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1st SONG OFF 8CORPSES 2ND ALBUM
ENGINEERING BY: @PRODJORDANJAY

Mista Smokes Alot (Hella Phonk Remix)
Lyrics:
Call me MR smokes a lot
Smokin hella pot 
Dead bitch in the parking lot
Died from nod 
Premonition of phenomenon 
Life kill me not
Watch you fucking rot 
Call me Mr Smokes a lot 
Left handed cigs 
Puffin chronic 
Better know it
Got that liquid courage 
Raised to be fuckin stoic 
Listen 
I ain’t here for no picnic 
I am so careless
Ever wonder why I go by 8corpses

When yo homies say they know a guy
Bitch I’m the guy
Like the season 
WATCH YOU FALL
If I kill its plural
Put you on a
LIQUID DIET 
OF EMBALMING FLUID
Bitch I’m 
Built like Jason Vorhees 
IF THE LAKE He drowned in 
Was lsd 
I’m not here to fucking please 
Emo hood hippie 
hat trick in my attic
bipolar Schizophrenic ADDICT
Bitch I’m Batshit 
This ain’t something you can mimic

Mista Smokes Alot (Prod. ROOSEVELT & VEXD)

LANE MANE Ft. C4$PA  (Prod. by BOOBOOMANE)

Lyrics-

(shoot dope not schools bruh
Yeauh, I get bags when I go outside yuh
I shoot dope like its Columbine yuh
They said Revy where yo head go?
Lock down fuck a .44)

I get bags when I go outside Bitch
Imma shoot dope like it's Columbine Bitch (grrraa!)
Yeah you heard what I said, get bread then I dip
Really smoked out smoked out shawty want a hit uh x2

Damn ayo Rev you a psycho 
crawling on the floor yelling where the fuck the pipe go
I might go, off the fuckin edge when I bang on a zip
pussy boi red dot you could never hit
I'm on that other shit, you could never fuck with it 
Zeta coppin 28 I told him not to fuck with it
Wap drop headshot caught up on a run
took 3-4 shots to wake a mothafucka up
Can-Can hit em with the Can-Can
Bitch I can't lie, can't die fuck a type beat
I don't give a fuck if anybody ever like me
Get it understood don't no pussy ever bite me I might be UGH
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh
I get dope fuck around and OD
bitch I do dirt but I make it sound clean
I been in the game propane when I leak
I got work for the dirt Blood Money ain't cheap uh

BLOOD MONEY(PROD. UNREMORSE)

COVER ART BY SXMPRA

LYRICS-

I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT SHIT (NO)
I DONT WANNA BE YA DAMN FRIEND (NO)
I DONT WANNA GET UP IN THE PHOTO
SICK FROM THE MOLD
DUCKED OFF IN A BANDO

I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT SHIT (NO)
I DONT WANNA BE YA DAMN FRIEND (NO)
I DONT WANNA GET UP IN THE PHOTO
SICK FROM THE MOLD
DUCKED OFF IN A BANDO

CRAWLING INSIDE OF MY HEAD
AND I FEEL LIKE IM ROLLING AROUND 
IN MY BED (BED)
NOW I CAN CUT TO THE END BUT 
MY SIGHT IS SO RED THAT I FEEL 
LIKE IM DEAD 
WHAT
WHAT
NEVER CALL BACK
NEVER EVER CALL BACK
TOSSING AND TURNING 
AND I JUST KEEP BURNING
BUT I NEVER WANTED TO FALL BACK
(UGH)
I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT
BE ABOUT IT
THATS ON ME
FOCUSED ON MY LIFE
AND WHAT IT COULD BE
FUCK OUT MY WAY
CAUSE IM READY TO SEE
WHERE IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK THAT WE GO
WHEN WERE LOW UNDERGROUND
NOTHING TO SHOW
NO ONE CAN STOP ME 
CAUSE I WANNA ROAM
NO ONE CAN SAVE US
CAUSE NO ONE IS HOME

I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT SHIT (NO)
I DONT WANNA BE YA DAMN FRIEND (NO)
I DONT WANNA GET UP IN THE PHOTO
SICK FROM THE MOLD
DUCKED OFF IN A BANDO

I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT SHIT (NO)
I DONT WANNA BE YA DAMN FRIEND (NO)
I DONT WANNA GET UP IN THE PHOTO
SICK FROM THE MOLD
DUCKED OFF IN A BANDO

BLACK MOLD (Prod. SXMPRA)

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I'm locked loaded
Anyone who apposes
Soon will know this
Let the walls be red as roses
Feels like I'm about to blow this
I will paint the halls
Push my button
And we all fall
It's your call
It's final notice
Can't control
This notion got me cold and frozen
Taken everything
I'm shaken up
Been faking my emotions
Now I wanna drink this potion
Take an oath of devotion
Compulsion
And If you ask then I will Divulge it
Told you before
I'm locked loaded
Here's my temper
Now you can hold it
Once before I would've imploded
But that's all gone now I'm exploding

Pretty little demon
You ever seen her
Whisper the chant of the reaper
Fell in the pit of the chamber
Anger so red I'm in danger
Sip on the fear of the angels
One wrong move and it's over
Put the heathen on a poster
Rep for the soulless
Sinking I'm feeling approach-less
Docile energy fuck it I'm hopeless
Lying like shit through my teeth
Let the single thought i harbor bout the death upon my own leech
Someone call the police
Trapped in the heat of the moment
Facetious I'm feeling
Seven sins I wish I was a better person
Proposition couple brothers and they both the devils sitters
Conversations will not solve the fucking torture I'm enduring
Bull I will myself to carry on the pleasures is my curing

Bullet to the brain
Make the blood flow
Carve into my chest
When another fuckin' word
Vomits out attack
Wrap me in hate, wrap me in hate
While you're reaping your own fate
Tell me oh tell me I'm wrong
Push me to a level where I never wanna get to
Soulless is the only being that I really can become
Let me have a little fun
Tethered to the spite
I feel ignited
Feel the fire rising
Tears from the fallen they're watching
Terror in their eyes now blinding

Temperature

SIN CITY (PROD. SHREDDED)

Little monday drop, hope you guys enjoy. SC exclusive for now.

Lyrics
___________________
WET THE BLADE MOTHERFUCKER|
IMA RAIN ON THESE OTHER-REALM bitches with the carnal soul insane kuckleduster fo yo brain, mother fucker
Pullin out retract the blade motherfucker let ya bleed on the lane motherfucker, I'm like bane - holy sucker

I kill the fuckin priest,
Walkin through the desert got blood on mind ima feast 
On the sanitary cubicles and workman suits are creased 
From my teeth, I'm a cemetery seeth, wraith waked for the eastmen
Feudal japan is right in my ease pen, I m drawing up that warfare, kinda keep the deeps thin
Im slicing yea 50 times and I take your kin for keeps-sin, make ya suffer tougher things in life, im not a cheap djinn


-Feudal japan is right in my ease pen, I m drawing up that warfare, kinda keep the deeps thin
Im slicing yea 50 times and I take your kin for keeps-sin, make ya suffer tougher things in life, im not a cheap djinn

It costs about a beating for ya
My heart is now retreating from the order, start the soarin - droppin psalms on these motherfuckers who are snorin 
Sleep my shit get your wrists slit its easy to implore ya 
When im armed to the teeth with diamond fangs and the cobra swordas 
---Tell me bitch do you think that I count the quota
I dont I press the fairy right into the corner 
Capital is up above me pourin, I'ma handit to the coroner 

WET THE BLADE MOTHERFUCKER|
IMA RAIN ON THESE OTHER-REALM bitches with the carnal soul insane kuckleduster fo yo brain, mother fucker
PUllin out retract the blade motherfucker let ya bleed on the lane motherfucker, I'm like bane - holy sucker

I kill the fuckin priest,
Walkin through the desert got blood on mind ima feast 
On the sanitary cubicles and workman suits are creased 
From my teeth, I'm a cemetery seeth, wraith waked for the eastmen

Feudal japan is right in my ease pen, I m drawing up that warfare, kinda keep the deeps thin
Im slicing yea 50 times and I take your kin for keeps-sin, make ya suffer tougher things in life, im not a cheap djinn

Feudal japan is right in my ease pen, I m drawing up that warfare, kinda keep the deeps thin
Im slicing yea 50 times and I take your kin for keeps-sin, make ya suffer tougher things in life, im not a cheap djinn

INSTAGRAM

AVARICE (PROD. SILENCE)

[PROD. FALLEN]
LYRICS:

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

Pop you like some Meds 
Bowling ball severed heads
I got voices in my head 
And in yours I’ll put some lead
Everyone I meet I can’t help but picture
Dead
I’m the demon that this population should of never bred

So much of who I am 
was formed 
around survival
USED TO CRAVE IV’s 
NOT TALKIN NUMERALS
OH MY FUCKING GOD I WANNA KILL PEOPLE

OH MY FUCKING GOD 
I WANNA KILL PEOPLE

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

Hit ‘em with the Lysol 
Hit ‘em with the pine sol
They will never smell 
The fuckas body it’s the right call
Catch em at the car show
Blood on the whitewalls
Never found his body
They’ve been looking all night dog
I LET IT RIP
Off of the hip
You ain’t a juggalo homie
Then nobody tellin me shit
Ooo
And that chapter who I’m with
And that Hatchet who I’m with
Psychopathic till I rip 
Run that MOTHAFUCKIN bag up 
Get the money counter
Booty motherfuckas hatin on me
Need some baby powder
I can get the sucky from your baby momma
I don't think I wanna
but she’s tryna holla and 
 I’m slanging chowder
And it’s like that.
8 Corpse bring that hook back

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

depressed out my skull 
CARING ISNT Feasible 
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT 
All them mothafuckas killable
KILL THAT MOTHAFUCKA 
BROAD DAY 
MMM ITS THE RIGHT WAY
You can’t Save this life
Even if you listen to The Fray

PSYCHOTIC THOUGHTS 
ON REPEAT 
NEVER SILENT 
Wanna DECAPITATE 
the head of A tyrant 
REFRAINING MYSELF 
FROM VIOLENCE 
IS A TALENT 
They should thank me
For not being defiant 

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

kill a mothafucka 
End their life 
No comma
Where’s your God 
Guess he’s stuck 
Somewhere In a coma
Homicidal 
Your remains ill defile
Laugh in your face 
as your 
body parts dogpile

IF HOMICIDE WAS AN OLYMPIC SPORT (feat. Ouija Macc)

Little sunday drop. SC exclusive for now. Hope you enjoy

SKELETON SKELETON SKELETON |
IMA GO MESS WITH THE ELEPHANT---RIFLE, need ya ta trifle, with the kinEYEval, huh
Jumping like 50 buses I write all of my verses like I am designing a bible, its like the mic's on ->
90 db on the gain, this nassau is where I remain like I'm psycho

Huh.. Governments burning in vision of flesh, I dope and compress, I feel depressed-set's on fire with napalm and bless

Im ready to drop you and im makin a mess, im making a test - kinfolk are bleedig so that's on my chest,

I feel humans are the curse on this chess-board

So I deck whores, with my mech-core yeah yeah

//break//

SKELETON SKELETON SKELETON |
IMA GO MESS WITH THE ELEPHANT---RIFLE, need ya ta trifle, with the kinEYEval, huh
Jumping like 50 buses I write all of my verses like I am designing a bible, its like the mic's on ->
90 db on the gain, this nassau is where I remain like I'm psycho

I'm a metal animal yo with the ban on my own I'm hunting for the hoes and my mistas

Hack em and burn em I leave em with blisters, bubbling and covered in dirt got my list out

Im smudging the ink, I dont fuckin care what you have to think, they're prey and im minx

hunting the best of them, whores and the vested men Im a chained man without kinks

PSYCO (PROD. BLUNT CHRIST)

DODO (PROD. WXRST)

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @marrasfall
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MYLAR (w/ Saliva Grey)

KING KOBRA (PROD. RULZ) OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS


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SIN CITY (PROD. SHREDDED)

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