man this is ear porn. cxrpse can put pain, happiness, sadness, anger; all in one song. this is gold bruh

Lyrics: 

Aye keep me outta school I just wanna fist fight
Wanna do a duel pull up sticks on sight
Aye bow, bow, bow, bow, on sight 
Aye aye I just wanna fist fight yeah
Yeah I just wanna fist fight
Yeah I just wanna fist fight
Aye I just wanna fight fight (fight, fight, fight)

Aye in the mosh pit imma start shit
Aye in the mosh pit imma start shit
Aye in the mosh pit imma start shit
I might have to hit you with the full clip

Aye kill you in your dreams like I’m fucking Freddy Kruger 
Aye do what I want what a shame I grab my Ruger 
Aye gimme brain bring your friend imma school her
Aye what the fuck do you need a fucking tutor

Aye keep me outta school I just wanna fist fight
Wanna do a duel pull up sticks on sight
Aye bow, bow, bow, bow, on sight 
Aye aye I just wanna fist fight yeah
Yeah I just wanna fist fight
Yeah I just wanna fist fight
Aye I just wanna fight fight (fight, fight, fight)

I’m naturally gravitated, calculated, activated, motivated
Naturally innovative, imitated and then portrayed that they can be decapitated 
If you take the barricade and get em straight in

For no one to see 
Shots at his body
I split up his knees
Killed them your daughter, your mother, your niece 
I smoked your partner I’m not talking green
Ain’t no director but I make a scene
It on tv
It on tv
Everybody they copy they want be me
Never gave a fuck bout a bitch can’t be me
Come and see how to breathe 
Bitch I promise you that no one fuck with me
Never gave a fuck about a bitch can’t be me

Aye keep me outta school I just wanna fist fight
Wanna do a duel pull up sticks on sight
Aye bow, bow, bow, bow, on sight 
Aye aye I just wanna fist fight yeah
Yeah I just wanna fist fight
Yeah I just wanna fist fight
Aye I just wanna fight

Fist Fight w/ Jenx2 (selfkilla666)

Slow motion explosions like im motherfucking Michael Bay,
Throw away a cigarette it landing On yo fuckin face,
Bitch I cause destruction everywhere I step get out my way,
This chapel turn to ruble ima guess and say we not the same,
Visionary since a jit see the sights of my grenades,
Hope you think of me when you pickin up all of yo remains,
Suits and ties yeah we them guys let ak47 spray,
Bitch cause ima g I don’t needa say it anyway,
Who’s that young man eating pizza witcho motha fuckin bitch,
Who’s that young cat pullin up chain attached to his hip,
Me bitch fuck you thought,
Triple 7 like I’m playin slots,
Donuts in a fuckin parkin lot with my girlfriend in a droptop,
Spazzin out cause I don’t give a fuck adhd guess I forgot,
Hit a trickshot on a quad of bots cause I suck a cod suck my damn cock,
Ima lost dawg with my lost boys like Peter Pan eating captain crunch,
You a captain cappin ima needa napkin all you is Issa fuckin damn smudge,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Visionary since a jit see the sights of my grenades,
Hope you think of me when you pickin up all of yo remains,
Suits and ties yeah we them guys let ak47 spray,
Bitch cause ima g I don’t needa say it anyway,

UNDERLORD

VISIONARY

VISIONARY (PROD. SMOKY BEATS)

BEATDOWN - CXRPSE (Prod. Skotskr)

NIGHTMARE - CXRPSE

SLAUGHTER - CXRPSE

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LIKE A BOSS (PROD. KNIFEHAVER)

Rust Cage

Heavier than god's balls
Imma narwhal
Drink my toothpaste

Wanna see u gargle

Im so sparkly
Flexin that part of me
Keep in your closet
This skeletons hard

Never catch me say
Pardon me
 Ass ate
Like cardi b

Twerk on my face
This bitch see my plays
Im pimpin my self
I Exploit everyway

Wreck shit at my shows
Then go back to my cave

Feel like bobobo bo bo bo bo
I hear ur shit my dicks a toad
Bitch give a little kiss
Please lick my load
Figaro
Figaro

That don't mean shit
But it seem to ho
Im seamen ho
Beatin all the other sperm cells

Hear that church bell

Jesus walkin
Get on your knees
Open wide
my cocks in

God's Balls

What u finna do
What u tryna play
Bitch fuked up in the head
Everyday day

What u finna do
What u tryna say
Bitch fuked up in your head
Everyway ok


This raw shit you toss
It right into the garbage
Shit cabbage and gold
You pass on this artist

That musics like cars
go fully retarted
Might never go back
Ill maybe go farther

Not bothered
At all
Steal your bitch magic carpet
Lick on that shit and i piss
On your garments

You statement is fashion
You ask me got nothin
I don't need a reason
that ain't be me bluffin lil bitch


Stupid ass bitch
Suck a dick
Here to fuck you up

No good reason
Just because
Good ol fashion
Family fun

Bring that shit
I bring it bruh
Hears will still be ringin bruh
MK on that clippin shit boutta put my fist in this

GOD'S BALLS

GAY BABY JAIL w/ eddison  (prod.wendigo)

pt 1 prod. landfill 
pt 2 prod. solsa

prod. landfill

Ima rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna
I was the kid that died
Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside
Fuck an og 
this beat was made for me
Got em runnin off
Witout no feet
I got jumped by a group of amputees
Spider gang finna trample like a stampede
No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
Don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
I be big blastin in a spider tank
I need mo ammo where da mortars at
Y’all record the past, I make big blasts I’m outsourcin that
I be sellin more while y’all tellin more
You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that

I’m gon punch in I know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
Hoes
Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain’t gotta post
Those
Flex bullshit, no rent holdin
Gon up poles n blow wit no control
Collect most of the best tokens
Ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
Slow it all down

Down

I set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
Send em all down

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prod. solsa

popcorn up inside my lungs
I’ve had enough

Y’all got plug but no power
...
Y’all got high but no time
...

I’m onna trunk smokin animals
Please do not pick up a camera
When I eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
Lookin like lights in my eyes I don’t wanna die
I tend to burn inside but I ain’t permafried
I did acid at least 20 times by now
Cryin my eyes out
I don’t like no one outside now
I keep it tight
Where it doesn’t get bright
And we fightin to find out
What’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
Pummel you

Bust a move, the luck is brutal
Touch, in tune, for cups of soup
What’s the move

Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think I don’t see them, I defeat. This.
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe shit to thee I don’t believe. It.

You won’t do it it’s impossible
...
Take a risk and get illogical
...
Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
...
Spider gang, your homies not as bold
...
I’m in trash x3
I’m in the dumpster
I’m finna bump my own shit
To sleep
I’m finna love what I writ
You sleep
You is a crackhead
You tweak
You in the past tense 
You weak
You can get better 
Just try
You better live ‘fore
You die

I don’t wanna rap

she sells sea shells, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us 
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, I cannot see right
be blind, breathe my semen, don’t read my lyrics

Do it for emotion I don’t do it for appearance 
I don’t need nobody clearance, I’m a spirit
I can phase thru walls
Want a fade, who brawl
What a waste, you stall
It’ll break you all
Pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
I need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
Y’all gon make my cock spit
Seminally toxic
If I gotta mock them
Open up my logic

Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
And an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

SCORCHER (PROD. LANDFILL/SOLSA)

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