Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Big Sin I been a savage straight up out the womb
.30 cal, I Spitfire and rappers blowin’ fumes
I’m Tutankhamun out the tomb you boutta meet ya doom
Kick in doors, super soldier clearin’ out the room

Self righteous hatred coursin’ through my fuckin’ veins
We can’t collaborate, you trash and I discriminate
I’m Hannibal Lecter, cannibalize, that’s my philosophy
Ain’t takin’ votes, it’s no debate, ain’t no democracy

Been there done that peep the catalog
You do the fact checkin’ ain’t a thing I haven’t done
Your favorite rapper need a verse lil bitch I wrote him one
I’m second to none, bitch I’m the one, ain’t doin’ this shit for fun

Type-A, pure rage, I put that on display
Only way to keep me calm so stay the fuck away
Muthafucka you a busta, fuck you what you portray
12 gauge to ya brain bitch I’m inhumane

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

Verse 2:
Blood on my axe, I’m ready for action makin’ his brain go splat and—
Bitch I’m assassin, slappin’ the mag in, lyrical killin’ with passion
Split him like fraction, watch his reaction, think I might cause a distraction
Sociopathic, type it in captions, bitch I ain’t showin’ compassion

Ten thousand hours, bar for bar I do it in my sleep
Refined technique, I play for keeps I got that shit they need
I’m takin’ risks, what you wager, bitch I make that leap
Throwin’ punches in the air when Sinny on they screen

Your records floppin’, lookin’ sad and bitch I’m kickin’ ass
I pop more Nazi’s than the Russians back in Stalingrad
Weaponize the pen & pad lil bitch I’ll show you passion
Ain’t no actin’, bitch I’m flashin’, diamonds shinin’ past ‘em

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

New mix and cover art!

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I CAN HEAR IT IN THE WALLS

SYMBOLS ALL JUST START TO FALL

IM ALONE AND I DONT WANT

just A TASK WHERE I BECOME

Im a left-doll , never even

right has my nina steamin

I can cut em off like I'm feeling bubbles in  simmered leisons

I stretch and let em on - the hook is where I never leave  in

evil demon? nah man I'm more than that im a fuckin streamin treason

Yeah - I'm addicted to showing off these fucking temporal guts

I do surgery but I cut with  a threaded sword you never saw

golden silence in my mother fuckin vision in it shaw

It starts to dawn on you that I am never off Im never wrong

Im not like congress

Im a kong man

Fuckin conman...

Do you haul this?

What I mean is can you carry more than a personality tight??

Identity is nothing if you cant do something right 

With your life, with that knife - it doesn't cut itself, so FIGHT

THIS IS LIKE - YOUR CALL TO LIGHT - SO IM TELLING YOU

THIS RIGHT, YEAH this motherfuckin right, you know you have it but you wite

But you need to fuckin write -  ease into the pitch moonlight 

If im mistaken and you're bound to world the call me fuckin plight - but I know you know that I know more than you and you kno that I am right 

so listen to my dance, proof is right before your sight 

I'm the kind you want to be so learn from the     steps I leave inside

PARASCOPE (PROD. FANCYJ)

Lyrics:

Aye aye aye
Hit em in the soul
Rippin they guts out 
Let em scream
Let em cry fuck you
You gonna die now hoe
Let’s go 
Boutta be time for the nighttime butcher 
To feast on yo soul
Wanna ride?
Bring a sword and a Colt
Pick em off one by one
Die by the sword when you step up 
Know it’s the last hoe
Taking they last breath
When I stomp on they skull oh no 
Let’s do this bitch
Another soul
In my collection here to stay 
And collect dust
All you fuckas wanna try my patience
Get the fuck out my home
I don’t want war 
But you hoes leaving little room to move
In this sea of these talentless foe
Man I don’t know what I should do
Better start picking em off now
Fore I lose my shit on you 
Oh

Crack em in the face wit a cane tho
.45 mane it’s ready for the fade hoe
10 toes down 
I ain’t movin from my place bro
If you pick a damn fight
Hope you ready for a grave
Oh
Breaking em down
Like I’m stackin em up
Little bitch we ain’t moving the same
No
Rip out yo heart got that plate on my face
Red eye stay glowing like my name Kano 
Ha bitch you can’t do better than me
A lone wolf made a name
Undead Ronin a king
I pull the sword out of the stone
And start beheading motherfuckers
If you steppin on my turf
I show you bustas why they call me Butcher
‘Capitate makin it rain
Blood
Dropping yo body and cover it up
We ain’t same 
Blood 
I am that mane
You see in the flames
Demons surrounding my body and name
Oh

Bitch you want more?
Pray to yo god I don’t gore
Mask on my face
Ram the horns in yo guts
In yo core
Crawl on the floor
Wit the tears on yo face
Now you begging me begging no more
Fuck you
Lil bitch I don’t take the word of a cunt 
Like you 
Fuck
Sick of all the mind games
Mind flayed
I might be The Absolute
Cause I got a zombie army to swallow you
Carnifex
Swinging the axe on yo neck
Put in checkmate
Sweeping the leg
When I’m seeing red meat
Ready to cut you up
Maiming yo body 
This first degree murder is fucked 
Aye yo mane
Heard a little rumor 
That you wanted some fame
You better cough up cash
Or get ready to suck dick
And snake shit
Everybody claiming the top
Are a bunch of stuck pigs
Fuck shit spewing out they mouth 
When they speak shit
Sounding like they are a bag of shit before they talk 
Mayday heard yo numbers dropping off
Well that’s a shame bro
Maybe quit the features 
And make music yourself for a change
Coming for they neck
Wit a rusty chef knife aye
I don’t wanna hear
What the fuck you have to say
Bitch
Smack em to the ground
Wit 40 pounds of sandstone 
Cheekbones poking out of they face
They need a headstone 
Bro’s leaking like a faucet
Like a zit his head I pop it 
Stop and take his fuckin wallet 
For the Profit 
Bitch it’s murder for hire 
Just send me greenback
Rolling in the blood and guts
And hella money stacks
Go up on the onion
Flip a script and then send me the cheddar 
Pick a little bitch for the red dot hoe
Imma take his soul

Your Soul Is Mine! [prod. Undead Ronin]

Lyrics:

Bloodshed fallin like rain
Got a blade on my side
More pain more death 
More stains on the glass I’m faded
Sick of life
Man I’d rather be fading
Spirit long gone 
I’m done
Yall painted
Marked by the first of the dead
Undead samurai aye mane 
That’s Ronin
Blood on my sword
Make way for the king
I’m lord
If you ain’t gonna bow 
Turn putrid 
Down inside my basement hoe
Got a pile of these bodies
And they rotting
Festering inside 
Got the maggots devour the flesh from their eyes
Fuck all you
Get em wit the .45
Fall to the ground 
Pop a mag just to make sure
Stab em twice 
Dump they ass in the River Styx
Never gon find yo way into the afterlife
Sunken and lost for eternity 

Walk up wit a crowbar
Bash in yo brain till there’s stains on my face
Mane
Corpses in my closet
Turn to skeletons and I don’t give a fuck
If yall gon find em
We got firearms and dark charms
Magickally raising up the dead
Army of these fuckas feasting flesh
They never stop
When the dead grow cold
Lead em to the shore
Deaths door stands awaiting
See the light shine Nevermore 
Aye mane
Fuck I’m gonna do wit a bitch boy
Chain em to the wall
Rip they jaw off quick
Let em struggle to breathe as they drown in their blood 
As they try to speak 
Spilling out a fuck boy guts
On the concrete
Lined in chalk
A body bag here on standby
DOA and bloated
Bursting open let the locust swarm free

DOOMED [prod. Undead Ronin]

FERRYMAN PROD. 1HAN

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

HEATHEN (prod. ARAGOTH)

Lyrics:


Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn
I just can’t seem to paint the picture right
Got maggots in the fetid flesh
And putrescine producing
5-0 show up and throw up
Can’t even open up the door
Got roaches crawling in and out of corpses
On the kitchen floor

Woah
I can’t believe these bustas think they hard
These shorts that they be makin
Make me cringe
Guess I ain’t smoked enough
Yall fried inside and out
Can’t get a fan without a fucking trend
I’ll bend the rules to suit my needs
And disregard the snakes I meet
I’d rather stay a nobody 
Than sell out those who close to me 
Some witches in the woods wit little birdies on they shoulder
Caught em whispering their falsehoods
And then throwing out the trash they turned
Promises unkept 
And money taken with no goods in hand
The snakes were snaked by snakes 
And taught the venom ain’t so sweet returned
Tables turned on every worm
So every cup was tainted word
Daggers in the back of those who trusted
Now they ass is served
A fated road to hell is what’s in store
For them 
You shoulda learned 
Fuck
I can’t get it out my head
The image of yo body mangled up 
Engulfed in black and red
It’s so intoxicating
Visions of my blood coagulating 
As the venom turns inside my burns
My mind begins to fade mane
Split ya damn skull
And leave you rotting on the concrete
Fuck around
Bitch gon learn why I’m god then
Spirits in my body
Siphon blood like Vlad 
Sad to see these fuckas lining up to die
But no complaints from me
The more I bury feed the demons that Reside within 
I’m talkin death in my veins
Turned my eyes jet black
Horns pierce out the flesh upon my skull
And penetrate the worthless soul
Crowned Dead God 
When the heretics are burned and ate
Pieces of their bodies sewn to mine
To show the rest they fate

Aye bitch I’m back in the Stu 
People hittin me up
Ain’t got no energy for people
Paper steady runnin up
One up the comp when I hop on the mic
A rite of passage
Stained on white 
Revoke the right to fight or flight
I’m takin people out tonight
It’s Ronin
You gon remember the name
When I come out the gates of hades
You best believe I’m takin aim
I nock an arrow on the sinew
Let it fly between a busta eyes
No holdin back mofucker
I want bodies on the floor like
Damn

Rite of Passage [prod. KaalaH]

"Data on Previous Engagement" (Sniper Term):
Lyrics:

Hook:
I bust that choppa from the hip and I ain’t keepin’ score
Dome splitta with scope ‘cause I got D.O.P.E before
I’m crashin’ out cause fuck you all lil bitch I start a war
Delete that boy up off the planet then I take his whore

If you wanna fuck with me bitch I charge a fee
All these other rappers cooked so I’m the nominee
Fuck him and them and her if you disagree
No debates, this ain’t “Surrounded” ain’t no Jubilee

Verse:
Got that AK in my hand like the Taliban
And I keep these hoes twerkin’ like I’m in demand
One hand on the grip, her booty in the other hand
Highest in command I give these rappers reprimands

These mothafuckas can’t finesse this shit the way I do
I take that mothafuckin’ hatchet split you right in two
I’m probably all up on that pedestal you look up to
‘Cause I just stay up in my lane, I paid my fuckin’ dues

I run and gun and kill the game like issa free for all
Every time I’m up is when these pussies wanna call
I’m fuckin’ cutthroat cut ‘em off like, “fuck it bitch we ball”
Sniper scope up on his head I like to watch ‘em fall

Hook:
I bust that choppa from the hip and I ain’t keepin’ score
Dome splitta with scope ‘cause I got D.O.P.E before
I’m crashin’ out cause fuck you all lil bitch I start a war
Delete that boy up off the planet then I take his whore

If you wanna fuck with me bitch I charge a fee
All these other rappers cooked so I’m the nominee
Fuck him and them and her if you disagree
No debates, this ain’t “Surrounded” ain’t no Jubilee

D.O.P.E! (prod. FLEXATELLI)

more music soon... yeah scwipz!
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They call me scriptz but im waiting on this shit

dreams are bending in the light, shadows lurking like a gift

picking up on these daphodils, im  petal rippin bitch

metal cocked back for the fuckboy creepin on my hymnss

Yeah Im him, godly body with the sawed off shotty got the red dotty land this fuckin hotty, im like kami cept now im above this, Im in the writing

Im the language on the wall, im the terminal im the fall - culduhsaq is where I land  and then I lunge out, never starts

I cant see this and im seething, married death but I need a prenup   - lose my breath I wanted evil, got a quest and now Im heaving 

its too much and im uneven, losing balance from this dreamin - going far but I cant see it - vision dying cuz im leaking...............

--blood is on the ground - laking round

knights around the table red surrounded what I founded

started a grass-roots movement got some students

wasn't much but my depth is proven

flows for days and my wisdom ruthless

art of war this planet suits it....

MOTHER TONGUE (PROD. NEKK)

Expect some new songs before 2026 on all plats, this might be my last soundcloud only drop for the year. I want to be a little more organized. I'm still making tons of music behind the scenes.

Much love!

I tap yo back
I think we have a problem
Think im mad about the shit you said about my fuckin darling
Knuckle duster for this buster thinks he's re-assuring honor
but his chivalry^ just some rotten simp in shining armor
I'm his karma - so I,
gut this bitch boy - dump his body in some acid 
Im feeling rich boy - pour some liquid gold like madness
let his skin melt, makin a sick pelt - Im wrapped in lips who bitched my madam
I can mic this sadness

I NEED TO BREAK FREE
FEELING LIKE AN ANIMAL
SHELTER ARE THESE PLEAS
PRAYING FOR A BREAK IN THIS DARK HAPPENING 
STRIPPER BITCH ON MY DICK AND HER NAME IS KIMBERLEE
I make the timber fall, engulf it in the  fucking fleemes
Im another mecha-gnome with a djinni on the scene
casting DMT in dome with 30 milligrams 
im in a mech I told you all, gatling cannons on your dreams 
Yeah scriptz

S + vvs on my motherfuckin chest, 187 on the reverend, bishop dead, ide kill for less
yeah these bitches aren't worth a dime - I found em on the left
Turning right before their death - what the fuck is even left
FUCK - --- im fucking pissed to rest - I need a fucking rest, heh
I need to fuckin rest head
sleep was fore my time and now we waking lead-dead
wild-wild-west in a world turning red, red
play it



MALEVOLENCE  (PROD. SPHYNX)

might update mix

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grippin 9 with the chrome 45 by my side 

holstered weapons I can spec em' got the matte black carbine

im in time, waking light - money shade making me feel like I'm righteous -- but inside I lie 

and I might piss - right on yo grave - conscience tells me like this, just say it how you like it, make them pay

I'm taking names - and im like the nine tails - kyubi casting spells like some kunai out a suby, yellow lines trail

Im rare on the road, lickin some toads - dimethyltryptamine on phone, need some miligrams soakin up in my dome 

im making out a destiny that wasn't written in the stones -- im a new kind of hope, a new breed of al Capone

wolf wolfing down the spirits he does it on his alone - loans aint his soul thing he's rather pay cash for the throne 

Im not leasing up the world im leashing it bitch - you my own 

So arm up yo catapults im comin in swingin, breakin bones

KYUBI (PROD. MERCY$)

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IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

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