ominous.

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

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

kill myself

(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


Lyrics:

(mom, I'm s!ck)
OD in the whip, OD when I flick
oh shit got that bitch bounce back in the whip
oh shit gon’ trip of the blunt in ma lips
(oh shit gon’ trip, oh shit, fuck)

OD in the whip, OD when I flick
oh shit got that bitch bounce back in the whip
oh shit gon’ trip of the blunt in ma lips
(oh shit, oh shit, gon’ trip uh!)

I don't give a fuck about the words that leave your fucking throat I’m
so numb, I'm so dumb
splatter my brain with a torgue gun

little baddie in the moshpit
sucking dumb dick
oh shit now she wanna come back
to my place and spend the night together
imma sever, all these bitches want 
cash and glimmer, imma finna give up (ugh)

[this is nothing but a transition between dimensions, change if you so will.]

I dont care a lot for conversation
imma get it imma make it cuz im destined 
I dont care a lot for conversation
I just get it, imma make it, imma make it, imma-

i don’t care a lot for communicating 
on the spaceship that im on
has no space for daydreams
imma make it
this is basics, bitch this is basics

i just keep my distance to you pussy motherfuckers
all the shit you tryna sell me is just hopeless fucking nonsense
keep going, keep working, keep improving on the daily
fuck a bitch imma make it

I can see the times change
I can hear the walls break down
from the castle that I built
shutting all my demons out
you can't run away forever
thats what mama once said
but my sickness doesn't care
all it does is spread

fucking spreads through my nerves,
losing time
is anything supposed to be mine
hold me tight, dont let go
I dont want to die
(dont wanna die, don’t wanna die, don’t wanna die)

I can see the times change
I can hear the walls break down
from the castle that I built
shutting all my demons out
you can't run away forever
thats what mama once said
but my sickness doesn't care
all it does is spread

Prod. s!ck (me)

ODinthewhip

Lyrics:

Pull up to the party got a blunt lit
talking bout weed? Imma taste it
2 bad bitches on my damn stick
shoot me in the face, that's a damn stitch.

Pull up to the party got a blunt lit
talking bout weed? Imma taste it
2 bad bitches on my damn stick
shoot me in the face, that's a damn stitch!

[heavy breathing]

Lay down in ma tomb I cant die
with a blunt like this.
Falling down in the well turning time
with a blunt like this.
2x

Pain in my fucking skull,
voices talking make me numb,
all this shits so fucking dull,
smoking till im going dumb-

-shit out your mouth,
metal spits, take your soul,
if you are not careful
watch where you fucking go

roll another j,
I cant think anyway.
All the shit that's in my head
its all just me and you and you and me.

I don't get it can you tell me where to go?
Think I'm slow
and my eyes, keep em fucking low.
I don't get it, I don't know.

I don't get it, why you running?
Thought that we were done with it.
Now im speeding through the city
and I'm keeping lead in it.

Time is running out,
I don't think that i am ready.
Take my money and my pride
and a shovel, get to digging - 

cuz everytime my brain thought
I am kinda like god,
kinda like a lord, like a man, like a saviour,
things just get apparent, i am nothing but a graveborn.
An undead soul wandering this space ball.

Think I wanna stay but I still run away.
White ash on the road indicating my trail,
I fail to see the signs
underneath my eyes,
wanna rise but unconsciously planing my demise - but I rise still

See me going up to heaven.
All i really wanted on this motherfucking planet,
was drained and damaged,
I can't manage,
fucking mental,
I'm a fucking savage

Lay down in ma tomb I cant die
with a blunt like this.
Falling down in the well turning time
with a blunt like this.
2x

Prod. me

pa!nw!th!n

Lyrics:

Already half past 4,
looking at the floor.
I been smoking all my weed
and looking at the door -
waiting silently, hiding from eyes, no more lies, 
I might die here and you wont even lay here beside me

nah, lets take another hit and tell me its-
alright, all of this is nothing but another-
ball fight - I went through hell and back before, 
so this is nothing but a detour.

Roll the windows down
while we creeping through the hood.
Better make no sound,
paint the walls and streets in blood.

I don't remember how 
it started, but its clear that i don't got it, 
I been trying so hard but cannot be bothered to get my shit-

sorted. I’m a program, it loading, can you not see my coding, 
floating in an abyss I call my body, my own belonging 
is nothing but a lonely catastrophic system with errors-
(“look at him, what a big shot”)

(nah!) You don't get it, I don't fuck with anybody in my field. 
Never sober, time is over, you could not last in my feels.
In my temple, smoking green till my body fucking heals.
Shout out to my fucking plug, for the purple that he deals.

High heels, champagne -
wifey caked up.
Lead spread, play games -
bitch you fucked up.
no way I’ll pray,
I'll run you down with an AK and a big ass blunt!

Run away, don’t stay the same.
Don't turn back now -
I know you are afraid but you have to-

Run away, don’t stay the same.
Don't turn back now -
I know you are afraid but you have to-
(run away, run away, run away)

(Prod. me)


DETERIORATION

CadillacSteppa

THEWALLSARECLOSINGIN!

too bad I'm too high to record any vocals for this

(this wasn't a microdose)

PERM4FR0ST //(freezing to death in outer space)

original vocals by Olya Holiday [https://www.instagram.com/olya_holidayy]
beat by me.

insane (feat. olya holiday)

experimental beats made by a human being.

insta: momims.ck
discord: momimsick

s!ck

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