Mixed & mastered by tuMaggz
Prod. GD beats

LOVSIQ - Demon Mode (feat. Witchouse 40k)

GUILLOTINE ART (prod. HARAKIRA)

Wish I Pulled OT with 99Zed

It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
Witches pull up trynna tempt me
I see leeches when I dream
There ain't nothing y'all could tell me
Boy it's 2023
How y'all smoking on some Reggie?
Bitch I came up real quick
Motherfuckers wanna behead me

It's that king of all the ash
I don't think about my past
Lots of rapper want my cash
But everything they do is ass
I'll be smoking on some hash
Leaving bodies in my path
I got fiends that shaped my craft
Boy my shit like monster mash

Hara Kiri on the banner
Cut their stomach, kill em slowly
Scanner darkly, hiding hammers
Chop the swish up like I'm Kobe
Like Montana with my banter
Bitch I really feel like Tony
Pumping mana, smoking cana
In your bitches macaroni

Grassman
Fucking Grassman
I'm in the trees smoking strands
Like the fucking Grassman
Holly back up in this bitch
I'm rolling blunts of headband
Take my top off, I'm a Lich
Check the fucking back hand
All you pussies want the kicks
Till I lace, not talking vans

Bitch I sterilized my paradise
It ended up a mound
I been vilified and demonized
I broke down to a sound
Till I feel the tides, I'll terrorize
The missing in your town
Fill a telluride with tanerite
And drive it through your house

It's that beaner from the woods
Hollow steady raised by hicks
In a tundra full of goods
I could roll or shoot or sniff
I been smoking backwoods
I already said that shit
I'd just murder if I could
I don't care about a list
Hoe

GRASSMAN (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up

Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit

Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack

Pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap

hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs

Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm

Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye

GOTTABLAST (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

pain

Pain (prod. Aragoth)

One more for good measure?

I usually don't do this, this is actually a mash-up of complimentary lyrics I've used before. I would usually hate dropping something twice, but this is a new performance and I really liked this track. Hope you guys do too.

Asking up a straircase
Wickin up a heresy
I here say, that im here to stay all day
Wait, did you wanna run the mall may?
May-day, in the mental trenches all day

Im a mason, had it eighteen
Talent from the start
Circa birthday sheen, '94 yo

Im plowin on the floor
Crack this egg, you sow what you reap
You had it backwards all along

Did you think you wanna do it throw down
Wicket-whip ya like this verse starts again, and not now
Yeah we're going to the further evil, yeah no, Im allowed
Devil in the back of the band gave me a pass to the clouds

Smoking like a wraith from the motherfuckin basement
You ask me where I'm from
That question I evade it
I made it-
That's all you need to know
Im making payment
I do it for the love of it, but thousands for these tastebuds

I got blood on my shirt
I got blood on my wrist
I got blood in the dish
I got blood in the nicks

DRACONIAN HERESY (PROD. UNHOLYFIELD)

IN THE CLOUDS
90 feelings in my mind now
Psyche on fleek, not-tatted but Im fine now
-You know I like it I wear my artisty
I'ma mime clown 
Mocking what I spit like sophistry,   
Cant see the ships comin but I know I'm cocking three
45 glock, 9 millimeter and the deag
Chrome splittin,,, im the cemetary seethe
Breathing death under breath I'm an unnominal freak 
Count the beat
44 for the whore I'm counting more quadriple cream
I'm like the seminal the general, the one of century
I'm like a fiend - walking up the stairs to heaven just to see
But I see god crying and he cant control it so I cant believe
In all this shit that you potray as truth so now why dont you see
that all the demons that surround you are just trying to give you steez
You dont got style, you're in a pile, packing a medical shootin the sleeze
Cant see anything now you're fading on out to the music that plays in the street
dead ass beat

LIGHTHOUSE (PROD. CROSS)

BODAH REVY x ZETA MARU - FINAL OFFER (prod. LeLxx)
STAIN TAPE VOL. I

LYRICS:
Zeta:
Still a, sick sinner, the fuck you feeling bitter
I'm out here doin numbers off of pussies getting triggered
You some, piss tillers, sipping on some filler
Me oh I could never I got pack with no disclaimer
Rappers funny actin like we sum to fuck with
That bullshit that you posting really showing that you ain't shit
Keep banking on them bots baller claimin you gon make it
I heard that you been poppin off but who's that in your credits
I got that flow boy who gon do the most boy
You ain't got a damn card to match up all that fake noise
I'll pick apart your exploits keep rapping with that dumb voice
See I ain't get an option so my bars are made of alloys
I love it when they talk shit like fuck you think this is hoe
We ain't from the same lines ain't about to be your friend bro
I cock back like these headlines dropping missiles everywhere I go
You can get the same fate keep on claiming that you cut throats
Striker barracuda I go black out off a cobra
Wake up with some ana my components really fucked up
Like you could say a screw loose but i'm really lacking structure
Ain't complaining i'm just saying  that my mental state is on one

You don't make up for your sins in the church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit and you know it
What the hell is wrong with you two

Revy: 
Okay my mana's back in stock
Now back up before I pop off
My weight can't contain whats happening to the shot
I give it all that I got but they say that they never full
I take it and cut it up before shovin it down they throat
Stickin it back you black balled no fronts
I'm makin this shit look easy
Your bag full of duff and you pussy, could never beat me
The 8 ball got touched, and your bitch want me too
I make money talking bout all the shit that you'll never do
I'm off that dope, wait, Revy boutta hit up
Zeta got a zip of the chrysalis now I'm bitter
The chunk get bit off, the pipe get lit up
I throw shade easily back to the fuckin river I'm a stain
Ya get set up, your bitch get wet up
I'm kickin it with the dope boys flip the cerebellum
If I can't bounce back you take it and don't waste it
Now let me die in peace and get the fuck out my face
Thats a wrap

STAIN TAPE VOL. I

FINAL OFFER

FINAL OFFER (prod. LeLxx)

Ok this is the last one for a bit

Etch scriptz red right into the stud
Feelin necromorphic I'm like death without the love 
Tripped up brain, sanity is deranged 
Ima cut three mohfuckin blue veins 
And Im different, born without the kinship
I'm singing with the devil
breathing out some slicky sin hymns
yeah I'm him him, demi-urge with an urge to break my limits
Marionette my soul, know ill kill u from the beginning
Yeah, yeah
scriptz...
Capital by the hope indebted heaps
Dragging up my dreams with my 1 thousand-stepped feet 
Ill defeat, all these pre-Madonna fuck boi enemies 
Several MIA corpses dragged horseman down the street
oh I'm me, shimmy shankin fools with psychonality 
Im gonna mac a tool, take his toolie and his fuckin beach 
Im like a beat - cosmic answer with hysterical sophistry 
the senate sent me with an AK and a blade to call my keeps  
Making an answer days, 7th ring-hell is in a daze
We're comin compatible with plays
Under-underground fame 
Saying what we want in speech bleach what we uphave  
from the mud and the shadows, rick-jaw grudge, down the strate
I'm creepin down the stairs up on ya with a ink blot flame
Writing scriptz into the stud,
Branding pale horse with my name
I never maim what I ride
Another horseman out his lane
on a white steed dont trust me we're light-ly insane

BLANK STEED (PROD. NXMERCY)

Harry Styles - as it was (gravagerz Remix)

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DRACONIAN HERESY (PROD. UNHOLYFIELD)

SCRIPTZ