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Mayday
I jus crashed my whip cant stand this shit
Payday
Money lifted wheres my spirit sit?
Blame me
Reckless thoughts gon make that syrup hit
SHAME ME
Drugs are coursing im up in this bitch

Mayday
I jus crashed my whip cant stand this shit
Payday
Money lifted wheres my spirit sit?
Blame me
Reckless thoughts gon make that syrup hit
SHAME ME
Drugs are coursing im up in this bitch

Man tell me i'm twisted cuh my remorse left now i stay straight stacked up in this b!tch
Got man down and my boy clipped that how they do it on twitch
Aimin my sights high for that life they living at ritz
Tell me how your favourite rappers staying involved with dem kids
Shameless
Stop giving these lowlifes names bro
Voice in my head gimme reason, it's peak now i aim low 6 shots in the draco make a man fold
Psycho flow all nice no blow, said she like how i beat, man i jus got that tempo
Claim they got stacks but man are still driving rentals

Mayday
I jus crashed my whip cant stand this shit
Payday
Money lifted wheres my spirit sit?
Blame me
Reckless thoughts gon make that syrup hit
SHAME ME
Drugs are coursing im up in this bitch

Mayday
I jus crashed my whip cant stand this shit
Payday
Money lifted wheres my spirit sit?
Blame me
Reckless thoughts gon make that syrup hit
SHAME ME
Drugs are coursing im up in this bitch

When i slide in the night imma leave a man holy but he ain't blessed no stress
No cappin i back my bro fvck a london ting she riding slow but she getting all vexed
All bark no bite these man a liars, i ain't tryna deal with what they got next
Tryna come against me like a fvcked up trip, i'll have a man staring straight into death

Mayday
I jus crashed my whip cant stand this shit
Payday
Money lifted wheres my spirit sit?
Blame me
Reckless thoughts gon make that syrup hit
SHAME ME
Drugs are coursing im up in this bitch

Mayday
I jus crashed my whip cant stand this shit
Payday
Money lifted wheres my spirit sit?
Blame me
Reckless thoughts gon make that syrup hit
SHAME ME
Drugs are coursing im up in this bitch

MAYDAY!

prod.  @triplesixdelete
m&m  lordgasp

LYRICS:

i’m a savage
cold killer, call me guts
when i’m gonn’ ravage
knock knock ima drop em like they acid
yeah motherfucker i’m a fucking maverick
a godlike creature painting on his canvas
fucked up 
i could move the planets
PIPE UP, stupid you gonn’ end up in a casket
fuck with my convictions and i swear i go berserk
baby you my casca come and top me like a bird

  
you can laugh cuz i prefer to live a life of my own
and i feel it there’s a presence getting closer to home 
issa omen, it’s that feeling when you’re out of your zone
when you’re talking to yourself but are you really alone?

and it’s piling up and piling up, and on and on
i could snap at any moment i’ll be snapping their arms
uh , there’s no point in living
if i can’t let em know
i’ll be more alive than ever when i’m breaking their bones

i cant pop pills no i cant puff nada
im so anxious  *pass me my inhaler*
i cant stop
wondering will the pain stop 
brain gets sicker , contemplating on pullin the trigga

ive been waiting for something to happen
i’m running around with a rope on my neck
on my way to be something
they never believed i’m a god of my own
i’m a savage  you’re awaking maniacal thoughts 
ima throw all your parts after ripping em fast
like an animal busting your head open 
blood on the bat and theres no comingback

non stop
working on my desktop
burning my own skin
just to show em what i’m made of

[hook repeat]

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GODLIKE

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

I dont think you understand the trouble you in
33 been dragging bodies out the cellar again
And really lately my mental state hasnt been on its bestest
Pulled the chain a little too hard now her body is headless
Oh dear what a shame
But who really needs a brain?
Walk around like you aint got one everyone is here to blame
Cant escape me bitch no matter how far you go
I can track your scent like im a dog in a grove

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

Lost inside yourself its like you fucks never listened
Told your ass to watch your back or you might end up missing
Tell me how it feels
Living nightmare shit is real
You cant run from me forever bitch im nipping at your heals
Look bitch! save yourself the exhaustion
Let me drag you cross the forest to my cellar and lock it
You like that! lets make you feel how i felt
Buried underneath the surface still alive with no bell

Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion
Look bitch save yourself the exhaustion

Balancing my life
Is on a wire
Stuck inside my lows
Aint getting higher
I dont wanna die
But whens it my turn
Look up at the sky
Until my eyes burn
Hands around your throat
but this aint for play
Imma ruin everything about you in the worse way
Chalk em up and screech it out you caught me on my worse day
I can tell she want it but baby youre not my forte

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GauzeValley (prod. ³³marrow)

w the homie https://soundcloud.com/sinizterofficial

REAPER W/ SINIZTER (PROD. MODEST0 X LUNA)

BLOOD CREEK W/ NIKKO X DAEGHO (PROD. DABEAST)

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

FEATURING https://soundcloud.com/omega299

LYRICS:
(Clevamane)
Bitch I pop out like a stickman I got a beam on it,
Shoutout the society you know I took the screens from 'em,
Hit the audio source make the shawty scream on it,
Bitch I’m in the lobby mobbing with the fucking team on me,

Keeping all y’all hidden you know I can’t trust no bitch,
Particles up in my vision bitch I’m different then you skids,
This a war zone, me and omega we pull a Blitz on em,
Meet me in the pits I guarantee you’ll blow to bits homie,

Coming with a pack now, spice stuffed in my pants,
How you gon' talk bout my past when you only taking handouts,
You stand out, I sock you in your shit until you blackout,
Your mad now, you wanna talk your shit until you pass out,

Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,

(Omega)
Yeah you wanna fuckin hollow bitch I'm aiming for your dome,
We society we throwin' up, we repping with the chrome,
Screamin' stickman shit, In the cities that we roam,
Ain't nobody got a thing on us we making you atone,

Me and Clever goin stupid on this shit, we goin dumb,
Got us murdering these beats and killing pussies just for fun,
Yeah we keeping it 100  and you know we never run,
Try and doubt us we about it bitch you'll never see a son,

Yeah I'm patiently waiting, I've got the gas I'm inhaling,
I see the newgen's be faking, yeah they be all up on our dicks,
Swear to God they be chasing, I keep a blade that I'm swinging,
Ill knock 'em dead on the pavement and leave 'em spazzing that's a hit bitch,

Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,

(Clevamane)
Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,

(Omega)
Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Hit a Man Down,
Man Down, Man Down, Bitch a Man Down,

MAN DOWN

MAN DOWN (Ft. Omega)

Produced by Gullyspit
Cover art by Gullyspit


Lyrics:
Is he a Man or a Monster?

Verse 1:
Why you creeping? Where you going? What you looking for?
I can help you, come inside now let me shut the door
Take a seat , can I get you something to eat ?
I can tell that you been craving looking grayer than the street
Grit ya teeth, Huh
Take a breath I know your ready  
Hands are heavy but your finger tips are empty 
Brought you back out of that coffin got you stuck to me like flies
I just a need a second nothing precious about your time 
Crooked smiles , missing teeth , with the wicked grins 
Missing needles, broken vials, and them sticking pins 
Sewing back up what was taken from your skin
Daggers in your smile 
Use soap before you rinse 
Washing off the stains, see your viens, get a glimpse
Nearer blood the bloodier it gets 
Remember every face paranoia in the flesh
Nothing worse than those empty little threats

Hook:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette 

Verse 2:
Broken heels, bloody soles, running nose
Leaving places that nobody ever goes 
Except for piggies and the crows
Masterpiece complete done by numbers in row
I got leaches for your poison 
I got poison for your woes 
Death here in abundance I got violence for the show
Kick yo shoes off at the door and kick your habits out tomorrow 
Nothing but your time and your time is only borrowed

Bridge:
Its only Borrowed x2
Nearer Blood The Bloodier it gets x4

Hook x2:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette

Outro:
Take more drugs

Crooked Little Veins

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

MAYDAY!

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