Gonna bump this for a min pry fr idk tho but i pry will still just cuz imma bump or or sum idk fs tbh but the plane we flew was so sickosoicy and then the color of when the oven got hot idek tbh

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prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

TRACK 1 of the “CORPSE GALORE” EP

written & performed by fxckjamie and gashum
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by gvzzvh

BLACK MASK (FEAT. GASHUM) [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

COUNTERPUNCH (Prod.MyBabyDead)

Out on all platforms

Lyrics:

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put em' in her mind, she can't get over me
When i spit fire, better evacuate

Cause I'ma get a bag, then I'm going up back to base
All these motherfuckers always seem like they acting fake
When I be getting mad, motherfuckers don't want the fade
Keep up with the act, you gettin packed, I'm aggravated

Leave em' with no chance, yo last dance is calculated
I'm activated, if you actin' agitated
I'ma have to leave his body out, decapitated
Fuck what they say, I'ma do it all

Man they can never really say that they've been through it all
But everybody always trippin', man, I'm through with y'all
I'm about to paint a fuckin' picture, about to paint the walls, its red
In my defense, i hopped the fence

And acted dense, then made amends to my expense
Then I break suspense and grab the pen
I'm goin 10s, I never really wanted to depend

On any of yall
Bitch!

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put 'em in her mind, she can't get over me

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS

ALL PLATFORMS

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS (PROD. PLURE)

IWATCHEDHIMDROWN FEAT XXX

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-z6RwNCbmU

Produced by Ronny J, Nick Leon, & POSHstronaut

Denzel Curry - Flying Nimbus Feat. Lofty305

BOWSER FT XXXTENTACION (Prod by Purp Dogg)

You Will Regret

Catch Me Outside

VoidTracks

All White Civic (prod. Azrael)

SUMO | ZUMO

INSTAGRAM @xlillucifer
PROD. @longlostzim @prxz
FT. @deadbeatvillains
@longlostzim wit da legs
(LYRICS)
"Lucifer"
glock on my hip let it shoot at ur face
pussy boy you a stain
give a fuck whachuu think
all these bitches izz fake 
so i stay in my lane
and i count up this cake
while this bitch give me face

and my blacked out trench coat came with a blade
bitch i pop out the cut just to let that shit swang
better hop off my dick beforee i let this shit bang
bitch my soul a trap star till i fuckin hit the grave

if u wanna ride with me 
bitch u finna die with me 
bitch im high as i can be 
bitch dont fuckin bother me
bitch dont fuckin follow me 
bitch dont fuckin talk to me
dont want no fake apology
keep that shit and go to sleep bitch...
"deadbeatvillain"
Numb drip go down my throat 

I might hang by tight rope

I shoot shit i like smoke

I can't miss a hard scope

Lock and loaded sniper

Bloody window wiper

Shawty bad I pipe her 

I don't even fucking like her

I just eliminate 
watch how they decimate 
my blade it penetrate 
save me for heaven's sake 
kill me or get it straight 
I'm good and demonstrate 
I do not get a break 
I just work everyday 

Back on the track get a crack in yo back
Got sum crack in the sack now I'm seeing all black

Can't take a joke then yo ass gets smacked

itunes

FUCK OFF FT. DEADBEATVILLAIN (PROD. LONGLOST X PRXZ)

Shoutout to :
@DKoolPharaoh
@auxking

"Come Catch A Body"

Prod. Na$tii

verse 1: na$tii
bitch I ain’t 
been away I just been catching bodies
counting duffles 
you can fuck around and get a
dirty dozen for ya trouble 
bitch I heard u ain’t even really got that iron
what’s the problem 
put ya feet up on a block 
and catch slipping you at the bottom 

and ever time I hit ya bitch she know it’s fuck a condom
while you sit around and hippy flip I’m out here causing problems 
gotta put ya brothers even if you ain’t got it
I ain’t ever gonna change until my skin is fucking rotten 

chorus: 
fuck 
yuh 
come a catch a body
you ain’t no killer bitch 
don’t even try me 

better duck 
yuh
scars on my body
smile for the picture 
this flash from my shoty

verse 2: na$ti
bitch get the fuck up 
want this fade well you got it 
a knife in yo gut and my hand in your pocket 
stand the fuck the up get snuffed out like a man
gripping the drumlike a play in band 

I can’t even stand but I won’t stop the poppin
u dropped yo location yo foreign a coffin 
lord of flies cause I stay where it’s rotten
heron a trip make u feel like a goblin 

scripts in my body make me feel demonic 
crashing my whip of the rox talking onyx 

deep in the pit  I want out lemme stop 
please let me stop it

chorus:

verse 3: Dkool
verse 4: auxxk

Come Catch A Body Ft. DKoolPharaoh & Auxxk

@biv


lyrics


what in the world has it happened to this 
and i feel like it’s stupid i’m pissing out shit 
from the bag the xanax i’m popping you bitch 
like who in the fuck are you speaking it with 
all those people you have in your circle 
not with the action you talking bout hurdles 
i’ve over come almost everything 
and hearing bout bitches and diamond rings

im bout to bust and aim at shit
bullets through almost everything 
y’all don’t look at subtle things 
only what everyone can bring 

i will go aim at every entrance 
popping with smoke like a bad intention 
all of you rappers are just infections 
learn your lesson four fake depression 
idiot stay out my fucking mentions 
you wanted this now you fucking get it 
selling your soul for a golden pendant 
bitch i’ll send it bitch i’ll send it 

YOU RUNNING WHAT GOT NO PULSE RUNNING FLAT 
ALL OF THEM SINGING THE WORDS IM IN FACT 
DYING IN CIRCLES I CUT ALL OF THAT 
WRIST WHAT I DRAG I  NO FUCKING LACK 


THE WORLD SPINNING SLOWER AS I FUCKING CHOKE 
I HOPE TO GOD THAT THE DEVIL GRABBED MY ROPE 
KICKING AND FLAILING IM SEEING MY ENDING ITS OVER AND OVER THE WALLS STARTED BENDING 
IM OPEN TO STARTING AGAIN BUT THERES NOTHING 
THE WORLD BECOMES DUST UNDERNEATH MY DEPRESSION 
HEARTS BEATING SLOWER AS I STARTED FENDING ALL FOR MYSELF WHAT GENIUS LESSON

@biv

Top class, any bitch with a flat ass,
Have this man feignin for the cat,
Pussy make this fucka runnin back,
Seems a fucka been cummin fast,
Pain misery, you feel that?
You expecting me to feel bad?
Below the belt, finna hit that,
Self respect get tossed back,
Don't be comin when she fall back,
Now's the time for the relapse,
Get out of pocket, get your jaw cracked,
Need a broad like a hole in the cap,
Thought maybe you would like that,
Ya body count been false facts,
Your life bluer than my ballsack,

If I take it back, attach, she throw it back,
Now that's a fact, to pass ya act, there's no attatch, and further more we notice that, you think you slick, you hold my jack, you hold my pack, my nuts in fact, I busted in and out just like the trap,
I got my smile like mask,

Fuckas gone get it poppin,
Dick swingin man, that shit knockin,
6 inches got ya bitch rockin,
Fuck the profit, I don't share pockets,
Call it what you want it, call it like I got it,
I see talk, but the walk is silent,
The walk is silent

Say what you need,
I'm just speaking peace,
Supreme class, 
I claim fuckery

Can't trust ya face, you place ya case, and blame the way you think, and what the people say, you dug ya grave, and can't escape, ya fold ya ways, don't come around, this ain't ya place, you waste of space, a mothafucka wanna play these games,

Take that bitch on a getaway,
Bitches pussy like a giveaway,
Brother man, do the runnin man,
Spend a 100 bands, if the bitch will stay,
We ain't never gonna be the same,
Another level like we Escalade, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh

You finna ghost that's fine now, yuh 
Had my brothers since 09, yuh
Never been trippin when it's go time, yuh
Only time you score, when it's foul line, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh

I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN YOU (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. BIV]

prod https://soundcloud.com/triplesixdelete

BLUNTFORCEHEADTRAUMA [Prod. Triplesixdelete]

Stream / Download "Bear Trap" 🐻🔫🐝 - https://linktr.ee/XZARKHAN

Prod. @prodsinge & @reapyy


Tread through
Step on us we dead you
You fled to
Our state who sent you
To spread through
Try to claim us lead flew
Now death to
Back the fuck up we don’t fear you

The crime rates about to boost
The white plates about to lose
This is your fate you choose
Respect you?
Fuck no, it’s death to
The refuge
So out of place we let loose

You fled your problems
Now don’t make em ours
We strike hard
Don’t forget
Who your stepping on
Keep my weapon on
2A presence form an echelon
Debt your head is on
From a place
Where the heat is drawn
Year long

Try to introduce your politics
My hollow kicks
Right into your face
You been a bitch
Whole lineage
Now you motherfucks
Sink or swim
Leviathan
Waiting on you
Ready let’s begin
Bear trap we trap em in

Tread through
Step on us we dead you
You fled to
Our state who sent you
To spread through
Try to claim us lead flew
Now death to
Back the fuck up we don’t fear you

COUNTERPUNCH (Prod.MyBabyDead)

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