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7th or St. Tammany

THAT'S VERY MINIMALIST OF YOU

ROMULUS

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YUNGDEATHLILLIFE

CERBERUS (FEAT. DRAGONMANE)

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lyrics

give me my space but don't leave me alone
ran from the place that i never called home
got me a taste of the world i could own
cover my face and i speak with my soul
look in my eyes and you know that i know
but you don't know what you know that i know
follow me down i've got something to show
hand me the key and i'll open the door

i don't want to be all alone
i don't want to walk on my own
i know i tend to be the one to go
but girl without you here i feel so cold

moments in the past i'm moving further from them
moments in the future you can watch while i become them

resurrection

killstation - oxytoca (prod. killstation)

Swervin through the Mud (Produced By OFASHO & J Digital)

OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQRsDx11pCg

[VERSE I: SOULJA RAG MURDER]

all i see is scrubs
face mean mugged
on a couple drugs
smoke with migo plug
FTP my blood
grey the fucking gang
boy stay in your lane
never high
just maintain
hate this fame
hate this game
take these shoes
last a day
oil flowing through my veins
lil remains that make that stain
y'all look good in cellophane mane
insane
real blade
swing it through your fucking brain
i said fuck 'em
we got a problem?
what you gonna do with it?
i think nada
just a persona
and i'm nirvana
popping xans to make you mad i know you want some
rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
got an ounce of the coke white snow floating
river road shawty
yung christ the one chosen
slick tote the AK47 stolen
woadie joscin' 

[VERSE II: SNOWMANE]

all of yall are oversaturating 'preme and bape
bitch its FTP all fucking day
all yall look the fucking same
fuck the fame
fuck a lane
bitch i'm bout to swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change
bring out your dead and blaming it on yung plague
bitch i pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg until i say OK
K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
all i gotta say is G*59 until the grave
1 color
2 numbers
3 fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
i'm like fuck the others
ima bring the ruckus
i might fuck your bitch
she swears she suffers under the covers
ima hell hound
hell bound
shawty wanna die
ima sell pounds
shawty said she might let them bells pound
shawty wanna cry
i'm like fuck
every night keep turning black
i close my eyes

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

2ND HAND

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]

definition of the living dead
got a dead bitch giving head
tulip flowers growing on my bed
rust and blood settle on my lead
broken soul but i'm breaking bread
head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
but no swinging like a helicopter
got it covering this chopper
spitting out them yoppas
got the drama with the lama
i can get you to nirvana
run them pockets proper
we create our own karma
balboa out the magnolia
northside soulja
need the keys to the rover
yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]

ruby the fucking ape
ruby the fucking orangutan
mumbling nothing
just the discussion of public destruction
i'm up in flames
the soulja by the lake
feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank 
sipping the tang out of an AK
kangaroo the next lane
lame move you looking plain
can't redo the flex mane
camo on my body like i just got back from war
i heard a bang in the bank
ben frank on the floor
back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
i'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more
i'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

AUDUBON

[VERSE I: CHARLES LEE RAY}

turn this bitch into virginia tech ay
got the chopper just to make 'em wet ay
dynamite around my vest ay
we them G59 terrorists ay
keep throwing threats
and i'll keep yawning
light my cigarette
you just keep on talking
watch where you tread
please watch where you walking
i'm from vietnam better known as new orleans
the smell of death is so, so familiar
i'm that silhouette
that all black figure
grave digger
grey killer
lil cut throat
drag 'em to the river
watch his fucking body float

[VERSE II: RAINDROP WALKA]

two empty pill bottles
i'm fucking ducking
i can't call my plug no more
oh no
but i'll probably say fuck it
oh how i love it
really it ain't for discussion
but the truth ain't that far from it
i keep on bugging
like fuck it ima say it
like fuck it ima fuck up
like fuck it ima "fuck up"
and it's fucked up
it's just my dumb luck
it's just my dumb luck
you'll never put me down more than i have
you'd have been down and it's more than i have
fake fucking smile with the knife in my back
fake fucking child bitch that's just how you act

KILL YOURSELF Part XIII: The Atlantis Saga

HARD TO TELL

Prod. Cast
Rest in Peace Lilpeep.
ATOMS(DEATH+):
https://soundcloud.com/lofiprophet
https://twitter.com/__DEATHPLUS

LiL PEEP x ATOMS - BODY

prod. by @guardinmusic

lyrics
--------
i see them looking at me
from right outside of my window
i see the monsters that creep
they lurk when i'm sparking my indo
holding the smoke till i choke i won't breathe till they exit my airways
coping by hoping tomorrow is better i dwell in the stairway 

fuck it i just wanna drive
i love the feeling of feeling alive
do you ever contemplate suicide?
falling asleep on his shoulder while i
cry in my pillow alone in my bed
smother the sounds of the voice in my head
losing my voice so i speak with a pen
writing agendas so i can pay rent

this is my life
this is not shit you could cut with a knife
no tension here but the stress is as thick as the buds
i've been breaking & smoking all night
why do i write all about me?
why can't you see all the things that i see?
am i alive? is my brain just pullin' tricks on me?
get out alive or just live in a dream

sorry i suck
i'm full of shit i do not give a fuck
i've got disorders in folders inside of me tucked
undiagnosed but i know i am fucked
up in my head
writing about it again & again
it's getting hard to write songs about flowers 
when showers are cold & my phone's always dead

i think that i'm fine
when i'm alone in my
bed with my bong packed tight
my throat's been sore all night
sip that water quick
before you might get sick
tacks and thorns will prick
my words will never stick

shadow

lyrics:

Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I cant stand you not gonna take that sitting down okay I'll slam ’em
Body drop like drowning pool he 17 boy stay in school
Aint' gonna make me lose my cool that fan gonna blow right out the blue

I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
But he ain't coming back so don't be waiting for that sequel
Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear view
I dont care bout if this feed you watch me blade the key like Riku
I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover call your people get your brother
I'm aiming at yo mother if he think he slick as butter cant believe it grabbed your cousin while they dreaming under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse still gonna beat the buzzer
They never should of let me out
The cage I been in lying down
Exposing all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now
Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out
Yea 1k
Keep that shit 1k
Ball hard like 2k
Get yo face
Out my space, erase
Everything you make
Real quick, uh
Black hole yo shit
Attract yo bitch she pull close get sucked in
Damn that twit pic
She follow dick
Slip in slide her DM slip inside her she get wet
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like tech-9 divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like its triple x
I triple up yo debt
Now he doubting if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah wah
Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check that's pointed at yo chest
Whatchu' want wit me
Nigga whatchu' want wit me
This a Kodak moment cause we in here smoking broccoli


Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up
Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up

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6. Flashbang

Bones - ChangeOfScenery (Prod. Deergod)

DEAD OR IN JAIL (prod. Guillermo) Ft.CROOKEDTOM

CLYDE (I HOPE AT LEAST ONE OF MY EX GIRLFRIENDS HEARS THIS)

TRACK #21 FROM "THE TWO OF US ARE DYING".

ARTWORK BY KYLE J THOMPSON.

COMPOSED, ARRANGED, WRITTEN, PERFORMED, RECORDED, PRODUCED, ENGINEERED, MIXED, MASTERED & RELEASED BY KILLSTATION.

ILLUSION (PROD. KILLSTATION)

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$NOT - BERETTA ft. WIFISFUNERAL [PROD. ETHANCX]

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cat soup & bones - lock-on

VERSE I: Lil Remains]

still riding with my devils
ain't shit changed
gun to my temple
sharpen up the blade
feel the motherfucking phonk like it's '93
grim reaper in a jeep when i hit the streets
motherfuckers better hide
better duck quick
it's the sandman
better run
shift back to my old ways, old days
pill bottles in the cabinet
i can't feel my face

[HOOK: Lil Remains]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
x2

[VERSE II: Lil Remains]

Dope in a bag
brown-yellow rock
they don't know slick
they don't know the block
tell me what you want?
Tec or the Wok?
say the world is yours
got your world in my sock
hoes tryna fuck
hoes tryna lock
eat that bitch's box
suck my dick and give me top
how could I forget?
medicating with Gelatto
car sports model and my gun is semi-auto
lately trip a lot
lately sip a lot
scripts from my doc
finesse him like a cop

[HOOK] x1

[VERSE III: Yung Maraschino]

Three houses, 2 cars
I'm a boss
facts
spent a hunny thou sucking all my snot back
fucking ducking
that's a small quack
blowing out a broad's back
I can't fucking cum because my dick is numb and all that
fall back
I'ma call back (psyche)
where my dogs at?
lining up the chalk fat
yeah, her ass left
but she brought it back
shawty pointing at that shit
so I bought her that

[HOOK: Yung Maraschino]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
baby
fuck what they say
next time they talk
I'ma fuck their face

[VERSE IV: Yung Maraschino]

reach into my pocket
yeah, I fucking got it
oooh that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket
blunt full of gossip
just so I don't vomit
never play it cautious
could give a fuck if I lost it
fuck a 4
yeah, gimme 30 o's
it's time to fucking go
it's time to fucking go

[HOOK]

[OUTRO: Yung Maraschino]

I can't stop now
what's the point?
I can never calm down
x2

BIZARRO

Produced By Jaguarclaw 

[LYRICS]
SEE I CAME TO THE CLUB
WITH A CHOPPA ON ME
AND YOU KNOW MY DOGS
GONE FOLLOW ME
AND IF SOMETHING POP OFF
THEY GONE RIDE FOR FREE
AND WE GONE
WE GONE
WE GONE 
WE GONE
WE GONE TEAR 
THAT BITCH DOWN
REALLY WONT PLAY
MIGHT GET FOUND
YOU GONE KNOW WASSUP
WHEN I GET ROUND
SAVAGE LIKE IM 21
STAND DOWN
MOBBING IN THEM RED BOTTOMS
SAY A LOT
SIPPING LEG LOCK
STRAIGHT DROP
SHE GIVE ME HEAD
TILL HER HEAD DROP
JET HOP
BEDROCK
I FEEL LIKE FRED HUH
DROP DEAD
ON A BITCH
IF THEY SAY A LOT
SHOUTOUT TO MY WOES
DOING FED TIME
IVE BEEN IN THE KITCHEN
WHIPPING CAKE HUH
I CAME WITH A RIFLE
THATS THAT HEAD SHOT
MOBBING IN NEW ORLEANS
THATS THAT DEAD LOCK
HIT LIKE MADLOCK
MADLOCK MADLOCK
I GET YOUR  HEAD CHOPPED
HEAD CHOPPED HEAD CHOPPED
I POP A WHOLE LOT
WHOLE LOT WHOLE LOT
I NEED THAT PRIME TIME
SIP SLIME
SLOW WOCK
YEAH SHOUTOUT MY LIL WOADIE
DOING FED TIME
WE GONE BUST IN THIS BITCH
IF THEY PLAY LIGHT
HEAD FIRST WITH THE SHITS
WHEN MY MEDS RIGHT
PULL UP SKRRT SKRRT SKRRT
GET YA HEAD RIGHT
SEE I CAME TO THE CLUB
WITH THAT CHOPPA ON ME
AND YOU KNOW MY DOGS
GONE FOLLOW ME
AND IF SOMETHING POP OFF
THEY GONE RIDE FOR FREE
AND WE GONE
WE GONE
WE GONE
WE GONE
WE GONE 
TEAR THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN
WHERE THEY AT WITH IT?
WHERE THEY AT HOE?
TEAR THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN
WHERE THEY AT WITH IT?
WHERE THEY AT HOE?

WHAT THE LICK READ
BLOCKING IN A SIX SPEED
BEEN PASSING ALL DAY
BITCH YOU CANT MISS ME
GLOCK NINETEEN
SIPPING ON SIXTEEN
I WAS NINETEEN
WORKING WITH A SIXTEEN
SHE WANT A NEW PURSE
I GAVE HER BLUE PERCS
PINK MOLLY
GREEN EARTH
SMOKING STARBURSTS
BIG WORK BIG WORK
LIKE A FARMER
YA BITCH MAD
YA BITCH HURT
CALL THE CORONER
WHY THEY REALLY WANNA GO
WITH A REAL ONE
SEND IT ALL
LET IT GO
TRYNA KILL SOME
BOY THAT KEL TEC
BLOW LIKE A WIND GUST
KEEP ON TRYNA TELL THESE HOES
BUT THEY SAYING NOTHING
SHH SHH
THEY DONT SAY NONE
SHH SHH
THEY DONT SAY NONE
SHH SHH
THEY DONT SAY NONE
SHH SHH
THEY DONT SAY NONE
WHAT THE LICK READ
BLOCKING IN A SIX SPEED
BEEN PASSING ALL DAY
BITCH YOU CANT MISS ME
GLOCK NINETEEN
SIPPING ON SIXTEEN
I WAS NINETEEN
WORKING WITH A SIXTEEN


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