That's pretty nice but Godslayer was better

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade666apollo/

Prod. @rooseveltnoise
Mixed & Mastered by @xstitchmusic
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/dieserfreigeist/

Lyrics:
Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

ROOSEVELT on the fuckin' beat
No rest for the wicked so we never sleep
Quick to make 'em RIP
When I rise from my tomb they drop 6 feet
You phonk mothafuckas love copying
Not me I control-alt-delete
Dead you quick if you start with me
Only time I flee when I'm off the scene
Fun World mask with the scythe on me
Hack and slash 'fore I watch you bleed
Do the dash 'soon as your soul leaves
These rappers actin' hella green
In my DM's talkin' tough to me
Till I pull up where they fuckin' be
Then it's like I made 'em bump Carti
Put a whole lotta red on their phone screen

Pull up like I'm Ghostface I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin' door no this ain't no Halloween
Ring ring ring I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped let it rip and then it leave you all deceased

Pull up like I'm Ghostface I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin' door no this ain't no Halloween
Ring ring ring I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped let it rip and then it leave you all deceased

Wraith out the grave
Better brace for dismay
Leave ya cold as the case when I leave no trace
Met your fate to the blade
Life drain from ya face
Then I'm phasin' away till my dyin' days
I'm makin' a killin' it's fillin' the void
Instillin' the fear into you and ya boys
Your life erased me hoy minoy
The feelin's fulfillin' so maybe avoid
Beef with me 'cause this IRL no DBD
Once it's gg
There is no respawn
Step to me then he gone
Iridescent he bronze
Turn your surname Doe and now your first name it be John

Pull up like I'm Ghostface I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin' door no this ain't no Halloween
Ring ring ring I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped let it rip and then it leave you all deceased

Pull up like I'm Ghostface I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin' door no this ain't no Halloween
Ring ring ring I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped let it rip and then it leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Ghostface how I make 'em scream
At your door not Halloween
Ring ring ring no trick-or-treat
I'm here to leave you all deceased

Pull up like I'm Ghostface I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin' door no this ain't no Halloween
Ring ring ring I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped let it rip and then it leave you all deceased

Pull up like I'm Ghostface I got the mask on me
At ya fuckin' door no this ain't no Halloween
Ring ring ring I ain't here to trick-or-treat
Blade equipped let it rip and then it leave you all deceased

XIII

Father Death 2: Phonky Town Horror

Spotify | Apple Music

Father Death 2: Phonky Town Horror (Prod. ROOSEVELT)

produced by Netuh

Lyrics:
Hook:
Keep 'em sleepin’ on me got the beam up on the glock
Bitch I’m at yo door you ‘bout to hear the devil’s knock
Vecna in real life I know you hear that tickin’ tock
Always been A1 no bitch I ain’t no flippin’ floppa

I don’t keep friends cause these mothafuckas Judas
Like a lone wolf how a mothafucka do this
Lethal when I’m pickin’ up the up pen up I’m finessing like a set up and my choppa leave him wet up

Ima be the one they wanna be like yuh
See me Skywalkin’ on the dark side yuh
Man the myth the legend from the south side yuh
I be throwin’ shots up at the bar fight yuh

Verse:
Bitch I got my list I checkin’ names off of my paper
I’m Vader from the Sith they bout to feel bites from my saber
Eyes roll back inside my head I am the Undertaker
Drag ‘em down to hell and tell’em bitch I’ll see you later

Salt up on they wounds just like I’m Art the Clown
Devil down in Georgia bitch I’m in town
Man the myth the legend ima take dat crown
Suppressor on the barrel they don’t hear no sound

Bitch l’m blowin’ money but I make that back
Driven more than most so Ima make that bag
And if I’m throwin’ shots no I don’t take that back
Get up out yo feelings and go make that bag

Hands around your throat but that’s nothin’ new
Put you in that noose it look good on you
Come in with machete’s and I’m leavin’ with some bodies ima wash away blood bitch I don’t leave a clue

Comin’ up I never had a lot, no
Knew I had to make the money, pronto
Never did I wanna be John Doe
Another face up in the crowd but I am not no

What, what, bitch I don’t wanna know ya
What, what, I do this on my own ya
What, what, bitch I don’t wanna know ya
What, what, I do this on my own ya

Hook:
Keep 'em sleepin’ on me got the beam up on the glock
Bitch I’m at yo door you ‘bout to hear the devil’s knock
Vecna in real life I know you hear that tickin’ tock
Always been A1 no bitch I ain’t no flippin’ floppa

I don’t keep friends cause these mothafuckas Judas
Like a lone wolf how a mothafucka do this
Lethal when I’m pickin’ up the up pen up I’m finessing like a set up and my choppa leave him wet up

Ima be the one they wanna be like yuh
See me Skywalkin’ on the dark side yuh
Man the myth the legend from the south side yuh
I be throwin’ shots up at the bar fight yuh

MAN, MYTH, LEGEND

SPOTIFY

MAN, MYTH, LEGEND (prod. Netuh)

Shoutout @kilkrook for collabing with me on this GNARLY ass song.

Lyrics:

AYE AYE AYE AYE
BITCH LETS GO
GRIP THE NINE AND PUT IT TO YO DOME
PUSSIES WANNA SCRAP
I CRACK EM WITH THAT CHROME
AINT FUCKING WITH YOU HOES
NEVER FUCKIN WITH A REAL ONE
COCKING BACK THE STEEL BRUH
RED DOT AT YA DOME
DONT SAY A WORD CAUSE I SAY
BITCH LETS GO
GRIP THE NINE AND PUT IT TO YO DOME
PUSSIES WANNA SCRAP
I CRACK EM WITH THAT CHROME
AINT FUCKING WITH YOU HOES
NEVER FUCKIN WITH A REAL ONE
COCKING BACK THE STEEL BRUH
RED DOT AT YA DOME
DONT SAY A WORD CAUSE I SAY

AYE YUH
SLIT YO WRIST IF YOU FUCK WITH ME
DONT KNOW WHY I KEEP SUFFERING
GOTTA PLAN 
TO RELEASE THE ANCIENT ONES
STARTING WHEN IM KING
FIRE BLAZING HOT AS HELL
I’M MELTING FLESH AND BONE MARROW 
REVOKE YO RIGHT TO LIVE
IM BRINGING DOWN VIOLENCE 

MANE BOUTTA RAIN DOWN PAIN
NEVER GONNA GET AWAY
FROM THE END I BRING
CUTTING OUT YO FUCKIN BRAIN
WITH A RED HOT BLADE
OKAY SAY MY NAME 
IM BOUTTA LEAVE YOU SUFFERING 

FUCK AYE LAY IN MY GRAVE
I WILL NOT REST UNTIL ALL OF YOU SLAIN

KNIFE TO MY FUCKING THROAT 
NOW GET REAL
CUT DEEP AND LET ME FLOAT
IM RIGHT HERE
DAMN NOW IM PASSING OUT
I CANT FEEL
LIGHT GROWING LARGER
FUCK I MIGHT KEEL

HAIL FROM THE KULT
HAIL FROM THE HOUSE
VILE WHAT IM BOUT
FUCK OFF WITH YO CLOUT
YALL ARE IN MY SHROUD
GET A FUCKIN LIFE HOE
BETTER BOW DOWN 
WHEN YOU APPROACH YO KING
CRACK YO FUCKIN SKULL
NO ONE HEAR YOU SCREAM

LEAKIN BLOODY RED
LEAKIN OUT YO FUCKING HEAD BITCH
KIL KROOK WITH THE FLAME
MAKE YOU FUCKERS FADE BITCH
MARKED FOR DEATH
IM HANGING YOU UP WITH RUSTY CHAINS
SAY YO PRAYERS
CAUSE AINT NO ONE SAFE

SHIT ALL OF YOU LAME
THROW YOU IN A COFFIN 
SHUT THE LID LIKE AYE
NEVER LOOKING BACK AGAIN
IM OKAY
NEVER GAVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU MANE
SAY
WHAT YOU WANT ABOUT ME
IM MAKING MOVES WITHOUT YO HATING
SLICKER THAN A SNAKE
I BREAK YO FACE
WITH A CONCRETE VASE

PULL UP ON A MOTHERFUCKER
SWINGING WITH THE BLADE
I LEAVE EM CHOKING ON THEIR VOMIT
WHEN I KICK EM IN THE STOMACH
PUTTING BITCHES IN THEIR PLACE
IM GONNA END THE HUMAN RACE
DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU BITCHES
I AM SICK OF THE GAMES

AYE MANE
FUCK ALL OF YOU MANE
MAYDAY CRASHING THE PLANE

KIL KROOK X UNDEAD RONIN - LEAVE YOU SUFFERING

OY VEY (ft. Sinizter) [Prod. Jon Cass]

Мясник

Lyrics:

Echoes!
I’m slowly dying here, let go
I got no time to repent, no
Feel like a witch up on the gallows
Now all I’m left with is the…

Echoes!
I’m slowly dying here, let go
I got no time to repent, no
Now all I’m left with is the echoes (echoes)

Gotta be more to life than this I’m barely holdin’ on
Coulda been dead out in the desert but I’m still rollin’ on
Memories fade to black I’m repressin’ gotta keep movin’ on
Gotta keep my composure up, still be the one showin’ off

Climbed up to the top and threw my mind up out the window
I should just be satisfied but still I’m feelin’ so low
Check my pulse I’m barely breathing, probably dying solo
Had to look inside myself and see I’m not the hero

Corroded heart and calloused mind is all I’ve got in me
And all this darkness in my life will be the death of me
All the crimes I’ve been committed, know it’s first degree
But ima keep the shit a secret, throw the lock and key 

Echoes!
I’m slowly dying here, let go
I got no time to repent, no
Feel like a witch up on the gallows
Now all I’m left with is the…

Echoes!
I’m slowly dying here, let go
I got no time to repent, no
Now all I’m left with is the echoes (echoes)

ECHOES (prod. FLEXATELLI & RIFF GRIMEZ)

Lyrics:

Get the fuck up, shawty movin’ know that she a dancer
Fuck my haters, fuck my opps, I hope they die from cancer
Instead of lyin’ on my name you need to get your bands up
I’m comin’ up out the crypt like I was the mothafuckin’ phantom

Goin’ ghost, goin’ ghost, I’m on different timing
I see you beggin’ for attention, why I’m not replyin’
I hit it once and never call back, now she fuckin’ cryin’
If I’m the Apex in the jungle then you not survivin’

I’m Criss Angel with the tricks I make him disappear
6 years in, 300 songs I’m on a different tier
Rappers still up on they couch I know they live in fear
Built my name with all these shows that’s why I’m well revered

Ash Williams with the boomstick paint him up da Vinci
Always sayin’ that you tough but that do not convince me
I bust a Clinton with these hoes, Monica Lewinsky
I admit that I’m sinner, hopin’ God forgive me

Gucci when I’m walkin’ can’t rock no Balenciaga
Nah, for real fuck them boys if I’m really honest
Flippin’ features for them bands bitch I really profit
Copped advances need a duffle for this big deposit

Get the fuck up, shawty movin’ know that she a dancer
Fuck my haters, fuck my opps, I hope they die from cancer
Instead of lyin’ on my name you need to get your bands up
I’m comin’ up out the crypt like I was the mothafuckin’ phantom

Goin’ ghost, goin’ ghost, I’m on different timing
I see you beggin’ for attention, why I’m not replyin’
I hit it once and never call back, now she fuckin’ cryin’
If I’m the Apex in the jungle no you not survivin’

GOIN' GHOST! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade_apollo/ x https://www.instagram.com/sinizter_/

W/ @sinizterofficial
Prod. @rooseveltnoise
Mixed & Mastered by https://www.instagram.com/samuelthedestroyer/
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/dieserfreigeist/

Lyrics:
Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

All of my Franklins Patrick Bateman fresh after a kill
Hit the dark web for my payment once the contract’s been fulfilled
Yeah the system did me dirty
Had to find a way to make some mills
Cold case never met with a jury
Cool calculatin’ I’m way too skilled
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

I’m G.I. Joe up in this rap game keep that Wesson on me
Toe to toe with the Taliban I had that thirty on me
Half these pussies think they hard when they talk about me
Tote your guns up on the ‘Gram but we know you ain’t about it
Couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
Fakin’ on the net just for views
Lie about your mental issues
Cappin’ out the jaw it’s fake news
Paid to kill at one point that’s ‘real’ blood money
No remorse inside my heart what the fuck you want from me

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood Money

Blood Money w/ Sinizter (Prod. ROOSEVELT)

Lyrics:

Hook:
I seen him go from bro to bitch I know he switchin’ up
I go from nice guy to the Devil had to switch it up
Grip up on the waste lil bitch I’m always fired up
Fully automatic flow I always light ‘em up

Ain’t no stoppin’ need a M, I’m tryna touch a mill
You want that smoke I keep it blunt don’t care how ‘bout you feel
I air him out and leave him cold lil bitch I got no chill
Smoke and mirrors I know you fakin’ do this shit for thrills

Verse:
I play with fire when I’m cookin’, this is Hell’s Kitchen
This scene is full of fuckin’ shit, they need a dietician
Trust my gut, I’m dodgin’ clowns, I use my intuition
Ain’t no friends, too much division so I don’t do additions

I got RIP rounds in my XD ain’t no fuckin’ laughin’
The way that shawty throw it back she got that booty clappin’
I got my drip straight out the mud lil bish I’m always splashin’
Hustle hard to get my money that’s why I’m always stackin’ 

So get the fuck up off my dick before I make a mess
Got them NATO 5.56’s goin’ through his chest
I’m always gettin’ what I want to usin’ straight finesse
And I don’t look to no one else when I need success

Hook:
I seen him go from bro to bitch I know he switchin’ up
I go from nice guy to the Devil had to switch it up
Grip up on the waste lil bitch I’m always fired up
Fully automatic flow I always light ‘em up

Ain’t no stoppin’ need a M, I’m tryna touch a mill
You want that smoke I keep it blunt don’t care how ‘bout you feel
I air him out and leave him cold lil bitch I got no chill
Smoke and mirrors I know you fakin’ do this shit for thrills

DEATHMATCH 2

SWITCH UP! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Lyrics:

Hook:
I came to kill and leave cadavers in my fuckin’ wake
If you despise the man inside me get the fuck away
Don’t make me come down off my throne, that’ll be your final day
Truly misanthropic hatred it ain’t no cliché

Look inside, beyond the veil, bitch I know you can
God-design, I’m Ubermensch, I am the Overman
And I’ll determine my own fate the way that no one can
Elevated consciousness above all other men

Verse:
I’m resurrected, Eric Draven, with a blackened heart
I’m hack n’ slashin’ with Katanas, don’t get ripped apart
All the things I hate about you, bitch I pick apart
I’m not the same, I think I’ve changed, after a broken heart

Weapons drawn, we fade to black I’m ‘bout to ride the lightning
2012 I’m in Chamkani, all I know is fighting
Couple loose screws in my mental I’m still redefining
I took some time away from y’all needed some realigning

I’m killing myself
Rewriting myself
I’m killing myself
Rewriting myself

I’m killing myself
Rewriting myself
I’m killing myself
Rewriting myself

Hook:
I came to kill and leave cadavers in my fuckin’ wake
If you despise the man inside me get the fuck away
Don’t make me come down off my throne, that’ll be your final day
Truly misanthropic hatred it ain’t no cliché

Look inside, beyond the veil, bitch I know you can
God-design, I’m Ubermensch, I am the Overman
And I’ll determine my own fate the way that no one can
Elevated consciousness above all other men

DEATHMATCH 2 (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rU0ErOkEnkY

NOW ON Lyrical Lemonade Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/user/32rtvwejajcym22w5t8lbwapu/playlist/2VW7zwJv83l40msv47bnHt?si=JP70f3gYSrKtgM8Af_TT5Q

Produced by Flexatelli on behalf of FlexCamp.
Mixed & Mastered by Nikolaj Frame

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I heard you counterfeit
You ain't 'bout the shit
You just stealing styles
You ain't down to rip
 The whole stage down end up face down
 Tryna front on me you’ll have a breakdown
Like a greyhound I'm always on the  move
Always breaking rules
Might eat yo plate of food
Rappers hella fake 
 They wearing fake jewels 
 In the videos 
Flashing fake tools
Oh you Instagram famous you the man now
Probably in yo momma's basement popping xans now
When the shit pop off then it's Man Down  
Thought you was a tough guy-you was just playing around
Copy what you watching on the phone right
Try that on me it'll be a long night
 I'm calling fake shit out yeah it's on sight
 If you rapping after me bitch get your own mic

Verse 2:
Ain’t no stopping me
Ain't no stopping me
 Yeah Bitch this what it’s gotta be
Fake rappers get the fuck up off my property
Yeah this shit is going down like monopoly
All I see is the hypocrisy
The way I’m talkin’ you would think I had Ciroc in me
But I'm focused like an eagle just keep watching me
When it's time to eat Ima eat ain't no blocking me
Got a part in me 
Ima part the sea
 Like a part of me 
From the Odyssey
  None of these rappers hard as me 
All of ya wanna target me 
All of y’all logic backwards 
And All of y’all backwards logically 
My dead homies proud of me How many in the crowd agree?
  Let’s put an end to the bullshit
 I’m on some Ghost in the muthafuckin’ Shell shit 
I’m goin’ viral like the Blair Witch 
When I show up hold up don’t get scared bitch

Deathmatch - Single

Deathmatch

Deathmatch (prod. FLEXATELLI)

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ECHOES (prod. FLEXATELLI & RIFF GRIMEZ)

SINIZTER

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