LINK TO THE VIDEO - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XOuZqu41wk
///// Lyrics//////
Discharge five forty five.
Fuckers take the last breath. 
Domestic voice says I need more reward.
For your death.
Push a glock fucking  to your throat bitch moans pulls my snake.
Rawten floor and pulls his fingers to the blade.
I return the pain.

NO ONE WILL STOP ME(AHHH)
BITCH NO  STOP ME.
I dont fuck need your bleeess. 
Go fuck yourself with your advice.
Look into the burning chest.
I feel your fear I start press.

Don't think you're going to beat me.
I will make the same click AK.

Staying on the sidelines  always ready.
Evil bullets, the law of war.
Don't look for the fucking truth(wayyyy)
Judgment day will come.
I have an ace up my sleeve(raaaaa)
Two clips of cartridges.
No more strength to fucking fight.
Adrenaline hits the head.

Fucking nova 
Close the cold war
Set of fallen souls to strike Holy Shit I feel the recoil.
Again.
Up  the fucking hel.
Point death mission accomplished.
to-to. 
Sealed cases blink.
Dont try to jump over your head.
Loaded a deadly weapon.

DESTABILIZATION

Blow the horns
Cut the thorns im in amazement
Feeling like I've smoked an oz
Faded before the bacon
Im a triple terror-
Threat on the iron sight it’s baked in
Take the shot at his mop let corrupt bleed on it’s taking

His soul, pitbull,its nose-muzzled, cant speak a fuckin word with yo’s
With hoes, with your fake-moses
I write this ink with dos-i-dos ov’ bliss
You think you got me captured but you done al’s miss
I’m a territory evil from the vinyl-kinevil
The group of signers hind the peep-hole look back at you like b-roll

I’m on a message beater, beat you with my letters till you get it
That’s the fuckin key-oh
Smoking like im fuckin’ Cheech-oh

I’m a nephilim teased, writing lore into these beats
I don’t think you want it anymore than I can fucking take

Mist at ya face, missed at ya face
Another shot placed on the human race
I’m a devil djinn corrupting at a rapid pace
I’ma defile the world with an axe and a mace

Eat it, eat it
Bite that tail like an infinite-snake
Ouroboros in this realm raw biting ankles and your kneez

I’m a nephilim teased, writing lore into these beats
I don’t think you want it anymore than I can fucking take

DOSIDOS

God Vessel II

Mask Of Deception

Mask Of Deception [prod. Undead Ronin]

Once your parents are gone 
That is that
But if you’re all you have 
Keep pushin past 
Know your worth 
Your worth more than that

I don’t need no pats on the back
Like a quarterback 
I’m pretty much the only one besides my mom
Who’s had my back
In the past I’ve definitely felt defeated 
Even though I get requests 
From people that want me feated 
It’s been a feat trying to get over my mind
That’s feinin 
Droppin to the
floor 
dry heaving 

It ain’t mind easing 
To feel floored by these people 
That are eavesdropping 
people dripped out in their condescending nature like it’s condensation 
Contemplating 

My problem isn’t insincerity it’s insecurity 
What my eyes have seen 
I wouldn’t wish-on anybody 
My brain is not pow wow
It’s a mad house

MAD HOUSE (Prod. DUMBCHILD)

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! MUCH MORE MUSIC COMING! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT

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LEECH Prod.RULZ ON

BERNIEMACELEVEN - NO MERCY (FEAT. MOYTANIC & BABYKRUEGER)

prolly gonna delete later

sicko insta: @elveekayy

SICKOH - The Deeper Meaning (Prod. WXRST)

SHOUT OUT MY BROTHA 

TUNDRA
pussy boy see me comin like a fuckin freight train
think about that with ya fuckin little rot brain
hit a mothafucka with the knuckles full stop mane
find a little trouble with your words when you talk mane
everybody talkin but they never wanna walk mane
grill a mothafucka with the flame like propane
chop it like an eightball quick like cocaine
come and take a visit but we charge that copay
empty pockets feelin like a fuckin bandit
pull the stick and doin damage
string em up and watch em panic
is the rope too tight?
thats your problem fuckin solve it
consequences of your actions
soul extraction its a passion bitch 
break a mothafucka with a record time oh
everybody wanna be the best they ego
fill a mothafuckas head like placebo 
really wanna talk about it like you know
you dont know shit
yo life is piss
watch a mothafucka break backs for kicks
pull a fuckin double time and everything is happening
its everything I planned you fuckin bitch
watch it drop
watch it drop
watch it drop
like a hammer
watch it drop

KOSTE
PAINT YO FUCKING WALLS ALL RED
LIGHT BURNT OUT
NO SOUND 
SMELL DEATH
EVERY BIT OF HOPE IN YO SOUL FELL FLAT
WITH YOUR BRAIN IN THE WOOD
AND YOUR BLOOD IN THE CRACKS

IVE TAKEN YO BONES AS AN OMEN
I WEAR IT AROUND ON MY NECK
FOR YO FLESH IS STILL FROZEN
IVE BROKEN THE SKULL OF THE WOKEN
I CARRY THERE WOUNDS ON MY BACK TILL THE DARKNESS HAS SPOKEN

ACID EATS ESOPHAGUS 
BLADE FEELS EVERY FUCKING INCH 
OF YOUR FLESH WILL NOT EXIST 
NOT STRESSED YOULL LIVE I NEVER MISS

ESCAPE THE CLUTCHES OF MY GRIP
YOUR BLOOD WILL FLOW RIGHT THROUGH YO WRIST
TILL YOU COLLAPS AND GIVE INTO YOUR FATE YOU WALK ACROSS THAT BRIDGE 

THE DEATH OF YO MORROW 
WILL SEEP INTO THOSE 
WHO REMEMBER YOUR FACE 
AND WILL LEAVE EM WIT SORROW
TO GO BACK IN TIME IS A WISH OF ALL HUMAN 
BUT NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT IS CARVED INTO STONE

THE GROUND YOUVE BECOME
AS THE FEAST HAS BEGUN
ON YOUR BODY WILL FEED ALL VERMIN
YOUR BLOOD WILL INRICH ALL THAT LIVES IN THE DIRT
SO YOUR LIFE IS NO LONGER A WASTE
YOU CAN REST IN OBLIVION 

WATCH EM DROP
WATCH EM DROP
WATCH EM DROP
LIKE A HAMMER

FRENZIED FLAME (FT. KOSTE)

Im a chema-typical 
Tricking up some net gain from these somber high hoes
Fashionista on game, no dice any more for these flows
Im fading out, berating clout I dont want it im a ghost
IM Hidden in the floorboards Im becoming part of host
Take your body for a ridey flakin off I dont like joes
Mac 10 silenced hidey in my furry lined coat, 
comin up on me and ill turn you to a missing john doe

Brassed out, tactical, tactin up, my dukes are cut 
Catapultin, backin up, deagle with  the chrome roughed up 
Im a combat fanatical Im waking under (u)surper' hut
I missed the u cuz they are selfish working under godless luck
Demi urge pissed so I throw the (ouro)'boros clip, eating that tail bit by bit
gonna be famous in a bit, singing shit that's just like this, under motherfuckin 'his', 
eye of horus watchin chorus so I think the stars are pissed 

*2
So I distance with them
Im at a distance with it 
Throw a diss in the middle
Of this glocked tuck fiddle
Its singing humiliation out the barrel im not kiddin 
Make this jester talk with the metal cocked back for the thinning, yeah

I THINK THE STARS ARE PISSED (PROD. CIRCLEBAD)

im the king of them im captain of the ship

i take a tip from them my fans are so damn god drawn generous

i tell the better djinn up above my motherfuckin hips

yeah the soul that is within

that my fans are up to this


up to a killin that i wanna do in summer time with brisk

sippin on some lemon iced tea, till i die in my own piss

now i kiss, blow it to the fans cuz deathly hallow is 

close to breath, i can feel it diamond ice will be my end

double up the daphodills, got duffled money tucked

didnt want to laugh at you, but you're walking like a fuckin slut

get it up, we need a soldier son im shaking on it yuh,

im gonna clap and chew while i watch these young men bruise rough up

eachother, likened to brothers, i need sisters just as well as the other to keep us headstrong above the water

can feel it compatible with the mother, wisdom from childhood, hidden blade under

waiting to brandish you, waiting for blunder - lookin for opening, tired of dope and things - need fame and hope to bring back to these ridden down lovers

AFLOAT (PROD. SPHYNX)

And we crawl just to stand, breaking bones for a moment of truth
Glass in my hands, bleeding lines that I’ll carve into proof
In the middle of rage, swinging wild till I fracture the room
If he carves through my chest, takes the breath I’ve possessed, will the choir still scream out my tune?

’Cause I will rot beneath the plaster where the insects move,
A ceiling breathing, bending down, collapsing over you.
If only for a second I was sharpened by the wound,
Promise you won’t lie to me — ’cause honestly my veins are full of (doubt)

And it crawls through my skin carving tunnels that flood in the dark,
I’ve kept my faith on a shelf, but the dust has been choking my lungs.
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, and I can’t feel a fucking thing no more

The walls have been listening for years, camouflaging their fears in the voices around me.
But I live in dread that they’ll see what I bled when I tore out the thread that once bound me.
I choke on the wires, stagger through funeral pyres with a hope that the silence surrounds me.
Rewind all the gears, carve my name with the shears, make sure not a soul ever found me.

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DOSIDOS

SCRIPTZ