lyrics:

If life was a bitch I wanna kidnap her and throw her in my fucking basement
Stomp on her fucking throat and put a blade in her mouth asking if she likes the taste yet
Just to fucking blind the cunt so she can’t see what her fucking maker looks like 
And once she passes away I’ll throw a blanket over her and say good night

I won’t fear the fucking sirens so come and try me
Police outside the door but there’s no way they will find me
Let me fill a bottle of her blood and turn it to wine
Disappear into the sewers like I’m fucking Pennywise

My aggression is over the top
People are balloons by the way that they drop
Pop pop pop 
Goes the victim
Sob sob sob
For the victim

I’ve been fine but it’s just a facade
Acting alright around my squad
When really all I want is to be gone
Life’s a game of chess and I’m a pawn
Life’s a bitch that’s dead in my basement
Now everybody wonder where her face went
Now I serve everyone a glass of wine
That will taste like her demise
Fuck

I got murder on my mind
I hear voices all the time
There’s nowhere that I can hide
So I guess I’ll fucking die
And don’t you fucking cry
I deserve no tears ‘cause I am a monster
Yeah
My sanity said goodbye

I feel like I need to elaborate
So I’ll do it

If life was a bitch I wanna fuck her over like she did to me
They’d classify it as rape but she’d get away with the shit she did to me
So let me throatfuck the slut until she craves for air
But I won’t let her breathe because at this point I don’t fucking care

And I bet this song is sickening with how fucking depressed I am
I’ve tried to change and seek help but they won’t help me 
God fucking damn I’ve had it with this shitty fucking life
But I don’t want attention so I won’t cut my wrist with a knife and post it online
Alright?

I’ve been fine but it’s just a facade
Acting alright around my squad
When really all I want is to be gone
Life’s a game of chess and I’m a pawn
Life’s a bitch that’s dead in my basement
Now everybody wonder where her face went
Now I serve everyone a glass of wine
That will taste like her demise
Fuck

I got murder on my mind
I hear voices all the time
There’s nowhere that I can hide
So I guess I’ll fucking die
And don’t you fucking cry
I deserve no tears ‘cause I am a monster
Yeah
My sanity said goodbye

Thorns

Sanity (prod. CapsCtrl & Manget$u)

made a little over a year ago, forgot to upload it.
if you produced the beat, please let me know and I'll tag you in the title.

Funeral lyrics:

Vem fan är Funeral Fantasy?
Bust back 
Big bag
Searching for your bitchass
Red dot
Headshot
Coming with a drop top
Seeking the livid and living in a game of hopscotch
Search for belongings like the hoes and the guap
Okay today I’m done playing games
Suck my dick if you can’t face
The consequence of being lame
Left to hate a late gateway to fame 
Get ‘em with a scythe
Slice and then I dice
The reaper in disguise
Fucking with the lines and the bars that we write and the coke on the counter that’s mine
All the time
Three steps down
Look around
There’s a smile amongst the crowd
Make these bitches say “Wow.
Look how far you’ve gotten now
How?”

Slice And Dice w/ Young Bat (prod. ?)

IT BEGINS NOW.

lyrics:

Paint all of your effigies with the color of tragedies
I done made my enemies cower once I made ‘em see
The reason of a fantasy that could turn into travesty
Gotta go and best believe the bitch will have no legacy
‘lest the fallen wants to be something they could never be
Countered karma’s energy in vivid lucidity
The reason Funeral Fantasy is your king and majesty
Is because these wannabees never wanna fuck with me 

But I gotta stop ‘em quick before I lose my mind
I can’t let that fucking happen for the second time
I’ve dealt my cards, I picked the pot but it’s alright
I could go bust, let’s give it up for a toast of wine
Give it up

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while x2

It won’t rest for a while. x2

Paint all of your effigies with the color of tragedies
I done made my enemies cower once I made ‘em see
I’m the source of agony, I’m the corpse so maggoty
I’m the walls that’s casually swallowing your sanity
You fucking faggots haven’t seen a bastard living lavishly
Since I came out fashionably late, unlocked chastity
Keep your knees on the ground and your wits to yourselves
You won’t be fucking praying while you’re on your way to hell

But I gotta stop ‘em quick before I lose my mind
I can’t let that fucking happen for the second time
I’ve dealt my cards, I picked the pot but it’s alright
I could go bust, let’s give it up for a toast of wine
Give it up

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while x2

The madness, it spreads
Echoes and lingers, pain in your chest
Raise up your crest and pray to your God
Eden has fallen but not Babylon

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while

Check. x2

Mic check, one two, noose tied, kick the chair
Window panes fucking glare as the lifeless is there
For the world to see, happy as can be 
They’ve left the world for me, they’ve left their world for me
My deck of cards, no queens, no fair
They all fucking left once I showed what was left
Behind my mask, true face Sally Face
No case for the wicked who choose their own ways

But I gotta stop ‘em quick before I lose my mind
I can’t let that fucking happen for the second time

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while x3

The madness, it spreads
Echoes and lingers, pain in your chest
Raise up your crest and pray to your God
Eden has fallen but not Babylon

And I’m mad I’m up
Why can’t I just stay inside?
The madness I brought won’t rest for a while

14. madness brought (prod. deville)

I WORE YOUR NOOSE AS MY NECKLACE
APRIL 28TH.

lyrics:

If I had a second chance, I wouldn’t let it slip
I’d take my empathy and I’d throw it in the ditch
My heart turns to black as I turn a new leaf
And her soul leaves this world by the count of three
One, two, three, oh here we go again
Kneel before the Duke, I’m the king of many men
Pop a vein in vain
Remaining sane is a fucking game
I don’t wanna play this no more
Glorified death, tight cords
My throat is so sore
And what remains leaves in gore
As blood runs from each pore
I’m left a sight, eyesore

I soar to the skies
Rising above new heights
And I’m better than you’ll ever be.

Stop, drop and roll, motherfucker let’s get it
I ain’t gotta talk about pussy I’m getting
To prove I’m a beast off the leash, yeah I said it
And I’ll run it back just to send ‘em to heaven
Numb from the crack, what the fuck is an option?
I changed all my settings and sold ‘em at auction
We’re not the same, we’re born unequal
You happen to keep things in, I unleash my evil
Unhinged, intoxicated, yeah this a sequel
I had to fucking snap since your shit is fecal
I had to fucking snap for all my people
I had to fucking snap to drop the needle
In a sense my innocence is built upon my ignorance
The difference is all in the tone of my deliverance
I could fucking scream, I could cry, I could weep
And it still would have an impact if I cut real deep
But this isn’t insanity, this is just the breaking point
Everything is faded once you take a hit from the joint
The gods don’t anoint them since they disappoint
I’ll diss your points and pin my point 
Where’s the focal point?
You always blame it on the guilty when you made the buildup
Bloodthirst doesn’t come from nowhere motherfucker
I could take the fucking piss but I got cups to fill up
Bloodthirst doesn’t come from nowhere motherfucker
Man I’m riled up, this music shit gets me tense
Since I try to open minds of the dumb, of the dense
Does it work? It depends but I still got it
I’ve been fine since I dropped the needle, ain’t no time for stopping
Yellow flannels, I’ve gotten eights out of tens
And shit gets intense once you’re making m’s
I could crash the whip and still be a prophet
A sidewalk driveby, a pedestrian deposit

I soar to the skies
Rising above new heights
And I’m better than you’ll ever be.
And I’m better than you’ll ever be.

Black swans pilot seas
Grip the steeze, hard squeeze
Chokehold a former thief
Stole my heart and swept with the breeze
Debris in my hair, laying on concrete
Concrete evidence, come see, touch me
Fellow shadow friend, tell me what I should do
Give me suicidal thoughts like you did last June
RIP to Psychxc, myself and you
You killed your old self just to end me too
Spiraling out of control
Hellzone, welcome bullets to my dome
No soul will go untouched or broke
Shot, cut open, beaten up or choked
Yellow flannels, I’ve gotten eights out of tens
And shit gets intense once you’re making m’s
I could crash the whip and still be a prophet
A sidewalk driveby, a pedestrian deposit

9. pedestrian deposit (prod. kingxmags & tunga)

ALBUM TOMMOROW
HAVE ANOTHER PREVIEW.
I LOVE YOU ALL

lyrics:

Or maybe I shouldn’t care?
Fuck it.

Ain’t it funny how cocky men can turn into a dog pile of corpses within seconds?
Or how these cocky men don’t know they’re staring at a fucking walking weapon?
I reckon they’ll feel threatened by their own masculinity
Challenging insanity is a disaster, sheesh
Haven’t you learned to avoid the path of bigotry?
I’m standing with a trigger and my finger’s getting fidgety
Motherfucker I don’t bark, I fucking bite, ask the count
And you’re better than me? That there done filled me with doubt
Pussy come and test me, shit’ll get fucking messy
Kick your skull like a football like I’m fucking Messi

OH TEST ME
BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
COME TEST ME
YOU’LL PAY YOUR LITTLE PRICE
OH TEST ME
IT’S A SHAME, LOSING TIME
FUCKING TEST ME AND YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 
NO ENVY
ONCE YOU’VE REALIZED YOU ARE MINE
COME TEMPT ME AND YOU’LL PAY WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
MY DEADLY SKILLS WILL GET YOU IN THE NIGHT
SO TEST ME AND FUCKING RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

C’est la vie mon amie
The blandest seeds grow to fucking be
An entity fueled by greed 
The coldest beat to fucking bleed
Fuck you mean a need for speed?
It’s just how things will be
While lovers plea and haters seethe
While the post is what will deceive
The youngest ones who want to be
Just like the one’s on the TV screen
‘cause we love our celebrities
Celebrate their deeds and their shiny teeth
Bite on that truth ‘cause fuck your needs
Who fucking cares about your fucking week?
It’s all irrelevant in the current state
Fuck your state, your mental state, your state of being
Ain’t no way that we’ll give a shit about your relevance
When what’s relevant is what will be dead
A bastard’s truth, I settled it
Let’s settle this, let’s get to it
You’re a bunch of men wanting some m’s
But you’ll only pop once you open the fucking soda
Coming back, I’m so fucking over being sober

OH TEST ME
BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
COME TEST ME
YOU’LL PAY YOUR LITTLE PRICE
OH TEST ME
IT’S A SHAME, LOSING TIME
FUCKING TEST ME AND YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 
NO ENVY
ONCE YOU’VE REALIZED YOU ARE MINE
COME TEMPT ME AND YOU’LL PAY WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
MY DEADLY SKILLS WILL GET YOU IN THE NIGHT
SO TEST ME AND FUCKING RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

Yeah I’m bite no bark
Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark
You’re not fucking smart
You missed the fucking mark
This a walk in the park
My pain turns to art 
I’m the new Tony Stark
You bandwagon riders hold the handlebars
Yet you can’t fucking fathom to handle these bars
I’m up by the stars
I’m all up to Mars
I still got my scars
But I still go hard
Like a Sad Boi, Goyard
I go cross these yards
I’m doing my best playing these cards
Another fucking song where I still keep guard
Yet I wanna leave these damn pussies so scarred
Fuck

Run for your life hoe. x3

8. run for your life (prod. tunga)

lyrics: (soundcloud won't let me post all)

The name’s Chloë now, it’s nice to meet you kid
Let me tell you a story, so please listen
It has been about 6 years since I wanted to come out
Not sexually but mentally, figured I was done now
Pretending to be something that I fucking was not
Smoking cigarettes, drinking booze and what not
Then one day it dawned on me, I wasn’t myself
Took an early one way ticket straight to hell
Gender meant to defy was a waste of time
Since in the end it turns out my gender was a lie
My demise has ensued, Anton has passed away
There isn’t much left of him so to say
He wanted to dress feminine but Chloë is a woman
But I won’t push pronouns on you ‘cause whoo man
Ain’t that cause some ruckus with my friends
Saying I was different all along in the end
It was a thirst, I needed water and some time to think
Was I a feminine man, or a woman or a twink?
I could sink but I hope my family understands me
I don’t think they stand me but my friends stan me
A choker and a garter and the thigh highs socks
Was a reflection of Venus, oh wait, guess not
Since I can’t fully come to terms with my mother
And poor father doesn’t know about this
And another thing I failed to mention
It’s been an insecurity
My drug abuse is worsened, I’m struggling so to speak
I don’t smoke weed, I don’t pop pills
But my drug is gambling, got no money for this week
Spending habits getting worse and I need me some clothing
Been hard to sleep without taking Melatonin
I’m hoping for change, maybe I can be put in place
Go on and tell it to my face, tell me I’m a disgrace

Funeral was Anton but Funeral’s now Chloë
I hope you can accept that even if it’s unholy
I don’t blame this on religion but where’s God at?
All I got is shame right now and I don’t want that
But my sins go further, I committed a murder
I killed my old self just to get off the backburner
I don’t wanna burden people with my struggles
Make it magically disappear, oh wait, we’re muggles
I’m sensitive as fuck, it hurts to be a joke
Just ‘cause it feels like I’m about to choke
I’ve tried everything to get these thoughts out of my mind
But they come back every time, yeah they come back every time
Straight porn is not working, a bottom’s busy learning
That jerking off sucks and I guess I’m still hurting
I can’t relieve myself, there’s too much in my head
Suicidal thoughts whispering “Why aren’t you dead?”

And I said things would change and I would get better
I would get better, I guess not, no never
Dressed up in November, a skirt and a crop top
People staring at me, I wonder if I’ll get popped

22. chloë (prod. backdown)

lyrics:

Lord give me strength
Lord give me strength when
All of my ends are closing in on me
Oh please
Could you just leave?
I plea, for God, I plea
Oh God, save me 
Oh God, come and save me 

Been through many choices with quick thinking
Cruising, I’m a titan, nic got me sinking
Too hurt to be linking up with lovers undercover
No food for thought for the others, stay steady drinking
I’m not your savior or your killer, these are just thoughts
That I can’t keep inside, this is shit I done brought to the table
To keep inside a fable that I’m able to read whenever things get fatal
So rate all the options and tell me what you see
Anything with your clairvoyance, just please
Tell me you’ll see a good future for me 
‘cause I don’t believe that it exists for me
All I see is exits, I’m tired of me
Tired of being who I don’t wanna be 
But I gotta stay silent since nobody cares
I open up and I’m leaving ‘em scared
So I grew up quick and I bit my tongue
I can’t be a bitch so I shut the fuck up
And then I fuck up like the fuckup I am
Autistic piece of shit, a paradox, a scam
Took the wrong paths, grabbed the devil’s hands
Hooked on them oxys and xannies and damn
I wish I could quit but if I do, I’ve overdosed
I’m going over my dose, coke straight to the nose
Who the fuck knows if I’ll be alive?

Lord give me strength
Lord give me strength when
All of my ends are closing in on me
Oh please
Could you just leave?
I plea, for God, I plea
Oh God, save me 
Oh God, come and save me

Wasted and I’m sick of thinking sober thoughts
Sick of feeling like I’m lost, I should be getting gone
Death’s got a grip around me, I’m stressed but I guess you don’t care about me
Another pill goes down, weeee
We all fucking suck.
I’m sick of this rut, I’m a cunt but guess what?
I don’t give a fuck anymore, oh Lord
Where did I go wrong? 
Who’s my shield?
Who’s my sword?
Waking up late with burns on my chest
Cigarette butts and a mindstate depressed
I know I’m a wreck, I live in a mess
I haven’t cleaned my room since I was in check
Smoking and drinking, I’m not overthinking
These fuckers been sinking since I left their boat leaking
But I’m seeking a different path
I don’t wanna go down as one of them, man.
Goddamn.

Ayy. x3

AYY!

With a crowd of bitches thinking they’re above
They laugh at a coward until he pulls a gun
The son of a .38
A son of a gun
Reloaded and done now mercy’s begun
A judge’s death is the euphoria 
Multiple deaths later and he’s a warrior
I could go to jail if a hail of bullets rain down
Unveil and mail my pain to the senate of clowns
Look at me now

Look at me now.

19. for god (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

My infernal hell unfold
Live in the hate 
I do as I’m fucking told
Put everything at stake
The shadow that conform
Never asking for another day
I’m ready for the horde
Sling your swords 
Let’s play
The hell you perceive is a heaven to believe in
I need to keep my warmth even if I’m screaming
“Let it fucking rain, I need it cold, I need it now”
It’s just greed bleeding out so I can be the better man 
Down
Man down
It’s a fucking emergency 
I emerge with all the beings I was begging to not be
I leave the standards behind me to feed the monster they can’t see
I stare into the vacancies warping my damn reality
Losing control and building hatred.
Submerge in pain,
Be the maniac you’re making.
The violence you’re creating is an artform.
Don’t conform to their blessings.

Court session’s tomorrow
Gloomy hollow sky shines 
My sorrow has brought pain upon what I borrow
Booed by the far row and it’s
Fake smiles and false alarms
Police interviews
I’m scarred with a masquerade of people who don’t care but want to help
I could sell my soul if it meant I’d be well
What’s another penny for the wishing well?
A bottomless pit getting rich from my hell
I’m at the bottom with a rope to cope 
I hope this dope won’t hurt as much as those…
Pills.
I feel sick to my stomach
I could fucking kill someone if it meant I’d be safe
I can’t control fate

Feed the mouth that scream bloody marys and seethe
Bite your own tongue and rest in peace
Your arteries are nooses to use for these suicidal urgencies
They pick apart what you leave
Cut you open to spread disease you left inside your hollow empty body
Pray to your God but he listens to me
As I sin and I sin in the name of thee
Clay my brother please help me see the way of light down this cold and brutal street
Honestly I cannot seem to find a purpose even after setting free the weak 
But at the end of the week, we’re all bound to burn and leave.
She’s the one victimized.
Cancerous through demise as I expect from her lies.
Waste of my time 
A waste of my life
That’s why this world must burn.

Burn.
And glorify 
The burns.
Mortified.

18. burn (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

It started as a moniker
I was just a young teen
Fashionably dumb kicking rocks behind the scenes
Questioning the future, wondering where the fuck I’ll be 
In the next couple of years, will I go big and get the green?
I got a girl so far, or at least I had one
I got some friends, but some were fake so now they’re gone
I got daddy issues too, shit gave me PTSD
And so did she ‘cause she fucked me over completely, that’s the truth
Why the fuck is our youth encouraged to cheat on loyal dudes?
That shit sounds corny too but I just can’t care anymore, oh well
I’m tired of being so tired of myself
I’m already burnt out, I think I can handle the flames of hell
I’m already struggling with my discouraged mental health
I didn’t dig my own bottomless pit that I’m fucking stuck in
I need help but nobody cares to pick up whenever I’m calling
Mom came in, she wanted to talk, she asked if it’s the pills
She said she don’t recognize me anymore, so what’s the deal?
I’m stoic, I isolate myself too quick
I don’t wanna be a bother or get you bothered with the way I think
It’s just the fucking paths that life has led me down
I give my heart away just to see myself bleed out, wow.
They take my pain, they take all I say when I think out loud
And use that shit to torture me so I stay quiet now
But I care too much, wanna share too much, I ain’t there that much for you
‘cause I bled too much, I did too much, I can’t please everybody too
I’d save the world, but I can’t right now, I need to rebuild mine again
And get back that trust and that love and that feeling around my friends
Beyond the horizon.

Yeah
Beyond the horizon, there is some hope
Some ways left so I can cope
Burn old bridges, toss old ropes
Kick that chair and fucking go
Letting fucking go of the past is taking the better road

The past haunts me, I try to let go
So many things I kept secret will now be told
I was 14, at a party with my friends
Got drugged up, woke up the next day in bed
With this girl, buttnaked, did I lose my v-card?
I thought I said I wanted to keep it real hard
Until I find someone special one day
So we could fuck and I could feel great
But now it’s gone, it really hurts to speak out
I hate my thoughts, raped by an inhumane cow
I sobered up, I was gone, completely blacked out
I’m back now, and all I feel is shame, how?

There’s more.

Sexually harassed in the 12th grade
Dude came up, I was already not feeling okay
“You look good when you’re fast asleep”
It got to my head
Came up in the classroom right behind me
Choked him out and then the teacher came
He was fuming, he was mad
“You can’t choke someone!”
“Does it look like I give a damn?!”
“You can’t do that!”
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK MAN!”
I never came back after that.
I still went to school, but the soul within me had passed.
Sexually abused by a man and woman.

I’m still hurt.
It still hurts.
It will hurt.
But it’s fine.

16. beyond the horizon (prod. angelo imani)

lyrics:

Let’s dive into a mind
Youth troubled but it’s fine
On his feet, yeah he survived
No collision with the times
Even if the fucking tides
Changed the pattern of a rhyme
Hymn your psalms and pass right by
Hymn your psalms and pass right by
It’s the art of creating what cannot be so upfront
Up in front of these punks acting like bitches for fun
Oh so dumb the current age is 
Do you know what today is?
A premeditated murder I won’t condemn, blame the plaintiff
Let’s bet your fucking life and your savings on the others
Like a Show is ending but you’re still a Regular 
No wonder that you’re sick of all the cards when you can’t fucking hold ‘em, ay?
You’re the joker in this poker game, a straight flush down the drain
Oh wait, it’s 10 pm already?
Set ups ready, surveillance steady, let’s get readý for a hit
Hotel guard got suspicious, say hi to Dirty Harry bitch
Asking what is this?
My time to shine, I’m getting fucking sick
Music to my ears is the piercing screams of fear
32th floor love story about slaughtering my peers
I’m gambling with your lives, I think that I’ll go all in
Ain't no point in stalling, the inevitable calling
I gotta be honest, I wasn’t a fan of Jason Aldean
Country music ain’t my thing, I prefer the extreme
Looking for the next stream, the flow goes well when you bleed
Or lay there on the damn street, short of breath, welcome death

Enjoy your lives
Once you’re traumatized
Uh I got ‘em 
I shot ‘em 
I got ‘em 
I
I got ‘em 
I shot ‘em 
I got ‘em 
I 
I won’t be missed but who am I to be bothered by that fact?
That’s that
And I’ll be one with the earth
Deep down under the dirt
That’s a lesson never learnt
But I don’t care, fuck what you heard

Bullet rain x3

Bullets rain in Las Vegas.

Bullet rain x3

Bullets rain in Las Vegas.

15. bullets rain in las vegas (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

They’re gone.

The necklace won’t loosen, stuck in place
Mascara on my face running down the drain
Losing grip, where’s the label you put on me?
Oh here it is, found it deeply sewn into the seams
I’ve been in a noose since you called me a nuisance
Your beautiful face is now the same as everyone else’s
No distinct details to care about, nothing to love
Our last kiss should’ve been the barrel of the gun
‘cause I’ve been falling like Icarus after what you said
I relive every moment with newer flaws and worser skin
Every sin is a dagger and I’m used as a target board
The blackest of blood pours once you hit my pores
Every live show is now a game of wheel of death 
Except with miscalculation and moments you can’t forget
I feel like a disturbance, a burden in the wake
There’s no misconceptions, this isn’t just my brain

It’s facing the reality carved into their lies
A funeral fantasized with no loved ones to say goodbye
Nothing is safe, and this pain, it craves payback
Ever since you became an obstacle on the train track

Yeah.

No coming back, they’re gone.

Disfigured idiots is what your social cues attract
Ugly faces all around, they come tight in packs
Oh I can’t wait until the day you beg for mercy
No more drinks for you, the others are getting thirsty
Living in denial, getting drunk off of arrogance
But it’s the same old story about your negligence
Since you hid your red flags until the very end
I expected at least to be known as a friend

It’s facing the reality carved into their lies
A funeral fantasized with no loved ones to say goodbye
Nothing is safe, and this pain craves payback
Ever since you became an obstacle on the train track

I wish you were here.

13. an obstacle on the train track (prod. silentt_boy)

lyrics:

A Clockwork Orange dystopian world
Through the eyes of a Kubrick, we hurl
Ever since I done changed into a girl
Ever since I killed my old self in a caught up whirl
Diamond pearls around your neck
Is a quick way to drag yourself down yet
You pimp yourself out like a whore
So you look cool in jewelry stores

Or… x4

Or am I just ignorant for wielding a God’s power?
To pick who to kill and who to devour?
But to leave a taste in your mouth so sour
Is why I’ll make these peasants cower
Your pest and your best are left in a flood
I detest and digress, you’re a mess in the blood
No stress, but I’ll guess that you’re fucked
A slit throat later, found laying in the mud
Uh

The water sits still
As our reality crumbles
I’ve let out how I feel
Now that my demons are humbled
They’re crying for dead sons and daughters
Involuntarily slaughtered
Now it’s become such a bother
Walls are smothered, a goner, pray to the father
Amen.
Pray to the father, amen.
Pray to the father, amen.
Now I’m a wiseman on top of the hill
King of the hill, I came for the kill
My bright imagination speeds up this thrill
I got what I wanted but now I feel ill
No emotion is left, I don’t know how to feel
I’m so lost and all I got is these motherfucking bills
My greed tore me apart
So what’s the fucking deal?
Why do I squeal?
Somber moment gone in an instant
A shot in the dark turned distant
Violent sight in ultraviolet lights
Shadows coming to declare the night
Forever everlasting 
I’m never lasting this full moon
Full bloom gloom confirms my doom
I turned pathetic chasing a bad thought
It turns out I didn’t need what I got

Maybe I should’ve just fucking left.

7. kami (prod. tunga)

lyrics:

THORNS. x8

The cravings of the feeble sheep feed my growing anger
Can’t you feel the heat from Viscera Hotel Jennifer?
The storm is awaiting so let’s boil with those who tamper
You got shot so there’s no choking from the grip of a strangler
I did the world a huge favor by getting rid of the cancer
Can you hear them calling?
Maybe it’s time that we answer
Screaming..

THORNS! x32

Don’t worry
The performance goes beyond the fucking standard
You wish for the victim to leave when you’re the one guilty of the slander

HERE WE GO! x4

JENNIFER
WRATH HAS ARISEN
I’M SICK OF MY TWISTED VISIONS
OF BODIES BEING BURNED
MY INDECISIONS ARE THE CAUSE OF THE COLLISION
BETWEEN REALITY AND THE HARSH FICTION
BUT I’LL CARRY ON WHILE YOU ROT
MY BUSINESS HAS JUST BEGUN 
THE CURSE I’VE WRITTEN ECHOES IN THE DECAYED’S PRISON

THE THORNS HAVE ARISEN.

I’m not a specimen from alchemy but I got my magic tricks
Fuckers wanna run their mouths but not until I throw my bricks
Bitches wanna coverup but once I blow they want my dick
I’m hanging on like a suicide victim
UNTIL I’M IN A DITCH!
BITCH!
I’M NOT GONNA ACT RICH BITCH!
Got the third eye unlocked
Got you on lock
Locked and loaded
Take the shot
Drop drop drop
POP POP
Never gave a shit about no optimism
I’m imprisoned by own curse and words are getting used in visions
My mission was to state the admission of guilt
It’s built upon the crude acting of film
I’m ill from the thin and timorous discharge
I feel tragic like Icarus and this charge is getting heavier
I envy her
Managing to keep it together while driving my hearse
What is this verse?

You treat my thorns like porn
So I raise the fucking sword
And now I crave some fucking more
Here we go 
Here we go 
Here we x2

Fuck.
I better bring it up
Like customer service
I guess I’ll ring ‘em up
Started from the bottom 
I’ve still not given up
I’m not at the top but I won’t be feeling upset
I want to get there but yet
The crowd’s voices pierce my deeper inner screams of neglect
Once Jennifer got mad 
I decided to snap
I cocked back the gat and I let it blast
Let it go
Let trigger finger click
Let that hoe get blasted real quick
Let that hoe die like the bitch she is
You created who I am with your potions witch.

Which leads me to this
Your grave
Might just take a piss
Disrespect to the alchemist
Lived and died as a masochist
I’ll pass my fist into a pacifist
Like I pass my fire like a pacifier to these immature kids
In midst of all of this I think I just heard the fucking twist
I think they’re pissed

You treat my thorns like porn
So I raise the fucking sword
And now I crave some fucking more
Here we go 
Here we go 
Here we x4

Go.

Here we go x6

Sacrificial symbolism
Pray if you’re weak
Agitated altruism
Don’t care
Don’t speak
Artificial heroism
Okay let’s see
Fabricated criticism
That won’t face me
You’re lacking in your lyricism
Can’t you just please..
..quit it with your exorcism?
There’s no God that’ll tease his keys
If you let the demons weep.
You creep.

You treat my thorns like porn
So I raise the fucking sword
And now I crave some fucking more
Here we go 
Here we go 
Here we x2

1. thorns pt. 1 / here we go (prod. rxxxl)

surprise! working on "something special. enjoy this in the mean time.

Produced by capsized.
Recorded, written, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics: 

I’ll take a flock along the sands
To run away from the fallen lands
And please excuse the blood on my hands
Got stressed out in the later minutes, damn

We’re gonna need a better plan

The painless sights
A plane less right
A plainless life in planeless skies 
A stainless knife
I stained less, right?
A stain of mine turned to pantomime, oh my
Where’s the phantomime?
I can’t really find a cardiac arrest
So lock my heart up in a padded cell
Celebrate my death, cognac’s the best
Have another sip with the soul you sell
My friend, I think that you think a lot
So maybe it’s time that you drink a lot
Just drown the pain, forget the reigns
Grab the bull by the horns another day
My death is feign yet it entertains
The psychotic cloud in people’s brains
So let’s just say I’ve gone away
It’s easier to believe what’s fake

I’ll take a flock along the sands
To run away from the fallen lands
And please excuse the blood on my hands
Got stressed out in the later minutes, damn

Ha!
One two three four

Jump! 
Jump! 
Jump! 
Jump!
Jump off the fucking building! x4

I’ll rip off that stupid mask
Turn it into forgotten ash
With walls to smash and broken glass
I’ll die as mad as you think I am
Bullets to spare, wounds to inflict
I am a sinner you son of a bitch
A son of a serpent, serving the servants
Write down my verses, I’m burning the hearses

It’s mayhem out there
Yet you can’t help but stare
The camera glares
And the flash leaves no spares
Another photo and a goddamn video
For a shitty song they made in the studio

Old yeller, no teller, go getter
Better button up or write the suicide letter
Worn sweater, torn leather
In the fucking newsletter as a victim
Lost a game a chess ‘cause they were playing checkers
The Beggar of the Swans ended up in a lake
Drown themselves only ‘cause they cannot accept their fate
I don’t wanna waste my time with people who can’t face
Their own mistakes and own up to it in any single way
Born bastard, horned master
No plasters, get it faster
White rapper, go gather
Disaster, spell caster
Mismannered, trans banner
Trans bangers, lit glamour
No stammer, go hang her
Split her head with a sledgehammer
‘cause that’s what you’ll wanna do
So go ahead and do it too
Make my shattered head a bloody mess
I know that’s what you wanna do

I’ll take a flock along the sands
To run away from the fallen lands
And please excuse the blood on my hands
Got stressed out in the later minutes, damn

Ha!
One two three four

Jump! 
Jump! 
Jump! 
Jump!
Jump off the fucking building! x4

I’ll rip off that stupid mask
Turn it into forgotten ash
With walls to smash and broken glass
I’ll die as mad as you think I am
Bullets to spare, wounds to inflict
I am a sinner you son of a bitch
A son of a serpent, serving the servants
Write down my verses, I’m burning the hearses

It’s mayhem out there
Yet you can’t help but stare
The camera glares
And the flash leaves no spares
Another photo and a goddamn video
For a shitty song they made in the studio

NECK DEEP

pitter patter clickity clacks (prod. capsized)

In a world saturated by distortion, where reality itself seems to have lost its clarity and meaning, the only solace one can find is in the enigmatic figure known as Killjoy. In a society where truth is elusive, and authenticity is a rare commodity, Killjoy emerges as the beacon of unconventional joy. With a mysterious allure and a penchant for challenging the status quo, Killjoy embodies the rebellion against the artificial facades that dominate this distorted world. Through their defiance, they remind us that joy can still be found in the liberation of breaking free from the constraints of conformity and embracing the chaos of individuality. In the midst of this surreal landscape, Killjoy becomes the embodiment of the counter-narrative, inspiring others to question, disrupt, and ultimately find a unique sense of joy in the very act of resisting the pervasive distortion that surrounds them.

This was meant to be a bonus track on "i wore your noose as my necklace" but I didn't see it fitting on there. So, here it is.

The Melancholic Sounds of Your House Burning Down, Hellfire Waltz .45, by Funeral Fantasy

PILLBOX, THE ALBUM. 15TH DECEMBER.

lyrics:

Let's crack some jokes to numb the pain
By the way I reel ‘em in you can call me a master baiter
By the way I beat ‘em quick you can call me a masturbator
Cya later, the eraser erase her fuck a hater
I land a blow so hard it’s a motherfucking crater
Served like a waiter
Bitch I wager a good wafer you can’t do the shit I did
With a 100 lonely goons and a couple bucks to win
Better pay the debt or in debt you’ll sell your soul
To collect what has been owed and the devil laughs in woe, whoa
I’m so fly my bars got wings like a fucking aeroplane
Aerial assault on paper like an origami paper plane
And on paper you’re so lame
It’s honestly such a shame
How the fuck someone like you ended up so deranged
The range of my vision goes beyond just you see
I knew that I was gifted, learned to read when I was three
And a built a city of my own at the age of five
Just to destroy it and let you walk on Legos ‘til you die
Suffice for the lil things ‘cause I was born to die a queen
While you were born to sing tone deaf queefs hopelessly
You can’t lower the bar like it’s a game of fucking limbo
I’ll drop your ass so hard you get stuck in fucking limbo
I’ll wear a fur coat just to mock your little fetish
Offline you keep pretending you don’t use people ‘cause you’re selfish
I could sell fish to an ocean with my fucking flows
While you dive into the deep end and create tsunamis hoe
That’s a fat joke you bloke
No wonder you’re broke
The only time you got dough was when you lost hope
You walked on a tightrope and now you’re stuck declining
I recommend a noose, wear it right and fucking tie it
Try to educate me when you ain't got education
You dropped out of school to try and change the nation
Nobody knows you now, you had your time with fame
So you’ll be left with shame becoming a no name
Jacked up now you get jacked in the box
Pop out like surprise like a jack in the box
Ripper like I’m Jack, I done came out the lot
Might rip her like that if you try to come back
Done snapped, buck back, that’s facts, that’s that
Top that if you can but you won’t get shit fam
Got racks on the plaques that you wished you had
And a bitch in the back, might smack that ass
Try talk to my friends and you won’t see the light again
Aspirin won’t help the headache that I’m offering
You’ll be hovering just to descent into that fire pit
That’s it, so talk shit and you’re bound for a hit bitch
Check the hit list, you’re the lucky one on it, shit
Let me know how the bottom of my shoe tastes
Strangled with a shoelace ‘til you turn to blue face
Left in an alleyway looking like what you are, a mistake
Eraser erase her
Erased erased her

PILLBOX

PILLBOX DECEMBER 15

ERASER ERASE HER (prod. Michael Mars)

PILLBOX, DECEMBER 15TH.

lyrics:

Whoa whoa
I’m coming back in and I’m bouncing like betty
I’m ripping the shackles 
I’m strapped and I’m ready
Demise will be plenty 
The system crash sent me
You cannot repent me
I’m already dead see
I’m thrown to the dead sea
I know where the dead be
I lurk like the dead be
Graveyard machete
Shells spread out like some fucking confetti uh

Pop pop popped like your pops pops some popcorn
Stop stop drop dead on the floor or 
Poe poe poe the raven goes nevermore hoe
Whoa whoa whoa, I got this shit on lockdown
I got you quarantined like a lockdown
Ain’t no escape when the locks down
A glimpse of demise when we lock eyes
I’m strong as shit like I’m Popeye
People fiend for me like Popeyes
Sometimes it’s hard to come by another misfit with a .9
That hates everything wants to die
How humorous you are online
I could never give a fuck about pussy that’s irrelevant
It’s cost to the lot, we’re reaching the top
Yeah I said, I get it, motherfucker I ain’t gonna stop
Your bitch gave me top and your friends get me guap
And I don’t give a fuck ‘bout a pussy or opp
Numb from the shocks, I’m riding the wave
‘cause I got the flow
Yeah I got the juice, yeah I got the dough
Yeah I got the m’s, put ‘em on the stove
You pussies back out, I blow backs out
Came running in, came out with a cash cow
M’s in the bank like a piggy got filled

Whoa whoa 
I’m coming back in and I’m bouncing like betty
I’m ripping the shackles 
I’m strapped and I’m ready
Demise will be plenty 
The system crash sent me
You cannot repent me
I’m already dead see
I’m thrown to the dead sea
I know where the dead be
I lurk like the dead be
Graveyard machete
Shells spread out like some fucking confetti 

Cops dismantled magazine loaded
I’m potent I’m hoping you’re there
Choking loathing the consequence
Nonsense in the script unfolded
I’m holding on
Contracts I’m splitting it no tracks I’m killing it
Death first I’m living in a simulation 
Thicker skin package delivering
One shot a different sin one take of vicodin
Lay down let him in let him in
Devil please shed my skin
Devils in let’s begin
Chin up they’re gonna win
Chin up and let your sins
Pave a path for when everything crumbles in that fragile mind of yours
Knock knock better lock your door 
I'm coming up knock knock
Coming through your pores
Yes I'm coming up knock knock
Trigger in your face what a pretty waste
Knock knock better lock your door and get out my way

Lock your door x16

Whoa whoa 
I’m coming back in and I’m bouncing like betty
I’m ripping the shackles 
I’m strapped and I’m ready
Demise will be plenty 
The system crash sent me
You cannot repent me
I’m already dead see
I’m thrown to the dead sea
I know where the dead be
I lurk like the dead be
Graveyard machete
Shells spread out like some fucking confetti 

Oh you thought I was done?
Maybe I am or I’m not
You thought I was done?
Well unlucky you punk

It’s so fucking hard to see any good in humanity
When I want to kill a reason birthing my fucking reality
I need a rain check
This rain is giving me more painless drugs to take
More medicine for me 
I need more medicine to kill all the feelings deep within me
Take me out, take me out
I’ll bring flowers if you snap my neck my paranoia escalate
Visions of her death is the perfume it’s smells so good
Turn me off, turn me on reset my fucking brain
Get me drugs, take me out, get it now?

THE PERFECT VILE FIT (prod. SAMKO PRODUCTION)

PILLBOX DECEMBER 15TH

lyrics:

Rally round your family!
‘cause you ain’t coming back!

You speak of contradiction but you believe in it
Another misfit to take a torch and beat it
Be the beast, it’s hard not to keep it
All to yourself
All to yourself
So pretend and pretend and pretend you’re a hero

You spit blood in the face of your people
You spit blood in the name of the equal
You spit blood in the face
You spit blood in the face of your people
You spit blood in the face
You spit blood in the face of your people

Gargantuan garbage, walking white trash
Let’s see if you can stomach the conqueror of your land
At your hands is another fallen gun
So pull the trigger and get the job done
Mop the floor and pretend and pretend and pretend you’re the fucking hero

You spit blood in the face
You spit blood in the face of your people
You spit blood in the name 
You spit blood in the name of the equal
You spit blood in the face
You spit blood in the face of your people
You spit blood in the name 
You spit blood in the name of the equal

Ain’t that a son of a gun right there?
Twitching with the trigger to learn a lesson
Hide behind your desks and run when you can
You drop like flies for someone who can’t teach ya
To pretend you’re a hero
To pretend you’re a hero
You’re nothing but scum to the land
Playing God with a strap

Deed done
Police come
Rally round your family!
Preparing suicide
‘cause you ain’t coming back!
I think I hear ‘em

You spit blood in the face
You spit blood in the face of your people
You spit blood in the name 
You spit blood in the name of the equal
You spit blood in the face
You spit blood in the face of your people
You spit blood in the name 
You spit blood in the name of the equal

Ain’t that a son of a gun right there?
You spit blood in the face 
Twitching with the trigger to learn a lesson
Of your people
Hide behind your desks and run when you can
You spit blood in the name 
You drop like flies in the face of a hero
Of the equal
To pretend you’re a hero
You spit blood in the face 
To pretend you’re a hero
Of your people
You’re nothing but scum to the land
You spit blood in the name 
Playing God with a strap
Of the equal

Pretender! x12
Fucking pretender!

PRETENDER (prod. Madatracker)

FINAL PREVIEW TRACK. PILLBOX DECEMBER 15TH.

lyrics:

It’s funny how I’ve moved on yet I’m still hurt by these things
The way the mind works doesn’t really sit with me
I’m honestly running short on empathy
So I’m sorry if I seem iffy, it isn’t you, it’s really me
Mh beats, played the piano, set the keys
And now I will relieve a burden I kept deep
I empathize and support the best I can
Yet I’m still being fucked over by my closest man
Their actions hurt too much ‘cause it all went south
Years gone awry and a sour taste is left in my mouth
Such as the bitter taste of the one worded question, how?
How did this come to be?
Was it the sense of feeling pleased or the tabs of LSD?
Was it smoking all that weed that made ‘em lose it?
They haven’t paid the debt and the friends are stupid
Recklessly I stayed knowing nothing could’ve changed
All because my bestest friend was too nice and let them in
I hoped they would get a grip if I told ‘em ‘bout their shit
But really all that did was make ‘em manic and that’s it
I know some that send the money, just a small loan
Then it became more and more now 500 bucks are afloat
Somewhere else in someone else's pocket
Wasted on drugs to profit the greediest of markets
I feel bad for you Marcus
You got betrayed by this man with fat fingered hands
Who spent all that cash to give nothing back
And when someone else snaps, he writes another track
To make those on his side stampede on the innocent man
Pot calling the kettle black
Trying to fuck over a relationship over a role, goddamn
At this point it isn’t sad, it’s really just a mess
I knew this would come to fruition even if it was just a guess, I digress
‘cause now I’m dressed in a dress and I’m glad
That the closest ones I have can no longer be sad
By the actions of this man with no limits or control
Getting drunk and wanting to be in the pants of a 14 year old
The response was “It doesn’t matter”
I felt so betrayed so I cut the chatter
Tried to make it make sense but he wouldn’t understand
So I snapped and pushed him back with my ugly hands
I’m a reckless bully apparently
The jokes that we cracked really wasn’t their humor
So now they get mad and the anger is stuck in my head like a fucking malignant tumor
We opened up a can of worms and now we truly see the hurt
The damage made got to us, got under our skin
Like tapeworms.

LIKE TAPEWORMS (prod. MH)

lyrics:

Filter out the trauma loop 
These circus goons come tripped on shrooms
Afternoon drug trip to doom to consume gloom that waits to bloom
Just look at you yes little you
You think you’re tough when you got ‘em tabs
Narcissistic scumbag

One two fuck you three four get floored
Five six misfits seven eight death hits
Nine ten pig pen you won’t be missed men
Eternal collapse a collage of my wrath
Fuck who’s this who’s that who’s what guess what
You’re gone eternal collapse riot
I am eternal collapse shady dying
Fuck who’s this who’s that who’s what guess what
You’re gone eternal collapse riot
I am eternal collapse shady 

Set the calendar to past no one’ll remember what you were
All the shit we let us pass showed true colors of the worm
You are but a curse absurd a millisecond from demise
Spinal cord snapped and collide this state of mind you won’t survive

Filter out the trauma loop 
These circus goons come tripped on shrooms
Afternoon drug trip to doom to consume gloom that waits to bloom
Just look at you yes little you
You think you’re tough when you got ‘em tabs
Narcissistic scumbag

One two fuck you three four get floored
Five six misfits seven eight death hits
Nine ten pig pen you won’t be missed men
Eternal collapse a collage of my wrath

Sometimes it seems the water shifts to red
While another balloon floats right over it
I might be sick in the head
Or is there a corpse at the bottom of the fish's den?
Xephyr, I’m losing grip ‘cause I feel like my beat is dead
The heart is cold, and my soul feels like it’s bled
Bleeding out my feelings loud with a pen to the paper
See you later alligator, the water’s my worst maker
Wicked games, I know changing shape, I know
Time and space unknown: why's your face yellow? Do you feel ill?
Is it the stench? Is it the blood?
Sit on the bench and puke your guts out friend
I promise you that this will end now
Shit will end now shit will end now
Is it over yet? Is it over yet? Is it over yet?

One two fuck you three four get floored
Five six misfits seven eight death hits
Nine ten pig pen you won’t be missed men
Eternal collapse

ETERNAL COLLAPSE (prod. Def X)

lyrics:

Take me back in 7 months
Asking what the fuck is up
I’m floating, I’m still going
I’m never giving up on luck
My life’s a gamble, I can’t trust
Dry pale cunts doing some stunts
So crash your cars and ride your bikes
I won’t even try to give a fuck

‘cause I done killed myself and changed my pair of glasses

Run it, don’t stop
Tar in my lungs is all that I got
But I’ll take the shot and I’ll reach the spot
Climbing the ladder ‘cause I got a lot
Get got, red dot, headshot, get dropped
Running it back because I cannot
Stand the sight of you reppin’ like a mascot
Stand the sight of you reppin’ like a mascot
My life’s a time warp, it’s always a new timezone
Wake up at 11 pm, get the right mind so
I can spit what I know
Fuckers need a line, a code.
Fuckers need a line of coke
And all I need is what I owe
Left permanent tracks in the snow.

Take me back in 7 months
Asking what the fuck is up
I’m floating, I’m still going
I’m never giving up on luck
Shaken up and I’m lost
Far beyond the right cost
Addicted to my sanity like I got a lot to lose
But I ain’t been in my own shoes
I haven’t walked a mile in pain
I’ve lied in this bed that I made
Why am I insane?
Go on and tell it to my brain
Faded fade to black

Bury the sadness in the madness.

PERMANENT (prod. neverforever)

lyrics:

Funeral
Enlighten me and show me what you can do
Show me what I cannot do please just please do you
Motherfucker talking trash inside their body bag
Dare to speak that smack when your body’s bagged
Act so mad profoundly sad best the man with the gat
Slap the hand that feeds crap to the lack of substance damn
I could shape the tidal wave by the way I ride my flow
Your ship sees darker seas a kraken could uphold
Breathing in all that toxic ‘til your coil’s burned
Intoxicated swirl try to convict the world
The girl does it better the girl does it clever
The girl got berettas pointed back at sender
Return to slender or stay packing all that fat
You ever seen a fuse light from a fucking gat?
Convinced I’m not a fag by the way I act?
You shivered in fear when you’re alone with a man
So who are you to tell me I don’t know my identity?
When you play a part, being a living liability?
Abilities controlled the swerve a dead man's curl got the pearls
Pearlescent rarity, my bars so hard they twist and twirl
Convinced you’re down to ride, serving up some gray earl
The only ride you ever had was a bitch doing cowgirl
Look for plenty g’s, well I got about three son
Try to toughen me when you denied a threesome
Was it because you know that you can’t satisfy two people?
That’s why mommy daddy left knowing you’re a horrid sequel?
Grasp what you can’t get and fuck off with your shit
The only hits you’ll get are bruises on your stomach bitch

It’s mad how the closest you thought were glad
Had to become such a sad state of man
Antagonizing folks then play a pacifist
Let’s see how pacifistic you are after I pass my fist
Into your face you damn disgrace
Why the fuck you act this way?
Can you stop with all that talk when you can’t walk the walk?
I’m afraid this burden stalks after a take of adderall
I can’t handle it all, I became a witness to their fall

I’m not good for it all.

MARK BY PROXY (prod. GOGA)

lyrics:

The boys want a picture semi semi go and figure
I could only take a pic with haters if I show the finger
Got that trigger you can’t scratch a millimeter certain snap
So the next hole I’ll go crack won’t be a glory on the map
The only hole you’d crack is a gloryhole with crack
And I know I’ll make ‘em crack if I make another track
Semi semi go and figure what I’m saying in a second
First place is occupied but go ahead and place 2nd

Packet loss packet loss packet loss packet loss 

Packet loss with static symptoms
Herald lingers trigger fingers
Pop one like a bottle of champagne
First place is awarded champ’s pain
Ceremony crashed by damp rain
Looking for an autograph of my name oh wait
We don’t even have those I can’t even write those
I’ll doodle you a cyclone and call it a day folks
Android mind said die clones you could stick to iPhone
Take whatever you can get ‘cause soon you’ll be a cry 
Ghost.

WHATEVER YOU CAN GET (prod. What about me?)

lyrics:

Laugh at my face
Laugh at a disgrace
Laugh all the way down to the grave 
Laugh in shame and say the name
I’m a goddamn waste
Cloth fold pure white bloodstain
Okay zenith fuckers watch my wrist cut
Been done a long time ago I’m sick of
Finding a replacement when I can replace myself
It ain’t well of me to dwell when I can be in hell
Thoughts too heavy they’re overweight
Got 180 pounds of heavy shit inside my fucking brain
Ain’t no fucking way I’ll come down for a fade
If I can fade away, I’ll try, don’t worry, it’s okay 
Impossible for nothing to happen
Yappin voices dancing in my head, let’s get it clacking
Let’s get it clacking

Let me jump let me jump
Let me jump off the edge
Depressing thoughts turn relevant
Prevalent noises become lead
Let it blow let it blow
Let it blow off my head
Scarce with my writings
One sentence next to death
I can sit in a desolate room for hours on end
It all depends on where I’m at again
Why can’t I trust anyone without any issues?
Tearful waterfall drain my fucking tissues
Siphon the water siphon the salt

Hahaha-ha 
Hahaha-ha
Hahaha-ha
Hahaha-ha
HAHAHA-HA

Siphon the water siphon the salt
Siphon the water hide the assault
Siphon my horror drain what is gone
Laugh like cowards laugh ‘til I’m gone 
Siphon the water siphon the salt
Siphon the water hide the assault
Siphon my horror drain what is gone
Laugh like cowards laugh ‘til I’m gone 
Siphon the water siphon the salt
Siphon the water hide the assault
Siphon my horror drain what is gone
Laugh like cowards laugh ‘til I’m gone

SAMPLED SURROUND (prod. MORXK)

lyrics:

Soulless solace sold less 
I’m mold and progress is nonsense
No sense in a verse yet
Holdin’ on 
No controlling in motion
Notions and potions mix with my focus
I’m hopin’ for change
Totems folded unspoken motives
Who am I?
A broken maniac in a lost locus
Death to glorify what’s unborn
Reborn to bloom in the thorns
Horns of devils adore the rebels
Torture turns to porn oh the gore
Wait and see you’ll get it soon
Out of the womb to enter the tomb
Let them consume what’s not news
A pregnant snake and servants nude
Slaves to salvation of lies in the truth
Plagued with frogs it’ll rain on you
Skies dividing rapid declining
I’m not trying anymore
Souls are dying quick with lining with a trail left to the horde
Punk slumberfest gratified dopamine satisfied
External performance with the flies
When I die vomit me when I die vomit me when I die vomit me when I die vomit
Mortar turns the bitch up into putrid vile gush
A holy spirit to combust like no one has ever done
Yuck this stuff is sick as snuff
What would you call this shit punk?
I’ll pass out punked
Throw me into the trunk and leave the engine on
Fuck me up fuck me 
Beatdown mesmerize anemic manics 
Incoming frenzied panic as shit fucks up
Lock your doors, tell ‘em what’s up
Beatdown mesmerize anemic manics 
Incoming frenzied panic as shit fucks up
Lock your doors, tell ‘em what’s up
Fuck ‘em

BEATDOWN (prod. CHIEFJAC)

lyrics (soundcloud won't let me post all): 

Get what I want when I need to
Get fucked if I need to fuck when I need to
Disjointed V2 take the pill drop the needle
Creep like the weevil 
Hysteria cite evil feeble attempt at a sequel
Thank god that’s over, have a nice life
Fucking arrowheads
Thank god that’s over 
Thank god I’m sober
Nice life rejoice disconnect like a drunk’s voice
Let’s make some noise
You are but a flesh automaton
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Get it on

Submissive little bitch acting nosy like a prick
Stuff yourself soft ‘cause you aint getting dick
How the fuck do I contemplate?
Getting that dough and mocking the phase
Raspy voice turbulence creep out the gate
What did you expect me to fucking say?
The creek drown the lot
My sheep serve the pot
No sleep on the job
Get back or get shot
No stash for the opps
I bash what I got
I flash all the drops
Cold cash in depots, what?
Getting back on the surface like I’m killing the serpent
Now run little servants, you’re serving no purpose
Getting caught up like some fish in a net
I get what I get, I’ll take what I get sket
Fuck who’s this who’s that
Mass like a wombat no rush compact
Let’s make some noise
Nice life rejoice disconnect like a drunk’s voice
You are but a flesh automaton
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on

Frisky sipper dipper risky
Shiver quivered little freaky piece of flesh
Let’s get fucking busy
Frisky sipper dipper risky
Liver filled her with that whisky
Lift that fog before it’s misty 
Rest
Look at the mess we’ve made
Drop in celebration like some plates
Sound drowned in distortion
Canceled out, a tone abortion
No remnant can be left of a bitch who can’t control it
Imma lose it like the dudes on Snap you’re ignoring
Pure comedy.

I’ll take what I need to
Get drunk if I need to, run when I need to
Get what I want when I need to
Fucked if I need to fuck when I need to
Disjointed V2 take the pill drop the needle
Creep like the weevil 
Hysteria cite evil feeble attempt at a sequel
Thank god that’s over, have a nice life
Fucking arrowheads
Thank god that’s over 
Thank god I’m sober
Nice life rejoice disconnect like a drunk’s voice
Let’s make some noise
You are but a flesh automaton
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on

Dropped that tab
I’ve marked my hits

Fucking arrowheads arrowed heads and severed ends
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
Fucking arrowheads arrowed heads and severed ends
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on
I don’t give a fuck bitch ‘cause I’m out of time
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, fucking arrowheads
I need to watch where I’ll be stepping next time
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, fucking arrowheads

Dissecting the talisman like it’s a common man
Uncommon autopsy spy on them other damn
Left in the fucking dam with bullets and barbs and 
By the looks of things was kicked by a spartan
So keep it 300 or the arrows will rain
Descendent of jotunn that pave the hate
Risk of my brain spilling insane thoughts in the game
Burn my membrane
Copy the chip and create a mirage
Of the common old flexes, bad bitches and cars
And make up my art with AI for start
To start a new order to alienate all
Let the head with the thorns shaped like some horns
Turn to the giant with flames of a lord
Upon a sword best holy unknown
The gods better cry once I let it blow

ARROWHEADS (prod. lail_h0)

lyrics:

I’m what the fuck happens
Broken sock and buskin mask
Uncentered I cut the parallel
Have you ever heard the song of a premeditated suicide?
Cherish what you got, friends and family only reason I’m alive
Pills crushed like my heart is
Bottomless pit sinking ocean
Thalassophobic, I feel myself drown
Down the funeral gown
Ancient symptoms I’ve heard the tales
Greyer clouds and bleaker fields
Grass is green but melts to tar
Hands from dirt reach to drag you far
How the fuck I’ve lived so long?
Have you ever heard the song of a premeditated suicide?
I fucking hate everything.
Fuck you, fuck this, fuck that, fuck every little thing
I said it!

You’ve never seen what I got to see
Witness dreams to calamity
Another body anoint to bleed
Cut off like surface faced fiends cracking jokes
“I ain’t ever seen a bloke like you
Screw your frown off, no one cares ‘bout you”
I’m mere but a phantom, I’m already dead
Phallic satyr scoffs
“You will never be her. You won’t get what you want.”
I’m what the fuck happens

Counted sheep from the trail
Avoid at risk but no avail
Drowning further bottom floor
Way more blue the sky abhors
Common whores at common stores
Stutter my name once I leave
You ever wake up ready to do the deed?
I can’t fucking wait until I’m buried six feet deep
Have you ever heard the song of a premeditated suicide?
I fucking hate everything.
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Grimest smiles before me dies
Siphon tears to water mine
All down the drain it goes
Down the drain just like my soul
Cherish what you got, friends and family only reason I’m alive

I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING (prod. lail_h0)

Oldie from 2022 got a glowup. One of my favorite tracks I've ever made is finally getting the tuneup it's always deserved on my birthday and it's 2 year anniversary. Happy 21st birthday to me and thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out


Talking about guns but you can’t pack a load
You try make hits hoping to become a GOAT
I put out hits, I don’t follow your road
I’m a different breed so stop with the gloat 
Welcome to the show
Take a seat for the ride
I’ll take your photo so spare me your smile
Government ID says you’re a bitch
I see why
I see why you’re the one crying wolf for a like
Raise up your weapons and get ready for war
Rushing with UK raining blood on the floor
The floor of the world is soaked in the red
Piles of dead bodies
I hope that you’re next
It’s a warzone outside
I’m coming in strapped
Volvo 240 ready
My seatbelt’s strapped
The crowd’s gonna laugh until they see a gat
Then they fear for the life that they just done had

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out

Shit’s not what it seems
It’s all fake for the scene
It’s a part of the act and that’s a fact
Not everything is like what you see
And that goes deep like me six feet deep in a slumber sleep
My heart is broken
I can hear it weep
Distant cries with a spice of ties that didn’t bind together my life
‘cause I wish to die some time soon 
Too much of a pussy to tie the noose 
Too much of a pussy to avoid the booze and die sober ‘cause what will that do?
My state of mind is beyond paradise
As I’m paired aside amongst parasites
I cannot decide
Do I want to keep my insanity inside or just let it out into the wild?

I’ve cursed it
They heard it
I’m done with the yearning
Hurting inside while the curtains arise
The sun stares deep into my eyes
Blinding light separating night
The day is nigh and I’m so high
Risperidone, why did you make me blind?
Blind me from the present in front of my eyes
Numbing the pain
It’s working but I haven’t tried anything else
It’s not right

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out

Get fucking out
Get fucking out
Get fucking out
Get fucking out

I’m the corpse in the centerfold
Breaking the mold so I was told
I’m still staying cold ‘til the day I die
I’m sick of gimmicks
That shit’s getting old
I’m done
Gimme the risperidone
Unlucky me I’m not Fortunate, Son.
Satan’s in my head
Get fucking out
Satan’s in my head

Risperidone (prod. JBAR)

shoutout @istasha for producing and inspiring this crazy track

lyrics:

Concrete walls
Put a bitch up for torment
Archives of nothingness left in distortion
Portions of potions mixed up with ibuprofen in an orange casket
It’s pouring out now
Now the poison will have no effect on the process
But the cost of the oil is something we can’t ignore and
Shhh...
Silence
Do you hear the violence in the distance?

Two windshield wipers brawling like bitches
Scratched to the surface;
A premonition
Anaphylactic reaction to the trash they’re spitting
Fuck
Lost in translation
You’re taking the crumbs like a duck
Fuck
I have no mouth, and I must scream
Obscene
Compound for Nimdok
Get it cut
Fuck
I’m out of luck
What

Anemic like demons that come through the ceiling
Keep on asking ‘em
What do you want?
Crawl in your own skin and wait until I get lost
Darkness evolves as your imagery is flawed

Paint me an effigy
See if I care
Footsteps are chasing the demons in despair
Restless
Just hoping for change I swear
Lured in by the spiders in their web
Find ‘em lurking inside your hair
It doesn’t matter
Come
Take ‘em to my lair
Ignorant like the pathetic doctrinaires
Infected air particles spread in these hard times

Love curse
Head gone since long ago

APPROVAL OF THE INDECISION (prod. ISTASHA)

idk

lyrics:

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BREAK!

How about another joke Murray?
No I think we've had enough of your jokes
What do you get?
I don't think so
When you cross?
I think we're done here
That's it
A mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?
Call the police jean
I'll tell you what you get
Call the police
YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE!

yougetwhatyoufuckingdeserve (prod. CRAZY DEMXNS, COLE THE KING & MYSTXRY)

changes are coming.

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