Twisted in the head. 
I wish the birds would shut the fuck up. 
PRODUCED BY BOZ.

Ned Bundy - Birds Ain't Real (Prod. BOZ)

Lyrics:
mobbin down the fuckin block
the crizack in my fuckin sock
these bustas try to stop me from 
getting these rocks off
im gone bust that 
chrizome thang into yo fuckin brain
and hurt one of these lemon lames
this 6 shoota is big as fuck
wont leave no thang this aint no glock
this aint made of plastic bitch
just like my clique
my guns to thick
ill shoot you in yo fuckin dick
and watch yo clizique start to run away
but theres no way
the bullets quick
so feel this pain
rabbitmane gone put you in a grave
before you get the chance to dip
bitch dont slip this pistol grip
gone take a chunk up out yo hip
these objects gonna make you flip
when they eject up out my 
shotgun barrel fulla slugs
you busta bitch i show no love
bullets i shot blew em up
kuz rabbitmane dont shoot no normal clip
catch this curse this shit get worse
when all these bullets just disperse
ill put you in the fuckin dirt
and leave some holes up in yo shirt

once again its rabbitmane
im creepin from up out tha flames
this pistol to yo fuckin brain
gone make you do just what i tell you to
so play it cool, 
dont make this nigga blast fool
because if i have to
ill bust yo head you dont do what i say
gangsta shit is what i do
devil shit is what im on
dont play with rabbitmane
i skin yo body to the fucking
marrow mane so bitch dont play
you get yo fuckin flesh fillet
the sledge hammer in my basement 
sure to break yo mothafuckin bones
ridin with a mothafuckin busta in my trunk
feel the wrath of the pump
now his body gettin throwed into a ditch
that they cant find
in this hell where i reside
shoot em right between the eyes
when rabbitmane commence to fuckin dump
comin round here and you thinkin you the shit
now you drownin in yo blood
and yo body in a ditch

one mo gain im on the track
an 8 ball and a pint of yac
pinky nail off in the sac
im finna bust this nigga
head up off his fuckin shouldaz
rabbitmane i coulda told ya
this shit i do for real mane
aint no reason for this mane to cap
this aint rap this shit is real
yo body in a fuckin feild
you rap this gangsta shit
but swear to god that you aint never
hurt another human soul
cock it back and let it blow
im the realist in the south
and it aint shit for me to fuckin kill
talkin hella hard mane you aint gone make it far
find his body hella scarred 
somewhere buried in my yard

DEVIL FLOW (PROD. DOUGLAS)

WATCH VISUAL:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqotQO8kWCY

LYRICS:
homie lets go to war
hear death knocking on yo door
ask god for forgiveness mane
before you ass getting smoke
you coming with anna dawg
then really we at ya throat
im tired of hearing foos
they tryna go back n forth 
cause me im bout action hoe
i live this life to the fullest
and wearing a vest cant save ya
from all my bullets
im giving out head shots
got switches on all my glocks
sound just  like july fourth
when i slide thru yo block
ya hittas be scared of me  
but really ill never know
cause all my partnas got problems
killing and selling dope
when all your clique aint on shit
yall be sum hoes
even with all those strapts
they stricly for photos
im cooking on 4 stoves
when your trap still closed
been rocking for 10 summers
rain or shine selling coke
these killers they know my name
they steady be peeping game
but really they feeling hurt
cause icemane dont feel no pain
u know dis mane

im leaving the bodies all up in the graveyard
im digging all night to morning n forcing 
these playa hating suckas to pray hard
cause darkness is coming you better start running
dont wanna get stuck in my radar
cuz soon as i catch you
kidnap you i torture you body n cut off yo damn arms
dont die sucka i want you alive ride brother
cause ima crazy ass vato that be schizophrenic
never be trusting myself in the end cause my head aint on right
all i hear is static
psychopathic leave you slump with bullet holes in face close casket  
cant imagine what ive seen bloody mess on the scene but i still dont panic
the morning star shining so bright like the sun
the reasons im happy when im holding guns
i dwell in this hell where my feelings are from
releasing these spells to intel what i want
breathe an exhail got this fire in my blunt
smoking this weed like it fucks up my lungs
fuck what you love im taking it all
icemane an angel who bout to fall
hustlaz ambition i gotta ball
going on missions im always on call
pills and coke i got them all
kill a folk n fuck yo bitch raw
doing the most you get stuck in the fog
say your my homie but you aint my dawg
hang with my demons my playaz my sqaud
ask forgiveness cause bitch im your god

UPALLNITE (PROD. TRAVIS XANTANA)

SCREWED UP DALLAS FLOW

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