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)

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)

Maniac

@velsser2x

Lyrics:
Cause When i walk up in this bitch 

You bet not say shit 

No ion wanna shake ya hand 

Not a fan 

Im not one 

For what you saying 

Got no time conversation 

Dont know who 

they think i Am 

Cause i am

The one thats go let it blam

Let me take em to the basement 

Yea i see they all looking

All shooken 

Now they think im off putting 

I aint worried bout no placement 

Ever since i touch that guala

On my momma

Im just focused on my dollas 

I aint worried bout no 

Fake shit 



See they wanna come around and act like they aint say shit 

Thinking that its sweet 

Like who the fuck you tryna play with 

Fuck about a hoe 

They want my heart to try to play 

But got a bitch she bad she better than the basics 

Swervin lane to lane 

I grip the blunt like its a hot pocket

Might go cop a whip 

Where they could see me 

And just drop top it 

Glock a make em dance 

A make him jump 

Just like he hopscotching 

Said it once before

Ill say it twice 

Lil bitch im not stopping 



_____________________



Dove up in that water 

Wasnt set for repercussion

Id bet a 100 billion dollars

They aint touching nun 

Off a smokey pack 

Recording songs until the sun was up 

Now that i got music down 

Im tryna put 100 up 

Yea my bitch on fleek 

Yea she so sweet 

just like a honey 

Yea i might go down 

Might chew that pussy 

Like its bubblegum 

 In the booth im crazy

Dropping tracks 

I got 100 of em 

Hear they talk 

bout sending shots

Bro   pull    up 

Pop 100 of em 

Yea they mad 

that They cant be like me 

Because i say so 

Today they got the orders 

Velsser spoke 

And what he say go 

Bringing up that shit 

Thats from the past 

Well now the case closed 

Talking while im talking 

No respect 

Thats why i hate hoes 

Speeding of the gas 

Might be to fast 

I needa slow down 

Fuckin up the city 

Prices low 

And still could go down 

Hear  my name

Could act like they don’t know

I bet they know now

Hold up bro stop talking 

Just keep quiet 

Dont make no sound

GRAVE WALKER ( Prod . Blackfard )

Surprise title track along with a release of the album on all platforms today. Enjoy!

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Spheres in my mind, choke notes from the kind who are walkin in the bay roof
field wanna talk but we're tellin them they're fake, so I wait and I unwalk soon
Not an extension - not a dimension, yeah I dont go boom
Temporal can suck my dick, logic quick cut it down past the tim buck 2
-
Twisted in the mouth, run it up on the town turn those yellow hues violet- blue
Make the lights down, colors dont surround ya in the realm that I pull from through
Silence is golden, you are beholden to idea this aint true
Detonate the symbols, let em hit the cymbols, vibrate with an earth pain too
Im a medical
Lakes at my throat and im spillin out the call
we need to do a cull - this language is old
keeping us stagnate void of evolve
But this void is just evolving
Like a Sisyphus rock it dont stop at a song with
key in hand - gonna morphisize a sonnet
Make you reflectin - I cant make bet in

MISALIGNMENT (PROD. SPHYNX)

⚠️NEW COLLAB⚠️

PROD. BY Requiem Cult & Bumboi

MIXED BY Bumboi

COVER ART BY ME

blow up this song pls it’s genuinely insane.

TITLE 50 (prod. Requiem Cult)

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

HEATHEN (prod. ARAGOTH)

LAS VEGAS FT. FUKKIT (PROD. SAURXN)

I know this takes pressure

laking bodies with this matte assault rifle

Im taking this body and spinnin in tenure

from above us, celestialresurectionist 

Im hating this evidence, that they got  material world, convinced its a pearl

and in you defense, there's not much to be said about the repent

but im telling you that its real - most of this shit you just cant unpeel

That's what implies the size of this healing that you need, the ceiling you'll bleed if you  open and see....

It's the kill.... it tastes so good its like fucking meal, belly is full of that bloodlust youll feel

Im hating this battle all of this hatter madder than this connection costs, fucking madness is just at the tip of my 

fucking madness is just at the tip of my 

fucking madness is just at the tip of my 
fucking madness is just at the tip of my tip my tongue, tip of my tongue

fucking madness is just at the tip of my, tip of my tip of my tongue, im shaking this gun

Im seething and breaking this candle

Light is a right we take granted

Im telling you this with handfuls and handfuls

fists full of C4 and bandits

ill make like 300 hunnid band-es

---blow down your door

We coming in blank-face, comin in winning, masked up, weathered up smellin chanel and dior

im so incredible and I got flocks, impressed with my raps and the way that I floss, steez when I nap or when killing with bronze age fucking wilted power and a sentry hour got the tough strong ways back in history it's a fuckin dragon you repeat it on and on and then you give out, you do it so wrong so I call you a clown

Im in the labyrinth not at ya home

otherside life gonna lace this phone-line

im outside matter in sphere and I call it all, all mine, oh my - im on the otherside of dome line, the role signs, and the swollen sighs.. Im making the best of it travelling down  much as I like this lone vine...



May update mix

CELESTIAL MADNESS (PROD. NOIRE)

Im just having some fun

I GOT KARAOKE ON THE DANCE FLOOR
BLOOD ON MY TIMBS AND MY NECK AINT AT the slit HOME 
GOLD under chin and its under holy ice cold 
and my dome on that win - game im playin it aint done 
VAMPIRE TEETH WITHIN LIPS that GIVE YOU HICKY MARKs
GOT EM CROWNIN ME UP LIKE A DJINN FROM THE INNyDARK
CLEAR THE ROOM before my MADNESS TAKES THis BLICKYY OUT
WAIT BLYAT BOOM, im mowin down a sickly crowd 

CLIPS, MAGAZINE
YOU DONT NEED ME TO BE SEEN
BUT I WANT TO MAKE A SCENE
GRASSROOTS MOVEMENT WITH THE TRICHIES GOT THE PRIM-O
IM LIKE NEMO- CANt catch me between all these sweet flows
Im a demon, spit inferno evil 
and im evolved
from another plane for these emos, black diamonds not reflectin sheen off


Sheen, sheen
I got double katana on my hip with the bling
Chain hanging low on my waistside, make these girls way side, VVSES DOUBLE PLUSES clean
click back, replay that itty mac, MICRO mg withe double kepler piercing tings in a shitty shack
I make these diamonds clink, I make these shells sink to the floor on a rink, yeah I bring my fuckin city back
Its like im ice skating but im kite playing, lossin the boss around this ring snag his bitches need those kitty naps 
I make him sing, glock to fuckin his bock with the red dot on hisbrain im on the fuckin mini map
you can see me comin but theres 50 pings, which one's miii - before you knowit got a blade right knifed through your silly back 
there's a little snag, pullin up in a hooptie, 5 years it'll be urus not a motherfuckin mini van

might update mix


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