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DEATHEATER

A Traditional Ballad

A REMEDY (Prod. Yapuzi)

PRODUCED, MIXED & WRITTEN BY DEATHEATER, FOR DEATHEATER.
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HOW YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
I DON’T EVEN KNOW MYSELF
I’M POSTED TRYNA KEEP MY HEALTH
SO I ACCUMULATE MY WEALTH 

NEVER MIND FINDING ME IN PUBLIC I BE SILENT 
LIKE ITS STEALTH 
IM LOOKIN BACK ON MEMORIES 
LIKE I BE STORIN EM UP ON A SHELF
AYE

I REMEMBER GOING OUT AND COMING HOME TO LATE
TO FACE THE WRATH OF AN ANGRY MOTHER HAD A LOT ON MY PLATE 

I HAD IT GREAT BEFORE I WORRIED BOUT THE NUMBERS TO MY NAME 

NOW IM JUST STRESSING ABOUT ALL THE GAMES THAT LIFE PLAYS WHEN IT’S TRYING TO DRIVE ME INSANE 

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YO MONEY IN THE FUCKING BANK

IF YOU GOT RESPECT THEN IMMA GIVE THAT SHIT RIGHT BACK 

IF YOU TRYNA PLAY THEN IMMA PUT YOU IN A BIG BLACK SACK

SLAP YO BODY IN THE BACK AND HIT THE TRACK JACK

LACKING EMPATHY LATELY I BEEN PRETTY FUCKING SLACK

I DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS PLEASE STOP CRYING MAN

I AM JUST TRYING TO GROW AND EVOLVE ON MY OWN SO I CAN GATHER SOME STANS 

WHILE YOU BORING ASS MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP WATCH FROM THE STANDS

TAKE STANCE DANCE WITH ME PUSSY BOY 
IM TRYNA THROW SOME HANDS
MAN
RIGHT HOOK TO YO JAW YOU EAT THAT SHIT LIKE PAC-MAN 
SLAM DAMN 
LOOKIN ROUND TO FIND YOUR MANS
KICK YOU IN THE TEETH SLEEP BACK TO DAMN LALA LAND

DON’T WANNA DIE ALONE I JUST WANNA FEEL SOME FUCKING LOVE 

KEEPIN MY ENERGY LIVIN I DON’T WANNA GO 

NUMB 

HURTIN LIKE I BIT MY TONGUE 

SOMETHING STRANGE ABOUT THE PAIN BECAUSE ITS BEEN KEEPING ME SANE 

NEVER KNEW THE GAME WAS TO KEEP DEATH AT BAY KEEP SATAN RETAINED 

SAY HIS NAME
SAY IN VAIN
FUCK THE MAN I RUN THIS PLAIN
DEATHEATER STAY KEEPING UP WITH ALL
THE HARDEST IN THE GAME
KEEPIN LAMES IN CHECK CAUSE I CREATED ALL THE GAMES THEY PLAY 
SAVING ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS FROM THE FUCKIN DOOMSDAY 

AYE 

FUCK THIS PLACE
BEAT IT WITH A FUCKIN  MACE 

I JUST WANNA LIVE TO LIVE AND NOT TO CHASE A WEEKLY PAY 

ALL THE DEBT IS CLOSING IN I THINK IN GONNA SUFFOCATE
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING DEATH IS NUMBERING MY DAYS 

I’M KEEPIN ON KEEPIN ON BUT ITS HARD TO NOT JUST IMITATE 

AND CREATE BUT SPECIFICALLY TO KEEP ORIGINATING 

SHIT WHEN PEOPLE KEEP COMPARING WITH MY NAME

KEEP MY NAME UP OUT YO MOUTH YOU ARE A MOTHERFUCKIN STAIN
LAME 
MANE

UNTITLED (Prod. SXMPRA)

PROD. DEATHEATER

Lyrics:

Changing of tides line the sides of my my mind 
And I’m finding the signs that the spirits are guiding
The way I collide with the elders divine
 mine inside of the shrine just to uncover all of the lies

Clever little men will never see a day again because the death has sent em in 

Staring at the end I’m facing death up in his den so if not now then fucking when
I write in blood just like a pen 

Equip the blade
Bust out the mace 

Lacerate his face but he regenerates faith 
Demons stand around but they ain’t facing so they slain 
Staying in they lane cos they be fearing death mane 

Aye
Aye 
Aye
Aye 
Eater of the dead be hiding under bed frames 
Seeking asylum from inside my mind I’m a victim of thoughts that try cut me like blades 

I’m not talking Bates cos I’m in the mind space 
Ain’t no blackin out but still ain’t got the mothafuckin sane 

Tryna run away but they keep fallin like the trade I am not playing with you lames so better stop the fuckin games 

Pussy totin’ heat 
You don’t wanna meet me
Imma demon seeming like I’m colder than the deep sea
And I mean it when I’m gleaming like you seeing Pennywise eyes in the middle of the motherfuckin street 
peek-a-boo 
Man I Wouldn’t wanna be you 
I Slaughter your crew got your blood on my shoes now my shirt is stained red and your skin is stained blue 
Pussy boy now you hang from a barbed wire noose




Man step back 
I don’t think you know how you will get attacked 
Take a wooden bat up on your side and hear a motherfuckin crack 
I never lack 
I am Aware of all the things that are going on around and I am ready like a hound steady pounce on a motherfucker put him in the ground 
Layin in a hole better take me to the pound 
Bounce 
From the scene 
They are not catching me eating your spleen I have never been seen like a shadow except I exist physically 
Tall and I’m lean like I’m from ARGs

When I am a spirit im just gonna roll back
Poltergeist never nice lemme catch body stacks 
Pussy motherfuckers never gotta spine up in they back so they click to the clack till they glock go blat!

DEADMAN! (Prod. SXMPRA)

PROD. DEATHEATER.


Aye 

Search for the reasons
To keep myself breathing
They see me and deem
Me a demon I’m leaving
A lesion on sight and 
I’m Living my life like I might 
Have to fight for the right
To be safe in my mind

Have you ever seen a motherfucker cheat death 
Grab a weapon smith and Wesson better take deep breaths 
You don’t really wanna see him take them three steps 
If he comin any closer then there’s no time left 

Grab a cap and a bat
never ever hold back

If you do he’s gonna swoop you to the deep dark black 

And I mean it when I’m screaming at the black coat back 

Motherfuckers ice cold
and he knows
That’s that

Living the life that’s been mapped out for me from the moment my soul was complete

Aye 

Seeing all the things that Im destined to see before I’m in the dirt and deceased 

Aye 

Being the being that demons hate seeing until Im six feet underneath 

Aye

Never see me sleepin cos I’m keepin on creepin on all the fuckin pussies that hate up on me

DEATHEATER ain’t playing bitch I came to run this shit 
I rather rap
Bout a motherfucker slapped with a baseball bat
All that new age shit be sounding real whack 

Taking my anger out up on the track cos the track is the only one that don’t talk back 
And I need to blow up just so I can relax cos I’m 
Sick of living everyday like Im fuckin trapped 




Gripping the scythe while he’s ending your life slice You up and dispose of your body in ice
Like a mite he resides in the crevice of time so the rules of the universe do not apply 
And he’s walking a line that is all but defined he’s defying the laws that were place for our kind
Yet he still collects fines in the form of the  lives of the innocent perished at the hands of divines 

Screaming to the gods but the never scream back
Get attacked
In my back
From the ones who hate tats 

Thinkin bout the things that Imma do before I’m flat
Up in a coffin and the demons take me back down to the hole in the track 
Where they all know 
And they glow
Radiating evil like a warhead boutta blow 

Take another swing and imma bust that fuckin nose 
Deatheater making you pussies explode 

When I’m in the building better watch your fuckin back
Spitting like a rifle pussy boy I never slack  
Firin all of the rounds in my clip and I 
steal a pussy motherfuckers cap before I dip 

Aye 
Aye 
Aye
Aye 
Aye 
Aye 

Watch as the reaper is teamed with the eater and slay all of those who dare stand in the way 


Watchin the blood dripping from the blade of my scythe after stepping over bodies as I fade in to the night 
Every man and woman seems to have their noose tied tight  like we’re waiting for a slip so we can  see eachother die

Children run away and never ever turn back and I’m 
Taking motherfuckers to the deep dark black 
Imma stone cold killer when it comes to these tracks 
And I’ll murder any man and add his body to the stack 

Trying to escape the darkness that I have within 
but all my choices that I’ve made are wearing chances of this thin 
I’ve never been the motherfucker that will say that I give in
And so the demons come on in but the devil will not win

Whispers of the Abyss (Prod. SXMPRA)

GHOSTS & GHOULS (Prod. SXMPRA)

END OF DAYS (Prod. SXMPRA)

watch your six.

Snatch that soul up out his shirt and let that fucking body rot

Take that chance and let us dance up in hells fuckin parking lot

Shots inside my mind screaming for cover but that barrels hot 

Got nowhere to run so I will never be stopped till I am at the top 

Take another swing up at the maker cos the motherfucker made us to be faded like the days 

Never save a bitch because they always gonna switch up like the blade up in your six so stay away 

Layin on the pavement what a motherfuckin shame I bet you wish you let em go but you stayed 

Now the blade
Cut yo face 
And you lay
Go to waste 
And you taste
The bitter shit you let a bitch spit up on your name 

I don’t ever wanna go out with a hang
So I blow up like the trade and leave a motherfuckin bang 
Up the ranks 

climbin on the heads of pussies doubtin like a mountain built up by my homies shouting bitch we lookin like a gang  

Pussies always totin that thang 
But I bet you couldn’t beat us if we battle with the hands 

Bitches always battle cos they racing for the bands

 imma keep it real and keep on spitting for the fans 

Wonder what all of the masses will say when I do end up Bein the goat 

Talkin they shit like they supported it when I sent em the links but they ghost 

Fake ones they come unlike real ones they go but there’s one thing we should always know 

It’s that the fake motherfuckers will come like the moths just  soon as your name starts to glow 


Puttin out a cigarette
On your fuckin leg 
Till you beg 
Pussies put me to the test
I ain’t gonna rest 
Till I am the man that people Stan like I’m a god among the lands but I remain the same coz I don’t give a fuck about the shit that brings fans 

Ice and the bands

I’m a voice from the stands come and take my fuckin hand cos we bang 

Bass bump hard in the thang 

Spittin like a villain killing cliques with my hands 

Changing the game cos I’m sick of the shit that these idiots spit so i open a pit

Darken the days bitch I put my own twist and I murder this shit you just have to admit 

Take a minute cos I did it bitch I said i would 
Put my name out in the air so you could 

Start to make out that the demons emerging from under the wood I will be understood 

Snatch his soul up out his body
We don’t need a motherfuckin shotty
Barkin Bitin like a rotty darkness swallows now he got me and I drop 
Straight down to the grounds 
Of hell and I’m ready for the future that the man will tell

Pentagram drawn at the gates and I wake to the sound of a big ringing bell

The Devil Next Door (Prod. SXMPRA)

VICIOU$ feat. WHITEYE$ (prod. Ca$ey Heenan)

HERE I GO KILLING AGAIN! (Prod. SXMPRA)

CLARITY (Prod. Ryan C)

CREEPIN'

Lyrics:

Who ya gonna call when the lights go out?

Who gon' take the fall when the bodies found? 

you gone lose it all when it comes around

Blood all up the walls and the dressing gown 

When I walk up in the building there’s gon' be some casualties casually stalkin' in the shadows till I’ve bloodied up my knees 

Then I stand 
Creepin' up through the window quick 
I got my plan 
Better be slick cos they be sayin' I’m a very nimble man 

But I be 
Givin' up quick on silent game shit I be hidden but slick with my blade in this bitch 

Imma hit em with the sickness 
Kill a fuckin' witness
Feelin' like a motherfuckin' killer with the vintage
Clothes
All black with mask
Givin' a pussy motherfucker the wrath and I leave em slashed 

Then I chop the fuckers up with an axe and I do the dash 

Pickin' up they wallets and I’m rackin' up all they cash 

FUCK ALL DAT ENERGY 
I AM THE ENEMY 
NO ONE COMPARES TO ME WHEN I BEGIN TO SEE
RED FROM THE BLOOD OF THE VICTIMS
THAT SUFFERED THE SYMPTOMS OF ME ON A LYRICAL KILLING SPREE

take a motherfucker to bottom of the sea and leave his body in the deep 

Don’t need a gun

I can kill another brother with the quick spit
AK-A7 through my teeth

LIGHTS OUT! (Prod. SXMPRA)

ONE IN THE MASSES (Prod. VIOLENCETAHELL)

Lonely Road (prod. eykey beats)

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