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Hook:
Comin up out the sticks
Gotta get a grip
As the clock ticks
Pistol whip they lip
Comin up out the sticks 
Gotta get a grip
As the clock ticks
Pistol whip they lip

Verse 1:
I've been trynna chill
But bitch I might kill
Leave ya face lookin still
I've been trynna feel
I could never heal
Now I wanna hear em squeal 
Time to steal they soul
I find myself back in this hole
All these visions have taken they toll
Now I gotta fuckin know
How the fuck I'm gonna grow
When I've been so low
I've always been so cold
I could never fold
When it was drugs I sold
Had to get it fast
Knowin it won't last
Can't leave shit in the past
That lead to my demise
That mothafucka I'll always despise
Watch one day there'll be a surprise

PUT EM IN A BODY BAG
PUT EM IN A BODY BAG
PUT EM IN A BODY BAG
BURY EM OUT BACK
BURY EM OUT BACK
BURY EM OUT BACK

x2(Hook):
Comin up out the sticks
Gotta get a grip
As the clock ticks
Pistol whip they lip
Comin up out the sticks 
Gotta get a grip
As the clock ticks
Pistol whip they lip

Hook:
Comin up out the sticks
Gotta get a grip
As the clock ticks
Pistol whip they lip
Comin up out the sticks 
Gotta get a grip
As the clock ticks
Pistol whip they lip

Verse 2:
I see reality in a different way
I hear things in the wall say
Prayers every single day
Got the old god's in my brain
Got the mark of cane
I'll never be the same
Ancient knowledge in my head
I don't understand what is said
Might as well end up dead
Spirits make their way in my dream
Showin me their face with a scream
There's always this theme
I just wish they would leave
This is the season to grieve

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Verse I: KillhOllOw
Hollow got a tooly
I ain’t fuck on no bitch
Walk around unruly
Bad influence on your kids
Hollow in a hoodie
Bouta mask up for a bitch
45, I’m drooling
When I pack another clip
Fuck around, I’m fooling
Till that blade up in your ribs
Running up I hit him in the brains
In front of kids
And then when everybody dip
I’ll take it out and take a piss
I gotta chop him up to bits
And take the paddock off his wrist
Aye

I was in the dark
What the fuck you know bout me?
Shoot him in the forest
Then I fuck his dead body
I was off a benzo
When I told him don’t stop me
Of course I didn’t mean it
Cause I hit him like I’m Ali
How I run the course
and motherfuckers don’t count me?
I know bitches livid
Cause I’m hidden like a bombing
Just to know it’s ending
Brings a little bit of calming
OD off of 10?
I make a bet and make em call me

Every bar I write a spell 
Seen harder shit in Vvardenfell
I skinned a body, made a pelt
Then stuffed the soul inside a shell
I’ll take a life inside a cell
Before I take a life to quell
The shit I have inside myself
Don’t wanna wake inside my Hell

Verse II: KillNiNo

Man a motherfucker really feeling like a God
People always talking but they know I'm not far
If you wanna come and test and see that I'm a fraud 
Ima cook his ass up and feed em to the dogs

Man I'm on kill shit grinding with hOllOw 
Laying in pig shits where you gonna wallow 
We living in the forest;in the trees; with the shadows
We steady sacrificing for the deitys we follow

Just got one body now we need two
I been craving that ice cold fruit
Give her that meat
Then give her that juice
Extract the evidence
Don't leave proof

I just got rid of that DNA
Slit his wrist cause I really don't play
Looks like suicide it's no case
Even if there was can't paint my face
Im like Ed Gein
Know what I say
Bitter little fuck done went insane

Burning they bodies in acid vats
No mice no flies no fucking rats
I slice he die the end of that
I might devise a murder trap
To invite;intice Satan's ass 
I carterize his spine in half

HARAKIRIKILK - FORESTFUNERALFORNICATION (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

I just want my cash and you know that
I wake up and get a bag then I smoke that
Y’all know Gash been keep a stash of that codex
I just want my death, that ain’t so bad
I just want my cash and you know that
I wake up and get a bag then I smoke that
Y’all know Gash been keep a stash of that codex
I just want my death, that ain’t so bad
Aye

Wake me when I’m dead
So I can sleep
I’ve been seeing red
For bout 10 weeks
Murder murder murder
All the death speaks
Take my fucking head
Make it end please

Hollow tend to kill a lot
He liquified them on the spot
We cut him trynna make him stop
He leaking 40 kilowatts
That emo kid turned paradox
Been running trynna tear up blocks
Enhanced and shit, no ripper doc
My casket hold a teraflop

Bitch I’m off a Benz
Rolling 10 3’s 
30 0 fucking bent
On a jet spree
Trynna make a fucking dent
In a dead scene
Most you bitches Harvey Dent
If you catch me
Aye

I just want my cash and you know that
I wake up and get a bag then I smoke that
Y’all know Gash been keep a stash of that codex
I just want my death, that ain’t so bad
I just want my cash and you know that
I wake up and get a bag then I smoke that
Y’all know Gash been keep a stash of that codex
I just want my death, that ain’t so bad
Aye

DARVEYHENT (Prod. LUCAS VERSACE)

I’m a thief motherfucker
Best believe that shit
From the East, I’m a cutter
Making G’s real quick
I just bleed when I wanna
On your knees lil bitch
I can’t see through the fauna
Blizzard freezing, I sit

Bitch I’m bleeding, I slip
Onto that razor I picked
Hollow half dead motherfucker
Up in your bitch
You see I’m bawling, I slit
So my wrist carved, it ain’t shit
Rather wrap me up in bloody sheets
And toss in the creek bitch

Memories all I need
Don’t need a motive for shit
Might just hop in the whip
And leave some holes in your crib
Bullets ricochet and miss
I hit your lungs through your ribs
Let you drown in it quick
My soul ground to a trick
I’m on acid motherfucker
So I’m bound to go trip
Got no backwoods
Motherfuckers smoking owls and shit
Crack his brain when I go see him
Wrapped in towels and shit
Until I grab the Glock and greet
My personality’s mist bitch

I’m a thief motherfucker
Best believe that shit

I’m a thief motherfucker
Best believe that shit
From the East, I’m a cutter
Making G’s real quick
I just bleed when I wanna
On your knees lil bitch
I can’t see through the fauna
Blizzard freezing, I sit

Bitch I’m bleeding, I slip
Onto that razor I picked
Hollow half dead motherfucker
Up in your bitch
You see I’m bawling, I slit
So my wrist carved, it ain’t shit
Rather wrap me up in bloody sheets
And toss in the creek bitch

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Bitch im boutta prey i aint talking bout no god 
Why you staring at me odd 
Go n do ya fucking job 
Get a bomb and pass a lob fo a touchdown 
I aint talking wrists when im saying you get bust down 
Where the bad hussies who be askin to get fucked down 
Pop so deep what you scared of the gun sound ? 
Swear im always coming off an acid high
Got a battle cry 
Leave you terrified 
Why you looking in my eyes 
See ya did it to ya self 
Ima go and spead the wealth 
With the fam and a shelf 
Got the cards i been dealt 
Made my life a living hell 
Now im up here by myself 
Its the realest shit i felt 

3 tabs of the acid shit my body might just melt 
Shit my body might just melt 
3 tabs of the acid see my body might just melt 
Getting trippy off the shits see my body might just melt 


Word didnt leave me whith no manual 
Im tryna find the questions thats are solvable 
But keep on hitting obstacles 
Like people so unstoppable 
This life is way to comical 
I bottle up my problems its incredible
 It hasn't bursted yet from the pressure thats inclosed 
All these violent episodes that should never be told cuz you deem em so bold 
Others wont think its fucking true like that damn chipped tooth 
Itll stay to the death of you 
So who am i to be 
While you fuckers keep on judging me 
Im blaring with the heat while you try to keep it all discrete
I pull up on ya street with the motherfukin beef yo 
You dont wanna eat ? Well ya gotta pay the fee 
Well you gotta pay the fee 
And my demons come for free 
We be on a killing spree 
All these fucking bullets to ya nogging 
Phoney ass busters always thinking that they poppin 
Bitch i be waiting for ya heart to get to stopping 
Aye im on another level 
One beneath the devil 
Put the pedal to the medal 
Bitch im feeling existential 
I dont really need no bezel bitch id rather have a ruby 
Fit a couple bitches in a motherfukin 2 seat 
Watching all these hoes and how they bouta fucking use me 
Taking all these drugs until my body feeling woozy now who knew me 
Back before i was a blunt smoker heavy toker 
No im never ever sober 
You can ride with me but you might be getting fucked over 
See what happens when you keep on getting close 
AYE STAY AS FAR AS POSSIBLE 
AYE MY LIFE AINT OPTIMAL 
SO BITCH YOU KNOW I GOTTA GO 
NOT SUICIDAL JUST NEED A PLACE TO CHILL 
MAYBE POP A COUPLES PILLS 
FIND WHAT SHOWS ME UP THRILLS 
FUCK YA 2 CENTS IF AINT GOING TOWARDS MY FUCKING BILLS OR MY POCKET. 
LEAVE YOU BLASTING OFF TEAM ROCKET 
CHANGE MY WHOLE POSITION LIKE A SOCKET
GOT THAT GAT THE IM POPPIN ILL LEAVE YA BODY DROPIN 
PUT YOU IN A COFFIN IM SMOKING WAY TO CAUTIOUS
DEMONS FUCKING KNOCKING I BEEN A BUSY PROFIT 
IM SOMETHIN LIKE MOHAMMAD THESE BARS IM BUSY BOMBING 
FLYING LIKE A COMET YOU DO NOT FUCKING WANT IT 
 AND YOU DO NOT FUCKING WANT IT

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