SPINITBACK!

LOVE DOES NOT EXIST HERE

HORROR MOVIE VOLUME 2

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)

Its the heathen from the dirty, death I make it purdy 
Skeleton locked in my coffin please do not disturb me
These bitches like to stare at me, I hate you fuckers daily see Im sick of sharing the air that we breath
Bring the apocalypse to fill my dream
F to the E to the A to the R to the S to the O M E
G to the O to the D to the L to the E to the double S
R.I.P
Fearsome and godless, if Im being honest, religion wont help you to rest in peace
How can it be people’s actions so bleak that Ive lost all belief in the chance that we redeem?
Bloodier than bitches tampons, Ouijaboy the motherfucking top dawg, Don, where the fuck did I go wrong? What is achievement and why do I never belong?
Depression and obsession with my problems is a bad mix
Dont give no fuck bout bad bitches, I just need my rags to riches
I just need my dead wishes, make you sleep with dead fishes 
Click clack bang, put some metal in my brain then waste away, Im lagging, savage
Need a suicide tactic, yellow tape around the area, graphic scene traumatic, tragic

Hell Isn't A Place, It's A State Of Mind (prod. Sphynx)

A serpent thats speaking in tongues, slithering
Why are you flexing fake guns? Interesting 
Black out my body no nun, invisible
Black like the resin, my lungs need medical
Criminal, cycles of torment perpetual
Moving up surgery schedules
Scalpel and forceps professional, technically technical, tec-9 new funeral, different colored xanax it’s beautiful, anything numbing is suitable, new day, same pain, im miserable
Last bar had too many syllables, rewrote to come out more cynical, save face is something Ill never do, who the fuck you think you better than? Who
Dont bump ya gums ill dump my guns, you pumping nun, whole body numb
Ill stomp your son, you meet the drum, you fucking bum, Im one of one
Ill puncture lungs from blowing tons of OG Skunk through fucking blunts
Whys there so much punk bitches underground all you do is front?
Whats shaking? Hit pavement not minding your business
Fuck all the settling differences
All that i want is my version of Icarus 
Misfortune lets torture the innocent
Cross me you get put up on a T not talking bout no shirt
Lately I’ve been locked in on some nasty human butcher work
Headed to my favorite place to bag a brain, display the hurt
Posted like its GTA with RPGs outside the church
Learn
From all the bridges you burned, dispersed in the back of a hearse
You wanna be clever get body parts severed, get put in earth with the worms
This is the sermon
Im barely seen a person, I know that it really could worsen
Live with no purpose, Im worthless, the way that this ends up just send in the nurses 
Please dont resuscitate, please dont reverse this
Swerving the hearse Ill succumb to my curses
Lurk in the night wrap my mind with a turban

From Where I'm Standing, There Is No God In Sight (prod. Curtes)

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

“WITHOUT YOU”💔 (prod.WaggleBeats)

AIN'T TRYNA FEEL A THANG

d3sign3r h03s (MadeByJay)

Majestic dreaming

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...