satan 
Say that I ain't bout it at this point you hatin
Scythe with the hoodie they know that I'm takin yo

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests uh 
Like insects, best watch where they step 
Incense, want smoke , cigarette 
Infected and i'm seeing red
You will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 

Pest
 
Pest

PEST

NIKKO - PEST (prod. Kiraw)

THIS ONE IS FOR THE MOSH TO TWEAK OUT TO!

SOCIALS:
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/ssjdaki/
TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@ssjdaki
Twitter - https://twitter.com/dakialmighty

LISTEN TO THE SONG ON ALL PLATFORMS:
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/4jFdrKsm6edP3y0wwYifaA?si=2c0695bcbdbc4603
Apple Music - https://music.apple.com/us/album/bum-rush-simon-says/1712240391?i=1712240392

LYRICS:
BUM RUSH -
OK LIKE RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT UP
I STAY WITH KARMA, THATS THE MOB
YEA WE CAN NEVER GIVE NO FUCKS
DONT NEED NO ARMOR WHEN WE SLIDIN
WE GON SMOKE EM OUT LIKE RUNTZS
I CALL HER DAHMER, SHE GON EAT ME UP
SHE LOVE IT WHEN WE FUCK

CUZ WE BEEN MOVIN LIKE THE BEST ONES
MY NIGGAS NEXT UP
I LET EM KNOW, I ALWAYS FLEX UP
I LET MY CHEST PUMP
THEY TRIED TO FOUL ON US, THEY MESSED UP
I LET THAT TEC DUMP
ITS SSJ, HE KNOW TO BLESS BUCKS
GO GET YOUR CHECKS UP

I BEEN PUTTIN THIS PRESSURE ON FOR A MINUTE
THEY BEEN BEGGIN FOR AIR BUT I CANT FORGIVE EM
BULLETS KNOCKIN EM DOWN, LOOKIN LIKE A MIDGET
HOW WE RIDE IN THE NIGHT, TELL EM FUCK A TICKET
HE WANT HEAT THEN WE PUT THAT BOY ON A SKILLET
KEEP A BURNER, I GRIP IT WITH OVER MITTENS
ALL THESE NIGGAS ARE PUSSY, A BUNCH OF KITTENS
BUT THEY TALKIN TO ME LIKE THEY FUCKIN WIT IT

LIL NIGGA I CANT GO
HIT HIS EYE, CUT HIM UP LIKE DEATHSTROKE
MINIMIZE, TURN THAT BOY TO DUST
CHOPPA FINNA DUMP, MAKE HIM UP THE TEMPO
IMMA GO STRAIGHT FOR THE END ZONE, FOR THE WIN
LIL BITCH I PUSH AND PUSH AND PUSH
AINT NO LOVIN
AND ALL THAT SHIT THEY SPITTIN IS NOTHIN, DIRT
ITS LESS THAN THIS RUBBISH

OK LIKE 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I TELL EM
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
YEA GO AND 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH

SIMON SAYS -
HEARD THAT THESE NIGGAS WERE FEELIN TOUGH
THEY WANT WAR WELL IM TELLIN EM "LETS GO"
POP A ROCK IN HIS TOP LIKE A HEADSTONE
KEEP A STICK AND IT MAKE HIM GO (HEY!)

POP, PRESTO
WE ON SHIT THAT COMPETING WITH DEATH ROW
RIDE AROUND WITH THAT (SHH), WE CANT LET KNOWN

I CANT LET EM GET UP TO MY PACE, NOT EVEN LITTLE BIT
I BEEN BETTER THAN NIGGAS SINCE A LITTLE KID
I WAS 15 AND POPPIN IN THE 916
THROW THAT BOY IN THE PIT, IM KICKIN AT HIS RIBS
NOW GO LISTEN UP AND DO WHAT SIMON SAYS

WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK YEA
WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK NOW 
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK YEA
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK NOW 
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
YEA GO AHEAD
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
OK NOW 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
YEA YEA YEA 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS!

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS! (PROD. MUD)

RichTalk x Kota b - KAMIKAZE TWINS! [prod ACIDD x zer0xthrash ]

TIMMY

LYRICS

IM THE CEO BITCH
I’LL OPEN UP YOUR CITY’S MOSH
GORE STREET SHIT
MAKE YOUR CORE GET ROCKED
IM ON GORE STREET BITCH
IM A GORE STREET BOSS
CROWD SURF, FLIP
EVERY VENUE GET LOST
IM THE CEO BITCH
I’LL OPEN UP YOUR CITY’S MOSH
GORE STREET SHIT
MAKE YOUR CORE GET ROCKED
IM ON GORE STREET BITCH
IM A GORE STREET BOSS
CROWD SURF, FLIP
EVERY VENUE GET LOST

как одной Андерграунд тусовке удалось
скрестить РП с грайн кором
что это звучит свежо Интересно а главное
куда более

i feel like micheal
bitch i’m a capo
get on your knees like you enter a chapel
bite in your core like a mafuckin apple
i’m a big fish you a mafuckin tadpole
whipping this shit with her face in my lap ho
hoppin the scene im not needing a grapple
me and my team make your city streets rattle

You follow orders, youre nothing but cattle

I got some shit to say okay
Put your life on delay okay
Are you living good today? Okay
Im eating steak, filet, okay
Im writing rap essays, okay
Nothing I cant convey, okay
Gore street I cant betray, okay
You dont got the answers sway, okay

I CANT HEAR WHAT YOU SAY
TAKE MY DICK UP OUT YOUR MOUTH
KNOW YOU WISH YOU COULD PLAY
A SONG THAT MOVES THE FUCKIN CROWD
GO AND FUCK UP THE STATE
YOU FROM THE NORTH OR FROM THE SOUTH?
DOIN THIS EVERY DAY
TAKE MY DICK UP OUT YOUR MOUTH

GORE STREET BOSS (PROD. TAKIZAVA/$TRANDED)

Dance in the Moonlight..I know the mood is right.

moonlight [prod. sidepce]

Easier said than done </3

Prod. By Nick Mira

Goodbye & Good Riddance

Lucid Dreams

eye contact (look me in my eyes) [prod. sidepce]

IG: richtalk23 🕷️
Midwest Hellspawn🦇

FACE RIPPA! [prod. walkamongkings x zer0xthrash]

RichTalk™️