kill ebola

red lights feel the warm cuts
headlights where i froze up
then the night where i rose up 
double barrel for a poser 
manatee to a motor 
red tide red rover 
dare you to come closer 
smokey pole to his bowl cut 
you boring till roll up 
let him in then he stole ya
now they missing the old ya 
cards starting to fold up
easy to control ya 
by hordes of the trolls ya 
you clay they gon mold ya
your heads versus tails 
aint got time for your tales 
throwing spears at a whale 
brain soup with burnt kale 

frosttt 

scare me haunt me kill me idgaf
feel me its over
i cant get these posers
know im a fucking loser
deaths chasin me
im tryna run make me race
kill me lifes no fun
im dead now dead 3 ts ghillie, gun
fake bitches fake friends i dont wanna run

warm cuts w/ frosttt [prod. frosttt + kill ebola]

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Take me out 
Slow and dumbing down
To fill the mouths 
Of what's got hold of you
And they make no sound
Hungry for a chew
Fucking float around 
and Eat you confused 

In this cage stumbled up upon a hole 
screen door to a garden house of mold 
Electric currents build in waves to a bolt
strike a place in time i can free my soul 
Will I get there free as the breeze 
Or end up stuck frozen underneath 
Guess I'll get what deserved or i need 
Head hurts coughing bugs crawling deep 
Lemme breathe 

1.TAKE ME OUT (ELECTRIC CURRENTS) [PROD. FRDM.WAV]

a small fragmented glimpse of you 
always on queue
at my highest 
you fall through 
intrude 
to cover the view 
tread the ooze
of constant wonder 
will I ever find me? 
your eyes say otherwise 
insert the lead 
set me free

prod. myss

TortureInsideMyAmygdala

I aint done with you bitch 
Kill ebola do the pitch 
Do the drugs hit the itch 
Cut your guts Follow sin
Hallow fit Wallow in 
Tock is thin Knot in chin 
But thought is wind So Suck my dick lil bitch
Or spin on it like its fidget 
Swallow kin of burning bridges 
Running out of precious minutes
Locked inside an endless prison
Another role another goal for gold while under supervision 
Theres no difference if im living or existence where its hidden 
Falling stuck in place ya
I cant feel my face ya
Or whats left of life a tripping time a glimpse of savior 
The love a meal im late ya
Cannot feel the faith ya 
Pay back all i owe i know deep down i wont betray ya 
But Now its like a corpse im towing 
Seeking highs forever lowing 
Empathy throw off the loathing 
Apathy bloat over showing 
I dont know the state im going 

[Biv]

Mama ain't raise no bitch
Got a couple bands and it ain't fix shit
Check my mental off my list
Stomp when I pop out
Man got no face when the lights out
They don't play that shit homie pipe down
Sit in peace I'm a geek she bite down
Thoughts talk when I stay up
Got a mind of my own got my weight up
Run run for the funds that they made up
Watered down clowns they don't really pay up
Limited time make your way up
Fuck out my face
Fuck my day up
Bitch fuck out my face
Less you pay up
Too many faces
You made up
Mothafucka never show face
Fuck a no name
Man you a bitch made 
Runnin life at my own pace
Chrome clip to my left brain
Fuck around and relocate
Face fuck the fame
I got worse by the day
Bitch it's always this way
Taught by the loss
But I'm killed by the gains
Bitch I'm killed by the gains
Bitch it was never your business
Water they pockets
But dirt for the victims
They see nobody gone miss him
Playin a system
We been caught up in a mission
They put your life on a snippet
Fuck with they fixes 
Bitch that's a one way ticket
Bitch that's a one way ticket

Makeup w/ Biv [Prod. Kill Ebola + Frdm.wav]

I miss the way I was supposed to be
Stuck dealing with the new me
Late nights on a dirty street
Pretty pictures paint another scene
I love the way that you look at me
Can't help feeling like it’s just a dream
I think I died in 2017
I been tired getting plenty sleep

And I don't know why you love me
I can't help what I can't see
And how the fuck do you love me
I can't tell what I really need

It was perfect
But I ain't earn shit
But you deserve it
Cause it was perfect

I miss the way I was supposed to be
Stuck dealing with the new me
Late nights on a dirty street
Pretty pictures paint another scene
I love the way that you look at me
Can't help feeling like it’s just a dream
I think I died in 2017
I been tired getting plenty sleep
And I don't know why you love me
I can't help what I can't see
And how the fuck do you love me
I can't tell what I really need
I can't tell what I really need
What I really need

I Think I Died In 2017

Circling Terror

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LYRICS:

4 walls kept me sick, kick that cell out bitch
im gon pop myself like fucking buddy did
autopsy found whiskey in my fucking spit
pray this bullet kill me, god forbid
x2

black on black won’t notice me
30 rack gon kick me in my brain and fucking cope wit me
you heard something pop to hotel books, you gon’ know it’s me
ask me if i mean that shit i rap, i said hopefully i-

god im back to pain, i spent so long getting better, just to blow it out my brain
god wont let me change, im a fucking wreck, cancer in my body’s at my fucking neck

4 walls kept me sick, kick that cell out bitch
im gon pop myself like fucking buddy did
autopsy found whiskey in my fucking spit
pray this bullet kill me, god forbid
x2

god forbid i wake up
keep that two cents like a pay cut
crack my head back wit my plague on bitch
push that fucking stake up
hold that grudge like i can’t make up
i taste death inside this vapor

hope them paramedics can’t find me
fuck the life im given fuck fighting
spent ‘bout twenty five years dying

lace a fucking bag and i could buy it
i dont want that shit if i’ll survive it


BUDDY [PROD. SKOTSKR]

produced Kill Ebola
mastered Frdm.wav 

Ebola andy eddie stain
Im a devil off a pill or bottle all the same
Or a God inside a game and saw it all in hate
To get to what today i never could explain 
Dealt the blood felt the stun, i cant feel their laughter 
Loneliness got me spun, never felt this happier 
In a World thats never real, whats the matter dear? 
Cant taste the meal just the fear of seeker gather gear 

Vintage pose reflected off a traffic cone 
Barb wire med kit you cant grab and go 
Red paint on its hand like it tagged the groped
Light in know Soul scrambled see it in my eye windows
Out my bitterness and weathering to hang with weirdos? 
Yall just relishing in telling shit i keep my ears closed 
Just whore around spoke metaphors aloud wrote over fear notes 
Imma turn you down and shut you off just how sears goes 
Umbilical chord
Spreading its spore
In an Agonized bore 
In endless corridor 
Inner oculus floor 
Torturing squeal from the pork turned to smear odor 
Stuck on the wheel with nothing left to tear over 
Electrified eel at the heel said its near over
Cant hear closure 

Guess im writing down what
Create timing now something 
Watch em swing but its bunt its light 
Throwing fits its your time of month and i see a clown show getting fucked repeat
Everyone around me annoying dumb pesticides to breed 
rather run on by just to die and be 
by the side of tide right as nukes will free
Us all from memories of trades we made 
Turning everything to an ace of spades
Double barrel breakfast buck is ate 
Bone marrow head fast duck and wait
Gut is late, Fuck it make 
Blood is taste, Shut its face
Just a waste, Such a state

garbage (saikik sample challenge)

skeletonIRL