ROTTING MINDS (Prod. SXMPRA)

MUKBANG Prod. Trashy)

WHITEYE$ & SCREW - BUZZED AS A MOTHA FUCKA [ Prod. WHITEYE$ ]

——- LYRICS ———

VERSE i
Lock my soul up in a room 
Leave it till it fuckin renders 
Until my body cool
Listen to the rumors of the dead
Pull me through 
I see the vision infinite doom
Body of the horse men 
where’s yo head? In my room
Yeah pull me through 
I see the vision infinite doom
1 2 Who is you? 
3 4 Kicking down the door
5 6 Fuck a bitch 
7 8 Heaven’s gate 
9 10 Until we meet again 
Bitch you think I’m broke now
Yeah I’m breaking the spell 
Write it down like bomb shell

VERSE ii
Look at this world it’s sick 
Ripe time let’s pick 
Minimal style like Im slick 
Fucking with my minds eye 
Illusions filters flutters like broken flick 
Didn’t I already say this shit? 
Many have tried 
But they ain’t never gonna be Fiend 
Represent like mean team 
This ain’t no dream team 
Yeah fuck a mainstream 
That path I been on
Taught me a thing or two 
Knocking me down to ground
Yeah Black and blue 
I saw the light 
at the end of the tunnel once a few 
Stay falling down but I’ll stay around 
Bet you knew 
I’m on my cloud 
Yeah I’m screaming loud
Now I’m heavens hope 
I bet you knew

LOCK MY SOUL UP BEHIND HEAVEN’S GATE (prod. $ummer$)

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DEVILS REJECTZ FT. CHAINSAW MURDA x $CREW

Lyrics - 

 I got enemies too 
I can see how death be in my dreams 
holding my breathe when you get close to me
I hate your energy 
fuck how you comfort me 
den stab me in my back to watch me bleed 
I rolled the pain and puff that bitch away 
from anywhere that I can see 
I still hate myself to this day just cuz I let you near me 
I still walk away from conversations 
that involve my fuck ups
just look at me now 
so you can see how you done fucked up 
or maybe that’s just what I want you thinking girl I’m stuck up 
I’m fucked 
in the head 
ain’t nobody give a damn for me 
reiterate 
no one here for me 
hate how I live
how I feel 
how I switch 
when that bottle 
upside down 
attached to my lips 
all day I feel like I’m wasted 
never had patience 
can’t be waiting on no saving graces 
baby yo feelings belated 
killing myself with all this thinking 
lord I 
don’t need no 
don’t need no 
don’t need no compromise 
for what u got in store for life 
I ride and let the time go by 
hoping that I hear yo voice say my name one more time 
I look up at the sky and pray that something catch my mind 
it’s lost 


see I got enemies with pretty eyes 
who smile like shit be sweet
drooling out my teeth 
oh don’t that bitch look like she might just fit me
act like I don’t know she getting close 
to turn around and leave me 
wolf that lost his pack still tryna fit in where the sheep be 
 know you got enemies too 
hope you see my death inside yo dreams
holding yo breathe when I get brought up
cause you feel the energy 
bet you want comfort from me 
too bad I can’t be there when you need just rolled the pain and puff that bitch away 
but that hoe never gon leave 
i hope you hate the way you think 
and how you chose to cut off me 
betta walk away from conversations 
that involve your fuck ups 
take a look around 
so you can see how you done fucked up 
or maybe you’ll realize I’m right but I know you too stuck up 
you fucked

pretty eyes (Prod. sorrow bringer)

Obsidian Cipher - Trap Instrumental Beat

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CHOSEN ONES FT. BAKER YA MAKER [PROD. HAARPER]

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Leave ya in the dirt
With a face full of hurt
Told ya I would reassert
Ichi murkin all the purps
With the knife on the right
Roundhouse to ya eyes
Sacrifice ya to the deity below the fuckin sky

I got 2 hoes on my nuts
No bitch to make a fuss
Diggin in they guts
When I'm done I don't discuss

And now it's night time
Fright time
Locate the freight
It's all mine
Snipin the back of ya head
Feel the lead
Now ya troop with the dread
It's all mine

Morale out the window
In Norcal with a nympho
I corral all them bimbos
Goin out in my limo

If you bouta disrespect
Do it with ya kinfolk
Ima break every neck
Even tho yall fuckas been broke

And when we pull up with them hoodies
Best believe you bout to bleed
Twisted fingers in the air, I got blood stains on my jeans
If I see that you not 12, then I got everything you need
I got that coke, I got that lean, and in that trunk I keep that bean
The fuck you mean? I got that phonk, I got that sauce, I keep that good, see all my ice it drip like paint and all my diamonds dipped in blood, Imma pack another brick, move a pound off yo bitch, it’s the postman playa you might drown off the drip

BLÜDHAVEN [FEAT. HAARPER] [PROD. BAKER YA MAKER]

NAGA [PROD. HAARPER]

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

PRODUCED BY @violencetahell666
ART BY ME

LYRICS:
I just wanna make some fuckin' racks
Big stacks 
Never makin' it back 
Another motherfucker winnin' when I’m killin' the track 
I’m givin' a bag 
To the ones that bumpin' on max 
And givin' another to the brothers that been part of the past 
I’m a
Young brotha
And the Flow so butter 
When I get a beat
Watch me Chop it up 
No stutter
You don’t really know me I’m infinite watch em suffer
When I’m spittin' like a villain these pussies are gonna mutter 

Who that motherfucker in the tall black tee
Long hair 
In the chair
He don’t even really speak 
But I really do think 
And I really do see
10 pairs of the eyes
That be lookin' at me 

I am the one
SXMPRA the master
Name a motherfucker and I bet I spit faster
gas mask strapped givin' a bit of a tip of da tank sir
Oh you want racks
Better rob a fuckin' bank first 

YUNG SXMPRA MANE 
YOU GON KNOW MY FUCKIN NAME HOMIE 
FEEL IT IN YO BRAIN 
HEAR THE LYRICS AS THEY SPRAY

CHOP IT UP KILLA 
AINT NO ONE AFRAID 
I BE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS 
HOMIE WATCH WHAT YOU SAY

Sippin' on this liquor like a king

Simple motherfuckers you ain’t ever know a thang 

I don’t wanna die but I’ll be goin' with a bang 

I be livin' life just chillin' tryna make some mothafuckin' bank 

All these little bitch made pussy boy types give opinions on the internet thinkin' that they right 

Little white knight cries

I’m alive I’m alright

Are you angry little homie do I make you fuckin' wild 


SXMPRA THE INFINITE ALWAYS BE KILLIN IT 

CHALLENGE ME HOMIE I DARE YOU IM FEELIN IT

I AM THE IMMINENT 

DEATH IS THE INSTRUMENT 

Leave em 6 deep
In the mothafuckin' wilderness 

Aye

Better run away 
Give a head start 
Choppin' you down cos I got the pace 
One two steppin'
Knockin' down trees on the way 
Mane I’m takin a mothafucka all the way to the grave 

Pussy mothafucka get some back bone 
I be in attack mode
Back pack strapped with the Mac oh
Cack a lack boom
When I’m spittin' on the track tho 
pussy mothafuckas better recognise that flow

Yuh 
Blow out ya knees
Watching talkin bout mane
Sxmpra got da steeze 
Watch my enemies bleed
And I be knees deep
In peace
Never let the pussy get a one up on me

INFINITE (Prod. VIOLENCETAHELL)

Ohh Word, Here We Go!

(TEDDY SLUGZ)
kicking tha track
with tha funk that smack
ready to snap back
bringing the hate
ill lay you flat
so where you at?
bringing the noise
so when you boys
wanna copy
im coming and breaking it down
cuz you boys are
looking sloppy
i gives a fuck like kurupt
ready to buck clowns
coming up out tha underground
Im east bound and down
mothafuckas wanna hang around
so they hit me up
bustas wanna test my nuts
but they cant
cuz they suck

(SXMPRA)
Bitch I’m thinking about a way to get these lames off my name 
They talkin about me givin opinions when they ain’t in the game 
I’m rippin it trippin em up spittin with the steeze that you hate 
Sxmpra this Sxmpra that mane I’m taking my aim 
Comin up out the fuckin cut with that Black blade
30 rounds in the clip cos Im spittin it like AK
Gettin up outta the whip and you dip pussy boy fraid 
Fuckin up the game 
They tryna copy get yo own brain

TEDDY SLUGZ x SXMPRA - EXPIRE (Prod. CLOUDYMANE)

Vocals: Santos Santana & @sinizterofficial
Prod by: Santos Santana

HÄSSIG FT. SINIZTER

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INFINITE (Prod. VIOLENCETAHELL)

SXMPRA

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