Capital Steez - Stars (Instrumental)

Alone

lyrics:

MØ. THA MONSTA STEPPIN UP ON THA ROSTA

im flippin packs the east i know some souls in the west
equip a vest or imma riddle fuckin holes in ya chest
mo is the best 
i told yall hoe
i’ll spit my woes till my death
ya hoes obessed she always think about my poems in her bed

im makin her choke and she swallow my dick
in the back of thoat and
im a son of a goat man and you think that im jokin but still wont approch man
when i middle the yoke it straight of the boat 
if he want it we taxin fa sho man
you goofy it show man 
take you out like a roofie my toolie a whole xan

i make em drop
hands all in they face
they screamin stop
jam it wont today
take off his mop
blood all in his braids
he hearin pop pop pop
bang bang bang

ISWEARTOFUCKINGGODIFYALLSLEEPONMEAGAINILLKILLMYSELF

City Of The Dead

Veronica Mars

Rap Free Diss (Part 2)

talking bout my suicide that's your worst line, worse than that Vicodin redneck mother moonshine you shat out about Heath Ledger bad times, pretty sad grind to call me out dysphoria when you what's that line? wish you could find someone that is still alive? you're a head case, alleged crazed mother tried to drown her son and forgot the face, man what a waste of WORK you are, shoulda been you that overdosed not Heath, at least, he had bars, yours are more like micro-micro-micro no waves, white trash white claw and wine cooler are the only way, your seeings stars, calling me a major bitch but I'm doing you a favor mick, grabbing some faggots and burning the witch cause I know all you ever wanted was a mindfuck sandwich! so go ahead and kill your brain, you ain't tall enough to ride the crazy train, too many 360s, you ain't know what it's like to live a skinny 60, go down to forty, splicing these spices, Lil brother is twenty, eating meth in his whitey tightys, my mom was abusive too and at one point she tried to pimp the family and move to Mexico, I bet you tried the alcohol too cuz your mom was fine from it, I didn't touch a drop cuz mine was outta her mind with it, ay yo QC, Ledger is a fucking cuntlicker and your licking his butt you cheese, your mindfuck sandwich is served and ready to eat

Redneck Mother *Feature Diss*

I'm seeing Ghost don't know if I'll make it this time.. circus is calling me... I can hear it in the moonlight

CiRcuS CLoWn CiRcUs FREaK

From Cigarettes After Sex LP out now:
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Apocalypse

recorded December 2015 in Brooklyn, NY

Written by Greg Gonzalez
Greg Gonzalez - vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar
Phillp Tubbs - keyboards
Randy Miller - bass
Jacob Tomsky - drums

Recorded by Greg Gonzalez
Mixed by Rocky Gallo
Mastered by Greg Calbi

Cover photo by Ryan Zoghlin
Cover design by Randy Miller

Released on Partisan Records

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