Did I Ask (prod. 6a6ayaga)

Mixed & mastered by tuMaggz
Prod. GD beats

LOVSIQ - Demon Mode (feat. Witchouse 40k)

Little something for the holidays, maybe a few more surprises this year too. Much love everyone!

ASCENSION (PROD. SPHYNX)

Thumpa (feat. Undead Ronin) [prod. F L O W E R $]

Asking up a staircase, wickin up a heresy

I here say, that im here to stay all day 

Wait, -> did you wanna run the mall, May?

Mayday in the mental trenches all day 

Im a mason, had it eighteen,, talent from the start

Circa birfday 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 the verse starts again and not now

Now were goin to the further evil ya no I'm allowed

Devil in the back of the band gave me a pass to the clouds

Heaven hell that's not it is about,

Its just a creed, and you got no credence to the sound

Music damn deplores you, you throw away the genuineness

I slit a vein cuz im feelin kinda genuine pissed 



Ill wet this track with my blood, write it on the walls, waitin a stand in from a sanguine god 

Im a nod to the upper echelon, what I dont mean is these men who play with diamond   rocks 

Im a conquer the way I see it rot, pestilence is my last name but death is in my conch (got a message for ya)

,,, got a message for you all 

Your end is fuckin comin so its time to wake up

HERESY (prod. Markmywords)

you guys said keep cookin

Ive got blood on my shirt, ive got blood on my wrists, I've got blood in my dish,ive got blood in the nicks 
I am death, 4th horseman from the curse, I'm coming out of the sky floating on a black hearse 
its terminal, incurvable, straight line to the end for cert-ain, you're not on the mend im certain your honor's closing curt-ains
SMOKIN LIKE A WRAITH FROM THE MOTHERFUCKIN BASEMENT
You ask me where im from, that question I evade it
I made it, that's all ya need to know, I'm makin payment
I do it for the love of it but 1000s for these tastebuds

INDEPENDENT
IM DEPENDENT
ON FUCKIN DRUGS, VISION VVS PENDENTS 
ITS DEPENDIN, ON HOW YOU PROACH'in ME
IM SMOKIN ROACH BY ROACH, NOT ENDIN ON THE BROKEn KEYS
DONT WANT A HOE LEASE
OR A CHOKin PIECE ->
I WANT THAT CHROME PIece so I can piece together some ov dis home peace ->
Home invader got his head in a choke hold please dont take a breath
Im feeling better  dont need another reason to bring death
But im the best, at killin the villains and bein the villain im chillin for realin,, now I get paid to pop different pillins and do my own thingin just killin some time 
Smokin on vines, stankin like piss, something like ivy kissin me some bliss, yeah I own bizz, if you ask me my projected worth is like 10 millions is what it is
Wait I'm compatible gory and damnable, retina's flammable, blatantly animal 
eating the flesh from a platter yo, cannibal - you can call me the sinbaddy the Hannibal

please don't take a breath (prod. Fantom XXX)

P€T€RD0NT$L€€P - SODOM

Last one before Christmas probably, happy holidays everyone

FILL MY CUP WITH DOUBLE LUCK, IM DRINKIN UP
30 ccs of the cloverfields with the snow white doves 
fits like glove, and I'm unendable
Try me you'll end up as ember stone
Napalm right? to end her through
My words are an pendulum
SWING SWING SWING SWING
SWING SWING 
My words are an pendulum
SWING SWING SWING SWING
SWING SWING 
...

SWING HIS BACK LIKE A BAT IM HOLDIN 50 RACKS 
BASH IT ON HIS HEAD THE silly MONEY MAKES HIM LAUGH
HES A DEVIL HES MY FRIEND ANd now DHE'S SITTIN IN THE BACk
OF a BLACK MAYBACH, SIPPIN COGNIAC WITH GAT
SHOOTIN ENEMIES OF ME, OF MATTER FACT 
Im just a MEDICAL, A blankin  PSYCHE THAT HE'S LEAVIN IN HIS TRACk
DJINNI WITH SOME SLACK, HE'S USURPING UP MY TRASH
TURNING IT INTO GOLD IMBUEING Os RIGHT ON THOSE FLOWS WE SLASH 
yeah scriptz

CICLE PENTGRAMS, HIDING ON THE GRAM, IM A DIFFERENT MAN, MUSIC FOR MY FANS, step in DIRE PLAN
Becoming more than a mouth full great facts are now what im sayin' 
Nah I mean what Im thinkin though this is just some art
Inside a work of art that we're treatin like a narc
Shoot it dead, destroy the planet, burn down that fuckin arch
Jesus aint cryin no mo, cuz his cross has turned to bark....
It's an ark
cycle endin in the senate with a conch
they each have message for the fucked problems that we caused

INCARNATION (PROD. HOCII808)

Porch Light Worship

Neon Reverie by CuddleCat

“Come In My Catacombs (and Smash Me Slow)”

(Tiny Dancing Girl ft. Grunk the Smasher — produced by Fists of Death)

[Intro – whispered over slow beat and dripping echoes]

(soft laugh)
Down here in the dark… torches low…
Grunk, this ain’t a battlefield.
You found the Catacombs — my Catacombs.
Come in if you dare.
Smash me slow.

[Verse 1 – female]

Dust on the stones, heat in the wall,
You busted through like you heard a call.
Skeletons sway where the bassline drops,
You look confused, but you don’t stop.

[Pre-Chorus - female]

You say “me smash,” I say “not yet.”
You move too fast, you ain’t there yet.

[Chorus – Hook  - female]

Smash me slow, feel that flow,
You don’t need brute force to make it show.
Smash me slow, keep that low,
If you want this dance, learn the tempo.
(whispered echo) Come in my catacombs…

[Verse 2 –  - female]

You smell like battle, fire, and sweat,
Your hammer’s the only thing working yet.
You talk too much, let the rhythm speak,
Hands on my hips, bass hits deep.
You lean in close, armor creaks,
This ain’t a fairy tale — it’s mystique.

[Pre-Chorus  - female]

You say “me conquer,” I say “please.”
Learn my tempo if you want release.

[Chorus – Hook 2 -- female]

Smash me slow, don’t lose control,
The night’s still young, your mind still old.
Smash me slow, keep it low,
This ain’t a quest — it’s a show.
(whispered) Come in my catacombs… yeah…

[Bridge – spoken and sung ad-libs  - female]

Mmm… yeah…
Drop that hammer, not the beat.
You can’t fight rhythm with steel and meat.
(whispered) You won’t need your hammer to smash me.
Follow my hips, forget the fight,
Just breathe real slow in the torchlight.
(whispered) Come in my catacombs… come inside…

🎤 [Rap Verse – Male - Grunk the Smasher]

Yo — Grunk in the cave, torch so dim,
Found a tiny girl, had to dance with her hymn.
Fought ten rats, and a troll on fire,
Now me sweaty, full of desire.
She say “slow down,” Grunk hear “attack,”
Tried to dip, almost broke his back.
Whole room shake, sound like doom,
Bass so thick it filled the room.
She say “boy, you dumb, but sweet,”
Grunk say “yeah, me complete.”

[Final Chorus – duet, harmonies and echoes]

Smash me slow, feel that glow,
You don’t need a war to let it show.
Smash me slow, deep below,
Just aim for my heart when you’re ready to blow.
(whispered echo) Come in my catacombs…

[Outro –  - female laughing, fading echoes]

(laughs)
You really thought this was a rescue?
Go on, hero…
Come in my catacombs… and smash me slow.
(fade out under torch crackle and bass thump)

Trailer

Come In My Catacombs (and Smash Me Slow) (Remix)

https://linktr.ee/scriptzture

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HERESY (prod. Markmywords)

SCRIPTZ