prod.rxkz // 

the way that i’m dressed it be the planet of the apes
oh my god put a logo on his face
yes it’s a world wide job bitch i swerve in every lane
bitch i’m gone hold my dogs, she suckin until i came

heavy rain
puttin j-rs on her asics
face it
you prolly hit my phone but i ain’t take it
split shift baby i’m gone come back when you naked
call my dawg he tell me we gettin wasted 
she love me cause i’m famous
and don’t know what my name is
i love her cause she always getting freaky and she tape it
way she handle my cock i thank god then i say amen
don’t speak i don’t talk, i say put that shit on amex

i don’t get on no songs, when i speak it’s like i’m stainless
i ain’t wearing no bronze ain’t no cz on my bracelet
once i’m hit it i’m gone you wont find me david blaine it
really ima mind freak starboy christopher angel
i can make her cum i put my fuckin dick in any angle
ion need to choke bitches my aura already strangle em
juice wrld said it first cowboy, way i aim at em,
dangerous
40 with a 4 we gone’ hang em up
angel dust
roll a backwood before we bang it up

logic pro baby we don’t fuck around with ableton
and im not scared of no demons, i come from where satan from
this a blunt
i don’t share my shit, no not with anyone

grab a shot gun, turn a robber to nirvana jaw
i’m a dog, fuck a god, bitch yeah i’ll eat anyone
like holyfield baby, repo mane shoot out out the fitted top
e30 drive by we spend our cash on fitted tops
bathing ape shorty dripping camo in the parking lot

amex

Nothing in this bitch gon matter, my skull shattered, pieces in the floor
Watching my brain go splatter, watch it scatter, watch the colors blow
Between life and death, the ladder, I would rather call this hell my home
Im alone, but atleast I got my weed, oh no, Im gone, Ouija dead to the bone

Nothing in this world gon last
I want us all to die dont mean to be rash 
Ima hit a hundred and fly through the dash
Hanging with the undead, people of the past
Put it to his dome when the windows get bashed
Counting up my vices I aint counting up no cash
Nah, I only want the grass
I only wanna watch the world collapse, crash

Sending out shots like its Black Ops, neck up, brain on the blacktop, made his head blast off
Pain in my chest like a black heart, headshot with the Smith & Wesson no restart
Bitches in my ear saying, “music aint hard” and they really quick to tell me, “You wont get too far”
You dont know the Ouija, you dont know no hardship
Rotting to the core til I come out heartless

Bitch i give up i cant get up, got no reason to keep my head up
Ima loser, I stay fucked up, drug abuser
Dont get too close, I might use her
I feel like a robot, like computer
Lying to myself cuz the truth hurts
Lemme go to sleep in the dirt, in the earth
Whats worse? 
Being alive but I feel nothing
Being alive when the telephone rang
Another of my brothers that shouldve had a shrink
Reaching out for answers, leave a message at the beep
Why does it gotta be me? I shouldve died in 2015
My whole life is filtered through bleak, I never knew peace

Show Me Thorns, Ill Show You Hands Willing To Bleed (prod. Curtes)

666DEViLSH!TiLLUMiNATi (FEAT. GAUZ3Y)

PLASMA

Withering down only gathering glimpses of peace in the rare moments of silence. Dirty must understand why he is the way he is, nonetheless it is hopeless.


FUCK THE SYSTEM

CRACKBABY Feat. Grief x issKreeP (Prod. Michael Link)

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

My style sick I split and rip jaws
Yo style mid you spit and I’m bored
Its on sight, I bite and leave scars
If you fright I might just take more
Like my dick this track you spit and sit on
This is not something you want to sleep on
I seek to reap your soul no recon
Going nuts in guts of sluts, no pecan
Peanut butter color glock, you keep the jam
If you really wanna kill a cop, please take the stand
Please take a gun and aim it the man, blam
Heads buried in the sand
Keeper of the cult lets kill the clan
Handle in the hand, connected to a rusty blade
Instill the plan that they won’t understand like my words was in a different font, no comic sans
No common sense from the masses of man
Im on the fence on if Im human
Most you fuckboys play pretend
I don’t want clout i want the world to end
When you say you like me you bite in spite despite ya life being in danger, do us all a favor, hang ya self bitch and dis-appoint you’re maker
Youre all the same, failed abortions need coat hanger
No fornication, im raping a patient, in their minds
No hesitation, eradicating what’s known as swine
A hopeless nation thats playing patience for any sign
For anything changing, leave us hanging out to dry
MPC no NPC’s you gon see me, fuck this beat no STDs, I shoot all 3’s, can’t replace me, in hell I’ll be, must tarnish thee, cant RIP
Its the scream rap MC off beat again
Sneaking weapons in Heaven I’m wrecking the den
Its the Missing, the children on the milk cartons, amen
Mistletoe kiss missile hoe, the Ouijaboy gon handle sin
Upping, the gun and, press buttons, im hunting, to bludgeon, i love it, im always up to something
Fuck it, I might kick the bucket bitch, you muppets like puppets, off of the summit I plummet, I hear the sounds of the trumpets, new exodus you cant stomach and now yo chest leaks like faucet, i got you crawling, you bawling, you finished


Blood Thinner Than Water (prod. CXLTURE)

This song is about recognizing and battling old habits to create a better, lighter journey. It’s a solid anthem for anyone focused on self-improvement and becoming their best self. With melodic sing/rap vocals, heavy bass, and electric guitar, it’s the perfect boost for gym playlists and those on a journey to level up

LIGHTER PATH (Prod. W!LDL!FE)

sun tattoo 2007

LYRICS:

Tryna get rich then pick my issues back up I’m not tryna quit
Didn’t my best shit sound like I got fucked up shit I prolly did
What’s up with you? Ima keep running my mouth then buy myself a crib
Bitch I been knew, I’m supposed to be fucked up I’m my mommas kid
Try and tell me what the fuck I’m really supposed to talk about then we could die about it
Shit that’s written in my DNA could tell me why I never got to write about it
Why the fuck I couldn’t cry about it,
Why the fuck it’s all blood sweat and my liver taking all the hits ‘bout it

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

You don’t know who the fuck I am,
And don’t try and tell me what the fuck I’m really talking ‘bout,
And don’t try and act like you know better bitch,
I could finish shit, get shit wrapped up and I flip the script
Get them pages ripped, get them memories stripped I’m uh,
Not making them same mistakes again get what the fuck I want
Done feeling like shit ‘bout something I said I’m on my fucking job
You don’t gotta like shit ‘bout me it’s a lot of you people like I give a fuck
Motherfucker it’s up
Yeah

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

NOTHING [PROD. SKOTSKR]

jjk (prod. februxry)

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...