DONT FIGHT (FT. KILLRIDDLE) (PROD. LILRAHNERA)

JASON // Feat. Killriddle // [Prod. Hxlx]

Prod @killheartache
Art @spxxkyx
Mix @voidkys
Master @nejminab

Lyrics:
*Slow*
Every soul that I see must feel the pain I feel
Murder is the only thing I trust because I know it’s real
I’m narcissistic, I’m impulsive, and I know that
Another walking breathing flesh how can I trust tha-

Everybody in this world, best know I’m coming for you
You try to run, I put a blade straight through your neck and eat your organs
I’m not stopping till blood is pouring straight from the ceiling
To the floor, rot the core
Because I lack remorse
Killing it be easy for me
I’m a demon not possessed
It’s not enough to just end you, I wanna see you stress
After I kill everybody, I make my own death
After I kill everybody, I make my own death

Everybody in this world, best know I’m coming for you
You try to run, I put a blade straight through your neck and eat your organs
I’m not stopping till blood is pouring straight from the ceiling
To the floor, rot the core
Because I lack remorse
Killing it be easy for me
I’m a demon not possessed
It’s not enough to just end you, I wanna see you stress
After I kill everybody, I make my own death

Every soul that I see must feel the pain I feel
Murder is the only thing I trust because I know it’s real
I’m narcissistic, I’m impulsive, and I know that
Another walking breathing flesh how can I trust that?
You choosing walking up to me, you get your neck snapped
The pain is growing from all of the souls that I snatch
I got you feeling unlucky, ain’t talking black cat
I see you everywhere you go, no need to look back

If I go out I know that anything I see will make me break
If I go out I know that everyone I see gets left to waste
Every wounded, every suffered, my mind doesn’t have a break
You say you wanna see the light, well that gon have to wait

Every soul that I see must feel the pain I feel
Murder is the only thing I trust because I know it’s real
I’m narcissistic, I’m impulsive, and I know that
Another walking breathing flesh how can I trust that?
You choosing walking up to me, you get your neck snapped
The pain is growing from all of the souls that I snatch
I got you feeling unlucky, ain’t talking black cat
I see you everywhere you go, no need to look back

Killing it be easy for me
I’m a demon not possessed
It’s not enough to just end you, I wanna see you stress
After I kill everybody, I make my own death
After I kill everybody, I make my own death

PAIN [PROD. KILLHEARTACHE]

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

prod takizava

art darian quilloy

I hate the internet, I been making money wrong ways
Got a frozen neck and I put my bank on Rod Wave
Imma kill pest, walk up in the function all spray
Lets get into that, quit that acting tough like Broadway
Talking sweet don't feel right
She in love with fiends like
She been asking for a sip so I still pour codiene light
Y'all gon' die like field mice
Amiri jeans with real ice
Imma reach over my shoulder and pull out a real knife

Hop in the function and cut that ho up
I hop in the function that mag I'm gon dump
These hoes hit my line for the fashion I stunt
And I put his head in the back of my trunk
All this 'tussin on me, yeah I'm stacking the cup
All these hundreds on me, I ain't rapping enough
Y'all ain't gonna kill me you capping for what?
If I'm in the venue then all you are done
I got death on my mind
Ripping flesh from his spine
Imma chop your homie up till I got red in my eyes
I got red in my ice
Mixing tech with the sprite
And like everytime you leave I make a mess with a knife

I hate the internet, I been making money wrong ways
Got a frozen neck and I put my bank on Rod Wave
Imma kill pest, walk up in the function all spray
Lets get into that, quit that acting tough like Broadway
Talking sweet don't feel right
She in love with fiends like
She been asking for a sip so I still pour codiene light
Y'all gon' die like field mice
Amiri jeans with real ice
Imma reach over my shoulder and pull out a real knife

INTERNET (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

art ram0na

prod diklordefenil + takizava

Lyrics:

Uh, when I hit the show that hoe be going dark
Then I grab the Rolls, I hit the road that hoe be push to start
Then I grab my pole, I'm with the smoke, I'm posted like a cart
Once this choppa blow, I feel Van Gogh I spray you into art
Big knocker like a speaker in my right hand
I be dropping all these bodies like a minute man
And I'm really good your hoe wanna mention man
I be really catching bodies off of Instagram
Dump his body I'm posted up like a pro
This an armed robbery now shut up and give me more
I'm at the morgue chopping I like it more when they cold
There's just no stopping you're dying here on the road
Watch his body go limp then I laugh
Yes you're dying and there's no strings attached
Long strides, Imma chase on your track
Long knife, blood stains on my rag
I get stupid with that tool
I'm smoking hoes out like a juul
It look like red dye in the pool
And off the oxy imma drool
I hope you rappers kick the stool
Said "I'm the king hoe, let me rule"
Sneaking xans right up in school
I got nobody left to lose

Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask
I got wok up in my Sprite, I mix lean right up with ice
And all my shots I aim to kill, when I shoot I be precise
What I cop came with a seal, so I'm pouring up a pint
I remembered who stayed real, rest of y'all be switching sides
Yeah I just dropped a pill, it be fizzing in my soda
Wockhardt then grab the wheel, I can't drive right when I'm sober
He be reaching I can feel so I put one in his shoulder
Enemy nuke incoming, it's over
Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask

KEEP THE PACE (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL + TAKIZAVA)

https://genius.com/Decayinggod-wanted-lyrics
amv: https://youtu.be/MLs9RpyxQoU?si=sQwNqIEnjiEEZoeX

ft & master @gorejit
prod @trynadie
art @spiiralmusic

✞ ✞ ✞

WANTED w/ GOREJIT [TRYNADIE]

@tsaruicide
@satcomxo
https://genius.com/Hxlx-bio-id-lyrics

BiO-id W/ TSARUICIDE [HXLX X SATCOM]

takizava - Human shield (ft. needleguts + killriddle)

MASSMURDER //feat. HXLX// [prod hxlx]

welcome to the torture prod @velvet.sog
mixed by @hatchetsaww
tags by @taux
cover by me
@sogiraq

you all ready fuckin in mother fuckin huss body 
pull up on ur head and leave no room for anybody,
argathon coming through ur crib jus to fucking shoot you
posted up inside the body Barrell now you cannot find me
at the bottom of of the lake where you do not see the ak 
with the animals yeah I got them all tamed
fifteen sheel shots into your best friend 
you can look into my eyes 
you can see the Suffering 

swear to God I think I'd be the bad friend 
cut you off so I don't gotta deal with all your bullshit
people posted up at my front door,
I will drop down a layered mine an a claymore 




WELCOME TO THE TORTURE [VELVET.SOG]

SHELLCATCHER

LYRICS:

Ugh
They don't even listen to my shit
They just wanna fucking diss
They just wanna hop online and keep talking like a bitch
40 glocky on my side, Imma handle it with a drum clip
Like, ugh
All these pussy artists fags
I don't give a fuck I'm quick to go and give a toe tag
Smith and Wesson teach a lesson, and it came with a pro mag
Load that shit up, cock it back, hit em with that fucking mac
Like, ugh
Fully automatic, the motherfuckers won't come back
Hit 'em with the hollows, shell catcher full of dull brass
Imma pop his brodie, get hit up with that dome tap
Why the fuck you talking? You ain't came in with no strap
Ugh, what
Imma fuck around, catch a body get a soul snatch
Imma pop a molly, then I go and break that hoes back
He was talking on the net, I make sure he don't come back

Bitch I know you gonna black out
If you wanna talk tough, get the macs out
Pop ten shots in your skull, watch it crack now
Catch all the shells when that bitch getting wacked out

Ugh, all these rappers acting dumb as fuck
I load the 5.56 then I dump the truck
Post your hoe on your story, she a fucking slut
Hollow tips fly through, then they cut your guts

Then they cut you up, fuck
Ugh
No brass on the ground, pick em up
Shell catch then I'm done

Pussy broke bitch, you ain't make fucking none
Hold the hollow tips that coming out of my gun
Tryna play games bitch, this won't be fun
When I'm coming with the ARP, make that bitch run|

Bitch I know you gonna black out
If you wanna talk tough, get the macs out
Pop ten shots in your skull, watch it crack now
Catch all the shells when that bitch getting wacked out

SHELLCATCHER

Seira