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@heavensnight0

skinwalker
na2as christ from out the manger
pitfall into the grave from out the cradle
like when she spread for me like wings
look like an angel
head down this precipice
don't put your life in danger
not tryna let us in... knock like the strangers
dance w the devil, it’s just me
takes 2 to tango

it's the one plus one
it ain’t no second rate
last of the dying, black attire
look like heavensgate
all your anxieties combined
it make your belly ache
phantom menace
killing em softly over wet terrain
hoe cut the shit
we stand on top just like a wedding cake
can see intention in my eyes
she call me leather face
she eat the couch & screaming out bout how the leather taste
center stage
in real time until the end of days
grave

desecrate
(etarcesed)

CRADLE 2 THE GRAVE [PROD. HEAVENSNIGHT]

Wait feat. Ben Buck

pickin rot up out your brain
shittin out his mouth get changed
busy tryna run lip, really upset
cuz his bitch just wanna stalk my page
really I just want my payment
play, his internals falling like rain
and skin turn rotten like mange
& ensure you to die when I aim

dead at your dome
paint everything blood red at your home
nothing left of em
exit wounds from your head to your toes
just setting the tone
destro, your head fulla chrome
the arm metal
tryna arm wrestle, rip flesh off the bone

run from this heat
bitch shut the fuck up don’t speak
gum bump get beat
and cut the tongue from his cheeks
bloodsucking freak

DEADATYADOME

Almost There

Olive (feat. Zelooperz)

The Yapper Bunker - Fart

Demos Sound Better;

Minimally mixed and lightly mastered, these recordings capture the essence of each moment spent going back and forth between a laptop and a microphone. With time and overall capacity being a common hinderance for the average person, sessions like these emanate an idea.

Demos sound better, than nothing.

Produced by BLANCO, Waterboy, Aiden Lair

Stuntman

@heavensnight0

riding w it
shit get Road Wild
bug ridden, pussy mudslinging & get hosed down
chop, chop
add 2 the fire, shit gon go south
last of the dying
this bitch looking like a ghost town

flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
it ain’t windchill
flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
I can’t sit still

I can't sit straight
hysterical when I blackout- not for display
board the windows for we crack down every which way
we go hammerhead & turn this glass house 2 fish tank
here’s your big break

lambs for the slaughter, moment of silence
new camcorder for all this video violence
New Jack- carve at your arteries, I’m the violinist
might do em grimy, nosediving

bitch it’s a man down
dropping shit like ten pounds
highlight where they texting shit and press down
nightlight go fluorescent, leave you stressed out
my files so forensic, don’t get x’d out

riding with it
bitch we Souled Out
catch serpents in grass lurking, they get mowed down
chop, chop
add 2 the fire, shit gonna go south
last of the dying
this bitch look just like a ghost town

flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
it ain’t windchill
flies on the windscreen, blood on the windshield
can’t shake this feeling
I can’t sit still

flies on the windscreen (hn)

'ello

they stay flossin' but got gingivitis 

mixed by: scythe 
recorded by: Indiiigold

nd we back

lyrix
verse 1:
Pull up what’s the sitch
Life got me so pissed

Smoke so I exist
Reset inside a coffin

Buried alive in a ditch
Like Dracula I bear my fangs

tired of feeling hunger pangs
Leave remains when I drain

I was born a target
The tint of my skin is for a marksman

I was born to sin, I Had no options
Stay away from gin the devil’s watching

Look

They stay flossing, but got gingivitis
 im tossing
Your mixtape to ground nigga

When I hear It I don’t Sense a fucking sound nigga
You Sound like every single person that’s around nigga

Submerge yourself in your craft untill you drown nigga

Where’s your sound nigga

Chorus/Bridge
Where’s your sound (3x) nigga
I’m hellbound (3x)

Verse 2
Might need a therapist
Before I go ape shit

you ain’t shit to me
don’t even make shit

Everything makeshift
Watch my shapeshift

You make nothing
Now Fade into nothingness

I need a blunt now. 
calm down when I face it
Your death will be painless

Everything’s meaningless
I sense your greediness

I sense your sleaziness
I sense your laziness
I sense your shadiness

WHAT'S THE SITCH? (PROD.YONK)

Formerly SooDoNiM
My most genuine expression

WHAT'S THE SITCH? (PROD.YONK)

EARNESTLAMENT!