PROD. ME

CHOOSING TO BE AN ARTIST IS A MENTAL ILLNESS
I'M PROBABLY GONNA QUIT MAKING MUSIC SOON
I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
I PLAYED THIS SONG ON TOUR A LOT

I SMOKE FREEBASE CRACK LIKE HUNTER BIDEN

LYRICS:

SAID I DON'T GET ONLINE AND ASK YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU FIGHT
THEY DECIDE
I SIT BACK AND STACK MY FUCKING VOCAL TRACK
CATCH YOU RIGHT OUTSIDE I'M ON THIS BUS FOR FUCKING 25
THEY DECIDE
IF I EVER SEE THE DAY I'M 25

WHY WOULD I SPEND ANY TIME ON MAKING WHAT I THINK YOU WANT
I CAME OUT TO STAND ON TOP HIS NECK JUST LIKE A FUCKING COP
I KEEP WISHING DEATH ON ALL MY FRIENDS AND I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP
I CAN'T EVEN TAKE MYSELF TO BED BECAUSE HE NEED TO ROT

I KNOW WHERE I'M FUCKING UP AND WHERE I GOT MY SHIT ON LOCK
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING WANT
MAYBE YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE I WORK AND NOW THEY GIVE A FUCK
SORRY THAT YOU FEEL LIKE I'M YOUR ENEMY I'M REALLY NOT

TELL ME IF YOU HEAR IT IN MY VOICE THAT I'M NOT FEELING RIGHT
I BEEN UP FOR HOURS AT THIS POINT SO IT'S ON FUCKING SIGHT
I GIVE UP ON MUSIC ALL IT DOES IS MAKE ME FUCKING FIGHT
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I EVEN WANTED SO I REALLY MIGHT

I COULD TALK TO EVERY SINGLE FRIEND AND I STILL FEEL ALONE
I PUT EVERY PART OF WHO I AM AND I GOT NONE TO SHOW
I SPEND EVERY DAY IMPRESSING PEOPLE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW
IF I COULD I'D FUCKING DISAPPEAR THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED THOUGH

I KNOW PEOPLE THINK I GOT IT SET DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT
WORRY 'BOUT MY FRIENDS JUST LIKE I CARE THEN I DON'T CALL THEM BACK
I CAN'T EVEN WALK OUTSIDE 'CAUSE NOTHING MAKE ME HAPPY, BET
TELL YOUR FRIENDS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET

FUCK YOUR EXPECTATIONS, ANTI-MEDICATED PIECE OF SHIT
WHY WOULD I DESERVE IT ALL I EVER DID WAS FUCKING BITCH
EASIER IT'S SAID THAN DONE BUT WISH I MAKE YOU FUCKING SICK
SHIT DON'T REALLY MATTER THAT'S 'CAUSE NOTHING EVER

I put the d inside the underground,
It stand for dick watchu want I can spell it out,
U n d e r lord how does that sound now,
They want my ass to day some more well I’ll show em what ima bout,
From NorCal not south,
Where they run they mouth, 
Where they dress the same,
rap the same, 
All the same do it for the clout,
Love and hate to my town,
You’ve been rats out moused,
Ima the underdog to the game ballin out showin up all of the doubt,
Ha ha, 
Hope they see me now,
Ha yeah,
On my shit like wow,
Nah nah,
We ain’t g shit brah,
Nah yeah,
All you fakes act foul,
First off,
Just stop,
Got these pedos in the underground cuck,
Tryna fuck,
Get fucked,
You a cunt,
Wassup,
Like its Machel Jackson sex dungeon,
Drop the best tape in the fuckin underground,
While you date rape everybodys fuckin sound,
Im so motha fuckin done time to air it out,
They gon know my fuckin name aint no fuckin doubt BITCH!

lil bitch I’m rolling fronto,
Don’t smoke around me no swisher sweets,
Ima need that shit like pronto,
If it ain’t about money than it ain’t about me,
Kill the beat than I bury that shit 6 ft,
Lil bitch it’s freak da geek,
came from da grave I ain’t come from da streets,
Cooking up anyone who wants the beef,
Ryuuk got my back so I don’t ever need a friend bitch,
You the type to switch up what you said and make amends quick,
Looking so possessed like exorcist I make my head spin,  
Riding wit my brothers i don’t ever need protection,
This my confession,
You bitches will not get mention,
You temporarily flexin,
Better go and count all your blessings,
Rapping w no motive no message,
Lil bitch my pen is the leverage,
To find my way out the matrix,
Wit the words I’m not one to play wit,
Smoke thru the night cause I’m stressed bitch,
Pass it to the left,
Pass it to the left,
Cut thru to neck taking breaths bitch,
Feeling like I need a SOS bitch,
Smoke thru the night cause I’m stressed bitch,
Pass it to the left,
Pass it to the left,
Cut thru to neck taking breaths bitch,
Feeling like I need a SOS bitch,
SOS Bitch,
SOS Bitch,
Feelin like I need an SOS bitch,
SOS Bitch,
SOS Bitch,
Feelin like I need an SOS bitch!

UNDERLORD

SOS - FT. FREAK (PROD. GODZAY KATANA)

lyrics:
im upset
damn cxrpse whats going on?
im a mess
i want everyone around me to die

sometimes i cant take it
sometimes i cant take it
see the mirror i might break it
i cant look me in my face and
no more smiling i cant fake it
i cannot remain complacent
in this place so full of hatred
all i want is to escape it

i could never be real enough about myself
i never asked for the help
if i get yo skin then im turning that shit to a pelt
they dont understand the damage i dealt

making this money and still feel the same
all of these shows dont help with the pain
still wanna shoot myself in the brain
i shouldve been a fucking plumber nigga

instead i rap about my depression
pull up a chair
come take a lesson
they never listen too busy flexing
go to the show we gon tussle in texas

Listen

WANTEVERYONEAROUNDMEDEAD(PROD.SOLSA)

prod. @stvrfire
art by crustgooch

lyrics:
im that nigga in all black
always been unlikeable
do it for my family
you niggas unreliable
yeah you always wanna talk shit
but you wont pop off
think you hard like a bottle
we gon rip yo top off
niggas always on the internet 
you needa log off
weed good i got a headache
from the blunt when i cough
cough
back to the basics
beat a nigga ass if he black
guess im racist
they would hit the @ but never
send the location
i could only laugh
cuz the cash that im making

you could never handle a nigga thats like me
everybody wanna talk but i keep my shit lowkey
niggas always gotta hate so i say c'est la vie
i feel like top chef these niggas dont want beef

they really think they know a nigga
from what they see on a screen
they really think they know a nigga
fuck you niggas mean

where you been at? i been off the map
i been in the crib eating good getting fat
yuh i dont wanna talk bitch im barely tryna rap
shoutout pat 
run up on me pussy you will get slapped
i know a couple niggas who just might shoot
just hopped in the pit now i got blood on my shoes
i will never fit in or try to do what they do
fuck what anybody says my nigga do you

[hook]
fuck what anybody says, do you.

UNLIKEABLE(PROD.STVRFIRE)

PROD. ME

LYRICS:

I, ONLY MAKE SOMETHING DIE QUICKER
COULDN'T FUCK WITH ME 'CAUSE MY BLOOD THICKER
FUCK, EVERYBODY I'M FUCKING BITTER
I'M NOT FINISHED BITCH I'M A FUCKING SINNER

GO TELL THEM FUCKING PEOPLE GIVE IT UP
YOU COULDN'T KILL ME IF YOU HIT ME WITH A FUCKING TRUCK
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE AND I FORGOT TO FUCKING JUMP
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I PROMISE YOU I'M GETTING UP

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

FUCK, WHAT YOU HEARD 'BOUT ME
BET I COULD CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FUCKING FRONT TEETH
AND Y'ALL DON'T KNOW SHIT, TELL 'EM LIVING NOT FREE
AND NOBODY I GOT, GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME

BACK TO PUTTING PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING GROUND
PUSH HIS FUCKING HEAD UNTIL HE FUCKING DROWN
CAN'T FUCK WITH ME GO FUCK 'ROUND WITH SOMEBODY ELSE
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK AND FUCKING GO TO HELL

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

MUSIC VIDEO

I CAN CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FRONT TEETH

LYRICS

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Okay, I can't deal with nobody who bitch made
Hit 'em with a left-right hook to the ribcage
Ruzzy in the pit, I'm in this bitch, I'm in yo' bitch face
Cut 'em down to size with my blade i be givin big breaks

I know you ain't getting paid shit
Quit talkin' like you made it
Man I really hate this
How everybody fakin
No, I don't want relations
I'ma give 'em lacerations
Oh no, please don't test my patience
Please don't test my patience

Turn you to a pack, choppa make that boy a dancer
When-when I light 'em up I be filled up with all this cancer
Nah, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' question, bitch I'm the answer
I'ma turn you straight to bits, I bring the blitz, I pyromancer
Cut 'em up, push me to the edge
Bitch, I live my life on the fence 
Motherfuckers ain't shit to me, they dead to me, make no amends
Focus on my self instead
Put the needle, in the thread
Ima make you rest in peace but only after you have bled
Yeah (Fire in the hole!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Okay, I can't deal with nobody who bitch made
Hit 'em with a left-right hook to the ribcage
Ruzzy in the pit, I'm in this bitch, I'm in yo' bitch face
Cut 'em down to size with my blade i be givin big breaks

I know you ain't getting paid shit
Quit talkin' like you made it
Man I really hate this
How everybody fakin
No, I don't want relations
I'ma give 'em lacerations
Oh no, please don't test my patience
Please don't test my patience

LACERATIONS !

ALL PLATFORMS

LACERATIONS ! (PROD. SQUALL)

hate myself..... I probably do deserve to rot in hell

savage ga$p and kamaara - paranoia agent ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ w/ lil darkie (prod. novafled)

LYRICS:

I JUST WALKED INSIDE THE PARTY FEEL LIKE YARRI GOT MY GUN ON ME
HALF OF Y'ALL GON' DIE THE OTHER HALF OF Y'ALL STILL FUCK WITH ME
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ALREADY
BITCH QUIT DUCKING ME
I WAS BTD SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT NOTHING

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL

I'M PUTTIN' HOLES INSIDE Y'ALL CRV THEN WHIPPIN' THAT BITCH BACK INSIDE THE SHOP AND GET IT FIXED FOR ME
NEXT TIME Y'ALL PUT Y'ALL FUCKING EYES ON ME
THEM WINDOWS TINTED BULLETPROOF THE BODY FAGGOT FUCK WITH ME
I DON'T KNOW NOBODY NAME
BITCH PICK A LANE
AND KEEP Y'ALL FUCKING FOOT OFF MINE NOBODY GOTTA DIE TODAY
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FOR A CONVERSATION
Y'ALL DUMB AS FUCK Y'ALL KNOW Y'ALL CAN'T REPLACE ME
I BURNT THAT BITCH UP IT'S A CELEBRATION
MAKE SURE HIS MAMA CAN'T GO SEE HIS FACE
PUT YOU TO SLEEP IT'S NO MORE NOTHING BITCH

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL
X2

(I DON'T HAVE CXRPSE'S LYRICS FIGURE IT OUT)

NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

uh
Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

Ay
Had to ditch that mask and the vest
But yet I’ll rep a bally if you were out with the chef 
if any fucking pussy moving left
Imma put him in check 
With a quef thru his chest
I dish out the death
I spark up the meth 
I’ll pop a few pills 
I sniff up dat ket 
run up the set
I make yo bitch wet
Ay
They don’t own me
Yet nevertheless the mic knows me
I’m Coming straight for yah neck 
I’m no phoney Uh
I live for the blood that flows on me 
wanna go toe to toe I’m like broly 
shadow box your face into the unholy Moly
If you got a plan for p then come show me
Got too many homies that owe me 
Might have to run up on bro
with tha pokey Slowly 
Pull up with Henny2 fucking cozy 
Spin mans jaw Like a rollie pollie 
Then Ill smoke up And go do ghostie
need you to face the facts
Pick a step and fuckin take it back
Got the motherfuckin blade in tact
Got an army up in russia that’ll beat your face from black To Blue To black
To blue To black
Yeah
I’m sick of fucking sleeping 
Im a demon
You can fuck you fuckin goals
That You be dreamin
I don’t do what I am told
I Do up treason
Fuck a heathan
I got no time to fuckin wait 
Id rather leave em
Id rather die young than get old
So Fuck a heathen 
I drink monsta ultra 
with my vodka 
You should Call me Kyle 
like you oughta
Shoulda Thoughta Be fore ya
Found out that uh

Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

FUCK OFF
THIS BEAT IS NOT PUNK!
I AM THE ANTI MONK 
YOU UNDER A ROCK LIKE GUNK
SMOKING ON A PACK OF THAT

FUCKING UP A NIGGA LUNG
AND PUT HIM ON HE BACK
I AM IN THE ALLEY TAKE A PENNY
FOR THE CRACK
XANNY WITH THE HENNY 
MAKE A LITTLE NIGGA YACK
EVERYBODY WANNA BE PUNK
WITH THEY TATS 
BUT IT ISN’T VERY PUNK TO
DO SOMETHING IN THE PAST
IF WE STOPPED HUFFING NOS
AND MADE MUSIC DIFFERENT THAN EACH OTHER’S DAWGS
AND WE STOPPED BREAKING EVERYBODY’S JAWS
SO THEY CANT SAY NOTHING ABOUT YOUR CAUSE
AND INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING WE MADE THE LAWS
AND INSTEAD OF WALLOWING WE KICK A FUNK
AND IF WE MANAGE THAT BEFORE THE SHIP HAS SUNK
THAN ALL YOU PUSSY BITCHES CAN BE CALLED A PUNK
I WANNA
LET YOU KNOW THAT YOU WERE NEVER SHIT
AND YOU WELL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIT YOUR DICK
INSIDE YOUR OWN JAW UNLESS YOU BREAK YA BACK
OR YOU PRACTICE THAT UNTIL YOU DRAIN YA SACK
OF ALL
SEMEN AND MEANING IM SEEMING REAL MEAN AND I 
MEAN IT WHEN I SAY A NIGGA IS FIENDING
IM SICK AND IM DREAMING 
YOU SWEAR THAT YOU SEEN HIM 
UP ON A ROOF SCREAMING “HEY,”

PUNK! Ft. LIL DARKIE (Prod. CHASE)

Art by @wormclown on insta

Motha fucka are you ready
We boutta fuck it up
Get yo ass up in the pit bitch I’m tryna see some blood
Let it spin spin spin
Till you can’t breathe out cho lungs
Poke a hole inside a demons skull and fuck it till I cum
Function 
we throwin bodies at the function
Fuckshit
We throwin fingers at the fuckshit
Where the fuck all the tree at
We all got our vices you can’t judge that
From the wild Wild West I need my cowboy hat
This town ain’t built for us both you can’t be fuckin whack
Starting riots in my room cause I’ve been Quarantined
I’m setting fire to this mic with my gasoline
Same shit always drop gotta intervene
Pumpin tracks out that no one has ever heard but me
We throwin fingers at the fuckshit
I’m throwin fingers at the fuckshit
Bitch stop it 
Motha fucka tryna talk shit
You don’t understand you just toxic
Undermining all my causes 
But I got the drip like facet
Stop with all that  fuckin nonsense 
You gonna make me fuckin nauseous
If you gotta problem wit me Motha fucka say it I don’t like all of the gossip
Yuh it’s that spiked hair kid with the attitude
Lemme stomp my fuckin foot and show you what I do
Shit and spit on everything you ever thought was cool
And I’m just only fresh outta high school
So keep my name out cho mouth
Go suck dick somewhere else for all that clout