anybody here from the crackhead in the bathroom😭

rap shit

Lyrics:

Chronically a chronic toker
Down for whatever 
Word to my mother
I’ll kill motherfuckers
Never a pushover 
But I push triggers 
If you burn me
send your soul to wherever 
Drop you to the ground
with a couple rounds
Then one to the head 
So you’re headed underground
euthanize you 
just like the dog pound
5150
I Don’t fuck around


I can be the nicest motherfucka you have ever met
Or the last person you see 
before ems
They say an eye for eye 
A tooth for a tooth 
But if you hurt those I love 
They won’t ever find you
I’d Rather be tried by 12 
Then carried by six 
Just here to enjoy my cannabis and 
the shit show that life is
So I sit back and flick my bic

WHATEVER (PROD. BLXXDMAGE)

Imma kill shit 
Spit with the sickness 
Young mothafucka bringin heat 
Dollar bills on my wish list 
Long live biggie imma never miss Christmas 
Creepin up out the tomb I leave a witness suspicious 
Like hold up 
I get buck 
Used to have a stutter now I never give a fuck 
Comin up out the gutter now I’m boutta double up 
Never let my mother suffer we gon get the fuck out the rut 
You’ll never hold me 
Hear the sirens and the police 
Nikes on my feet 
Deep 
On a soul seek 
Thinkin about the times I refused to see
In 3D 
Now Im seein everythang how it should be 
Uh 
On the microphone 
I’m at home 
Rippin and trippin up on the flows 
Till my eyes glow 
Ya go slow 
Boy tell me what cha know 
Shout out JGRXXN
Schema the posse stayin on the go bitch 
Keep the same face even when the wind change 
Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate 
They resonate 
With the lines I create 
Elevate 
To a state 
Of revelation and regenerate 
This ya fate 
rhymes clean like Colgate 
I be rippin it quick leave ya jaw dropped no way 
Like okay 
Sxmpra got the plays 
Now riddle me this mothafucka where the fuck is my pay 
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn bey blade 
Pull my damn card in five parts that’s an end game 
Imma keep it goin blowin up like grenade 
Sippin liquor from my cup like it’s mothafuckin lemonade 
Uh 
And I just can’t stop 
Ill drop heat till I pop 
This a 24/7 shop 
Send shots 
Like a Mac 10 
Back when 
I could give a fuck 
Bout a never really has been 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t have time for the precious games 
Boutta pop off so remember the name 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t talk when there’s nothin to gain 
We ain’t the same bitch stay in ya lane 

Kick dust 
Let em bust slugs like teddy 
Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready 
I’m a stone cold villain 
Next to Willem sittin steady 
See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti 
I’m betting 
Half the scene still wetting they bedding 
They getting petty forgetting I’m getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I’ll be letting ya get me or I’ll be wrecking the setting itll be ya head that I’m blending bitch 
Uh 
What’s that in my backpack 
You don’t really see me get that 
Playin on ya girl like a tech deck 
Pussy mothafucka better step back mmm

Better step the fuck back 
Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack 
I don’t give a fuck pussy send whos next 
Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck

just another rap song (prod. ISVVC)

CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

Take The Field

HELLA DUSTY! (Prod. SXMPRA)

FREE prod.PYCTUR

Pandemic Nemesis from the Album -The Demiurge- (2016)

The Demiurge

Pandemic Nemesis

Inertia - Pandemic Nemesis

Jahseh

Bass Santana - Curse Ft. XXXTENTACION, Coolie Cut & Kin$oul (1)

My torment vs My wrath (prod. syler)

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- SKULL CRACK!

GIMME A SECOND

THE ALCHEMIST (Prod. RiCh LoSeR)

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

A collection of songs that I have compiled over a month or so, enjoy.

LYRICS:

Wake up in a ditch 
With some blood on my kicks 

Liquor by my body 
And I can’t feel shit 

Blood on my lips 
Few cuts on my wrist 
And my Brand new shirt 
Full of dirt fuck this 

Pull myself up 
I am the enemy 
Stop with fuckery 
You ain’t no friend of me 

Evil embodied is what I was meant to be 

Anti to everything 

Gripping the dirt I can feel my self frail I’m weakened by every time I have failed to recognise I can control any aspect of life that I like if it bothers me I will not hide 

Takin a fuckin blade up in my spine
Look up at my face and tell me am I doin fine  
I cannot seem to be one with the demons a feeling I fear I will never describe 

You don’t wanna be another mothafucka layin in the bottom of sea or takin a swing up in a tree I’m thinkin of every time I coulda woulda put a fuckin bullet in the book of everything that I be callin my dreams 

I guess I’m 
Tired of all of theses fuckas that can’t seem keep my name outta they mouth 

Bitch I never beat around a bush I tell a pussy what I’m bout and I won’t ever give a fuck about a thang called clout  

Nowhere to run I got nowhere to call my home
None of these mothafuckas hit my phone 

I don’t wanna walk on this road alone 
Blood on my shoes now there’s blood in the snow

SNOW

A collection of songs that I have compiled over a month or so, enjoy.

LYRICS:

Talkin to the gods and I got one wish 

Everybody die young I don’t wanna jump ship 

You don’t know mothafucka don’t be jumpin so quick 

Don’t be runnin with the numbers they don’t wanna see you win 

Hold that grudge bitch v fo vendetta 
Clever with the set up now I get to be better
Now they wanna be me cos I make it look easy 
I be steezy keepin eatin all these rappers never let up 

Kill it like a villain imma sit upon the ceilin when I’m spittin got a milli lyrics rippin I’m givin it imma 
misfit 

Ill shit 

I don’t really feel this 

Knife in my spine 

Turn up on me with quickness 
Aye 

Never fuckin with with the business 
Money be the one to cause a mothafuckin sickness 

Kill another brotha for the money gotta quit this 

Bills AINT shit 
When 
A man ain’t livin 

Aye 
Aye 
Aye 
Aye 
Aye
Aye 

People stay killin eachother for nothin and nothin will stop em from grippin the K 

Bang 

Fuck it I’m stayin away 
Keepin it underground fuck all the main 
Stay lowkey
Till I proceed 
To the trophy 
Never hold me 
better watch closely 

Aye aye aye aye aye 
I’ll never fade 
I’ll never fade
I see my fate As clear as day 
No more to say 
I guess I’m made this way 

So walk away 
So walk away 
Walk away 
I got no more to say 
I guess I’m made this way 
I guess I’m made this way 

Made this way 
I guess I’m made this way x2
Made this way 
I guess I’m made this way x2

MISFIT

https://www.songkick.com/artists/10253084-sxmpra

SNOW

SXMPRA

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