[LiL ZILLA]

[VERSE I]
sloth in the cut
rip your gut 
spill your stomach bitch 
cocked at the flock 
semi loaded 
fucking run it bitch
rounds out 
fuck you talking like bitch what was it 
rounds out 
tie this fucking rope round your throat bitch 
I’m talking a plan for my suicide I need a rope and a chain and a place I can hang and 100 bodies now engulfed in the flames 
and I’ll hammer a nail into both of my feet
I'll hang from the light on the street and now satan has slated a presence in me I’ll invade it with flies and the locust will feast as they burn out their eyes throwing shade up at me 

[VERSE II]
hoes all around me and still you all doubt me 
I’ve gotten everything Ive wanted you out me 
until you put me down inside of the ground with a crown on my head and the bleats of the crowd ringing inside and out of the devilish hallow and seep out the sounds thatll creep back around 
ceiling fan spinning
don’t think that I’m winning 
the devil is grinning 
my blood is thinning 
I'm killing everything inside of my vision 
I’m blind to the sight of the way that you risen
I’m using everything I have just to kill him 
so just be it known I’m the one that had split him
sloth in the cut
rip your gut 
spill your stomach bitch 
cocked at the flock 
semi loaded 
fucking run it bitch
rounds out 
fuck you talking like bitch what was it 
rounds out 
tie this fucking rope round your throat bitch 
rounds out 
fuck you talking like bitch what was it 
rounds out 
tie this fucking rope round your throat bitch

RIDIN WIT' LiL ZILLA

PAIN AGAIN [PROD. NATEC]

New Glock

Here's the other song I made in the homies kitchen 


Lyrics: 
I just wanna flex 
Need to rep
Homie better step 
Bullet drumming for your chest 
Needa sec 
Needles bent

Nightmare on elm street 
Pull up on a jet ski 
Night vision on, no song 
Represents me

Metal pelicans 
Fly saucers like its 51 
Sentry gun on anyone 
Who ever wanna flex the front

Dirty Sprite 
A better life 
Ain't something 
That your getting fight 
For nothing 
Hold a dozen 
Sticks 
But never 
Got a limb to climb

Staring down a red beam
He loo on the set 
I feel nothing is a bet we
Reaching for the fence piece

Aqua body 
Draw the goblin 
Overstretch 
Your 
Plots dissolving

Rapper asses get a flogging 
In the mix and get to robbin

I dont wanna rap more 
Your off by like a half 
Step 
Go into your songs 
And I'm cleaning off the cobwebs

Bitches found the back door 
Treat him like it's bad breath 
Never catch me slacking 
I'll be grinding till I'm I'm last left

Motor in the distance
Setting up a back drop 
acting like a liquid 
Faking on the laptop

You ain't get a witness 
Never really had one 
He ain't with the fitness 
he boutta get his abs crunched

Banging off, your outta luck 
He catch a pinch of outer dust 
It's best to quit 
And call it wraps 
Is what he thinks about his stuff

Banging out these tracks like it's a hammer to a nail
I cannot stand it when I fail 
But your so damaged that it sails 
The way you give up when you try 
Must
Be genetic in itself

I've been so ready just to rail 
On all of you been feeling stale

FILTH MOUNTAIN [Prod. SONNATIC]

ICYRED x LXXIV x VAMPCRY - VIRUS [prod. BANG x FINESSE]

"THE VESSEL" DECEMBER 15TH.

@ENDOINDIGO
I WORKED SO HARD FOR THIS SHIT 
TELL ME WHATS THE PURPOSE  
I WORKED SO HARD TO BE SHIT
THE STENCH MAKES ME NAUSEOUS
 
BITCH BOY DO NOT MAKE ME PUT NO MOTHER FUCKIN EFFORT IN THIS GOD DAMN RAP 
FOR YA END UP GETTING SEVERED 
I GOT RAGNELL ON MY WAIST AND IM KNOWN FOR GETTING CLEVER 
TAKING CANDY FROM A BABE ZERO TO DEATH APPLYING PRESSURE
WITH THE WAY I DISSECT I DETECT DISRESPECT
GO PRESS F IN THE CHAT FOR YOUR HOMIE WHO DEAD
I DONT GOT NO FUCKING FILTER ILL REPEAT WHAT I SAID
GO PRESS F IN THE CHAT FOR YOUR HOMIE WHO DEAD

FOR YOU END UP GETTING CLAPPED IN A TRAP LIKE YA STUCK UP IN THE MAP
TALKING ALL THAT SHIT THE INSTANT THAT I TURN YOU TO   MY BACK 
WHY CANT YOU SAY IT TO MY FACE YOU BETTER SAY IT TO THE STRAP
IF YOU AINT GOT NOTHING TO SAY YOU BETTER NEVER EVER CAP
NO STOP NEVER CAP 
NO STOP NEVER CAP

SATURNULTRA:
PULL UP TO YOUR HOUSE IN AN ALL BLACK SILVIA
POCKETS ON ME HEAVY WITH THE BANK OF AUSTRALIA
NOT SO FUCKIN TOUGH NOW I DONE BROUGHT YOU ALL THE MANIA
I DONE CHANGED A LOT FROM WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS A FAILURE

IMA LEVEL UP ON MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE DIRT
SHOULDA LEFT ME IN THE PAST, SHOULDA LEFT ME THERE TO BURN
PUSSY BITCH I TRIED TO DIE BUT THE SHIT DIDN'T WORK
LEMME TURN THE FUCKIN TABLE, BOUTA BE ON MY BERZERK

COUGHIN UP A LUNG NOW I GOT BLOOD UP ON MY NIKES
IF HE FUCKIN TOUCH ME HE NOT LEAVIN HERE TONIGHT
IM A FUCKIN VESSEL MADE OF SHIT THAT I DONT LIKE
I AM FUCKIN SPITE AND JEALOUSY PERSONIFIED

I CANT SHUT THE VOICES UP, THEYRE TEARING ME APART
I BEEN WORKED TOO HARD, I NEVER THOUGHT ID GET THIS FAR
AND MAYBE ALL THOSE YEARS AGO I REALLY JOINED THE STARS
AND THIS HAS ALL BEEN A NIGHTMARE THAT IM HAVING WITH NO HEART

Spotify

BANK OF AUSTRALIA FT. INDIGOENDO (PROD. SATURNULTRA)

747 Superflex

WRONG PERSON (FEAT. PRXJEK) [PROD. PHOSPHATE]

First part: @deademane
Second part: @nastiitaxii
Produced by: @deademane

Sirens (feat. Na$tii)

MELT

Produced by: @deademane
Original: Denzel Curry - DIET

Antidote

Dharma
@mfnf @crashblossomsclique
booking: saturnultra00@gmail.com

BANK OF AUSTRALIA FT. INDIGOENDO (PROD. SATURNULTRA)

SATURNULTRA

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