that noise in the background, thats my chains janglin

. M3RCI .guts (prod.gokutears)

the world goes around Ft. Wyatt

4. HiVE MiND (prod. Blaize Era)

grapple. (prod. splashgvng)

murderous

Creeping up out the cuts,
On the hunt boutta murder you,
Flicking ash from the blunt,
Bloody footprints from my shoe,
Caught you lacking past curfew,
Camouflaged up with the moon,
Got my knife now What's the move?
556 and 22s,

I'm that killa on the lose,
Change the channel watch the news,
I'm the demon, horns and hooves,
'nother soul that I consume,
Slowly digging up some tombs,
Found yo body dead and nude,
Removed ya face and ya tattoos,
Leave you dead, broke and abused.

Body parts up in my rooms,
Cook em up and make some food,
Spraying bodies with perfume,
Screamin while im bringing doom,
Dead bodies hang out my coup,
Blood is dripping while I cruise,
Thunder of hells eternal boom,
Heard the legend, is it true?

Beg for life and I refuse,
Sick of hearing the excuse,
Cock my Pistol, execute,
Slaughter your bitch of a crew,
Shoot ya family, eat ya goons,
Eat some flesh then i dilute,
Eat it up and leave no clues,
Crunch the bones and break a tooth.

Death of a Cultist

I’m on a spree, off my skin I’m flicking fleas
I’m empty, I’m alone in my home but a ghost is making the floor creak
Keep emotions on a leash 
Smoking reef, forgetting memories, but I
keep them like receipts
I will take them to the sea
Pouring my ash out in Atlantic oceans 
Spreading to the shore I keep on growing, 
Keep on flowing to where my soul is fucking meant to be 
I wake, try to be brave, I don’t want dust to be the only part that’s left of me
Never thought that I make it to 23 (what the fuck)
Been pleading for a reasons of why I fall to my degree
Demons tell me I’m just debris, I try to disagree Every day contemplating who to believe (who)
Walking in the street debating hanging from a tree 
I can’t sleep 
I can’t eat
Try to speak and I retreat
Looking back at everything is bittersweet
All I feel is defeat
Try to keep it discrete 
I don’t even know if I’ll ever feel complete 

Lung is full of tar 
Lung is-lung is full of tar 
Running-running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
Seep-seeping out their parts 


Sporting broken hearts on sleeves that feel too short
They ask me how I’m doing I say why the fuck you care for 
Smoke and hit record and say how life’s a bitch,
Now I’m feeling fucking stony when I’m brewing like a witch 
Smoking for a broken heart 
But my lung is full of tar 
Car running out of gas cuz I roll them in cigars
Split them with the same blade that I’m using for my arm 
Fake fuckers running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
They were doomed from the start
Same look you will never see in another eyes 
Seen too many die my body cannot cry I’m fucking dry 
I’m collapsing on myself like a star that died 
I’m refusing all the help all because of selfish pride 
Cells fighting wars in my body 
Demons saying fuck you, stop me 
I’m not good at confrontation or know karate
I’m destroying all around me, you can call me a tsunami 
I got my own body in a sleeper like I’m Sean O’Malley

RAINDROPS

Panic setting, panic lurking
Someone close the curtain 
I’m betting that I keep on hurting
Smoking back to back, I’m burning
Made by Burton, I’m not real, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay and wait for someone to throw the fucking dirt in
And I’m waking devastated when I’m thinking bout the body bags 
Visit mental graves so I’m always wearing fucking black 
Staying late up thinking and I’m breaking down from panic attacks 
Taking your reality and throwing it in the fucking trash 
I’m so numb that nothing can shake me 
Made it past the point of breaking
Brain is feeling like it’s caving
Mind and body aching 
Limbs shaking, head racing,
I’m debating my coffin or my cremation, gotta choose a place for my remains to lay in 


Made by Burton, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay, throw the fucking dirt in


I can never rest in piece, never hittin REM during sleep
I’m internalizing deep, getting weak
My dreams are nightmares where I can’t speak, shadows climbing on my chest, grabbing my throat and choking me 
Try to scream but all I can do is weep
How long does it take to feel normal again?
I’m spending every day waiting for the day to end 
I’m on game seven with my demons and I can’t defend 
I’m transcending into heaven, from this life I was condemned 
I’m a fallen angel like I’m Lucifer, toss me into the lake
And I realize Hell is painful as I’m going up in flames 
I abandon all hope when I reach the gates
Now I’m the king of demons and they’re feeding me grapes

PANIC

a ballad ontward the dear corner store:
{la chat - smoke witcha}

[ @blamane580 ]
posted up at da corner store 
to get some drink
i cant smoke on weed for now 
so we go and get some drink
i be fw four locos 
sippin on 4 four locos
when i want to feel the drank
but for now im just grabbin one 
talkin about some console games
wit the homie dripley 
i jus be chillin 
at da Brothel 
when i got no work 
we be chillin 
on dat drink 
n getting lit yuh
i jus be chillin 
at da Brothel 
when i got no work 
we be chillin 
on dat-
[๖𝖏𝓭𝔯𝖎℘𝖑єყ]
top notch, a black bag, i got shells inside, to be had 
top notch, a black bag, i got shells inside, to be ha-
walk in the liquor store
i take semicircle
need a six a modelo, an a handle tito
pass the casino, bag a ruffles queso
go to the checkout now, spendin all my pounds
go to the checkout now, spin my liquor round
go to the checkout now, spendin all my pounds
go to the checkout now, spin my liquor round
walk in the front door
take semicircle
need a six pack a modelo, an a handle tito
pass the casino, bag a ruffles queso
top notch, black bag, i got shells inside, to be had

art made with @blamane580
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