KNØTTZ - TWiSTED METAL [PROD. RUANG]

They want me to fail they’re getting desperate
Spouting out, this and that, thinking I’m  stressing
the only problem is you ain’t really got leverage
You ain’t nothing but a crash dummy smashing in a dead end

Don’t you know I work better under pressure?
I got registered guns, you a registered sex offender

They really getting mad, lemme piss em off some more
You fuckin dog fucker, from the Vietnam war

You really tryna tarnish my name
But I ain’t playing any part in your malevolent ways
And your meticulous games, tryna spin what I say
I guess you chose the wrong one to try to manipulate

Boy you fucking with an undefeated master chess player
I’m like Jordan with the Bulls mixed with Kobe on the Lakers
Cadaver cult, I’m the City Morgue undertaker
We knocking at your door with hollows and green lasers


Who tf you really think you talking to? 
Tryna take me down because we on to you
Cuz everything is crumbling on top of you
Stop it dude, everybody know what you tryna do

Pussy thinking that he got away with it
You ain’t flipping nobody that got brain bitches
You’re fuckin narcissistic, quit playing pussy you ain’t a victim 
The stupid shit you saying gave me an aneurism 


You ever been stabbed with a glass shard?!
Boy I’ll trap ya muhfuckin soul in glass jar

You Fuck around, and you’ll catch a collapsed lung
Hanging out with kids but you older than my dad bruh

Your fuckin brain is just a brick of cocaine
You fuckin schizophrenic prick, get the fuck out my face
You need to go and get your muhfuckin pacemaker checked
Got this shriveled pedophile mad his life is a wreck

Like why you comin at me? Please provide proof.
You was caught providing drugs to minors in the background room
And one of em had told me that you touching ‘em too
And this ain’t got nothing to do with if the rumors are true
Cuz if you didn’t fuck a dog you still molested-


Boy I’ll put my fuckin life on the line
I ain’t ever spit inside the fuckin booth with a lie
So when you choke and you die
Just know it’s eye for an eye
Right?

#CANCELTONEJUSTDIED [LYRICS IN DESC.]

Pavement

Pavement (feat. ZVKO)

DO SUM!

And now I close my eyes (Outro) (Prod. Sickly Syrus)

I got this motherfucking rag wrapped round my skull, my torso turning dull
Gorilla pack, rolling sticky, flick the bic and hit the stick
I don’t pass, we aint matching, you burn ratchet, cant imagine
Nothing lasts, give your life up, put your gun up to your neck up, man the fuck up
Let it blast hoe, split open like a trap door
The EMT gon yack looking through the bloody splats hoe
Im in last but Im the only one that lasts, watching these people repeat the past, civilizations come to pass tho
My wrist dripping on the linen, unforgiving, Missing villain, known for pissing people off, like a flame to a moth, guide the damned until their lost, lead them to an open coffin, push them in and lock, hearing knocking from the closet, white lighter in my pocket, Smoking out the cockpit, Im on a rocket, please take me home
Salem Trials adjacent torture methods, dont let me in heaven, death mask for the people talking reckless, Saw the movie reference, wicked ways my lane, insane Im wretched, tempted to dismember everything under the weather, never feel no better
Rejected, respected, Im chopping up at yo necklace
Im acting up on the set list
You on track to get yo neck slit
You headless
Can any of you pussies best this?
Fuckboys dying to test this
Why my name in your mentions?
He must be moving senseless
Restless, no mental check in
Carry weight like a dead lift, the mission of Missing's to end shit

Tongue of a serpent, spitting lies thru ya teeth
When I stomp yo head, they gon scatter on tha street
Ouija whip that Chevy, big mána in tha back
Pull up on yo block n cock that muthafuckin gat 
Blood on my skin, blood on my fuckin clothes
Lookin like a madmane, I'm a fuckin psycho
I don't fuck with ya click, y'all some busta ass hoes
Turn ya fuckin hood into ground zero 
Pagan playa sacrifice ya to tha old gods
Got a bad lil witch shakin ass on tha car
Pull up to tha function, turn that junt to a brawl
ACAB wrote in blood on tha muthafuckin walls

Str8 Up Out The Ouija Board (prod. Sphynx)

DEEP END

Missing People Cult + Sons Of Socrates
ZILLVH + KIDx
Goat + Goat

WHO IS U? (W/ KIDx) (Prod. Saint Urya)

Encore (prod. Jasco)

My demons never die x3

Look me jn the eyes you lookin deep inside
If ya tryna to cut the head off snake it only multiply that mean
 life’s a blessing any day that your alive 


but now my past got me livin life I’m trying to escape x3

Yuh you know me 
Its esjaybruh you heard of me 
from the 1st to third degree ya jnow
Im gettin away with it im exonerated but Ill keep smokin on that joe exotic call me Carole baskin but Keep my name out of ya fuckin mouth im pickin out ya casket
Lyrical assassin but I’ll drop a bag on my bitch yeah she get it she ain’t even askin 
for the gucci Louis prada or tha st Laurent yuh she gettin what she want cuz 
 she know I got it I ain’t tryna stunt but
There about to be a bounty on my head APB I’m on the run 
Momma please Forgive me for the shit I’ve done
My hands are dirty but no washin ‘way the past 
trauma is the only the thing that lasts 
it pass the test of time cuz these scars are runnin deeper than the holes that im leaving with my nine yuh that means that 
If you steppin outta line you’ll be the next to die 
That’s a threat and a promise look me in the fuckin eyes 

Cuzmy demons never die x 3
If you Cut the head up of the hydra then they multiply yuh and 
They got my livin life that I’m just trying to escape 

 Now She said I’m gettin cold I ain’t feelin shit
It got me Smokin all this indica thats how ill be dealing with it
cuz if you really know me then you know that imma child of a lesser god 
I Grew up  in the fire devil on my shoulder and he givin Me  the nod 
Fuck Im in denial of this mess I’ve caused but im stayin focused imma get my check 

Fuck these racks are gettin heavy it got me stretchin all this money on the floor 
Cuz I like to pop my tag for my
New bitch booty too fat imma never leave her 
 Shes a keeper imma need to Turn into amoeba it takin two of me to get up in that ass 
Put it down on me baby why the fuck you think im throwing all this cash?

 I run this shit  if you pullin on my block you aint make it through the night its cuz
 Im in this state of mind you gettin clapped on sight 
Paradise is lost around here cuz well take ya life 
don’t give a fuck about the cost 
some things in life are worth the price 
I promise that you’re worth the charge yuh your worth it
 Facin time 25 to life 
Cuz my demons never die x 3


They like a hydra cuz they never die if you
tryna to cut the head off then it only multiply 
This the 413 life’s a blessing any day that your alive but now it
got my livin life that I’m just trying to escape x3

Demons Never Die

Cruella (prod. by EURO$ Beats)

Hit me up on Instagram: @sicklysyrus if you want to work together! 🪡

Missing People
1/4 Zero Mortals


Coming in with a Manic sound mixed with Hard Dark Trap, Syrus delivers hard bars along with his intricate flows and schemes. Growing up with old Hip-Hop and a love for the underground rap scene, Syrus is inspired by the classics and the new style and inputs it into his music. 

Character Backstory: Syrus was born an angel who served God for millennia. One fateful day, Syrus committed the heinous crime of murder in heaven. God saw him unfit to be an angel and cast him out of heaven after ripping his wings out of his body and breaking his halo. Syrus fell to hell, beaten and broken. He was forced to serve Satan for eternity as punishment for his crimes. After a few thousand years Syrus grew tired and resentful to Satan as he tortured undeserving souls while God pampered every evil guest who entered his gates. Syrus left hell to walk earth but as he did his wounds became very real as his divinity began to fail.

As he sulked around the northern part of the world, his body emitted the most pure form of rage and anger, scorching trees and boiling water as he passed. His divine form was cracking and spilling his lifeforce out into the world, he was dying with each drop. Fortunately, before the last drop of divinity fell from his body he came across a dying man in the woods. Syrus soul bonded with the man, keeping them both from perishing. Due to the mortals weaker mind, Syrus assumed control of the body as the man sat shotgun as a voice in his head. It was a match made in heaven...

And now I close my eyes (Outro) (Prod. Sickly Syrus)

Sickly Syrus

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