FOR THE SINS I MADE(Prod.Dancinmane)

CORPSE PROD EVIL MY$TIC

Lyrics 

Fuck all dat shit if you think you a saint chrome hit yo chest out yo back imma paint i  got that fye that they took out uh tank smoking dat pack cause i know that it stank i been the same fuck you deciding for i call da audible i sold packs and got paid on da honor roll whoa she eat me up like she  a carnivore she gonna take my whole soul  i left my safe in da cove tell sum shit i dont know 50% in my mix and im probably gone shoot cause act up glock inna bag tucked i just came to ask sum why the fuck you act tuff i never get it  i do alot while maintaining my image step in da madhouse we standing on bidness you finished stop playin wit us

Your Sanctuary Aint Sanctified P. Sphynx

TRACK #2 “STRAWBERRY KREAM”
PRODUCED BY SPHYNX
FEATURING
ILLUSIONLUNA
WYNTER
KUSHKOSTA

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LYRICS

ILLUSIONLUNA

Watch how you talk when you talking to me 
Load up the choppa and take out ya team 
He want a feature he gon pay the fee 
He big goofy mothafucka wannabe 
Madhouse the set bullet holes in yo tee
Close off yo casket you split into three 
No ben n jerrys i get to the
N no ben n jerrys i get to the cream
Strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam
Straw strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam

KUSHKOSTA

Cruisin down the street grippin on my fuckin 45
Ima aim it at yo skull and leave yo shirt tye dyed
Trigga finga itchin ima leave ya fucking ma crying
Madhouse what im reppin and my niggas always down to ride
Load the smith n wesson
Boy you better get to stepping
Cause my niggas fucking reckless and we smoking out in Texas hoe
Blowing dank
Nigga all I smoke is dank
Errday, trynna fwm ima have to go and catch a case
Kosta mane yunno all I slang is dank
Trippin off these shroomies mane i think im bouta go insane
Trynna pop some xannys I ain’t trynna feel my fucking face
Shawty pop a xanny all she trynna do is gimmie face
That bitch say she love me but I know that bitch is playing games
I don’t wanna fuck cause all I’m worried bout my fucking cake hoe

WYNTER

Better open yo safe or ill aim yo face
Madhouse da gang
Don’t you try its a waste you gone make me 
insane imma create a case
She passed me the blunt hit it once it was 
laced
Heart made of chrome im alone in way 
I’m in yo home wit yo dome on display
Jumped out the zone
Call my phone hate to say but i 
rolled me a bone skeleton 
Who gone pray
Huh
I got 99 problems and a bitch is 
one
I tried to pick em like my colors I probably been switched up
Won’t get a dime outta me unless you 
picked it up
He tried to dry snitch on me them niggas
zipped him up

817MADHOUSE - STRAWBERRY KREAM (PROD. SPHYNX)

OTHER SHYT PROD PLAINFACE

LYRICS $LIMFIEND

Back seat duckin fucking up my motion
40 sippin just to level up my coastin 
Floating like the ocean
Flowin colder then the glaciers
major of the Fiend Set
Show them what I’m preachin 
Who that lurkin in my window
I can’t recognize the shadow 
Swangin from the fuckin gallows
Damn mane you lookin shallow 
Hating on my vessel 
But I’m just a fuckin skeleton 
Weighing like a fuckin ton
Nailed like the only son 

Cut me off this fuckin dimension
I’m so sick and tired
finding reasons to make my spine solidify 

Plotting on the motion 
Opposition keepin noted 
Keep it guessing I got mo tricks 
I keep this loaded
Pullin from the pits don’t trip
Get rip set the trends 
Demons livid you think I’m kidding 
Falling to my knees 
That’s what they want from me
Not much a Prophecy 
All I can do is pray to a king
That’s what they want from me
Not much of a Prophecy 
All I can do is back seat duckin
Fuckin up my motion
40 sippin just to level up my coastin
Back seat duckin
Fuckin up my motion
40 sippin just to level up my

Falling to my knees 
Praying to a King
All I want to say
Save me from my Pain

I’VE FALLEN & I CANT GET UP

hearing sounds 

in the middle in the of the night 
i can hear the reaper calling
hear the devil say my name 
echo through the walls and
everytime i try to sleep
they say the same thing 
tryna take my soul
mane why don’t they let me be
shit i knew damn well
shouldn’t have fucked around with that shi
now i’m sitting, tripping 
end up caught up in the mix
evil shit going down
ritualistic demons creep my fucking head
seeing triple 6 shit

i guess the only option 
is to blow my damn top
always seeing shadows
in my room when i spark
full moon on the brink
now i think i’m boutta crack
find me in the closet
with my damn neck snapped
shoulda went to jesus
prolly could’ve saved my soul
now it’s too late 
damn deals been closed
never was religious
so i never could foresee
my entering of hell
satan bowing down to me

leaving 1st degree burns on a mothafucka 
mane
hot enough to melt hell, put them boys to a flame
evil than a mothafucka call me EVIL MY$TIC mane
if you fucking with my shit i put a bullet in the brain
ima southwest soldier, i already told ya
creeping out the 505, pump on my shoulder
they ain’t bout that evil, mane these mothafuckas scared
man i see the devil when i look into the mirror

666, can’t escape from this hell
shouldn’t have sold my soul
now this evil will prevail
mane it lives inside my head
waiting like a spell 
come and kill anyone 
falling down that well
not long til it takes over 
your whole town 
evil will begin to lurk 
hear it through this sound
bumping on yo speakers 
is a damn ritual 
RO$ETTA tryna hypnotize 
taking over souls

a moment of relief

LYRICS 🔒

Replenished my thirst 
For better or worse 
I’m makin more moves 
Im scrappin the curb
I fuck with the underground 
Making all better sounds 
End up with golden crowns 
That I don’t deserve 
Bitch I grip the wheel I fuckin swerve 
Still born with a curse bitch
Out of sight out of mind 
So it doesn’t really hurt 
Did I mention I’m the mf
Takin over earth bitch 
Everything fading third eye gleaming 
now reality tarnished I don’t blame em
Bitch 

Round the block these bustas flock 
I’ll bring da flames straight to the crops 
It’s ftp and fuck these ops 
I can’t regain on what I’ve lost 
Still fuck this game we make it rain 
Ho get off my cock
Round the block these bustas flock 
I’ll bring the flames straight to the crops 
It’s ftp and fuck these ops 
I can’t regain on what I’ve lost 
Still fuck this game we make it rain 
Get off my cock she’s slobbin top
Yeah mop the spot I’ll spilt these brains 
And bodies drop

TARNISHED

ROCK OUT

“Let ’Em Burn” by Saints No More is a fiery declaration of freedom, self-respect, and rebirth. Written with raw grit and unapologetic defiance, the track takes aim at toxic ties, false promises, and the weight of carrying other people’s battles.

From the opening lines—shouldering grudges and vacant stares—the song builds into a full-throttle anthem about breaking chains and choosing peace over approval. The chorus ignites with explosive energy: a pocket full of matches ready to torch every lie, chain, and name that once held control. By the bridge, it’s not just rebellion—it’s transformation. “Ashes make a better path anyway” sets the tone for rising unchained, fearless, and unshakable.

Musically, “Let ’Em Burn” blends hard rock muscle with anthemic fury. Thunderous verses, a scorching chorus, and an outro that feels like fire itself turn the song into both a purge and a celebration. It’s rebellion with purpose: a vow to never be caged again.

This is Saints No More at their most relentless—a track for anyone who’s ever had to burn the past to finally be free.

Let 'Em Burn

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I’VE FALLEN & I CANT GET UP

$LIMFIEND

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