Lyrics
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I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown 
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts,
from the misters  tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
so they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire higher sound
Yeah!
But I dont want you to have a piece of that 
I fuckin hate you you god damn bitch boi you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a sliver from the whole damn sweetness side
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right 
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error 
Born in red under night at 30:10 nursey carer 
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer 
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon 
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you 
For handsome sure he was a mark on world that seems so black to who? you!
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punsishable or bait per  phishable 
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack 
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz

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HARVEST MOON (PROD. DUMBCHILD)

Mix updated as of 12/22/2023

Posting this on soundcloud to test it out, what do you guys think?

This is the first song Ive recorded since getting out of the hospital - im finally recovered enough to rap again. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Lyrics:
Callous
I'm making malice
Call me malak 
Burning your planet from the other saturn 
Fallac-cy
Im smoking dat dallas cheese 
Tripping on hannibal lectar shit  eating her between the kneeze
Jester guest here, I'm arriving from the seven seas
Poseidon even he's on my dick control the creatures with the ease-pen
Got like three ends, counting up the plead hens 
They are begging for the end of me, i got the mean lens 
I can see all of the people burning from end of the world it's evil 
So I met a sheeple, took em to the deep end, let em see the reapah, stab em with the cheap end 
I think I bled on the bible - Water is red I dive in, lookin like Im near the nigh-end
im just survivin... open my eyelids, - scriptz

Ima curve a bullet serve a dish- blow his brains out from afar I got akimbo kiss
2 UZIs, blood jacoozi, drippin ooozie I got like 80 clips, my eyes sag lower than davies locker where I store the bits

7SEAS (prod. LeLxx)

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

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LEECH Prod.RULZ ON

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SICKOH - The Deeper Meaning (Prod. WXRST)

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Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool
Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool
43 reasons whip yo head with this toolie brah'
42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola'

6666 I'm countin' 24-hunnid
For a sorta hooptie tune it up and make it more haunted
Black pearl paint, grim reaper scribed on door honey 
Rottin' in my basement till the room is lookin more sunny

That's forever bitch, you think you'll see the weather bitch
Not a chance in this hell you can even ask that heather bitch, but
She's a corpse and I don't know what is for
Cut it up, hydrochloric acid spilled all over floor
Yeah scriptz

Etchin' in the skull
Twistin' at the face
Stomach fuckin punctured with a beautiful blade
I'm runnin' out of patience, I'm itchin' for that pain
let my victims never go, they're all lined up in the same
Limb by limb in a bucket that I dumped in the sea

I write a message on the corpse, blood letters with the aim
Scriptz was what I wrote, never forget on my name
Raking enemies for vacancies in hell that they're destined

Pierce the veil now I'm peaking through
(Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool)
Raise to hail all this djinni brood
(Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool)
Build a wall, waking them all, we're beyond your tools
(43 reason whip you head with this toolie brah')
Pullin strings, is their ting, but I channel through
(42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola')

BLACK PEARL PAINT

SAYONARA LOVE FROM THE DOVES IN THE SKY
IM THE GUY FLYING HIGH CALL ME ALLADIN WITH A KNIFE 
IM THE BROTH-er, a fucking SHOVE-er with catatonic plight
Im a devil daphodila plucker 
she doesn't love me so I think ill find another 
Making up with abbot yell abouts ill find the mother
See what she tells about that wisdom isn't other
But its about each other, protect my kin with slugger
Got the 45 chrome,^| and a second bone at my side fuckin choppa sawed off to the bone, ironsite
aiming at your skull, let that metal fuckin slide, shells shootin yonder did I miss ya on the canted right
Or was I drunk again, bullet penetrates you in the mind, fuckin cortex is a vortex, usurped to limbo by the guys
Dressed in plad with the funny hats and a  purple sign
Pentagram is in their vision its lookin like that we've died

PANDEMONIUM (PROD. HOCII808)

NO GUIDANCE

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

DON'T BE TESTIN'

1984 (FEAT. OH GASM! X SCRIPTZ)

MVKO

Bust shots,
Grippin on 2 gold glocks,
Casin out your fuckin crib bitch I kept a close watch,
Try to Run up on me Got a blade in both socks,
Got you tied up santos waiting at the boat docks,

Hostile shit,
One shot from the pump will make your body flip,
I'm smashin on your girls box I'm feelin like I'm Roddy rich,
One hit from the blunt it gon hit you like karate kicks,
Bitch dont run your mouth one punch will leave your body fuckin stiff,


SANTOS SANTANA

oh my
point the tec 9 to yo face bitch
usually im moving low but not today bitch

coke lines
take a step back bitch 
better watch yo words 
ima pull up with ma gang bitch

cocaine
real dope fiend
bless the ak
bullets coming for yo brain

go spray
creepin with mane
killa dna
runnin through my veins

Gold Glocks feat. Santos Santana (Prod. tuMaggz)

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