Hope you like it guys, little surprise drop for Saturday

Have a good weekend


Lyrics from notepad (will reformat):

TELL ME SOMETHING BITCH - I LIKE THE LOOK OF ALL YOUR FLAUNTER DEMI-URGE IS PISSED
BOUT^ HOW^ YOU^ DRESS^ YOURSELF^ I KINDA THINK ITS NOT FOR KIDS, BUT I know THAT iS YOUR RIZZ, 
Tricking  simps, ima cannibal on the bizz - fucking eat the men who kiss those data sheets 
Rings of power on their hands, they got got the silk miata beats, I got the phonk dont need a ft - 
likeness skullfuck manson fleet,  Drugs where the guns are kept I keep it by my fuckin feet, I draw the anarchy
I draw the anarchy right up onto my body - my life is like a tour show I treat it as a safari
Drawin pictures of these animals I throw a pity party, then I bleed em dry, disembowel them with a sawed off shotty 

Im unamendable cannon the bowl, jumpin it out now I am smoking like fo - getting so high charge a red flag like bull

Tear down the enemies while I am blunted you know im not full - sword not always sharp so I smack in your skull

With a bitter black bat, not a quitter step back - breaking your dome I am the whole, yeah ---


Competition isnt scary I got vision as my mission, throw a fit when I am very pissed off or indifferent 

Im a mimic - taking yo soul since the bibin, fuckin off the world for the powers are fishin for the fission

Nukes are off, got my dukes up - talkin' alot kinda had it with the rot of the world that i bought

of the world that I bought from the cops and the caught and the limbo beings naught they weave the world with the clocks

They weave hte world

TELL ME SOMETHING BITCH - I LIKE THE LOOK OF ALL YOUR FLAUNTER DEMI-URGE IS PISSED
BOUT^ HOW^ YOU^ DRESS^ YOURSELF^ I KINDA THINK ITS NOT FOR KIDS, BUT I know THAT iS YOUR RIZZ, 
Tricking  simps, ima cannibal on the bizz


Im unammendable cannon the bowl, jumpin it out now I am smoking like fo - getting so high charge a red flag like bull

Tear down the enemies while I am blunted you know im not full - sword not always sharp so I smack in your skull

With a bitter black bat, not a quitter step back - breaking your dome I am the whole, yeah

ROYAL APOCALYPSE (PROD. NEKK)

I’m like six feet deep
Creepin’ on this society  
Supple triple tap on the trigger for the meek
I’ma nemesis with the wraith cloak on fleek
Im another dividend cut from the souls you seek
Cut from the blank cloth you need
Im another vivid man with the nether vision man
That you never gonna finish got glock-tucked-keep 

Packin’ and hackin’ I’m risking the happen-stance
Anyone mess with me become a body lance
Shield for the lord of the hottest of shawties man 
King pimp mixing ice with all the bodies man
Young ripper trippin’ on rituals
His actions are pitiful
But that’s why the pulpit died, and what remains is a hell visual

Im taking all the answers sinful
Glyphs, rifts - I scribe the rich a misty dig flow
I’m on a panic, I think ill hunt the pigs now
Society is a mess, you see it when the ink slows

I wake and die
I cast that stone and then I fly
Floating from the blood I buy
Transactions critical with souls I cried
Dripping and trippin with geometric shapes covered in red emerge from all of the trimmins
From the bodies that I am grimmin’
Trespass and its nill-end

SIX FEET DEEP

Prod. TuMaggz

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TuMaggz x Three Or Die - RIPPER

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MY CITADEL RACKED UP NO BACK UP ITS JUS ME N REVY ROCKIN SHIT
ROLLIN OFF THE DIRT IM UP TO LONG LIKE I DONT NEED A BED
HOLLA AT MY DEMONS HEARIN SOMEONE CALLIN BACK THE WIND
PARANORMAL VICES IM THAT PHANTOM WITH A SILVER WRIST

LEG SWOLLEN 
FLUID POURIN 
POTIONS GOT MY SHIT IN MOTION 
HEAVENS METHOD 
KEEP MY WEAPON 
FUCK THAT BITCH I LEARNED MY LESSON
HOT SHOT JUNKIE I AINT GOT NO TIME FOR FUCKIN FEELINS
HONOR ON MY BUSINESS IMA PUSH THAT PRESSURE TO THE LIMIT

DO OR DIE
IM BONA FIDE
KEEP THEM RECORDS HIGH
BREAKIN BINDS
CUTTIN TIES
ONLY STAIN TO RISE
KEEP ON RUNNIN JUGS SMOKIN BLOOD PLAYIN WITH THE KNIFE
CANT STAND NEXT TO US FUCK YOU THOUGHT BETTER RECOGNIZE

ELEGANCE ON MY GLORY IM VEXIN UP TACTICS FLAWLESS
THE WAY I KICK IT IS PERFECT COMPARE MY SHIT UP TO PROPHETS
ITS THAT REVEREND FOR THE MENACE MOVIN WICKED WITH MY MOTIVE
TAKE A PAGE AND LET IT FESTER PASSIN DOPE TO MY REFLECTION

IM THAT BAD ADDICT IM NOT BAD AT IT I GOT BAD HABITS 
REAL STATIC GETTIN REAL RAGGED YOU JUST REAL AVERAGE
FOLD MAGGOT MORTUARY LAVISH BODIES TURN TO ASHES
NAUSEOUS OFF OF THAT COFFIN POPPIN GRAB THE SHOVEL IM SICK OF TALKIN

NINETY FOUR TONE AND MY BASE DIVINE
HUNNID BODIES IN THE PACK DROP AN EIGHT IN THE SLIDE
SIX BLADES ROLLIN FACE BITCH IM PAINTED TONIGHT
KEEPIN THAT POLISH IN MY POCKET OUT THE GUTTER DEIFIED

I GOT RACKS WOADIE
TWO STEPPIN WIMME
HELL BENT GETTIN RICH
YOU AINT DO IT FOR ME
OUTTA BUCK CITY
WILD CHILD WIT IT
LOOK ALIVE I ARRIVE WITH THE STYLE GRITTY

MFA

RACKS (prod. REQUIEM CULT)

Blood on my wrist watch
Time is runnin thin blot
Rorschach says im going to the fin block
and I win not, and I do not never ever win not

Im a little even but im odd get close to me
Feeling like ill pop another Xanax, henny bean
Wait - the cemetery's in the scene,
We're grave digging casting spells on all these undead trees 

Ring wraiths, ring wraiths, count em in the ring mate
Put you up against some sing skanks, make up some zing zang,
Got the zaza in my think tank
Overflilin but im chillin, ice cold rosin from the big bank
liquid gold i think Ill give thanks
To the demons that power my empowered right to give thanks
yeah I Give thanks, yeah...
Give thanks...
Mortal with a wig plank...  
Split it ...

WIGSPLIT JIFFY (prod. Hocii 808)

Lyrics:
You know I had to do it to ‘em…
YEAH

Flow goin fully auto off the rip
Steady growing and bound to pop just like a cyst
Feel like Coleman both cold hot I change the temp
City soulless they piling bodies in the trench
See They’ll turn you into a ghost, shoutout Vince
Say that you get more dough, not convinced 
Far from a rookie, don’t want assist
You niggas pussy, ladies no offense

Fully convinced half of y’all ever been disestablished before,
Stayin’ my citizen ass right outside of the county cuz that’s where the savages go,
I went from basement to attic bitch fuck all the static It ain’t even beneficial, 
Got me some really bad habits man lowkey I had to bring tolerance back to zero
 like yeah

Feelin Andre DRUMmond,
Young niggas popped out toting the Tom-TOMs CRUISING, they in a drop-TOP GUNning, 
I’m feelin awesome but move with caution he think he my opp huntin’,
Got me a stalker, proceed to block ‘em no I cannot stop stuntin’

Listen, don’t give a FUCK if you tower over me leavin you leaned like Eiffel,
I can tell brodie a bitch I’m pressin’ the issue need me my ISO,
No I cannot ever switch it’s FREE REALM the gang, we been goin psycho,
Rip through the beat like a cyclone 
so orchestrated you’d think I’m a maestro
Yeah…

Go smirk, go smirk, go smirk (YEAH!) (x4)

(Smirk_ToTw)
Mm, I’m way too pricey,
These diamonds is way too icey,
Bad hoes around the room and they treating’ me nicely,
23 on the back call me Mikey,
Some days I can be 45,
I’m back on my BULL and I’m doin I blind like Kenshi give em the sight please!

I rock the flyest fashion
I’m redefining passion
You takin lines that’s sad bitch
Looks like your time is passin’

Yeah, my workflow steady
These thoughts and these diamonds too heavy
I hit that boy with a hesi-
Like SpongeBob, bitch are you ready??

Her body on Ms. Puffs
I’m recklessly driving the boat
Don’t know about tech, but still IT 
the way that I’m makin’ you float,
When you hear that [BEEP] check for heat
I know you can’t handle the smoke,
I’ve been movin’ like Pervy Sage she suck me till I make her croak

¡¡VIVA LA FREE REALM CABRONES!! (Hooptie)

(FREE REALM IN THIS BITCH x8)

Evil J0rdan [qulan. #RealmMix] (feat. Smirk_ToTw)

Scary Hours - King City x SMG:

Written in blood, signed by the reaper. Every bar hit like a killshot, every line another body dropped. This that late-night demon shit — cold heart, black hoodie, eyes red from revenge. No mercy in this notebook, only names and memories erased in ink and smoke.

Deathnote ft. 02 Xelly (PROD. SPHYNX)

Omen ft.Witchouse40k [prod.Netuh]

$ith Verse:
Locced out red beam 
Bitch I’m smoking heavenly 
Kill a mf leave a 
God damn bloody scene 

Coming out the underground 
Who running this shit 
Got two sick killas 
Coming after you bitch 
Roll up my blunt 
Then I take a hit 
Bump three six 
Masked up 
Load up my clip 

Break a mf kill a mf slay em 
Dwelling in the depths 
Of hell I know I’ve been forsaken 

Ermac with the necromancy 
Nowadays I don’t feel happy 
Infinite rage, I summon the mage, 
Unleashing the blade 
I’m feeling nasty 

Fuck shit, I’m not with the fuck shit 
You a punk bitch, make yo hoe suck dick 
Turn up, fuck this come on 
Bring the mosh pits I’ma, 
Rock this make yo fuckin jaw rip

3.Omen ft.Witchouse40k [prod.Netuh]

bitch up on a pole, smack that ass just like a tether ball
slaughta, speed dial need a plug you know who to call
if you need some work let me know i bet i got it all
came a long way from bummin cigs and scrapin at the mall
r.i.p. city, PDX, i got 2 clips wit me and im comin for your necks

blowin through these checks and i do it with a smile
seen your ass wheezin when you try and run the mile
sea of chalk around me leave they bodies in a pile
bitch ill do the race, never see my ass on trial
2 clips and i got em ridin with me,
copped a new whip, do about buck 50
popped an adderal, n it got me feelin dizzy
bitch you say you got a man, well then where the fuck is he

got my engines revvin, bitch it sound just like a hemi, semi automatic pop out if i know they tryna hit,
bitch i wish a pussy would like my name was Timmy turner, there aint nothin fairly odd if i hit you with this burner uh

wassup wassup, get buck get buck, its a, stickup stickup, my choppa hiccup hiccup
run that shit back up, no need to act tough
im bout the shit that you cannot back up
i let my nuts drag, usin your merch as a cum rag,fuckin with me catch a toe tag, watchin you try and its so sad.

run it back, flip it and double and double the sack,
plottin on you when i run in the back 
fuckin with me an you catchin a tag

aint no time for talkin lil bitch, yeah we past that
all yall smokin boof my b.o. smell like some gass pack
yall some pussys on the low you put that shit on wax,
you aint catch no k, bitch dont play im finna bust back.

Speed Dial

vocals by:
@mvkotsunami
@donotresurrect

produced mixed and mastered by: @frdmbeats

full album 
Third Eye Vision
out now

break the padlock ft, mvko + do not ressurect

https://linktr.ee/scriptzture

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WIGSPLIT JIFFY (prod. Hocii 808)

SCRIPTZ