LYRICS:
[CA$PR]
BITCH I REPRESENT THE SIXES
EVIL FLOWIN OUT MY BRITCHES
I CANT FUCK WITH ALL YALL BITCHES
YALL WANT CLOUT YALL WANT MY RICHES
WAY TO CLOSE CANT CATCH THIS SICKNESS
GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY BUISNESS 
YA I DONT PRACTICE FORGIVNESS
LEAVE UM BODIED OUT A WITNESS

BITCH IMA CUTTHROAT
CUTTHROAT
CUTTHROAT
THATS WHY YOU ON MY NUTS HOE
NUTS HOE
NUTS HOE
FLEX BUT YOU A NO SHOW
NO SHOW
NO SHOW
SEE YOUR BITCH IN FRONT ROW
FRONT ROW
FRONT ROW
FRONT ROW

ROLLIN THROUGH YOUR HOOD IT AINT NO THANG
I DONT WANT YOUR BITCH THAT PUSSY STANK
FLIPPIN ON YOUR BLOCK AND HIT THE BANK
PUSSYBOI YOU KNOW I MAKE IT RAIN
FUCK THAT BETTER YET I MAKE IT POUR
TURNING CLASSLESS BITCHES INTO WHORES
PUSSYBOI IM KICKIN IN THE DOOR
EYES BE CROSSIN STARTIN AT THE DOT

MUSIC VIDEO

CA$PR -  CUTTHROAT [PROD. CA$PR]

PROD. @https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_ZaGY1g42nZqcgz7YcsbCQ

TRASH AMV https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOnHheOTpyM&list=RDMMfOnHheOTpyM&start_radio=1

Lyrics:

Double barrel shotty for ya bit-bit-hotty
Ima cut her in the mardis gras, fvckin on her body
Im a slvt drawn psycho dancing corpses with bicardi
Sippin n1pple drippin whippin in the pool with your th0tties

Double barrel shotty for ya bit-bit-hotty
Ima cut her in the mardis gras, fvckin on her body
Im a slvt drawn psycho dancing corpses with bicardi
Sippin n1pple drippin whippin in the pool with your thotties

Im a bish-b1tch, im a wish-kid, snappin on the candles casting curses on your wits-wits
Making you insane, im a nessecacary puzzle piece
Showing you my brain, I'm a less-than-scary-cuddle-weeb
Huh? Buy an AK you know I'm kiddin
Ride a fvckin hayday for the other living
Gonna start the shootin on the walkin-dead
Lookin like im lying red, fvcking sheeple stupid meditated, know the senate-said
That you cant buy guns, that you cant buy drvgs, that you cant kick bums off the curb with the stun
2-mayweather mother told me pray a better peace, but my soul in on a lease
from the d3vil in his ease
I'm a motherfvcking lost-soul, I'm a canister of evil off his press-valve
Cobble stone is fvcking broken, open pandoras box
I'm a caught-cold, virus hour, slither deagle shot-mode

TRASH GANG AMV

MARDI GRAS (PROD. UNREM)

https://soundcloud.com/sxmpra

https://soundcloud.com/jakeohm

100 CORPSES (Feat. SXMPRA) Prod. Jake OHM

LYRICS:

Bitch I woke up in the morning
And I’m feeling like a god
Got a complex
Antichrist, kill of yo squad
Imma pull up in a coffin
Letting loose on yo spot
Got a question imma show you this glock
Okay okay

Feeling venom on my veins
All the good in me fading
Black eyes take my fucking sight
You obey me
Bow to yo new god
Kneel and praise me
Hate me, losing yo safety
No body making moves out here
They lie to yo face g
Greed is the game
And they going insane
Fuckin with the flow the way I do
I’m going ghost see
Sick of all the pussies in the game y’all ain’t know me
Now you owe me
Talkin out yo neck
And thinking now you need a trophy 
Nobody is gon see
Bitches wanna talk that
Never wantin combat
Crush yo fucking skull
And make you wish you had a hardhat 

Bitch I woke up in the morning
And I’m feeling like a god
Got a complex
Antichrist, kill of yo squad
Imma pull up in a coffin
Letting loose on yo spot
Got a question imma show you this glock
Okay okay

Bitch I am the antichrist
Ruler of all humankind 
Wired up the clay to see your life explode
Before your eyes
Why the fuck you act surprised
You knew I wasn’t playing
Bind your soul to be my servant
For the rest of yo life
Do not lie to my face
Leave you in a daze
Caught your mind in a maze
That is where you stay
I’m on a mission to exterminate 
The angels from the heavens
I’m the undead king
And nobody oppose me

MUSIC VIDEO!

ANTICHRIST [prod. Kilmonglue X Iakrai]

NINE CIRCLES - SLOWED

ATTITUDE w BAD SMITH

Stream it on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/6nSB981iaegPF7txh82lRa?si=2793f84bf38d4ba5

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ELE:
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Revival FT. ELE (Prod.ELE)

Lyrics:

I probably never get my roses till I’m dead and gone
But I have ‘em chantin’ all my lyrics when they play my songs
Feelin’ like a loner lately, I recluse I’m so withdrawn
Leave a message after beepin’ bitch I don’t respond

I be attackin’ from the shadows, like a Trojan Horse
Fuckin’ the game with no protection bitch I’m usin’ force
I don’t be lookin’ for no friends no baby I can’t endorse
Absent moral compass that’s just something I can’t support

I’m spittin’ blood up on my canvas betta respect my craft
I fuckin’ scream it so I mean it hopin’ these words will last
Spellin’ it out like ‘Alakazam’ a wizard without a hat
Embedded a curse up in these words to leave a big impact

Yeah
Man, myth, legend
Let’s do this

TROJAN HORSE (prod. Mikey the Magician)

Produced by Billy Pfister (ETRNL)
Mixed & Mastered by Sinizter & Samuel Morales

Lyrics:

Hook:
Eyes close, my life fades to black
Die slow, let me fade to black
Life cold, I think I’ll fade to black
My woes, make me fade to black

Fade to black
Blood is running black
Fade to black
Blood is running black
Fade to black
Don’t think I’ll make it back
Fade to black
Don’t think I’ll make it back

Verse:
I’m all alone just let me die here in this hell I’ve made
Dug my grave and wave goodbye there’s nothing left to say
Anger cascades, judgement impaired, all I see is red
Friendly enemies I see them through the infrared

They poke and prod at me
I know they’re watching me
Energy, robbing me
But it ain’t no stopping me

All I’ve got is me
I see the god in me
Why you out here mockin’ me
I was a prodigy

Now I give the coldest shoulder I don’t speak, don’t break no ice
Cross your heart and hope to die no blessing in disguise
You talk that shit you pay the price when I’m shootin’ aim precise
Stars and Stripes, a stitch in time but I ain’t never savin’ nine

Die here all alone this
Pain is all I’ve known I
Can’t let go I’m growing colder, colder
Wave goodbye

Die here all alone this
Pain is all I’ve known I
Can’t let go I’m growing colder, colder
Wave goodbye

Hook:
Eyes close, my life fades to black
Die slow, let me fade to black
Life cold, I think I’ll fade to black
My woes, make me fade to black

Fade to black
Blood is running black
Fade to black
My Blood is running black
Fade to black
Don’t think I’ll make it back
Fade to black
Don’t think I’ll make it back

FADE TO BLACK!

STREAM

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Lyrics:

Best to ever do it mothafucka what!?
Puttin’ time into that grind that’s why I’m always up
Checkin’ stats I’m makin’ plays until the sun come up
Reached my tenure left my mark so this bitch payin’ up

One year they hot, next year I check and see they 86’d
These rappers bite so much I thought that they was eatin’ dick
If everybody got some money must be turnin’ trick
Check the analytics, see yo bitch ass still ain’t shit

I’m comin’ atchu on my dark horse
I kill the game, I beat a dead horse
Apocalypse, I’m on a black horse
Ridin’ through up on my dark fuckin’ horse

I’ll play devil’s advocate just for the sake of sayin’
Fuck yo mask and fuck yo image, fuck what you portrayin’
I got a chip up on my shoulder probably chew you out
Demon dog up out the pit I’m foamin’ at the mouth

Pussy ‘boutta punch yo card
You ain’t got the drive, no heart
I ain’t got the time don’t start
If I press play, restart

I ain’t beefin’ with you pussy you ain’t got no heart

SPOTIFY

DARK HORSE! (prod. Netuh)

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Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool
Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool
43 reasons whip yo head with this toolie brah'
42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola'

6666 I'm countin' 24-hunnid
For a sorta hooptie tune it up and make it more haunted
Black pearl paint, grim reaper scribed on door honey 
Rottin' in my basement till the room is lookin more sunny

That's forever bitch, you think you'll see the weather bitch
Not a chance in this hell you can even ask that heather bitch, but
She's a corpse and I don't know what is for
Cut it up, hydrochloric acid spilled all over floor
Yeah scriptz

Etchin' in the skull
Twistin' at the face
Stomach fuckin punctured with a beautiful blade
I'm runnin' out of patience, I'm itchin' for that pain
let my victims never go, they're all lined up in the same
Limb by limb in a bucket that I dumped in the sea

I write a message on the corpse, blood letters with the aim
Scriptz was what I wrote, never forget on my name
Raking enemies for vacancies in hell that they're destined

Pierce the veil now I'm peaking through
(Whip out my 45 for the fuckin' fool)
Raise to hail all this djinni brood
(Take a 44 and shoot up heroines by the pool)
Build a wall, waking them all, we're beyond your tools
(43 reason whip you head with this toolie brah')
Pullin strings, is their ting, but I channel through
(42 suiters pack 'em dumpster or a coola')

BLACK PEARL PAINT

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FADE TO BLACK!

SINIZTER

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