cover art - @pastnight
producer - @thefalseshepherd

lyrics-
aye
i don't want fame
i don't want change
want a couple songs that bang bang
made a little money
but it doesn't mean a thing
what's a few racks?
they don't mask any pain
flowing like a bullet 
from the chamber to your brain
life is a game, watch what you say
shoot from the hip
motha fucka john wayne
six shooter boys i'ma pull up like 

i am the mizukage of the blood mist
say one word got the seven swords roaming
i'm not addicted to war, i'm a omen
ten toes down any path that i've chosen
i'm not a devil, i'm misunderstood
i will not grovel, i'll die where i stood
asta and me got the devilish genes
talk mad shit, we the ones that should
i am the matador i got a bull whip
tell me what's cracking i'm cracking your forehead
pull my arm back got a punch like a warhead
bathe in the fluid, i adore all the bloodshed
blood in the water i aim for the juggala
megalodon, i won't turn up camera
apex predator you wont get ahead of us
doing pretty fine by myself no manager
aura of aizen, that malice is frightening'
you would want nothing to do with this captain, villainous
deception, i'm repping the ally that's blinded
 i'll destroy the evidence
people say i'm heaven sent, others say it's evident
i've been dwelling' deep in a realm no one messing with 
bonafide revenant but the flow elegant
come at me sideways motha fucka dealt with 

aye
i don't want fame
i don't want change
want a couple songs that bang bang
made a little money
but it doesn't mean a thing
what's a few racks?
they don't mask any pain
flowing like a bullet 
from the chamber to your brain
life is a game, watch what you say
shoot from the hip
motha fucka john wayne
six shooter boys i'ma pull up like

i got that killer intent
known to switch it up like ben 10
yeah i went ripjaw bouta go ghostfreak
have your whole crew feeling faint from the nose bleeds
you can't control me i'm losing my patience
fuck everything i've been dying to say it
i don't spread nothing but death and despair
i'm a dead man, i got nothing to fear
i'm not aggressive i'm just not to fuck with
come around here and get folded
i don't want shit no wonder
people want to try me but i get real grimy like oh no
i am not a pacifist i run in like a pack of dogs
handle you like obito, i got a couple cats involved
hide inside the catacombs, strategize your downfall
bitch you fucking lost every chance you had to back off
don't scream yo got hunger of a wendigo
i'ma eat the beats until i end up on the radio
potting hella critical pull up with a mini-gun
shooting candy corn from the barrel but it's killin' ya
call me ghost face but you're two face
harvey dent, propane body float mane
i can't maintain, my humanity i chop you up like romaine
i'ma sick thang, better refrain from your talking

aye
i don't want fame
i don't want change
want a couple songs that bang bang
made a little money
but doesn't mean a thing
what's a few racks?
they don't mask any pain
flowing like a bullet 
from the chamber to your brain
life is a game, watch what you say
shoot from the hip
motha fucka john wayne
six shooter boys i'ma pull up like

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ghostfreak (prod. emptyvenom)

La vida al son del ritmo insalubremente contagioso 

ghostfreak (prod. emptyvenom)

dylan xo