harakiri.

ominous.

(mom, I'm s!ck)

ay, 187, got my weapon
what you say bout me?
yeah, let the bullets rip through 
pile 'em in the streets, bitch.

Fuck these pussies make em suffer
talking shit bout me.
I will hunt you down 
and set your spirit free.

ay, 187, got my weapon
what you say bout me?
yeah, let the bullets rip through 
pile 'em in the streets, bitch.

Fuck these pussies make em suffer
talking shit bout me.
I will hunt you down 
and set your spirit free.

the keys? silent.
enemies? dying.
I got thousand bullets for you, 
shoot your knees - fighting.

bitch get the fuck off my dick now
you been sucking for an hour, I ain't cummin. how?
pussies pass lanes and they keep on talking
find me in the shadows where I be on stalking 

fuck around with Satan
and your doomed now
run away before I make you scream louder


bitch I'm in the shadows 
I keep lurking, I keep creeping
imma fuck around with Satan
imma fuck around with demons

ey fuck off you imbecile useless cunt
fuck off before I make you run ay

baggy in my pockets
I roll it and I smoke it
fuck your bitch, I'm on it
she on my macaroni 

fuck it imma shoot you down
bullets ripping through your men
I aint never stopping
watch me as I'm cooking

fake god
I'm a fake God
fake god
im a fake god bitch
fake God
fake God
fake God
fake God ay

fuck all of your idols
got me a new rifle
I shoot them as my rivals
demons from my nightmares

fuck all of your idols
fuck all of your idols
fuck all of your idols
fuck you imma fake god

ay, 187, got my weapon
what you say bout me?
yeah, let the bullets rip through 
pile 'em in the streets, bitch.

Fuck these pussies make em suffer
talking shit bout me.
I will hunt you down 
and set your spirit free.

ay, 187, got my weapon
what you say bout me?
yeah, let the bullets rip through 
pile 'em in the streets, bitch.

Fuck these pussies make em suffer
talking shit bout me.
I will hunt you down 
and set your spirit free.

(featuring sushi: https://soundcloud.com/trshsushi)

187//fake g0d (ft. sushi)

I wanna eat your heart I wanna eat your soul
is that enough? No - not at all
I wanna feel the bones break
in-between my teeth 
all the red, fresh meat is what I feast - tonight

you're being served on a plate
just the freshest meat for my death date
a date with the reaper, I smell your fear and I'll eat ya
no more second chances, I am here and I'll beat ya

bitch step aside I am fucking possessed
stand in my way and I will snap your neck
talk down on me, I'll put guns to your head
fuck your designer I want all of you dead

I'm your deepest fear, I kill and dissappear 
you feel the end is growing near, I'll sit you by the mirror 
watch how I rip you open and eat your liver 
you can't see your end - wait - I'll make it clear 

I'll eat you up
flesh's not enough
I'll eat your mind
and all your thoughts 

(mom, I'm sick)

All those souls that I devour - demons, humans, they all cower
never speak no they unknowing, push them to the brink of blowing
I will sever heads until the end of me - watch how they all suffer its like drugs to me

I been at home in my dome and plotting for the end
sorry that I eat you now, I know you thought we're friends
look how you tricked me and now I tricked you
now pay the price with is your head on the floor

[audible suffering]

bitch 
I wanna fight, wanna fight 
in the most pit
I wanna die, wanna die 
it's a full Clip
you better hide, better hide 
I'm a ghost bitch
better hide, better hide

what bitch 
I wanna fight, wanna fight 
in the most pit
I wanna die, wanna die 
it's a full Clip
you better hide, better hide 
I'm a ghost bitch
better hide, better hide

c a n n i b a l

I got a knife in my hand
and two bitches in my bed
there's blood on my nikes 
you show up I'm seeing red

eat your heart and your eyes
I make sure that you stay dead
nothing really matters
I'm a fu-

don't blow your brains out
let me do that for you
look at my side
oh isn't that your boo

murder on my mind
uh killing you like 'boo huu'
red on my face
there's blood on my Nike shoes

what the fuck you said?
yeah im pulling up to your crew
you think you can beat me
read the fine print too

murder on my mind
uh killing you like 'boo huu'
red on my face
there's blood on my Nike shoes

there's blood, there's blood on my nike shoes
...

ay fuck
you counting up commas
I'm counting up bodies
trying to run
and hide in the lobby

itty bitty bitches
got my nikes on your skull
murder hotline 
I'm awaiting your call

crushing your bones
it's a blood bath
rip out your organs
like spaghetti
piling them up ay
nowhere to run ay
bitch I'm not done ay
bitch I'm not done ay

not again
not again
you're trying to run
and escape from your cage
but I put you back in
yuh pay for your sins
yeah you can scream
but no one is near

look what you done
what you made me do
you two maggots are happy
let me ruin the mood

I got guns for your heads
and knives for your spines
I get a call
I'm the murder hotline 

fuck that shit imma settle the score
got my knife tucked, I run down your door
stab your neck a thousand times
your blood spills on him and he sees you die

but now it's his time
let's have some fun
I know it's a crime 
i wanna see him run

please scream for help
bitch scream for help
scream for help 
you better scream for help ay

there's blood, there's blood on my nike shoes
...

(mom, I'm sick)

"Hello dear caller, welcome to the murder Hotline.
Your demand is our next kill.
All operators are currently busy but the next open line is already reserved for you.
Note that your call is very important to us 
so please hold the line.
Due to high demand, this might take up to 2 hours, but we will give our best to be with you as fast as possible.
Please do not kill yourself or anyone else while you're waiting."

1-800-MURDER-HOTLINE (blood on my nike shoes)

bitch-
watch-
out I'm in the shadows
of your ghetto, creeping round
imma fuck you up with demons
yeah they put you underground

imma fucking get this money
imma fucking get this dough
i will fuck up on your hoe
when you broke bitch come back home

I'm- a- fu- cking- 
threat when I'm coming back
packed with a strap
pulling up with a bad bitch
gimme head in a caddilac
I'm the best, that's straight facts yuh

better get out of my way
when my crew and I pull up
you stand face to face
with the guy that fucked you up

fuck bitch no
imma run it back
you say I look good
then you paint me black

my face is hot
but my soul decays
nothing I can do
fucking count my days

fuck you wanna go?
it's a face off then
come and bring your friends
I will rip you to shreds

you really wanna go?
it's a face off then
come and bring your friends
it's a face off then

it's a face off then
it's a face off then
...

FACE OFF

Instrumental version of my track "FACE OFF":
https://soundcloud.com/s-i-c-k-f-u-c-k/face-off

FACE OFF (instrumental)

HOMICIDE

smoke a cigarette
while I stomp on your skull
plain white tee
with your blood so dull

bury your pride
bury your hull
push you in hell
and I watch you fall

razor in hands and the days fly away
yeah watch me decay as I scream out your name
yeah not just a game it's okay hear me say
that i don't regret a single thing I did in this place

memories are not enough
remember me fondly uh

when I leave this place
hear the heathens say
watch them sing, watch them dance
as I blow out my brains

ever seen a motherfucker leave
in this heat and they bleed in the streets
and will die eventually yuh

raindrops as I weep in the deep end
drop tops and I see them scheming

pile the body bags
clean the blood off the walls
angels cry as you bring in your haul
steal from the rich
and give to the poor
eat the others, follow my call

pile the body bags
clean the blood off the walls
angels cry as you bring in your haul
steal from the rich
and give to the poor
eat the others, follow my call

I wake up in the morning and I step out in the streets
huge army tanks, they be waiting for me
yuh wanna die anyway, blow out my brain
count my days, can't live with the pain

I aim my weapon very steady put it on my head
a lot of shit to do but I wish I was dead
fuck what they say, run straight to the light
i look at these people and then kill myself

then kill myself yeah them kill myself
then kill myself yeah them kill myself
then kill myself yeah them kill myself
then kill myself yeah them kill myself

kill myself

EAT THA RICH

(broke ass bitch, but I've never been a better man - broke ass bitch, but I've never been a better man)

(mom, I'm sick)
dragging black bodybags 
down in my cellar
selling my clothes, one shoe
Cinderella 

aiming my shot, one shot
through their head yuh
at the end of the day
I need my fucking dinner

escape
through the light
through the light 
it's so bright
at the end I just might

leave behind
what I find
in my sight

I'm okay I'm alright
I'm al-
-right this way come along and find your plan
nothing in this word is there to keep your fucking head
everybody tries to grab your money and your feet
don't let them get a girp, or they will pull you in too deep

fucking up your manners
people try to steal your hands
they acting all dismissive
but they never even can

hold you when your slipping
have your back when it gets risky
they never even tried
they all see you as gipsy

I don't know what's going on
I don't believe the man
who's holding up a gun
to my head (to my head)

I don't know what's going on
I don't believe the man
who's holding up a gun
to my head (to my head)

look me in the eyes
and see the soul of a winner 
turn your bitch to ice
she cold like snow in the winter

wait stop you need
weight to defeat 
crumbling societies
but all you have is greed like

fuck up all your friends
for some bands in the bag
in the back of a Benz
writing tracks for the fans

for the bands that you get 
you're in trace in the whip
you pass out when I flip
and you try when I flick
out my knife

fuck around and find out how to dive
fuck around you better get it right
fuck around and find out how to die (die)

I don't know what's going on
I don't believe the man
who's holding up a gun
to my head (to my head)

I don't know what's going on
I don't believe the man
who's holding up a gun
to my head (to my head)

BODYBAGS

KILLSWITCH

I kinda make beats and record stuff // phonk, dark trap, trap metal

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