Hard Workout Rap

Himmelfahrt

🖤Scriptz🖤

$songs 7🕷🪬

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Shoutout @dumb_child for being such a dope ass guy and for making this gnarly beat for me! And shoutout @scriptzrap for hopping on this track with me, make sure to go check them out!!

ПАХАН

KINGPIN (feat. Scriptz) [prod. DumbChild]

Lyrics
______________________
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)

They're trying to eat me alive

____________

I got my cypher and im pullin it out

big clout, void is teased from the mega-man south 

Blast you in the face you got a big mouth 

rig route, monestary truth is in my ink pout

spillin it out for the villain slouch

Im missing slick pouch

big couch, im lazing and im smoking dutch

puff that shit into the race the vapor makes touch 

Cant rake the sliver lining in the waking clouds

pushing it away

Im a gator in the glades 

eating fishies with the reigns

Psycho like the gat stain

Uzi jacoozi got pirahana invading lanes

So I whip my tail turn around and eat em up like curdled brains 

Do you think you kinda fear me 

Eating up your kiddies look into the mirror G

pullin back, repel the track - down the building for combat

break the glass, im titling reality back for misses racked

what did you think I did with all the shrewd words 

sins turning craftin logos from the devil's soon learn

Crafting up with marble from the books I did boon burn 

piles on piles im etchin scriptz and then I hit return

yeah

PIRANHA (PROD. K4STET x SATO LIGHTS)

If at this point you listen to my music your ears must be that of an exuberant fruit bat.

Runnin Thru Ma Mind Prod. BooBooMane

Listen to Cripple on your favorite listening platform.
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/3od/cripple-feat-blckbrd

Cripple

I been pullin all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities 
Meant choppin up a molly for the kids
I’m breakin bread, I’m like a king
Don’t make me force feed all you dumb thieves
With my flair get your own thing
Biters like a zombie with your bones stickin out
Showin what is weak havin doubt never standing out

Crucify 
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn’t wanna die with a sad cry
Wouldn’t wanna die with my hands dry
Hate me cuz I love the money 
Funny that the figures hittin high notes 
We ain’t even try though I know
Rollin round the town with a 3OD tote bag 
With the Crows Dotti tell em how it goes

Crow with Three or die
I almost did from three ODs
Every rapper that ask advice I tell em three important things
Bigger numbers ain't gon' fix you
Trust the corvids in your dreams, and your homies ain't your homies less they prove it on the weekly
Shotgun up out the closet grip the grip like it's the Yamata
Dropping the expectation, ain't the shit you thought you wanted huh?
Chronic habits
Talking about the Soju I'mma vomit up
Chase the shot with Roku
Hoping its better when I cough it up
Boo tomato tomato
They call me rude
Ain't No use
Brd the same mother fucka' that cooked your goose
Shorter fuse
Man you smooth brained
Thoughts could use some food
I fuckin' hate people, so why would I fuck with you?
World got a pistol at my feet 
It shoot the ground and yell dance,
I wanna go to fashion week but I'm too tired for France
I hold a hand out then pull it back like a government grant
Fell out the sky so fuckin hard my ankle broke on a branch
I been in line too long
I wanna beat a man with a stanchion goldfish span
Bitch you can't hold my attention
Keep the money in the wall like the bald Bryan Cranston
Not my fault you still appalled by shit you don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running they lips like a mustache
Don't care to answer
Why'd you ask?
All this shit get taxing
Damn l'Il grab me the flask un

Twisting up the finger with my kinfolk
Pop another soul 
Reaper coming out the cove 
Warning warning warning 
187 with that death flow 
Salivating at the crows talons 
Soaring to the next door
Just a few options are left on the table 
The days are a mix of depression 
Unstable 
I press on for reasons unknown it’s no wonder 
I sit in this slumber somehow 
Still delivering all the fevers 
Tremor hard in the back with a broken heart 
Rip my soul tag 
Stash it in the fucking bag 
Just a rebel to the drowned out 
Hollowed out words of a world 
Decayed on a level that I’m 
Never with that mutha' fuckin' devil 
Bringing out the evil 
Whether heaven has a seat avail
I’m willing to sit back inhale
Living is a curse 
Last time was the worst time 
Rippers of the west side 
We Three Or Die

I been living off the flesh of the beast
For some time
I’m a crow 
Plucking out the eyes
Every time I die there’s a reason
Heathen season has arrived
So tonight I’m alive
Blasting every mother fucker who denies
3OD
187
We will never compromise
Crippling the foes
Time for you to die
Fall asleep in the dirt
Now your kin left behind 
Cold skin
Closed eyes 
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It’s still BLANXX
Still fuckin' picky
Stuck with the crows
Now your death will come quickly

Cripple Feat. Blckbrd

Another heater for yall, hope this isnt too much in a short period of time. Ill be taking a brief break for a bit - then ill be back with some more drops and surprises.

HEKS really killed the production here. Do you guys want this one on spotify? 

Lyrics are unformatted from my notes



LAUGHING ON A PILE OF THE CORPSE BODS

PUTTING THEM IN FILE GOT THE CORPORALS 

LICH ARMY ALL THE WHILE I EAT WHORE'S UM 

KINDY BOSSY IN THE BEDROOM IM A WARFRONT 

GHENGAS KAHN YOU CALL ME MOMMA IMA TORTURE all the feeble, bring them back like they're attackin on the zombified sheeple 

Can I numera them, I'm not done starin in, void is so deep I'm reaching know Ive paired with him, 

devil in back of the band with blacka haired djinn, im not gon'blare at him, darkness is where I'm in

LAUGHING ON A PILE OF THE CORPSE BODS

PUTTING THEM IN FILE GOT THE CORPORALS 

LICH ARMY ALL THE WHILE I EAT WHORE'S UM 

KINDY BOSSY IN THE BEDROOM IM A WARFRONT

PICTURE ESQUE DEMON WITH THE DREAMIN BOUT FAME, MONEY AND THE SCHEMIN 

Im on a steamin carbon steel sword dippin in blood obscena 

Im not a manager no I cant manage her now she's drippin I swear I seen it

out my eyes the tears are running down my chin-ah cant contain it

PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE (PROD. HEKS)

Symbol of the Sinner (cursedmusic2008)

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)

all for nothing

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Heart piercer with a blade and a figure
Rickenback the bass you can tell right when I enter
I'm a chemical the fiend who's of November
I'm arming up these catapults, marked till you surrender 
Shoot your knees' give me S+ VVS leash
Wrap it around your neck and let those diamonds crucifix bleed
I'm pegging in the stigmata, wrap you in that packing tape
Cant contain it cant afford I'm dexter only eat the wreaths 
Celebrate your canon I'm like Ganon got your b****
F****** on the beach, take her away to kingdom east
Wet katana lay flat cuz I got the tech 9 for his teeth
And now you see him like the sandman on one hunting in this dream

Shoot shoot stain the wall with smoking barrel
Im swaggin head to toe my payment spent on pradapparel 
I throw a sentiment to rappers that I carol
Repeating the flows, meeting the h***, smoking the Oz I don't care-oh
Swanging the blade music sends me sky high getting paid 
I dont think you want bad-side when it's getting late
Under moonlight I might give your blood a Scriptz saliva taste
Half monster creepin in your head, sippin on Alize
Dont you think you want to do it in a jet corvette convertible
Can I wetten these corsets and now we're moving vertical 
I plead some s***, you get upset and now we're thinking outta bowl
Throw you in the trunk, call it dunk - three pointer for her soul

SCRIPTZ x JON T - PALE HORSE

Nothing
_____________________________

Im making more cuz im living next to nothing
Im making more cuz im living next to nuh uh
Abyss is my wristwatch time is 'roachin on that runaway bitch I'm a motherfuckin little flicker, hunnid in a second'
Im wreckin Im checkin
Im on the bottom feeder's neckin'

Waterboard em' till they're twitchin'
Ima tell you from the motherfuckin kitchen
Cookin up with Cerberus pups im making out with imps and sucu-liches
Ima duck em make some niches, usurp you with hook to listen
Makin bank, off some sad boys and some skanks
Ide be pissed but its my kink, I kinda like the way she thinks 
Ima thank - ranking files of an army from my drank
Did you sip it, did you tip it - need ya to pour it down the sink- 

I'm making
I'm making more
Im making more cuz
Im making more
Cuz im living next to nothing

Curse the water cross those boarders, ima terminus in order
Culdusaq for all the hoarders of the wealth and all the whore-girls
Smoke a quarter for the mortar brick and pestle fire-starter
Grassroots movement from the under ground I'm like a lord, girl

Im making more cuz im living next to nothing
Im making more cuz im living next to nuh uh

Waterboard em' till they're twitchin'
Ima tell you from the motherfuckin kitchen
Cookin up with Cerberus pups im making out with imps and sucu-liches
Ima duck em make some niches, usurp you with hook to listen
Makin bank, off some sad boys and some skanks
Ide be pissed but its my kink, I kinda like the way she thinks 
Ima thank - ranking files of an army from my drank
Did you sip it, did you tip it - need ya to pour it down the sink

Im making more cuz im living next to nothing
Im making more cuz im living next to nuh uh

BLANK SLATE (PROD. DAVID ARCADE)

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 
Scriptz
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
Scriptz

ROLLIN' OUT (PROD. WANDER)

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)

pequeñas cosas (prod. landfill/landstrike)

locusts (ft. JAMES GORCYZCA) (prod. JAMES G + CUBENSiS)

our heroes have died (ft. brahman) (prod. kalypso48k + top golfer)

silence (ft. SNIPZTEA) (prod. d0llywood1)

besides (prod. fanboy)

God damn, motherfucker Im feeling like a dregg
God damn it motherfucker Im gnawing on my teeth
Grind it down motherfucker, cannot insist this shit for days
Im getting tired motherfucker, god damn, what I say

I'm in the Salem's lot, party is insane I brought
Gas, this shit have us laughing in the fuckin back, roach it ash
Weighted tabs, on my tongue, its compact, liquid tension do not spat
Im number one and that's a fact fact fact fact
God, did you spot it im a god, makin wishes wish I had em
Call me Alladin with the rags, im so rad its in the pegs
stigmata wrist marks proph-ecy, I'm a canon shoot em down 
Wake slumber sound, im in your bed
Like the grudge Im eating up your fuckin legs
Peeka-boo I got you hanging from this motherfuckin ledge
Noose it up I hang your slut and your famy on the way 
To the hell or the heaven I dont choose it, sling your neck today
ima bring, some celebration now im boozin while I chose another lame to kill
Im wakin seein double think ill clutch these xanax pills 
It's so wonderful, purple flame burn down the ville
Evil kinevil without the kin Im djinnin, sold my soul to deal

JU-ON (prod. Hocii 808)

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)

SAINT

BROKEN AND DEAD

Kill The Rest Of Them

Kill The Rest of Them (feat. Sigilmane) [prod. Undead Ronin]

Featuring: @scriptzrap
Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4jmKm6p0xCEioeFO8V88k1?si=8402a25ef37c4e21
Lyrics:
Joker from the cut Dive now I'm fish without the flop 
Might as well call me the shark I am sniffing up all the blood 
From a distance -- we got persistence and the luck 
Got the cemetery strut - boney boy with fiddy sluts 
Hunnid gram blunt in the fuckin tauntaun 
Feel so warm in her now I'm gonna have some fun-fun
Now I'll try to warn of her cause she bit up my gun-gun
Made me broke when I tried to make her a devil nun-nun
Bitch at masses I'm the anti-pope I'm one-one
Startin a new thang with the army that I got way dun-dun
Tearing down the pulpit like a coolkid, sun-sun 
Glasses on, workin ton, hassle run to twerkin bum, I'm grabbing it up I'm lookin for the passcode becoming straight 
Asshole Now I feel better cause the bitties are chasing on my ass woah
Looking right at secretary and her tatts shown
Like a work of art she treats herself and I know that's dope
Scriptz

SPOTIFY

GLOCKTIGHT (feat. SCRIPTZ)

Lyrics:

If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo
If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo
If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo
If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo 
Take another hit when I spark the blunt
Take another sip of that tequila  
Back of the club I can barely walk
Faded out my mind but I feel real good  

Like!
I’m so high, I feel right
I’m so high, I feel right
I’m so high, I feel right
But I got a question for you 

If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo
If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo

Fade away into the fuego hasta luego 
When I wake up tomorrow I’m hoping that I remember
What happened tonight cos we gettting outta control
No I don’t wanna go home, no I don’t wanna go home

Cos like
I’m still high, I feel right
I’m still high, I feel right
I’m still high, I feel right
But I got a question for you 

If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo
If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo
If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo
If I bring the fire can you keep up with the tempo
High I’m so high, when young DAEGHO spark that endo

Enter the Fuego

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Enter the Fuego 🔥

Voidless Faces [Prod BooBooMane, Beat Prod Xateratsu]

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