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

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - $ega]
Run up on a motherfucker make a cold case
Bitches always on my line yeah we doing cocaine
Yeah I fuck with a pussy boy, make him no face
If we didn’t fucking kill em then you know I rotate
I just stay by myself which is why I'm always silent
Know I'm throwing up 6ix while I'm repping fucking R10T!
Tryna make me feel bad, but I don’t fucking buy it
Steading smoking 5 blunts, put that shit in my diet
You two, hit em fucking up like I’m mewtwo
Vroom, Vroom skirting in the lot asking “Who’s new”
Take shrooms, love the fucking drugs in my room too
Blues clues, found the fucking body on youtube
Run up on a motherfucker make a cold case
Bitches always on my line yeah we doing cocaine
Yeah I fuck with a pussy boy, make him no face
If we didn’t fucking kill em then you know I rotate
Got a motherfucking shotgun
Boutta fucking pop one
Aim it at my head then I motherfucking drop em
Boutta fucking lock em
Fucking with a thot
I’m all up on her body getting white up on her cotton

[Verse 2 - Biinjo]
Qualuude in my liver is the only way I pass the time
Call me Michael Myers way my knife gon take away yo life
Cemetary, grave digger, I be workin overtime
Take a good look, if you blink, you aint gon stay alive 
I pull the strings, I determine every outcome
Even if you try to run, you know that I could catch up
Let you catch your breath because I treat you like a lab rat
Call me puppet master, cus this show gon have a new cast
Breakin down yo sediment, I’m burnin down yo residence
My money evergrowin cus my muthafuckin settlement
I’m out here raisin dead again, you talkin like you negligent
These bullets finna fly, and when they catch you, know you dead again
I’m risen from my grave, Sega the damn necromancer
I pillage in the day, all yo questions stay unanswered
Till I find yo biddie, play my music, now she belly dancin
But I do not fuck wit bitches, end her life after romancin
In a trance, we on the advance
You dont stand a chance
In my hands, heater cost a band
Don’t fuck up my plans
Drop a grand on yo hoe in France
She in love again
End her man, put his blood in cans
Sip it till I can’t, what the fuck

Necromancy

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - $egaDML]
Pulling out your teeth like a fucking dermatologist
Act I ain’t deranged like a motherfucking drama kid
She asking when we fucking, I ain’t looking for that drama bitch
Bingo and $ega we roll sativa in a crucifix 

[Verse 2 - Biinjo]
Off of the psilocybin, they call me a mycologist
Godlike, tower motherfuckers like a monolith
Not the best known, but in R10T!, I’m a monument
And if you think I’m lyin, make you submit to my dominance

[Verse 3 - $egaDML, /Biinjo/]
Chopping up his limbs watch his motherfucking life drain
/You can't hold me down, cus if you try, then I’mma break the chain/
Make him pray to god, know my actions are enlightening 
/This word play is nursery since all you fuckers know my name/

[Verse 4 - Biinjo]
Lane switch, but this shit is dangerous
I could triple plat just from a single, now I’m famous
Fuck around with Bingo and $ega? Now that is heinous
Smokin while we jokin, blood splatter on the pavement, deranged shit

[Verse 5 - $egaDML]
Boy is claiming his name, but he ain’t really bout that gang shit
Put on death row cause we way too fucking dangerous
Chopping down the door grab her neck then I break it
You never getting on cause you way too fucking lame bitch

[Verse 6 - Biinjo]
Beat up a bitch in the back of a rover
I’m flippin her over, she ti-red
Flow is immaculate, know I be packin a gat
And that shit blastin fi-re
Flow switch and the crowd go nuts
My heart beat, it go-
When the mood change, you finna hear those drums
It’s a new day that you gon die by the gun

[Verse 7 - $egaDML]
Running up on him I’m breaking his shoulder
Bitch no one is colder, stay higher
Smoking a sack and bitch I just stay laughing
She getting away so I buy her
No heart and I take his guts
My 19, it go-
Crowd yell, they show us love
I’m a fucking demon, took luci’s tongue

SMOKIN' WHILE I'M JOKIN 2

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - Biinjo]
Bingo rip into your ears, I’m tearin off yo skin
Sega take care of your family, he handlin yo kin
We gon drop this Spooky Tape because it is that time again
Write these verses with the blood of your loved ones on the tip of my pen
Call me Art the Clown, I’m causing havoc in yo city
Know I terrify the locals with my murder, what a pity
Got like 50 to my body count, I aint talkin sex
I’m endin fuckers left and right, this is a goddamn armageddon
Shred up a bitch into pieces, know its that season
Halloween music you peepin
They call me William, know that I always come back
But this family aint safe for reasons  
Piece you together like Jigsaw, throw yo ass into a pitfall
You know my zips tall
I be like Myers, I’m creeping in silence
For miles, you dont know I’m there till you’re picked off
Jason hit you wit a chop, Freddy stab you in the dark
Sega gon rip out your heart, Lecter keep you part of stock
So the sheep keep it silent till I finish off!

[Verse 2 - $ega]
Repping 6-6, one more six, you know I wash that blunt in blood
Demons influence to kill, I put pcp in that bud
Wash away their fucking scent so I go cover them in mud
It's a motherfucking plague full of death, I find it fun

Slaughter fucking pigs on the daily how we roll
So I throw up triple six, I escaped from death row
It's that big ass motherfucker with a laser and a scope
Tie a brick to their leg so their body don't go float
Cause a motherfucking Genocide
Evaluate a sense of pride
Thinking I'm the reaper
Cause I got a fucking devil scythe
Chilling with them felons mane
Pulling on my lasting chains
Load the damn repeater
And they tell me I'm so damn insane
Welcome to your hell, I drag your body to the pit
You might end up on the news while they looking at us sick
Resurrect a goth bitch now she all up on my dick
Snort another line cause we love that medicine

10.30.23

Yeah I tie the pussy down, I get my…and split his face
I got molly on my pallet, and got murder in my space
Didn’t watch his potty mouth, I put the fucker in his place
He be tweaking, beating crazy, stop the motherfuckers pace
 
Wanna try me when I’m pissy? Why not, pussy be my guest
Imma load a bunch of metal to his chest, until he dead
Told em hushy, he don’t listen, shoulda known it’s for the best
Imma let it get to talking, ‘til there’s nothing of him left

Padded walls, with nobody here to listen
I am broken and nobody here to fix it
Get help, I will never fucking listen
Off the meds, imma burn the institution (x2)

Borderline, you decide, what’s your type
Unalive, on your live, cuz your phone be hella dry, I don’t mind
I don’t mind, match the vibe
I ain’t seen you all a while, why you fuckers hit my line

When I’m dropping hella rhymes that be dissing on your guys
Send your pruny little pussies over, I’ll take out a spine
I got hella motherfuckers on the line
Best try…gang will make sure that you die

Padded walls, with nobody here to listen
I am broken and nobody here to fix it
Get help, I will never fucking listen
Off the meds, imma burn the institution (x2)

INSTITUTION [PSVCH]

[keep it in your demographic miles]

Getting stabbed up in the back, leave me Vlone
Ima track him round the block, put him 30 feet below
Think he sneaky, cunt you really think I’m slow, watch his corpse blow up
Watch his skull blow off, beached up blue whale shot

Make him turn around, his back is fucking open
Selling parts online, I’m wearing bloody fucking aprons
Dental butcher, I might make a mark with pearly chompers 
Try and track it, no ID, I guess you living homeless

Take his ass, round back, watch him splattered on the wall
Paint a picture, with that chalky resi- on the fucking floor
Take his ass, round back, watch him splattered on the wall
Paint a picture, with that chalky resi- on the fucking floor

ACUTE PSYCHOSIS [PSVCH]

MONOCHROME w/ RUGS + WILDMVTT [PSVCH]

PRODROME PHASE w/ $EGADML + DIORLEVII [PSVCH]

Run him by with spiral rods, and I be drilling at his cage
Make his pattern go off beat, I put the fucker outta phase
Grab my stick and bash the cunt, I teach the fucker his own place
Imma track the hella groupie, throw that faggot on a stage

Run him by with spiral rods, attaching coils to his flesh
Got that 2-50 lil shocker, bust open his fucking cage
V break, needa sip my piss when I create a scene
Put your body in a freezer, while I’m sipping on that lean

Getting greener by the second, you ain’t pay the fuck attention (x4)

KRK I’m blasting cunts, consider your ass fucking done
I ain’t tripping like a line, but I do lines and kill her son
KRK I’m blasting cunts and I’ve got auditory bluffs
I been hearing hella thoughts, I been hearing hella thoughts

Run him by with spiral rods, and I be drilling at his cage
Make his pattern go off beat, I put the fucker outta phase
Grab my stick and bash the cunt, I teach the fucker his own place
Imma track the hella groupie, throw that faggot on a stage

Run him by with spiral rods, attaching coils to his flesh
Got that 2-50 lil shocker, bust open his fucking cage
V break, needa sip my piss when I create a scene
Put your body in a freezer, while I’m sipping on that lean

Psychotic tripper, hit a lick up on your tag
Toe-toe tag a bitch, I ain’t talking hella cap
Put his body in a lab, you’s a rodent like a rat
Suck a dick you fucking faggot suck my lower better half bitch

Kicks on me and I got licks
Hit your boy up with the blick
Pussy you think you is slick, but imma mark you like a hick (x2)

CORRUPTELAM [PSVCH]

📲 IG: @sai.kuuuuu
you're either tapped in or you're not

R10T! Is a 10-member collective based off the sound of the underground. Members are followed.

https://linktr.ee/r10trecords

New tracks tagged #$ega