I'M JUST BULLSHITIN' AT THIS POINT.

LYRICS:

fuck dese nikkas up yea dese nikkas got no shame (x2)
nikkas gay, u a (fggt!), on ur knees for the fame
don't you say you tote glocks lil nikka you not gang (ga-a-a-a!)

death is waiting for you inside of this fuckin' barrel! (bitch!)

boy getting done like remotes, i'm taking one click and i'm changing the channel
nikkas they posted outside, i load up the mag, then them bullets gon rip thru his fla-a-a-a
big sticks, shoot thru the front, den we go thru da back, there ain't nowhere to go, lil nigga
walk 'round with bands in yo pockets, nigga look like a lick, talk out yo neck better sto-o-o-o

look in da mirror and i feel like a bad bitch
shortstack bitch gettin fucked on the mattress
recoil sounding like world war II when I hit from the back while i'm munchin' on catfish

nigga i'm horny as shit
beatin my dick and got nut in yo eyes, now you screamin and shit
choppa R.Kelly, gonna piss on a bitch
i'm like a black mama, i'm grabbin' a switch
caught his ass lackin' at home
shoutout to Breonna Taylor
he wanted that smoke and got turned into vapor
stop talkin' bout my fuckin taper!
you always bitchin' but get no paper
bullets hit his left right, aimin' wit da la-a-a-a

I'M HIM! [PROD. IMDEAD]

BUBBLE WRAP [Prod.Cenhix]

Disfigured Bitch (PROD. ZEEROXX)

take me instead + somber111

RIP to the real ones

'DONE N' DUSTED' by Hatchetsaw

[VISUALIZER]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-oTb9dsLgk&ab_channel=hatchetsaw

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Produced by @zyrom / @dhaelo
Mixed & Masterd by @hatchetsaww
Cover Art by @hatchetsaww

Lavenderskin Records 2025
Beautiful Violence

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Lyrics:

‎ 
[VERSE 1]
Bitch i dont snort a line
I cross the line
and thats finalized
If jealousies a curse
then motherfucker you just that, personified
Aint no carti
but me, gang is bout to commit a homicide
People call themselves a goat, yet you faggots dont even qualify

Boy curve your tongue
This aint no run & gun
but if we do, we go 1 on 1
Leave that maggot out in the sun
While we walk all on him, like a piece of gum
Yeah, he got done n dusted
a silent hum
Shout rinsless, yeah we 1 of 1
Bitch im getting tha void sickness
I might just go ahead and gnaw my tongue

‎ 
[HOOK]
Redrum
Boy i see you, dont be dumb
Cold hearted
Fuck my feelings
pour up a shot of rum
Redrum
Boy i see you, dont be dumb
Bitch i pop my medication
till my mental grows numb
(x2)

‎ 
[VERSE 2]
Til it grows numb
i go dumb in this bitch
Got yo bitch pumping on me
like its heimlich
Like a talent show
pussy you didnt make the pitch
Drag your dawgs through the mud
Call it fucking kane and lynch

I dont wanna say nun
I dont wanna play your games
Its a shame
That talent gets wasted on these motherfucking lames
I dont switch lanes
unless it means gains
All these faggots pussy
Idgaf bout your disclaims
(x2)

‎ 
[HOOK]
Redrum
Boy i see you, dont be dumb
Cold hearted
Fuck my feelings
pour up a shot of rum
Redrum
Boy i see you, dont be dumb
Bitch i pop my medication
till my mental grows numb
(x2)

DONE N' DUSTED [ZYROM]

we dont support violence and we dont act on the lyrics we write about
PROD, MIX & MASTER BY ME
ART BY SWAGGA.ZIL ON IG


LYRICS - 
BITCH I GOT THE SCALPEL, GONNA PUT IT IN UR BRAIN NIGGA
AY COMMIT A HOMOCIDE, JUST LIKE EVERY DAY NIGGA

FUCKIN ON HER CORPSE, I CANT HELP IT CUZ THAT ASS FAT
TAKIN HELLA PERCS NOW IM NOT IN CONTROL NIGGA

PULL UP W THA KNIFE, PULL UP WITH THE FUCKIN RPG
WHIPIN OUT MY CHAINSAW IMMA FUCK HER GUTS W IT
LOADING UP MY C9, BITCH ILL KILL A WHOLE MALL
SO MUCH COCAINE IN MY SYSTEM, IM THINKIN IMMA DIE

STUPID BITCH TRIED TO LEAVE, SO I HACKED HER HEAD OFF
STUPID BITCH ON MY DICK, STABBED HER 22 TIMES
STUPID BITCH TRIED TO LEAVE, SO I HACKED HER HEAD OFF
STUPID BITCH ON MY DICK, STABBED HER 22 TIMES


PICK UP MY RAZOR WITH SOUNDS OF THE SURGURY
LINING UP WHORES TILL BLOOD GETS THE BEST OF ME
SCISSOR YOU UP AND GIVE YOU A VASECTOMY
BLOOD ON THE GLOVES AND THE BOWELS ALL OVER ME

SKINNIN YOU UP AND IM GRAPHING YOUR SHIT
CUZ I REALLY HATE YOU AND YOU SOUND LIKE A BITCH
TAKE OUT YOUR ENTRAILS WHILE JACKING MY DICK
INJECT YOUR NECK WITH THE SHIT I AM SICK

TOURNIQUET UP ON YOUR NECK TURN YOU PURPLE
INJECT YOUR NECK WHILE I FUCK ON YOUR CLIT HOLE
CLAPPIN DEAD CHEEKS YEA IM REALLY A PSYCHO
FUCKIN WITH MAGGOTS CUZ I REALLY LIKE DEAD HOES

SCALPAL ALL UP IN YOUR BRAIN YEA IM TWEAKIN SHIT
POUR IN THE ACID TURN YOU TO A ZOMBIE BITCH
CALL ME THE DAHMER BUT AINT BOUT THAT GAY SHIT
TAKING SOME PHOTOS AND COOKING YOUR MEAT BITCH

FRY UP YOUR SKIN TURN IT TO A DORITO
ROLL UP YOUR SCALP LIKE A FUCKING BURRITO
MAKE A MUHFUCKA TWEAK OUT OFF ON ZERO 
KILL YOUR WHOLE FAMILY CALL ME A DAMN HERO

COPS CALL ME SAY THEY GON COME FIND ME THO
CALL ME A SURGEON CUZ I ONLY KILL FUCK HOES
DIG UP MORE BODIES FOR PROJECTS BUT I BE UP ON IT AND I JUST BE TWEAKIN ON FENTYNAL

PERKAHOLICS

SOUNDS OF SURGERY /W GOREFEIN [TEZCOLAP]

All Platforms!

Don't Let Go w/ HXSTAGE (NOVÂFLED)

*lyrics* [PROD. CODY]
In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

If I decide to be father, I hope my kids don’t share my hurt
Cuz I’ve inherited my parents’ I know that makes me worse
And I could preach in every song and pray to god that it works
But even Jesus Christ himself couldn’t reach niggas with a verse
And I’ve been more than pissed off spent my teen years kickin dirt
When I try to clean the act & spread contamination
And end up cleaning the same spots without the stain vacant
Fighting heavyweight problems without the proper training
Could never see eye to eye if I wanted too
And can’t get comfort in a spot I always gotta move
Once you start dancing with the devil up your choreography 
Cuz he be stepping on your toes and fuck your rhythm no apologies 
Life’s a shitty party but you gotta own the dance floor
You gotta push the limits, see how long you can dance for
Once it’s over you can’t two-step around the conversation 
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?

Once it’s over you can’t two-step around the conversation 
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

How many hashtags you gon use to hide your bigotry
Use Jimmi Hendrix as your token that don’t sit with me
So many young brothers dying, you abusing antihistamines
We don’t ever learn no lessons we just stuck reliving history
God damn, you tryna live up to an image of a picture you ain’t take
That party life will be your dream until we organize your wake
I was at my grandfathers, right before eleventh grade
Tumor collapsed his lung now he missing birthdays 
I turned 16, 17 and legal I don’t wanna celebrate 
I’m just another nigga now, when lady death wanna date?
Can’t have no girlfriend for that reason only
Cuz ima be gone when they start to hold closely 
And blackballed by the niggas that I thought were homies
Niggas cliqued up and ain’t think to phone me
Ima say how I feel don’t dehumanize me 
I’m reluctant to do features for those that denied me
That fed my isolation and my independence 
And know it ain’t the truth if you ain’t heard I said it
If it ain’t about the music then I gotta dead it
I could be the influence, still they never give me credit 

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

Good lord, good lord, good lord, good lord please have mercy on me
Good lord, good lord, good lord, good lord please have mercy on me

I understand well it don’t matter til yours 
Niggas love a Robin Hood til they no longer with the poor
Niggas got up off of favors actin like a self made man
Noticing a lack of evidence for a lot of claims man
And I get it nigga, fuck the art you wanna make hands
But I don’t make your cooney tunes and I don’t shake hands
I’ll never fold for clout Nigga I am not a fan
Like doctor doom just want the world under my command 

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

take me instead + somber111

Sotoksik (@sotoksik )

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