surprise, usually too much...this👌🏿🫴🏿✨

Im just a product of the hunan race shawty 😈🖤

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art: @gvzzvh x @lunasith // background vox by: @sydcxx
official amv: [https://youtu.be/6AS5czp5JZI]

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Do-not-resurrect-necrotic-grip-lyrics]
back off 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
bash in your brain with my mask off 
yea try to pray for the last time 
lame and you mad but you hate cuz your cash wrong 
i don’t want love, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i'll leave his lung on the asphalt 
i’ll leave your tongue in a glass jar 
murder with a black SCAR 
he don’t wanna dump
what the fuck, is it that hard?
he don’t wanna buck
he respond with a sad bar 
nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
i don’t want pain, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i leave his lung on the asphalt 

now i just be sippin sippin sippin slow on the blood i collect from you fuckers
and i could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that i left in my dungeon 
now cuz of my pigment i been predisposed 
to unload and attack in abundance 
but that’s just the shit they said, i go and murder cuz simply the fact that i love it 

but it’s back to the subject 
stacking bodies by the dozens 
whippin audis outta budget 
godly while i’m thumpin 
you would probly caught a couple 
grippin probly why im fucked and i don’t plan on stoppin 
she do molly while we fuckin 
creepin i might grab a snub i caught him out in public 
beam, he saw it fore it snuffed him 
he was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

FOLLOW ME: https://linktr.ee/xen0christ_
Featuring @sinizterofficial

POSTAL ft. SINIZTER

WE BACK AND WE TAKING HEADS SON


________________________________________


FACELESS 1-7 SOCIALS

Spotify -
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Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeGK...

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/faceless1-7

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/faceless1_7/


PROMPTO SOCIALS

Spotify -
https://open.spotify.com/artist/55l8X...

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/c/Promptomusic

Soundcloud -
https://soundcloud.com/promptomusic

Instagram -
https://www.instagram.com/promptomusic/

ARYEL SOCIALS

Youtube -
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQnx...

Soundcloud - 
https://soundcloud.com/prodaryel

Instagram -
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_____________________ LYRICS __________________


FACELESS 1-7 ///


*damn turn that beat up* 


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


fucked yo bitch she callin out she said she want it deep


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me


I dont give a fuck about your energy


torment is infinite
I wish that I was aborted
my ma could afford it


light up with the syndicate 
then get my b she contorted
her feet into orbit
      
i'll fuck on the internet
gone get your girl to record it
my nut on her forehead


im sad but she into it 
you all the same lika a synonym
huh
yuh


racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me
I gone bring the ruckus got my focus on the fee
seeing out the black we staying strapped up to the teeth
if you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street


buried underneath 6ft concrete
old mate with the ski like c'est la vie
that girls pussy taste like made lychee
i'ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
my seed
compressed between them cheeks
thats g
got them buns for fun
she like a cream pastry
an I ain't done till sun
done did a 360
said i ain't run from nun
yea i ain't run from




rip that clip
with a fucked up face
ima take that ace
triple drop all day
light split my vein
till it fit my brain
tip n slice low fate
so I slide so fake
like
get no weight
don't get in my way
I been cutting my demons
till breathing my hate


upping my eden deleting the pain
but pain is my purpose deserve it
it fate




PROMPTO ///


Racks on racks I get provisions Kodak black got tunnel vision 7 sixes Ben Simmons rookie shit no definition amateur you beg to listen open ears with no intentions shed your tears you act like children


Better back off get the fuck out my way
Grab a chainsaw cut em out of they place
No face no case I’m asserting my fate
Here’s your meal I’ve been serving up plates
No ripndip talk yo shit so quick I’m sick of it
Butter them lips so slick like gibberish look at my racks like dividends make you say da-da-dadada-damn


How does it feel knowing she is a fan
Making it clap like god damn
Bought a new jacket it came from Japan
Think that I made it I only began
I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences My vision is impairing I’m transparent with my privilege

Rack That Shit

Rack That Shit ft. Prompto (prod. Aryel)

LYRICS:

Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

Had a dream that I was taken to the heavens
God is fucking dead and angels rotten eating off him 
Religion is a fallacy
My blades are told in prophecies 
I’m god of death
And god of war
No man can fell this monstrosity 
Magick Kult shit
Rituals of blood bitch
Got a problem with my crew
We breaking bones bitch
Back up back down
You won’t make it out
Split yo fuckin skull
And take yo body down to hell yeah
Spread death spread hate
Till the pain is gone
Spilling blood out on the floor
Until the break of Dawn
Undead undone by the dark sun
Pussy wanna talk talk talk till his brain gone
Wanna fight? wanna die?
Ain’t no way that you reside
I’m a motherfucking monster
With a blade on my side
Poser wanting clout so he gon hit up my line
With a lie on his mind and his brain in my sights

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

SHXLO:



Undead Ronin:

Stick a gun up in my mouth
I’m saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Got a magazine that’s fulla bullets 
Let it spray out
Pay me with your blood
Or yo soul is getting drowned in the ground
Stick a knife up to yo throat
You saying hey now
Praying to a god that doesn’t listen
That’s okay now
Bitch I’m putting pressure on your flesh you wanting out
I’mma count 1, 2 now you dead on yo knees
I’mma bounce

RITUALS OF BLOOD (feat. SHXLO) [prod. Undead Ronin]

Prod. Roosevelt 

Lyrics:

You make me nauseous subconsciously 
Toxic oddity probably 
philosophically bother me
Kill em all  When they stop the beat
Like the fall of hierapolise
time to face the dichotomy
Of your putrid anatomy 
please don't even be mad at me 

Fuck it I'm twisted so offensive
Watch my rims spin from the prison
Mind your business pussy bitches
Or I'll put my dick in your britches
Never fuck with lame ass snitches 
Cut em up they left in stitches
End them oes with the quickness
Bodies turning up in ditches 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

I’m the type to sell money, still flip a profit
Said I’d do it and I did it, I must be a prophet
Ghost out the tomb, levitate from coffins
Rose from the dirt and I started walkin’
What I’m cookin’ in the booth, deadly concoctions
Shut ya mouth, listen up when when the king is talkin’
Or I might reverse pickpocket a live grenade onto you
Said you’d blow up, now let’s watch it 

You the type, can’t do it, you just knock it
Pull out a pistol, forget how to cock it
Brief hesitation then I get to choppin’
Scythe cut you up like katana through margarine
I can’t believe it’s not butter
You don’t know about Shade, go and ask your mother
Sure you got the gist when she bit her lip, eyelashes fluttered
Monster under your bed while hide under covers 

Ain’t even human, I’m just undercover
Skeleton, flesh suit
Witch in the booth
Barricade, I charge on through
Mr. X from RE2
Got infinite styles, all better than you
Every time I step in the booth
My demons are wooed 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone 

Bitch I came back with my  blade
I lost myself again
When I got up every night I tried to not forget
Took a while for me to take a breath and burn the flames
Calmed the chaos in my mind I'm ready to start the tape, bitch
When they wanna me go back
I make attack, go breaking bad  
Bake a new track for you my fans
I'm spending so much when in my lab
Waste your life every time you lay and hate another man
Every minute of your life you're getting closer to the hell 

I fucking hate you 
wanna break you 
castrate you
Eliminate you 

Desicrate your body as a hobby
Placate your sloppy tippy 
Your just a carbon copy
Of my rotting shotty 

Full spread head blown
Welcome to the dead zone
Like ya wearing headphones
I'm a god upon the throne 

Throw another fucking stone
Catch me on an empty road
Double barrel mind blown
Ya just another orange cone


Skorn, Shade Apollo, $witchblade - deadZone

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by wadjet
cover art by fxckjamie

https://www.instagram.com/fxckjvmie/?hl=en

(Lyrics)

Fuck it
Im a dead man walking
lurking in your house I’m a dead man stalking

Fuck it
My sanity’s on decline
Dropping all these bombs turn this shit to genocide yeah (x2)

Bitch I’ve been dead for days
Imma rise up from the grave
I don’t got shit to repay 
I’mma put you in your place

all of these people around me
Don’t even know how they found me
Kill me and collect my bounty 
I’ll fucking burn your whole county 

Make it rain, bullet spray
Yeah, a motherfucker don’t play games
Shoot yo brain, now you slain 
Yeah cut my name right in your face
I’ll bring you pain 
You better pray
That when I find you im having a better day

fucking with the worst we the triple six task force
Walk up to my spot here’s the fight that you asked for
knife on my waist I be creepin thru the back door
Try to escape but tonight’s gon be your last war

I might go batshit
Yeah I got psycho habits (x2)

I’ve been feelin out a sight
I’ve been thinking I just might
Put a gun to my head cuz it really feeling right
Pussy boy that’s what I said 
Any day I’ll drop dead 
I’ve been crazy for a while I can’t get shit out my head

HEMOPHILIA [PROD. WADJET]

prod.Kiraw 
Artwork : @MVRTYR

*Lyrics*

(NIKKO)
Ain't no such thing as love
Hearts a bottomless pit
You dying the 6th
And tonight is the 5th
Watch what's out your mouth
Or I'm letting it spit
Yuh grim reap
On the side of my hip
Straight smoking a cig waiting for me to rip
Size of my dick
Every pussy got grip

(K.V.N)
Yuh yuh
Every pussy got lip
How the fuck I'm only 22 I ain't quit
How the fuck you looking at me jealous
You a bitch
Worry bout another motherfucker
Ride dick
(Aye) I don't wanna fuck with nobody I got my squad
You can get the fuck out if you ain't playing your part
Bitch I'm raising the bar
You ain't on shit I'm making these hits in my car
Bitch yuh
Aye, life is just a gamble don't get fist fucked
Aye , lookin in the mirror like "bitch what"
Uh , niggas know the truth but don't say shit huh
That's why you fake and I don't fuck with you I'm sick bruh

(NIKKO)
Ain't no such thing as love
Hearts a bottomless pit
You dying the 6th
And tonight is the 5th
Watch what's out your mouth
Or I'm letting it spit
Yuh grim reap
On the side of my hip
Straight smoking a cig waiting for me to rip
Size of my dick
Every pussy got grip

(NIKKO)
Cocks out
For any pussy got lip
Bitch I ride round with an oppas head on a stick
Outside the crib blood drip from my kicks
How the fuck you think we leaving footprints in this bitch nigga
It's all set
Soon as he gon walk in, knock off his head
And I love the way they drip when they're -
All red
Mix an outcast in the drink they sipping and drop dead
Xel get 'em

(Xelishurt)
Ay yuh
Life is a bottomless pit
Need a goth bitch so bad slit on her wrists
She need a nigga thats pissed yuh
A nigga like this yuh
Sky so sunny these the days that i miss yuh
Run up in a store with a bag i dont miss huh
See the 9 bang minus 3 now its 6 yuh
King with a crown in my town you a little bitch
I might let it shoot like a star bitch
Make a wish
Take another risk yuh
Baddest of the bitch yuh
Niggas talk shit meeting 5 like my fist yuh

GR!P

GR!P ft. K.V.N & Xelishurt (prod.Kiraw)

BARRACUDA.WAV | FT. DO NOT RESURRECT (PROD. ANXIOLYTIC)

Static

TOXIC

Stay dormant when needed
Till you rise undefeated
______________________
aye you like dis edgy shit lets get it

Lyrics:
Lately stay lowkey
I do not cap no more
But ima cap you if you 
Showing at my street oof course
dodging people in my city 
Like a Matador 
I won't act like itll be pretty
I been mad before 
I see em coming through my rear view
Like you bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal
And I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle
You'll get shred and torn
I got that blade itll leave you spread all
Like a bastard born

Yea from plastic corpse
You fake
Faceless the way
Take that name to my grave
But I missed it like it like fate
know 1-7 the date
When I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor
To take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain
shit I got demons to race
an now i'm running my numbers an I  been upping my pace
yea that gone run up my stake till I
gone blow and create 
the existence i needed
bitch there no freedom in chains

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense


yo ego
finitio
them people
be evil
no see through
i de-tour
to run around

i don't want 
to put them
underground

hollow tip
bullet i 
gut you out

you see what 
i mean do
our chi
don't be equal
i frequent 
the freak show
then fuck around

i got yo bitch
in my dungeon now
she got that dick
by the dozen now
i got that clique
that gone buzz them pounds
fuck up the court
we go run them fouls
she the main course
know i love that sound
crying my name 
when our love in doubt

that kinda fucked but i'm
fucked up as well
cancer being spreading
inside in my cells
keeping it cold cos
i know i bring hell
bitch i stay froze
cos it keep it me well

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense         

get up off my dick you aint seen shit yuh

Cold Blood Warm Nights

Cold Blood Warm Nights (prod. CRCL)

⛧genre-fluid⛧
♡ There is a light inside of all of you ♡
Formerly known as Skorn3896 

Skorn, Shade Apollo, $witchblade - deadZone

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