When The Street Lights Turn On

LYRICS 

What’s the point of running
Life will flash in front of yo iris lens
I tried to drown my demons 
Hopin they cannot swim 
Surfing and cursing not even a drip 
Touching they’re skin 
Levitate, Evaporating all of my dept
Not seekin death 
Don’t cross my path I’m flashing floods
Just for my death 

Not a lot will understand 
It feels like I’m not from this planet 
Rusted screws all through my neck 
Begging me just for my set 
And I’m ready collect 
Digging up misfits 
Restless 
Pick up stick 
Ditch this 
Motherfuckin 
Gonna plot in on this law 
You bitch 

Pick up my shit
Pacing I’m lookin for victims
Yeah call on my shit 
You dead dumb 
No heaven yeah 187 
Coming from the bottom of the pit
Mo redrum Mo redrum 

This ain’t no suicide
But I stay cemetery pumpin
Like it’s genocide
I lost my luck don’t give a fuck
Only the strong survive 
Don’t test yo luck stay buck 
I’ll start a Trend
I’ll start from the slumps 

Provoking the devil 
I’m stuck in the meadow 
I’m leaving a trail full of crumbs
Wouldn’t want to trade my life 
Better think it twice
I’m shedding my lungs 
Motherfucker better make a safe bet 
Get rip 
When rollin the dice 
no second tries 
Get bucked 

Kick the bucket
Haters be hating so Fuck it 
No luck kid I’m locked in

What’s the point of running 
Life will flash in front of yo iris lens
I tried to drown my demons 
Hopin they cannot swim 
Surfing and cursing not even a drip 
Touchin they’re skin 
Levitate, Evaporating all of my dept
Not seekin death 
Don’t cross my path I’m flashing floods
Just for my death

DIGGIN UP MISFITS

LYRICS 

To heaven sent 
And a drop of a pen 
And I’m makin out a path 
Leave a mark with my brand 
Tell em all represent 

I’ll fuck with the realest 
Who look like a menace
I’m counting the minutes 
Don’t try to empress 

I’m on my shit and I’ll fall for the rest
I’ll ball my fist who fucks with the best

Peepin this game 
And it’s hard to explain 
Keepin it true to yo thing
Don’t front the game 
So fuck this fame
Y’all look the same

Over coming all this pressure 
Livin with lesser shit 
Draggin my problems I mastered stress
Your endin a phobic that festers 
Best up 
Ready to vest up 

Pickin up broken hope
So cold tensed up 
Vest up 

3x
Peepin this game 
And it’s hard to explain 
Keepin it true to yo thing
Don’t front the game 
So fuck this fame
Y’all look the same


Lookin like bandit all day 
Telling me about it no way
I’m sorry admit it 
Following modest and ease 

Slimfiend looking like a sensei
Take em to the shoreline 
better not test me 
Rip em a new thought 
Said don’t test me 
Teachin the broken ones sanity 

Lookin like bandit all day 
Telling me about it No way
I’m sorry admit it 
Following modest and ease

MODEST AND EASE

BUCKED OUT (PROD. HOTWHEELZ BEATZ)

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
get the pump unload da chamber, Milford has been acting up 
light green is what I’m smoking on as i channel da demons into my room 
pentagram on da floor surrounded by candles, demons will soon enter da room 
poor a glass for da devil as i sell my soul 

evil intentions riding with da cult, headless men chanting “The Great “ 
step out of my body and into my soul, all I hear is demons in my ear all da time 
saying “no one cares, so why waste your time?” 

suicide mention it all of da time, it’s on my mind 
riding with da shotty, RO$ETTA grippin on da nine 
killing beats no one is doing it like him and i 
it’s because we got All Wanted $ouls and demons on our side
 
devil comes in different ways, da shit that fucking pays 
i’m repping All Wanted $ouls to da fucking grave, i was screaming tripple six till da devil showed his face 
i’m living real good but soon i will decay fuck 

[RO$ETTA]
see i’m peeping around da corner, and i’m checking in rooms
i’m seeing illusions, hearing screams, it’s in my head i assume 
blood dripping down walls, and body parts are scattered all over too
a shadowy demonic figure appears to take me to my impending doom 

devil gets a hold of me silently, yeah he talks to me quietly
“load da gauge and go hunting, want you to go on a killing spree”
sacrificing da holy ones, drain they’re blood, put it in my cup
bitch i’m harvesting organs, organize limbs to a pentagram

im that devil mane, going insane, i take you to my temple mane
what’s your name?, nevermind it don’t matter, i’m gonna kill you anyway
butchering, cutting and stabbing, so you can stop resisting mane
slaughtering, then go back to my temple and smoke up on my mary jane

six hundred sixty six, demons they tell me to kill everyone in sight
i know that i must obey, or else da devil will come to take my fucking life
once i am finally done with da killing, lean back in my chair, its time
to take off my mask, show my face, and stare god in da face with this plastic nine

DEVIL SHYT (PROD. RO$ETTA)

my verse mixed by @djreesebandz on instagram
produced by and featuring the talented akjonny 💯
iLUVmiBRUDDAS ❤️🌐

iLUVmiBRUDDAS (ft/prod. AKJONNY)

Losin My Mind [Prod. MEMENTO]

PHUCKED PT. II

Waking up every morning 
 Notice I got more to gain 
Appreciate the fucking game and 
Alleviate the pain and 
I said I’ll make it rain 
Yeah fuck the gold and fame 
I’ll make it without 
Getting notice call it Casper mane 
Too hype when I pull the mic out
Lemme run that back 
Send the call out 
It’s still that red red rum 
On a basic bum 
Let’s call that
Taking the trash out 

Let’s fade to black 
til the lights out
Time to flex 
what I fuckin gained now 
Her time to break down 
Wake up every morning 
Noticing I got more to gain 
Cheaper then the reaper 
I don’t need hand outs
Homicidal on my plans 
Check the box I’m out
Realize i lost some friends 
Just to level myself 
Alleviate the stress
Why my ops so pressed
And pressed out 
Didn’t I mention 
Suffer the consequences 
Of that murder mission 
The world so cold and malicious 
I keep my vibe so distant 
My third eye gets so vivid 
This life’s a final lesson 
I wake up stay shaked up 
Somebody better call the maker  
Inhale break spells 
Look at the moon so pale 
Exhale reap hell 
All of these bodies so stale 




IS THAT WORTH THE SOUL TO SQUEEZE 

Diamonds on my casket 
Never give a fuck bout this rap shit 
The king of misfits
We gonna blast this 
This ain’t no plastic 
Chrome is all I’m blasting
Messing with the masses 
Propaganda easily 
Shifting to royal madness 
Y’all better grasp this 
Playing with your chances 
I don’t really give a fuck
Still riding around 
I’m bumping fiend in the cut 
Black whip same shit 
Black tints on my shield 
Rolling down the fucking ville
Playin with my money 
I should offer the bill 
Playin with the money  
Is like playing with the devil
I’ll still ride like I’m bummy 
I ain’t down with the thrill
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
I ain’t going out like fucking Kennedy 
Ride with me
Returning of the kingdom of the free 
Nobody want to see Slimfiend 
Hit the scene 
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
I ain’t going out like fucking Kennedy 
Ride with me
Returning of the kingdom 
Numbers of the free 
Nobody want to see Slimfiend 
Hit the mf scene 

Pull up to the function 
I’m really going wild 
Asking for a picture
That ain’t my style
Slimmy the creature
Everybody a feature 
I’m the main fuckin leader
Who preaching the fear 
Holly bible the seeker
Nobody hitting my mothafucking metter 
Know what I speakin mane 
I’m really flyin mane 
Stay the try mane 
I’m the do’er mane
Stay a bitch mane
S L I M F I E N D
God is what see in me 
Heaven of the trinity 
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
Diamonds on my casket 
Never give a fuck bout this rap shit 
The king of misfits
We gonna blast this 
This ain’t no plastic 
Chrome is all I’m blasting
Messing with the masses 
Propaganda easily 
Shifting to royal madness 
Y’all better grasp this 
Playing with your chances 
I don’t really give a fuck
Still riding around 
I’m bumping fiend in the cut 




LIFE’S A TRIP OR IS IT A MYSTERY 

Time to round up
Most of my demons 
Can’t remember 
The last time that I felt this feeling
Heart is gleaming, mind is numb 
Static remains until it gone 
Fist full of rage
Now my rib cage is sunk 
We got the lungs filled full of smoke
Blood spilled for a change 
I can not cope 
You had open arms but I realized
We ain’t got no hope
I hope my life don’t repeat 
Despite of these dreams
Definitely they spending they days 
Just to work in a maze
I proceed I wilI praise 
Light up the sage 
Fist full of rage 
Straight to mystery
I flipped the page

I hope my life don’t repeat 
Holding on to a mystery 

I hope my soul retreats
Holding on to a mystery

TUNE IN TO $LIMFIEND RADIO

I bless my life, watch me climb 
Soar up high into the sky 
Time I try something different 
 How bout this for instance 
Imma put some distance between us I’m on a mission
Might get trippy never slippy charge these youngins adding interest 
Imma glow up 
If I don’t show up
It’s because the night before last I got tore up
Woke up on the floor drunk 
Water please no soda
Just something to wet my mouth before I twist this blunt up

Then I’mma roll out
All alone, I’m good the weathers nice and no doubt
I’m meditating as I’m walking to my plug house
Of packing shows and read the screen where tickets sold out
Of popping bottles, living dreams and bless the hometown
For raising me 
I feel the energy
Across the map, It’s clear to see
do this for my friends and family

DIGGIN UP MISFITS

$LIMFIEND

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