Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - $egaDML]
Trick or treating once again, I’m tryna make a friend
I been by myself for so long, it feels normal
And I guess it my fault, I can’t even shift the blame
Paranoia when I sleep, it’s been driving me insane
Yo depression (wassup), tell them how we fucking coming
Popping pills up with the drops, you already know we bugging
Keep a fake identity like my name was McLovin
I can’t even start to see how you thots just keep on sucking
I’m a ghost, feel invisible, always felt invincible
Till’ I met that girl now I make another lyric hoe
Make this shit sound lyrical, I am always fearless though
Never fall in love cause I know it breaks my spiritual
Envied by the gods cause they know I feel emotion
Drag my fucking body to the grave, now they notice
Lose my fucking mind, I can’t even  keep my focus
It’s been one god damn year and she still got me broken

[Verse 2 - Biinjo]
Got me broken on some stupid shit, I’m done
If you tryna mess around, know yo temple meet my gun
I don’t wanna be yo friend, tryna find who i am
I write poems, I write songs, and they tossed in the can
I’m a goddamn perfectionist (Then how you still suck?)
Guess I never learn my lesson man, this world got me stuck
In my dorm till like 4 am, tryna write myself a banger
On the hanger where it stay, this point, don’t give a fuck
Maybe if I stay persisent, maybe if I fuckin listened
Mama told me how to work around this shitty life of mischief
How to be the bigger man, how to use my time and instance
Just to find out who I am, what I want, and how to give it
But I still feel lost, fuck that bitch who left me stranded
That shit really caught me offguard like they shot me candid
When I’m writin, its an oddjob, need my source of payment
Sega ring me when I’m on call, that’s just how we playin
Entertainment what I wanna give, quality is how I live
People say my music help em, thank you, thats just what it is
Sentimental value with the effort that I’m puttin in
I don’t wanna quit, I got like 10 more years up in this biz
Boutta catch yall at this little outro that we did
Shoutout to the boys at R10T!, they the best up in this shit
Love my brothers out at 6ix too, they can make yall fuckers move
This the end of the official Spooky Tapes, Volume 2

[Verse 3/Outro - $egaDML, **Biinjo**]
I go speak my fucking truth, but the words will come out slurred
**Tell me somethin new, but I dont’ listen, I’m not tryna learn**
**I feel so alone**
**I’m so alone**
I go speak my fucking truth, but the words will come out slurred
Feels like everyday I just been living through a curse
**I’m far from home**

My Soul's Broken, but My Bones Are Still Intact

Lyrics
[Verse 1 - $ega]
Gut a motherfucker and we eat (I can’t fucking see)
Tore and wore his face, they don’t wanna fuck with me
breath in and out
Pour some emo blood in my tea (Something’s wrong with me)
Killed my fucking brothers so they never gonna leave
Cocaine, thirties, don’t you worry
I can see your throat is burning
Tables turning, never learning
Kill his kin, I’m in hurry
Mixing codeine with the demons in my room
Never fucking dead even when I’m in a tomb

[Verse 2 - Biinjo]
I wanna put a cigarette burn in my brain
I am insane, what is my name
I am so lost in this desolate plane
Am I insane? Where is my brain
Left it outside like a week ago
Take a couple tabs, now im tweakin hoe
See the mainframe as it breaks into pieces
(I cannot see, have my eyes been removed?)
I CANNOT SEE
I CANNOT TELL IF THE WORLD IS DARK
OR IF THAT DARK IS REALLY ME
FLAMINGO FLY THROUGH THE BREEZE
BUT I DIVE IN   WATERS OF SHALLOW DEGREES
(I CANNOT SEE)
I’M LOSING MYSELF, I’M LOST IN THIS MAZE
I’M SMOKIN ON BOOF, I LEAVE WITH A HAZE
I’M SHOCKED BY THE CULTURE AS IF I WERE TAZED
NOW LOOK AT YOUR HOME AND THE WAY IT WAS RAZED
WARM RAIN, POURIN DOWN
I CANNOT SEE EITHER WAY
SILENT HILL, HOLD MY PEACE
TILL I CUT OUT MY OWN BRAIN
I AM LOST OUT AT SEA
I NEED SOMEONE ELSE TO SAVE
I HAVE NO COMPANY
TIE THIS NOOSE SO I CAN HANG

SILENT HILL

Lyrics:
[Hook - $ega, /Drape/]
Asking for a word lil bitch we fucking past that
Mixing up some chems better wear a fucking gas mask
/Bitch you talk a lot of shit for a nigga who in a trash bag/
/Spin the block up on yo brother, that nigga gon steal your hashtag/
Night vision yeah I'm taking my mask off
Hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat cock
/Bitch I knockout a nigga like Call of Duty or Black Ops/
/Bitch that pussy a critical, make a nigga wanna pop off/

[Verse 1 - $ega]
Get a instakill finna take his fucking soul
Pack-a-punch my fucking gun, yeah that shit fucking blow
Drag em straight to hell, grab the motherfucking gold
Got more kills than fucking Satan, try to make me death row
Put a cross on his head like a motherfucking priest
Ray gun times 2, then you gonna rest in peace
Cocaine in my nose cause I’m running on E
Got goons outside finna fucking free me
New chains, shackles, stay, rattled
Y’all inside a herd like you motherfucking cattle
IEPD keep tryna go to battle
I told em good try you gon have to fucking paddle
Away, throw em in space
Omni-man bloodlust, lock me in a cage
Crush his whole head with my hands, enraged
Rearrange his neck cause he didn’t fucking pay, augh

[Hook - $ega, /Drape/]
Asking for a word lil bitch we fucking past that
Mixing up some chems better wear a fucking gas mask
/Bitch you talk a lot of shit for a nigga who in a trash bag/
/Spin the block up on yo brother, that nigga gon steal your hashtag/
Night vision yeah I'm taking my mask off
Hold onto my gun like your momma on my fat cock
/Bitch I knockout a nigga like Call of Duty or Black Ops/
/Bitch that pussy a critical, make a nigga wanna pop off/

[Verse 2 - Biinjo]
Oppa tryna fight, night night, lights out hoe
Kill that fucker, put him on a shirt cus his stats low
Blood splatter when I blast a gat at his head tho
Hear them bullets pop from the heater in my hands, hoe
Pack-a-punch my Tommygun, Im shootin up yo whole block
Got a Speakeasy, in my pocket, got a double glock
Mustang and Sally, got the shit that make the party rock
Redfoo tryna mix the sprite up with that quality wock
Instakill, I pop the pill, the record deal
Be comin to me in no time
Sega, Drape, and Bingo here, our motives clear
We tend to steer the fuckin party into our line
Never gotta mention that our music gettin numbers
All the boys in R10T! At the top, we never fumble
Blast another opp for talkin shit, he quit the mumble
Magnum in my hand make these muthafuckers crumble, gone

iNSTAKiLL (ft. Drape)

Lyrics:
[Intro]
You thought you could run
You thought it was over
We have only just begun
Rise again, Bingo and $ega
Reawaken and cause pandemonium
Let there be known there is no savior
Only death

[Verse 1 - Bingo]
Howl in the night
When the full moon come around, I’mma strike
Takin yo life, I dont play nice
I rip a fucker to shreds with no use of a knife
Kill in the night and I got me an alibi
Sega be sayin he been wit me that whole time
Detective tryin to figure if its a lie
So when they right, I pop chrome in they dome and they die
Bury they heads in the broad light
Keep they bodies for food, leave it on ice
Leave no meat on the bone
Then share with the homies at R10T! Who know how to end lives
When I’m round, i do not tend to play nice
Keep a knife on my hip like a ghost might
Got a mask on my face like the whole time
Know I’m not stayin just to be polite
Pull a gat and go-
Just know on the trigger, i dont stop stop stop!
Tryna run away? You gon fall and drop!
This a call back, knife in your GOD DAMN HEART!
I stab and I kill, and I do not give a damn
Pull your eyeballs out, and I pop em in my hand

[Interlude]
You thought you could escape it
You thought there was peace
You only live to serve a purpose
To kill, destroy, and do it again
Today you will learn
You will not escape
You are going to stay here forever

[Verse 2 - $ega]
What the fuck
Shoot my veins like the trig of my gun
Murder case and I fucking won
Creep at night, don’t like the sun
Tell me who the fuck would play this shit
Intoxicated, breaking shit
In constant fucking pain with shit
You know they fucking banging it
Gunning, running, got a .44 you know it fucking drumming
Fucking running, holes up in his body like a fucking Funyun
Kill to save? Ha, I just kill them for the pleasure
They gon find his DNA on a fucking bloodied sweater

[Outro]
D- D- Do not fight it
Do- Do- Do- Do not- not- not resist it
A- Attempts will be met with nothing but utter failure
Th- Th- There is nothing you can do
But follow my command

WEREWOLF TEARING SHIRT TYPE BEAT

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - $ega]
Tie a fucker down chop him limb by limb
Watch his blood get flushed, cops breaking in
On acid fucking tripping, know i always win
They want me fucking dead, ressurect my twin
I'm slicing up his stomach make a noose with his guts
Like a fucking black cat you get filled with bad luck
Ain't a god lil boy you a motherfucking mutt
You should get another day job cause your music fucking sucks
Slit my fucking wrist and mix it in with the wine
Carving out his fucking throat so they never hear him crying
I don't fuck with your clique you should take it as a sign
Cause if I see you running I'm gon break your fucking spine

[Verse 2 - Biinjo]
FUNNY FUCKER, GET YO TUMMY TUCKED
YOU FINNA SEE WHATS UP
I MAKE YOU DUCK, THESE BULLETS FROM MY GUN
THEY GOIN DUN DUN DUN
YOU OUTTA LUCK, ITS DEATH PLAGUE
YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT THO
I GET MY BUCKS, GOT RACKS ON RACKS
YOU BARELY GOT A BAND TO THROW
STUCK UP IN THIS ELEVATOR
SAYONARA, SEE YOU LATER
THINKING THAT YOU TOUGH
BUT YOU ARE NOTHIN BUT A FUCKIN HATER
I AINT GOTTA ROLL MY PAPERS
I GOT HOES FOR THAT
I COULD FLY RIGHT OUT THIS BITCH
AND SPEED OFF IN MY THUNDERCAT, AY
HALLOWEEN SPECIAL, WE DROPPIN AGAIN
NOW WE GOT US A NAME AND SOME FANS
YOU WOULDNT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MUSIC THATS GOOD
IF IT FELL IN THE PALM OF YO HANDS
I GOT A CHOPPA INSIDE OF MY GRIP
IF I BLAST AT THE GROUND, I CAN MAKE A HOE DANCE
I GOT A BITCH ON THE SIDE ANYWAY
SHE A SNEAKY LIL HOE, BUT SHE GRIP ON MY PANTS
YOU CAN TALK SHIT ALL YOU WANT
BUT IT WONT FUCKIN PHASE ME
I COULD SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL
AND LEAVE YOU PUSHIN DAISIES

I dont wanna rap anymore my throat hurts
Fuck dude- fuck- FUUU-

The Floor to Hell Is REDACTED

I'm not transcribing this goofy skit -Bingo

Elevator (skit)

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - Sega]
Smoking on dat reefer while we catch another body
Bitch I’m way too hungover now I’m feeling like a zombie
Throw up in a bag, cause there’s blood I keep on coughing
Bingo take out competition like he taking out the laundry
Know these pills are killing me I can’t seem to go resist it
Fuck my liver and my health, medicine gon help me fix them
Kill a fucking cop while we screaming “fuck the system”
It’s been Fuck The Population, but they never wanna listen
I don’t know where to go with this shit
10 emo girls going all up on my dick
Saying something stupid you gon catch a fucking fist
Know I fucking pack-a-punch with that weight on my wrist
It’s that- It’s that- It’s that mystery cold homicidal
Tell you kids to bring they bible
Kill my friends, no fucking eyes closed
Don’t trust fuck boys, they gon rival
Bring em to the pit I left
Taking 10, no fucking less
Kill a fed, eternal rest
“Who just killed em?” take a guess

[Verse 2 - Bingo]
Takin out the garbage, theres a body in the bag
Bingo aint here just to fuck around, hes here to make his laps
Ive got $ega on my side, so if you try and do some funny shit
We both gon end your life, we on some money shit, dummy bitch
I’m tweakin, I feel like I’m reachin the end
Now my trip turnin into a bender, uh
I’m creepin, the game on its head
Cus the plague made of death on its way to come end you, uh
Sega done pack-a-punch when necessary
But I got a heater in my hands I carry
Got straps and AR’s hidden in cemeteries
I’m very peculiar of where theyre buried
I send a Hail Mary your way
I’m free anyday, you ask for a shootout, you may make it out
But if chrome to yo face, you cant get away
Yo blood splatter all over me, aint no doubt
Got a missile, it’s aimed at your house
They scream “fuck the pigs” because thats what we bout
We dont care for humans in this day and age
I plead that one day we can all make it out

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - Sega]
And I wake up on the floor
Got some writing on my arm, 00:24
Now I'm banging on the door
The world just started ending why the fuck do they ignore
Might have laced the blunt
They started changing up
If I don't waste my luck
I might just make the cut
I might just save myself
Before the end of the world
Got men in mask
Making my head do swirls
Now I'm tripping, man I'm Sipping, on the punch in the bowl
How the hell am I in here, never made it home
I see future promises that will always hold
I predict my death is soon, when I see my soul
Goddamn

[Verse 2 - Biinjo]
That’s what I’m sayin when my life come to an end
Beg to dieties I don’t believe to try and cleanse my sin
I been broken, but I cannot let that take my life again
So I sit here, write my feelings while I cry and hold my pen
Disgrace, I feel so misplaced, out of state
Only way I feel myself is when I make my great escape
Sour taste in my mouth from the blunt or what I say?
Rappin aint hobby for me now, it’s how I handle pain
Rippy-rappin, my feet tippy-tappin, cant control my energy
I’m takin slaps and blunders to the face cus I deserve to bleed
They held me captive, heart inside a cage, but I can’t set it free
It’s counteractive how I spit my truth mixed with hypocrisy
Heart grown cold to the world
I ain’t got no form of empathy for no one but this girl
Broke the chain a couple times, guess I’m goin for a three peat
Write a few more lines to the song you got on repeat, bitch, I’m fuckin gone

Product of Fear

@segadml

@blvepsych
Leave a white stain on the ground when I’m done with ya, sniffing that chalk (x2)

Draw me a line and it gone (x4)

Got ‘bout 10k toolage, rip your flesh apart
I got many shots up in this mag, I let it tear em up
Plenty caps up in this mag, plenty caps to fill you up
I got hunned papers in the morgue, and they be stacking up

I got glossy in my eyes, straight-fog inside my mind
I be taking hella rails, of that pearly fucking white (x2)

Leave a white stain on the ground when I’m done with ya, sniffing that chalk (x2)

Draw me a line and it gone (x4)

@segadml
Draw me a line and it gone, lines up in my nose I love it
Making the king the pawn play a pussy like a trumpet
Fuck it I get my gun, know I slide through then I gun em
Fuck your culture bitch I’m from the south, we selling pistols by the douzon 

Fucking nothing, smashing pumpkins, while I pump fake
Molly crushing, fuck you cunt I’m always rushing
Like no russian, I’m a punk I’m never taking shit or listen in you fucking dumb bitch

Laying out the drugs on my table while I chop a hoe
Choppa on my side I’m laying bullets into festivals
6 feet buried I know I lick her like I’m Messi hoe 
Bitches fucking talking shit, suck my fucking testicles

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