[LYRICS]

Shunny shun boutta go out and sin again
Bust a load in her mouth it was ‘round 3am
Did the blow
Did the shroomies
Do it all again
Make it known
Love to be lone
Like the state I’m in
Sticks and stones
Break my bones
Fuck that shit they said
Set my tone
Through a microphone
All I see is red
Etched in stone
The year I’m born
Another when I’m dead 
Hella hoes
Hella brew
Hell on Earth
God blessed
Lil Shunny fucking up
Everybody looks
Like they wanna hurt him
Wronged another one
Lost just more than love
Leave the bridges burnin’
Never had good luck
Damaged from the drugs
Feel my stomach turning
Wonder what’s to come
Now it’s said and done
Future worth concerning

…


Nonetheless
I said it best (Say what?)
Overwhelmed?
I laugh at what you think is stress
Remember when
I was a mess (I do)
Everyday I’d scream
Until my ears felt deaf
No common sense 
No sight of friends
Think I’ll stick to myself
Ain’t tryna play or pretend
Can’t make amends 
Can’t take offense 
Can’t fall under despair
Quitting with every chance 
What you get is what you’re giving
The Lil Shunny spittin’
Outta my mind half the time
Then get in where you’ll fit in
Lead ‘em to the ditches or a fire
No preference
Quickly now
Or make mistakes
And never get the message
Fact of the masses
Keep getting rusted up
Start from ashes to ashes
And leave ‘em dust to dust
Half us need to be moving
Few of us play by luck
While Lil Shunny stay at it
And never giving a fuck

NONETHELESS (Prod. Bhasper)

Prod. by LXNTIL
Featuring https://soundcloud.com/495kyo

Halloween Of 1607 Ft. Kyo

There’s Still Time (Ft. KeepMySecrets)

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8 macs out an 8 track playin black fuckin cadillac 
I got messy scary facts 
And a nessecary hat to block those bullets from thoes hacks 
I can throw some dice for racks I cast the 40 side for flack 
Tech spitting, tech whippin I can see it through the flood
Magic through my finger tips the lightning woke up all the wrath
Now we fuckin wet drippin through the sod
Stuck in the mud, cuz we trippin on these frogs
I cant have enough 

you fuckin with the muthafuckin curse
my mistakes repeating think ill never muthafuckin learn
how the fuck to be the one 
how the fuck to be the man
what’s the fuckin definition of a muthafuckin plan 
never had shit
wanna wanna bad bitch
wanna wanna rad whip 
picking up the pieces of the fabric 
my life so tragic 
looking in the mirror i don’t recognize myself
kyo 40 95 and scriptz gon tell u bout what else

SCRIPTZ x JON T x KYO - I thought death used to be the end

lyrics:

IM SEEIN SEVEN PHANTOMS EVERY TIME IM FUCKED UP DOWN IN THE GUTTER
CREEPIN THROUGH THE SHADOWS WITH A BLADE TUCKED UP UNDERCOVER
HELL BOUND BY THE RITUALS IM SENT HERE JUST TO FUCKIN SUFFER
OVERFLOW THE FUCKIN GAME AND WATCH THE MAGGOTS PICK THE LITTER

DAYS DONT END 
IM AT MY FUCKIN WITS END
ON WHAT THE FUCK I SHOULDA BEEN
I CANT COMPETE WITH ALL OF MY SINS
I WANNA ROLL OFF OF A FUCKIN CLIFF AND LET MY BODY BREAK TO BITS
BURNIN FROM THE GASOLINE UNTIL IT MELTS OFF ALL MY SKIN 

MY HEADS GETTIN SICKER
THE FOLD JUST GOT DELIVERED
IM SMOKIN BY THE RIVER
ON THAT SHIT THATS DROPPIN KILLERS
HEAVY STONE SPLITTER
NO STEPPED ON FILLER
BASIN UP THE POWDER
MELTIN FACES MY PROCEDURE

EVERY TIME THAT I COP MY PACK I KNOW THAT IT WONT BE ENOUGH
CRYSTAL FET AND MARIJUANA NICOTINE DONT TOUCH THAT DUFF
I CANT LIE IM FUCKIN BLESSED I FLIP MY PACK OFF RUNNIN JUGS
DIP OFF IN MY EXES WHIP I BREAK HER OFF AND GO REUP

SAY LESS
IN THE TEXT
ILL GET YOU NEXT 
I GOT THAT THRAXX
THAT KNOCK YOU BACK
OFF YOUR FUCKIN TRACKS
YOU PAY THE TAX
ILL COUNT MY RACKS
WHILE THAT BOY GET WAXED
THATS JUST THE GAME 
CUZ YOU A LAME
ITS SUCH A SHAME

DOSED UP READY TO GET BUCK ON ANYBODY WHO WANNA STOP ME
WHO YOU FUCKIN THINK IM NOT THE ONE YOU THINK YOU LUCKY
TEN TOES DOWN I DONT GOT TIME FOR PUSSIES WHO WANNA GO GET PETTY
CUT UP IN THE TRENCHES BANDANAS AND RAZOR BLADES OF PLENTY

ZETA OFF THAT FETTY 
MY LIFE IS DYIN STEADY
CANT ACT LIKE I COULD GIVE A FUCK
WHEN MY TIME COMES IM READY
THE FLOODGATES GETTIN HEAVY
IM FUCKIN WITH THE LEVEE
WAIT FOR HELL TO OPEN UP
BUT WONT GIVE PRAISE TO MARY

IM SEEIN SEVEN PHANTOMS EVERY TIME IM FUCKED UP DOWN IN THE GUTTER
CREEPIN THROUGH THE SHADOWS WITH A BLADE TUCKED UP UNDERCOVER
HELLBOUND BY THE RITUALS IM SENT HERE JUST TO FUCKIN SUFFER
OVERFLOW THE FUCKIN GAME AND WATCH THE MAGGOTS PICK THE LITTER

SEVEN

SEVEN (prod. SPHYNX)

Spotify

etchasketch

Prod. FALLEN
Lyrics and Vocals by Red Dot, III-SCAR, & Pleiades
Mixing/Mastering by Red Dot & III-SCAR
Cover Art by Red Dot

Dawn//Dusk

Dawn//Dusk w III-SCAR & Pleiades (Prod. FALLEN)

no cover art available

Lyrics:

You don't give a fuck bout this
I don't give a fuck bout that
These bitches are brats

Spoiled, corrupted
In need of these facts
I don't need your attention
I'll stay in the back

Dressed in black and discrete
I'm like mobbing the streets
Come up to me if you really want beef
I won't kill you I'll fuck you up 
Make you elite 
You don't know what I've been through
Don't know who I be

You don't give a fuck bout this
I don't give a fuck bout that
I hope you know that
I don't give a fuck where you at
Meet me in the back
Learn a lesson and a fact

Gizmo's taking a breath right now
You need to pipe down
You screamin but you speaking right now
I'm just doing what I like but it could turn right round
So I stay up every night it's to make a fight now 

Come and fuck with me but only if you want to
Hundred bitches wanna fuck me but I don't want to
You ain't see me if you lucky I don't really want you
Messing me just my g and he's teaching me kung fu

Come and fuck with me but only if you want to
Hundred bitches wanna fuck me but I don't want to
You ain't see me if you lucky I don't really want you
Messing me just my g and he's teaching me kung fu

Want You

Want You (Prod. Grigoryan)

I'm too cold
My pistol froze
The bullet slow
Whenever it rains
The clouds are low
I feel invincible
The earth
The dirt
The worms
They feed my soul
Now im just cursed
I feel no hurt
I feel rebirth

Blood is flowing from the gutters
It's me there is no other
The devil and my brother's
Smell of hell?
It fucking smothers
I guess it is no wonder
I wonder if my mother thinks of me
As I descend into leather
This De Ville is getting wetter
Guess I better check the weather
Gas and Dot and The Pretender
The collector of my tender soul
Surrender all I got
Cause I wanted to be better
I swear never thought end up in this seat with the devil

I'm too cold
My pistol froze
The bullet slow
Whenever it rains
The clouds are low
I feel invincible
The earth
The dirt
The worms
They feed my soul
Now im just cursed
I feel no hurt
I feel rebirth

Fillin my lungs with all his smoke
Gritting my teeth the haze is thick
Fuckin' with Yung Lu
Practice sin
Picking up bitches ya she wanna suck my dick
I wonder if mama proud of the man I became
Devil in De Ville
Chrome spoke
20 inch ride
1 road
Burning all the way to hell
Been dead already
Promise I will meet you there
Reaper don't break character
No faux
Sign away a part of my life every time I go
Noose around my neck
It's like a chain
A statement telling me you hate me
Every second feeling closer to the great lake
Flames blazing from the hood
Marking my name in blood
Death stood still
As I turn to soot

I'm too cold
My pistol froze
The bullet slow
Whenever it rains
The clouds are low
I feel invincible
The earth
The dirt
The worms
They feed my soul
Now im just cursed
I feel no hurt
I feel rebirth

The Reapers Passengers

ithoughtiwasokay (Prod. sorrow bringer)

I sit back watching it like a movie 
A mishap all of us losing  truly 
A wing snapped no freedom for the human
No freedom for the foolish Aint no taking choosing 
And what’s that is existing that confusing 
We bring back about nothing from future 
And that past might as well be tryna shoot  ya 
The sutures broken open and it’s seeming like it’s ova
 Young soldier soap will never know ya 
no sober so but fuck the soda 
Can’t show ya quite what I had owned a 
Chipped shoulda sold em I was colder 
Needed nothing but a motherfucking friend 
Looked in the mirror said u prolly gone be him 
Looked in the fear and said u know u don’t need em 
U know you all alone by the time you reach the end 
And that’s just how it’s been 
Always in the wind 
I been moving with my sins 
Tryna fuckin live the hardest part is always heart these feelings  in my midst 
All around in circles while the walls are caving in 
Oh they wanna hurtcha tryna come take ya lips 
Oh you on a search em go and find out for yourself 
See you’ll lose your mental lose your mind as well health

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