I was the "3667th like"  was a hard decision, but a good one 

Only Warning - @CoaastGxd and @Sixthells
Produced by @Sxmpra
Mixed/Mastered by @Netuhbeats and Sixthells
Art by Halo Black

lyrics

[CoaastGxd]
So I said follow me (Follow me)
Now they all borrow or copy me
So much for obvious flattery
Had to be sad to see family suffering
Happily slashing 'til throats open sputtering

Lower than guts on the floor laying dormant
Lower than moss on the corpse of a forest
Lower than hell to exist for the torment
We the lowest that low gets

Bitch, we the lowest that low gets
I been draining your corpse like an orange
The blade penetrate you like four inch
I fuck her face
She was Mormon
Bitch we the lowest that low gets
I been scrubbing this blood out the foreign
Boutta dip its like 4 in the morning
You can consider this your only warning
Do you wanna play a game?
It's called "How many bodies can I fit at the bottom of the lake?"
Have I ever been sane?
I been running with the devil ever since i learned to think and lost faith
When every day's the same
The hurt, the pain,
The church, the shame it don't change
So i cursed the light and chose the flame
The dark rage stoked what became
A life lived inside of a heart-shaped cage
I evicerate you fully like a sarlacc pit
and then I spread your severed body on the tarmac pitch
Leave you leaking like a faucet from the off-hand stitch
You said you wanted to be dead well mother fucker here it is
I don't give a fuck about a change of heart
I can't stop once I start fuckin tearing you apart
The way I flay and then display you is a work of art
Grind your body to a powder
Load it
Smoke it in a cart

[Sixthells]
We're the undertaker
Life just get so bitter
Me and CoaastGxd ripping you apart
Better hide your sisters
No manners yea we hopeless
Take a glance fuck grasping at your heart

Fuck a pussy bitch up
Can't stop killing
Gas to the dome
Might grip on the chrome
Your faith just dropped to the floor from the ceiling
Opposite of basic
Flashback acid
Life's distorted
Living Maverick
Fuck what they think
And I think they just average
Facing the facts that they can't achieve greatness
Envy the past then you wanna feel nothing

Only Warning

Only Warning w/ Sixthells [Prod. SXMPRA]

@CoaastGxd and @Grim_Salvo - Floccinaucinihilipilification
Produced by Vermin 666
Mixed and Mastered by @33marrow
Art by Halo Blaack

LYRICS
I’m sick of that attitude bitch
You need Dad to come slap up the wrist
And you make like a punk
I got chu buzzing in the beehive
Always hit deep no sea dive
Rewind
I’m really not mad at you bitch 
You gave up and I’m glad that you did It was done from the jump
Looking like you got the green eye
Shallow water grave goes knee-high 
Rewind

Hibernation in my comfort
Little brittle coves bring clots like mustard
Fell off a boat like just last summer
But when I came up to the surface I couldn’t see colors
Now I’m a ghoul
Always a fool
Got what it takes? 
Yes I’m thinkin I do
It still hurts and I never get hungry
I don’t even think I’m from this planet I’m a bug beast
I don’t wanna live without my rhythm
Didn’t even seem to say anything before he did em
Just one big scrimmage for some pitiful gimmicks
Universe looking thicc
Imma bust up in it

I’m sick of that attitude bitch
You need Dad to come slap up the wrist
And you make like a punk
I got chu buzzing in the beehive
Always hit deep no sea dive
Rewind
I’m really not mad at you bitch 
You gave up and I’m glad that you did It was done from the jump
Looking like you got the green eye
Shallow water grave goes knee-high 
Rewind

Look at my alchemy I see now it's no limitations
Fell through the great simulation
Woke up with endless patience
Truth is there's darkness inside of me
I can barely take it
You were there on the night I lost my mind to infestation

Burning fuckin' bibles
This a stick up
Sick like when I switch up
Bitches suck my dick up 
Think I think I heard a hiccup
My arrival was prophetic
All your shit is anesthetic
We be coming for your head and no it won't be copacetic

Light the dynamite, ya
Somebody up in this bitch finna die tonight, AY
Light the dynamite
Ay
Somebody up in this bitch finna die tonight, AY
yuh, ay

Somebody bout to get dropped
Aim a grenade at a cop
Up with the blade and the chop
All while your bitch givin top

Light the dynamite
Ay
Somebody up in this bitch finna die tonight, AY

BLEGHH

Look at my alchemy I see now it's no limitations
Fell through the great simulation
Woke up with endless patience
Truth is there's darkness inside of me
I can barely take it
You were there on the night I lost my mind to infestation

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Floccinaucinihilipilification w/ Grim Salvo [Prod. Vermin]

Available on all platforms:
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Connect With XINCLAIR:
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/iamxinclair
Twitter: https://twitter.com/iamxinclair

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Twitter - https://twitter.com/yungscottyboy

Connect With Binxx:
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/binxxofficial/
Twitter https://twitter.com/BinxxOfficial


Produced by Yung Scott & Binxx 

Artwork by Yung Scott

Flatline

Flatline ft. Yung Scott & Binxx

Feat. @billsaberdotcom
Prod. BLEACH KIDD
Mixed - @okayrusty

:: LYRICS ::

Delusions are rollin around in my head
Tellin me that I’d rather be better off dead
So it’s off with my head cuz I’m done takin meds 
This whole life that I’ve lived I did it with no ends

A-LOW Bill $aber we come with the flavor 
Headlines in the news and front page of your papers
The only true saviors still left in the game 
It’s a race to top and we came in first place 

Woke up 
And I’m still fucked up 
Yeah I made a lot of money but i blew it all at once 
Yeah now I’m back on my grind 
What a time to be alive 
Nah wait I’m just kidding 
What a perfect time to die 

(Aye) I go crazy over here so don’t you bring it over here
I kill this shit to no avail 
I fix my brain my soul repair 
With these vixes on my tail 
I got they brains shiftin 
I aim different 
I grind I meet the world 
But I ain’t lane switchin I think different 
I tame bitches 
The same bitches ask if I could meet her 
I got me some bape and apes 
I got a two seater 
That’s your baby momma, n**
That’s my mamacita
She dream about me all the time and I can’t even see her 
All this time I flex (yuh) 
Bitch they know who next (yuh)
Flippin that money I’m flippin that money
Barry Bonds duplex 
Double Nike two checks 
You do a lot go do less 
I smoke a lot I’m too stressed 
In my O I do my best

Why she gotta look at my wrist like that 
How you think I know she take the dick like that 
Playin with her heart I gave that shit right back 
Gave that shit right back 
No hearts for the wicked 
Watch me flee 

From the scene 
So obscene 
She came home with me 
No apologies 
For the weak
You ain’t friends with me 
I’m tryna help myself and redirect my mental health 
Inside of a direction where I can find happiness and wealth 
Tryna help a tragedy 
That tragedy seems to be me slowly hoping that everything will go back to how it used to be 
I’m not gonna lie I’m scared to death to see what happens next 
Late on my rent
Got bills stacked up 
But still ain’t got no fucking checks 

Yeah my future still looking blank 
No more money inside the bank 
Put my hands over my face and sit alone inside the rain 
Can you feel my pain 
Cold blood running in my veins 
If this depression never ends I think I might lose my brain.

I'm GoD (ft. Bill $aber) [Music Visual in Description]

LOSE IT [prod. zest]

AMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVYJjyeMimQ

feat. @haarper
prod. @jordandf


LYRICS:

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT

COKE SMELL
WANNA FUCK ME?
OH WELL
BLOWIN UP THIS HOTEL
IM ON ACID OH YEAH

FUCK YOU AND YA WHOLE BITCH
SWITCHIN FLIPPIN RODE SWITCH
MR GET IT GONE SHIIIT
OFF THE WIRE OH SHIIIIET

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT


(haarper)

Been a good minute since I poured gasoline on the things that hold back
Ima set ablaze the whole track then I whip out my cock she can hold that
She suckin on my john and I'm Feelin so calm
Scales passin the baton now I'm rippin off yo arms
With the prowess of a beast full moon in the east
Shut ya fuckin mouth when I speak
Ima come through with the terror
Tearing through yo brain until it's hollow pantera
I be getting bread like a fuckin panera
She givin that head that make her eyes all sclera
You should be embarrassed when you walk up on the terrace you will perish
When I get the galick gun to ya tum fucking heiress
Cut out the lights now blood on ya night gown
Another pussy boy, another bitch, another stye down
Run when you see me bleed
Shape shifting with the sky I breathe
Fire out my lungs, death to ya pedigree
I don't give a fuck about the things you speak
You need to fucking stay in ya own lane
You wont see the light of day
Bringing you a hell where no one can hear you pray
Another hollow shell laying lifeless in the rain

ALBUM ART BY @PAYSTRUP
WWW.PAYSTRUP.COM

HOLD THAT FT. HAARPER (prod. Jordan)

PRODUCED/ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @TUMAGGZ

@hell_usa
@polarxxopposites
@mvkotsunami
@tumaggz
@gradeaentertainment

100 clout tokens if you guess who's who in the cover art

Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- SKULL CRACK!

@sectunit

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Sect Unit)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

GOD DAMN (prod. Ellis Delta)

MUSIC VIDEO -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OxzOyPyJO0

prod. Na$tii (@nastiitaxii)
M&M. Lord Gasp

72 on your fam 
If you talk to me like that 
You gonn get a fucking ride 
In the back of a black Cadi
Cant you see y’all are walking too close to the beast 
Ripped guts ,Swap the skull to put a bomb over his teeth
I bounce back slash the shit out of his arm and snatch his piece
It's blood diamonds but the violence inflicted’s actually needed
Blowback causing chores and shit’s a clusterfuck of splatters like i tricked santa claus into a chimney full of creatures

Ok biddie , nice to meet you
Ok maybe, im gonna eat you 
Ok biddie , nice to meet you
See my blade like a DM u gonn slide thru it


rookie come and take a punch like rocky , get shook
cannibal but clean I bleach the body im gon cook bitch
turn the knob, light the stove, stuff em like a turkey
i’m an animal , so are y’all , fuck it i go crazy

Ok biddie , nice to meet you
Ok maybe, im gonna eat you 
Ok biddie , nice to meet you
See my blade like a DM u gonn slide thru it

Come meet me i’m at the park
Swing by and say hi at the peak of the dark (ness)
I was told i could be anything but a star
Now as i blow up lemme show where ima keep your heart
Ima put you in a jar

Got the neck bitch?
I aint talk bout throat i mean a necklace
All they rappers why they bragging bout that plastic
definition of a fake generation i see names but no classics


Kinda feel alone in a city full of clones
Start to be corrosive like a bottle of clorox
repeating cycles and they think that im the psycho for saying jokes about choking em till they coma

MUSIC VIDEO

CLOROX 101 [prod. Na$tii]

495 till i die shoutout kyo yeah
@crimsoncrew666

HOLD THAT FT. HAARPER (prod. Jordan)

SCALE$

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