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MOBBS RADICAL- WHACK(PROD. ³³MARROW)

LYRICS:

Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

Had a dream that I was taken to the heavens
God is fucking dead and angels rotten eating off him 
Religion is a fallacy
My blades are told in prophecies 
I’m god of death
And god of war
No man can fell this monstrosity 
Magick Kult shit
Rituals of blood bitch
Got a problem with my crew
We breaking bones bitch
Back up back down
You won’t make it out
Split yo fuckin skull
And take yo body down to hell yeah
Spread death spread hate
Till the pain is gone
Spilling blood out on the floor
Until the break of Dawn
Undead undone by the dark sun
Pussy wanna talk talk talk till his brain gone
Wanna fight? wanna die?
Ain’t no way that you reside
I’m a motherfucking monster
With a blade on my side
Poser wanting clout so he gon hit up my line
With a lie on his mind and his brain in my sights

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

SHXLO:



Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

RITUALS OF BLOOD (feat. SHXLO) [prod. Undead Ronin]

SERENITY x SULPH – LEECH
@sulphofficial
prod. zyller

issa ak
knockin at ya door
everybody out the vacant
everybody on the floor
if you wanna see em shake it
put these bitches on all fours
i dont have to make amends
all of my enemies are boring
why tf they always drinkin till they nauseous
put that energy into ya work and you might pop it
i was doin all that shit
x2
i had to drop it
now we movin state to state
its time to get real toxic

send that pussy up
and then hes falling like a comet
twins up in this bitch
i had to takeoff ina rocket
keep it tucked up on me
the 50 cal fits in my pocket
i cant trust nobody
my own friends put me in boxes
put me in a coffin
they put me inside a grave
breakin out this bitch
i never had another way
never helped myself, i ended up inside a place
that manifested only death and torture in my fuckin brain

SERENITY x SULPH – LEECH

Sorry for uploading this one late to soundcloud. Was in the hospital on a surgery complication bend! Good for the most part now but ill be recovering for about 2 months. Still lots of music on the way for spotify and soundcloud!

Lyrics:
Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

Wanted posters on the walls
In my future kinda tall
Cause of all the sutures I'm embodied from the fuckin claws
I'm on a massacre fillin the bodies 
That will meet back in my coffin 
Murder them yeah im astral
Drippin now I'm comet coughin

Bitch, ima dick
I'm waking sentry with the lich army
In my drip
Im leaving the skeletons in my wake I'm atom's split
Found a nuke on the world, wait the ash and bloody bits 
Im like a kid throwing tantrum on the snake and tail shit
Yeah Scriptz

Drift togue, riding on the motherfuckin
I got zip code
Flippin all these fuckin corners
I got sick flow
Drippin all these fuckin candles
Dont need simple
I'm like a pit bull
Yeah Scriptz

Sleeping on the world that tells me I am fuckin wrong
Writing for these girls I want to stick the bills inside their thongs 
Walkin through the dirt I know the world is adverse to song 
But Im singing out like 50 parsecs for these fuckin dogs

Cerberus on a leash
Terminus for my peace
Swervin it with the piece 
Drive by at the beach
Vice city shit for the crowd ya murder marching beat 
Becoming a canister pressure and heat
Im blowing my face on sheet

ASTRAL PROJECTION (PROD. SHREDDED)

Swallowing Centipedes

Istasha The Scrub - Overgrowth2 Final

prod aragoth
Mixed by aragoth 
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/fearcomplex.rot

LYRICS:
Blow his brains out
45 inside of his fuckin mouth 
Stomped out 
Shoot all his homies down 
if they stay around 
Glocks out 
Pow pow pow pow 
And you can hear the sound
All my homies are vicious 
They mutha fucking hounds x2

Homicide, homicide
shit stays in my mind 
And it plays in rewind 
Lotta nines, columbine 
Imma slide, imma slime 
Not afraid, imma die 
With that gun by my side 

& I’m doing drive by’s
throwing up the gang sign
Then I let the bullets fly
Everyones closing eyes
Think it’s time to face demise 
You should run, maybe hide 
Before your family has to cry 
Malevolent the devils child 

fuck all these lames 
That living inside denial 
And I ain’t go to court 
I’m ducking out every trial 
Outside of the court 
Smoking black and milds
And I got Banana clips 
Like i came out the wild 
And like Pablo Escobar 
Burning bodies in a pile
And Imma do em dirty 
Imma do em so foul 
when you round me 
watch what you talk bout 
from the east coast 
But this shit could go south 

Blow his brains out
45 inside of his fuckin mouth 
Stomped out 
Shoot all his homies down 
if they stay around 
Glocks out 
Pow pow pow pow 
And you can hear the sound
All my homies are vicious 
They mutha fucking hounds x2

EYELESS

Lyrics:

Shotgun to my dome
Turn my brain into confetti
Yeah my soul is gone 
Everything fucking left me 
I’m still out here stressing
Wonder if anything will work in my life
Now that’s the question
Will suicide be the only option
If I can’t be bothered to change my ways
Stuck in my mind 
I’ll never be sane 
Fuck therapy 
I swear it’s a game 
I’ve been conned, lied to, stolen from
But I’m still out here never judging 
I know it’s so hard 
So I’m never fronting 
When it all goes sideways 
I’m on the hunt yeah
—
Mask on tight, don’t ask if I’m okay
Dark thoughts loop like a tape that won’t play
I smile but it’s all for display
Mind in a cage
I chew through the pain
Hope’s a drug
and I threw it away 
again..
Friends fade out
but the ghosts still remain
Screaming in the silence
lost in the rain
I don’t want pity
just stay in your lane
Easy way out 
Take a bullet to the brain
—
My best trait is Self loathing 
Depression is still loading up
Thought that you could change me 
But you just closed me up 
Now no one can get close
Never close enough
—
Stay the fuck away from me 
I’m going insane 
Locked up in my mind 
With all the things I’ll never change 
The time on my life 
Slowly ticking away
Every straw that broke a back 
Has multiplied for days
Simple action 
Complex consequence 
Murders not a fuckin threat 
Life = Damnation
Identity is subtle fractures 
in a flaw
Tear it all down 
Burn it all 
Burn it all
What 
are 
you 
now?

Identity Crisis

Body

Lyrics:
Leave it down to the decimal
Losing count 
It’s identical 
Undefined by my enamel 
Bite the parts I pardon 

I must have fucked up my retina 
I see gallons 
Started dripping down the better part 
Ignite the Progress all Retarded 

Useless guided fuck 
Established 
Handheld 
Dripping down in puddles 
Padding brought the fall 
To an amateur bed 
Restart and crawl 
In a manner you get 

Never withdrawal
Back 
In a gimmick surrounded back draw
Backs
On the Lines that cut off like a call
Backs
Recycle the cause 
All black 

All black when 
I picture my eyelids 
Still manage to find something interesting riding the lines of my cornea 
I’ll keep my distance 
And viewed by recording  
Your process is stored in 20/20 HD 

Bet you still function in groups 
Bet that stays all of my income 
Think you’re the grace of the coup
Ride out the cinema Lincoln

SERENITY x SULPH – LEECH

SERENITY

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