Deep In the Creek (Feat Desu The Heathen)

Verses in order: Undead Ronin, Sigilmane, Demon, Worm, Sleepwalker, Mvrkmvchinx, Midwaygrey.

Sorry don't have the lyrics.

MARKED FOR DEATH

Magick Kult - MARKED FOR DEATH [prod. GΣKΔTΔ]

MIRACLE ALIEN KILLERS (PROD. NEKK)

Little soundcloud drop

POUND OF THE DOJA ON THE COUNTER TOP IM LOOKIN ROUND

CRIMINALS ARE NOW RIGHT IN MY CITY AND MY OWN SURROUND

WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU COULD DO IN the VACINITY THAT I watered and then FOUND

Im a bad apple, core rotten, help the help and fuck your vows 

Righteous by a djinn-soaked round - bullet to my damn broke brain around the world in a twisted infant instant

Born to die justly pestilincense 

I got an oath in my throat, but its lined with a horned goat

Double throw into the tropes, folklore tellin me im motherfuckin hope  incarnate

My bills are golden tarnished, I write a judging to this realm with dread, hae-tred and carnage 

Im mason sate with damage - rough fuck it till its branded

I'm rising to the motherfuckin ilk you phone-line pounded 

They cant save you your death is founded by a destiny that starts at cause

God upstairs weaving the fates with bloodied torn-up cheesecake cloth

I dont think you want to do it anymore it's tearing at skin and it's tearing at soul

Im another chained-weight that you saw, shoulders now lined with a purpose called 

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FOLKLORE (PROD. GREY)

Rollin out, im a rover seeking hounds
Dripping with a long hitlist, murdering the count
4/4 for the whore, open doors ima lounge 
On the east side, south trappin with my feather mouth
It's sutble we can settle this on a ship ill scuttle out
Drown you ima clown you dancing on your major fail notes
They dont listen goooood im talkin bout the sounds 
You dont know what you're doing, need to climb the fuckin mount-first
ima pounce her, yeah your girl Ima round and round her
Lookin like a seminal devil, feeling my poundin
Found it, this g-spot that I mounted, hot boy fuckin make her gush it like a fountain 
Roll it
Im on another 
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Im like a bird,
Gliding on the beat I gotta write another word ,
Bought another neener for the motherfuckin hood -> 
A man-diva swipin credit cards, did ya heard?
Lip smackin bitches with my D, ima eat her dinner first 
Ima learn, im on the stern, sitting back it kinda hurts 
-Need to do something in a bad place for sure 
Suntan a dumb bitch Im lighting her hair 
Im like a carnival, my games have no turns 
Rollin out, im a rover seeking sound
Dripping with a long hitlist, murdering the count
4/4 for the whore, open doors ima lounge 
On the east side, south trappin with my feather mouth
It's sutble we can settle this on a ship ill scuttle out
Drown you ima clown you dancing on your major fail notes
They dont listen goooood im talkin bout the sounds 
You dont know what you're doing, need to climb the fuckin mount, huh
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ROLLIN' OUT (PROD. WANDER)

MOBBS RADICAL — SOUTHSIDEVILLAIN(PROD. JON LOC)

MOBBS RADICAL — YUNALESCA(PROD. JON LOC)

Maneuver3

Navy SEAL HOC VINCES V2

I herald Galactus-Remix Maniacs

bitch up on a pole, smack that ass just like a tether ball
slaughta, speed dial need a plug you know who to call
if you need some work let me know i bet i got it all
came a long way from bummin cigs and scrapin at the mall
r.i.p. city, PDX, i got 2 clips wit me and im comin for your necks

blowin through these checks and i do it with a smile
seen your ass wheezin when you try and run the mile
sea of chalk around me leave they bodies in a pile
bitch ill do the race, never see my ass on trial
2 clips and i got em ridin with me,
copped a new whip, do about buck 50
popped an adderal, n it got me feelin dizzy
bitch you say you got a man, well then where the fuck is he

got my engines revvin, bitch it sound just like a hemi, semi automatic pop out if i know they tryna hit,
bitch i wish a pussy would like my name was Timmy turner, there aint nothin fairly odd if i hit you with this burner uh

wassup wassup, get buck get buck, its a, stickup stickup, my choppa hiccup hiccup
run that shit back up, no need to act tough
im bout the shit that you cannot back up
i let my nuts drag, usin your merch as a cum rag,fuckin with me catch a toe tag, watchin you try and its so sad.

run it back, flip it and double and double the sack,
plottin on you when i run in the back 
fuckin with me an you catchin a tag

aint no time for talkin lil bitch, yeah we past that
all yall smokin boof my b.o. smell like some gass pack
yall some pussys on the low you put that shit on wax,
you aint catch no k, bitch dont play im finna bust back.

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FOLKLORE (PROD. GREY)

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