Lyrics
DREAD:
We could never give a motherfuck (aye)
Run with a crew, what they all say 
Pumped full of drugs, learn the hard way
Say you sippin’ and poppin it all day
While we flippin you trippin, ‘n’ fall (wait)
bounce off the walls, 
quickly diminish your kidneys ‘n’ all 
you could never compare
to the way that we do it
you know DCR bout to lay down the law 

these garbage rappers, 
they takin’ up all the space
they takin’ up oxygen 
they know we know they a waste
okay 

we could never stop now 
pussy get stomped out
look at how you flopped now 
aw, wait

put em in a box now 
knock ‘em ‘til they fall down
they stuck in a slump,
all day

WhiteWitch:
i don’t have the time for a swisher sweet 
every dutch that i be rollin is masterpiece 
i outsmoke you cuz u lack all the capacity 
i could never relate to your weak anatomy 

I don’t wanna fight 
i wanna die in peace 
no sleep 
I’ve been creepin all week
from what i see 
you just another wannabe 
got no respect for the scene 
wasting air when u breathe

Taking Robitussin
I’m discussing every option
In a coffin but I’m coppin everything I ever wanted
Makin money from the projects that I drop n you’re not on it 
cuz I don’t fuck with these people or these features to be honest i don’t want it 




y'all fake smd!

Industry Plant Garbage

Wish I Pulled OT with 99Zed

pity party! ft. 99zed (prod. jakeohm)

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

Vice

Little surprise drop, might put it on spotify if people like it!

SAMAEL (PROD. JODZI)

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 

Scriptz

FOLKLORE (PROD. GREY)

It's my Birthday! Here's a track to celebrate! Much love everyone, have an awesome day

CARTESIAN PLAINS (PROD. SHREDDED)

Testing this one for spotify maybe, hope you guys like it

Lyrics:
TRIPPIN ON THE LSD
IMA CAMOFLAGE THESE BITCHES IN SOME HENNESEY 
Ima double up the purple, notes are never C
You cant see what you dont expect and that is my key 
Im a cannibal of evil I eat cappin Gs
Im a tell-tale murder sight and im not cappin G
Put the word in the fight I cast hexes spree
Curses to hearses I plan your life and im heckle free
I dont laugh at the clowns they need the pi-ty 
Ima ride round town in a coupe petite
Overthrow the government dreams, coup-delete
VVS rope round their throats Blood pool elite 
Huh
Hackin at em, I cough bullets out my scrotum
Firing my kids right at your city and your fuckin senate 
Uzi and uzi akimbo for the seldom to never vetted 
Im so terrible ill turn you to confetti red bruschetta
Huh, scriptz


THEN TURN 29 
STILL NOT FEELING FINE
MY BRAIN IS OUT of LINE
MIGHT MAKE THIS A COLUMBINE


COMBINE ON MY CORPSE
DOUBLE TAP IT IT IS WORTH 
ELSE ILL RISE UP FROM THE DEAD, MADMAN IN AN ALL BLACK HEARSE
NOW YOU'll KNOW YOUR CURSE
ILL MAKE IT EVEN WORSE
TORTURE ALL THESE MOTHERFUCKIN PREMADONNA 'GROWN UP' SPURS 
Yeah,  you'll learn,
BERATE ME ONCE MORE AND ILL GRAB YOUR NECK AND TURN
AROUND TO SEE YOUR WHOLE TOWN GLOW LIGHT UP INFERNO BURN  
Yeah scriptz

TRIPPIN ON THE LSD
IMA CAMOFLAGE THESE BITCHE IN SOME HENNESEY 
Ima double up the purple, notes are never C
You cant see what you dont expect and that is my key 
Im a cannibal of evil I eat cappin Gs
Im a tell-tale murder sight and im not cappin G
Put the word into the fight I cast hexes spree
Curses to hearses I plan your life and im heckle free

Ha...

INSTAGRAM

LIQUID FOOL'S GOLD (PROD. TRULIFE)

written/performed by fxckjamie
produced by tiredead 
cover art by nightrdd

LORD OF THE FLIES [PROD. TIREDEAD]

All Night Run

Bury My Pride

We’re back... 

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered by @thornwallstudios 
Produced by @thornwallstudios 

Lyrics 

VERSE 1: Eidolon 

Been a long time but bitch I need mine 
Too many pressures pushin my spine 
Sing a sad song but look you aint die 
Butcher this beat my meat be mankind 
Chewin on bullets sippin on rye 
Too much now my liver ain’t right 
Came back a wolf I kill and you cry
Summoned back bitch we permanent night 

Spun around quick like your crosses 
Two sick for the mother fucking office 
You sit on a bed of fear and caution 
We’re on a mountain of mother fucking coffins 
It’s awesome 

Since I was a kid I knew that we was something special 
Mix a little bit of depression with a bit of heavy metal 
Add a pinch of some hip-hop mix in some deadbeat dads and then 
divine intervention that would off your fucking head 

Still go ape shit 
You hate it 
The coven still the greatest 
from shows in the basement 
To making a statement 
 
VERSE 2: Richmaiden

two cuts how’d I miss my vein 
so close but I’m so far away
way down to the coast line 
don’t give a fuck about a co-sign 
anybody wanna know why maiden be afraid to close his eyes?
I don’t wanna see the ghosts in my dreams 
nah ion wanna see a ghost when I wake up in the middle of the night again 
screaming and gripping tight onto anything I can feel or fear anything that I might have been 
I will never be no one 
I, the lone abondoned son 
I got willett in my cup you sipping on jameson
wanna be able to feel like i can pull myself together somehow 
wanna be able to rest my soul when the sun goes down 

I still hear you in my conscience 
you’re so far away...

PACT (prod. Thornwall)

https://linktr.ee/scriptzture

Join the discord (new link)
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SAMAEL (PROD. JODZI)

SCRIPTZ