SLAUGHTERHOUSE FT. YURU [PROD. SYYREN]

Sho(shaw)tty prod.antyde

CYCLØNE (feat. BL@NE & KNØTTZ) [PROD. GRADEN & PLUCKSUNSET]

KNØTTZ - THERE'S SOMETHiNG iN THE TREES [PROD. OR.1OVE]

MORBID

CURBSTOMP (Prod. Or.1ove)

I SPILT BLOOD IN YOUR VALENTINO WHITE BAG! (Prod. Or.1ove)

HATE ME! [PROD. EYELE55]

LYRICS


Real shooters only club 
We ain’t fucking with no fake shit 
Test me if you wanna show you banging 
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit 
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit 

Real shooters only club 
We ain’t fucking with no fake shit 
Test me if you wanna show you banging 
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit 
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit 


7.62 to ya .223 I bang shit 
Opened up my eyes and saw da ghosts   
Now I can’t say shit  
Said I’d never sell my fucking soul
So I can’t blame em 
Hellraiser 
the way my chains gon leave em faceless 
Locked up in the basement 
Think imma go insane 
My life I'm erasing 
I’m searching for new names 
Your existence is disgracing 
And you’re the one to blame 
Real soldiers keep on dogging 
I’m marching through tha flames 
You can’t talk like that 
So stay the fuck away from me 
Keep yo shit in check 
Or you get punched right in your teeth 
Give that shit a rest 
Or into Hell you’ll follow me 
Your life is in distress 
If you ain’t bout that 


Real shooters only club 
We ain’t fucking with no fake shit 
Test me if you wanna show you banging 
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit 
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit 

Real shooters only club 
We ain’t fucking with no fake shit 
Test me if you wanna show you banging  
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit 
7.62 bang shit 
on god I bang shit

RichTalk x zer0xthrash - REAL SHOOTERS ONLY! [prod. harzia]

Knock you down into the pit screaming with no evidence we from hell not heaven sent bring you to the dead again feel the vibrant red my friend toxic gas burn sediment one cell left ahead of him doors to doors see red again 

Loose knocking with the ar tucked im stalking with a blade lil fuck 
 im cutting up walking im always up into the dark until the sun comes up i have to show how to fuck it up

Sipping mf syrup in the mf cup shawty threw up on my dick i asked her wtf is up cutting up my arm again ik my fucking time is up should i do self harm again or burn a fucking building up 

Arm and leg ill take the feet put your ass on live leak operation clean and neet i have no feelings peeling me nitrous only healing me fight this demon killing me

NO EVIDENCE (PROD OR.1OVE)

No happy ever afters
All I sees disaster 
Smoking on some flaura 
I’m outta space like nasa 
Out the globe imma blast
Like the mf lascar
Flying like a nascar
Flow so cold Alaska
Please shut the fuck up
Don’t know why you are amped up
Bae she so stuck onto me just like a plaster
Bae give me dome
Like a fuckin head master
Dick in her face 
Hands in her finger blasters 
Leaving my place no bae
Don’t scatter
Breaking my heart like a vase
Here it shatter
I’m so in love can’t replace 
Nothing badder
I’ll lay you down 
Eat you out 
Like a platter 
Dick in your bowls 
Have you moving like jagger 
Me and you now 
Pierce your heart like a dagger 
I’m so aroused 
need you now cos you flatter
Play with her clit 
Make it drip 
Like a planter 
I’m chopping trees 
Smoking green 
Like the lantern 
I’m smoking green like the lil fucker plankton 
I got the gleam 
I shine like a medallion 
Hold everything 
Red white green 
I’m Italian 
Talk on my name 
Knock you out sly Stallone 
Stayed up late nights on my own 
Ain’t jimmy fallon 
Idgaf bout you hoes cos you scandal
You don’t turn me on you put me out
Like a candle 
Just want her to throw it make it clap 
Like a sandle 
Don’t need no one else here 
You are all I will handle

LikeASandle

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...

I SPILT BLOOD IN YOUR VALENTINO WHITE BAG! (Prod. Or.1ove)

Sickly Syrus