KKNOTT - ColdHeartedPlayaz [w/ xvooted x Prod$now ]

Dissenting

STARS

[Lyrics]
Mugen Hills in dis bitch
Wit da squad in dis bitch 
Ain’t no pullin off in dis bitch
Don’t make me break the law lil bitch 
Boy ain’t no room to talk in dis bitch
Who da boss in dis bitch
Mane come and box in dis bitch 
Mane come and brawl in dis bitch 

Wit da gang and we turbo charging in the whip
Hit a lick on the plug, we had to cop a zip 
And my gang riding dirty, yo gang be ridin dick
Yo niggas swing the pole, before they swing the fists 
Is you ready to rumble, fuck the politics 
Put da shit to his face, he think it’s oculus 
You a rat, you be fillin out the documents 
Hope u know yo decision come wit consequences

Dare you come to my side, my nigga it get vicious
We’ll rip dat boy up bc he look suspicious
Bitch i hang wit da vamps, demons, and the witches
While you hang wit da pussy niggas and the bitches 
Boy u standing on mud, my niggas stand on business
Boy we packin the weight, he think it’s planet fitness
We ain’t leadin dis shit my nigga we done finished
No can’t be the same, my nigga there’s a difference

Danny Phantom the blunt, connected to the spirits
And i’m ridin the track and beat without a ticket 
Killin shit, and it’s barely longer than snippet 
I’m the king of the world, we cannot coexist
Cuz my niggas get down and get the party wicked 
Like my back took a whip, we pull up and we pick em off 
Bully a opp bc i like to piss em off
Das a lick on ya chips, i gamble and i get em all

That’s different, that’s different, that’s different, that’s different
Pull this blade out my pants and i skin him
Pull this blade and i make an incision

That’s different, that’s different, that’s different, that’s different
We ain’t leadin this shit cuz we finished
No we can’t be the same, we different 

That’s different, that’s different, that’s different, that’s different

That’s different, that’s different, that’s different, that’s different

That’s different, that’s different, that’s different, that’s different

That’s different, that’s different, that’s different, that’s different

different ! (prod.vloneoxygen)

[Lyrics]

Real rated R, man this life is not for toddlers
Wherever i went it was killers, never robbers
Watchin how we move the weight, they really spotters 
Long ass neck and the chop go rada rada
He thought we had butterfingers til we caught em
Gang strapped up like a suicide bomber
Pullin up, thugged out in a chevrolet impala
Open BB, she wan eat me, Jeffrey Dahmer 

Don’t ever lack, why these niggas takin chances
Smooth wit the stick, ima call it pole dancin 
I drew the shit wit the beam and u the canvas
Bitches, fakes, lames, never understand us
Bitch it’s a wrap like a gift, yk im Krampus
808s pick up the house like we in Kansas
Rather ya hands boy u can’t do verbal damage
Smokin on Danny, im feelin like a phantom 

Choppa gon sizzle a pig, bacon
Walk in the room and she get naked
Pull up all black is the fit, Satan
Fuck all dat stress bout a bitch, jaded 
All dat talkin dat u did, say it
Made a sandwich wit my fist, taste it
Up da choppa wit the blue beams, put it to his chest and call em Dick Grayson

This is a demon attack
Demons around when i open the pack
Don’t call me twin boy, don’t call me slatt
Cuz i hang wit the big dogs, u just a cat 
Pussy, bitch i wanna see you stack, rookie
2 shoes on the strands, goody
Mugen run it, leave ‘em flat, woody
Now ya homie rolled up, tootsie

Real rated R, man this life is not for toddlers
Wherever i went it was killers, never robbers
Watchin how we move the weight, they really spotters 
Long ass neck and the chop go rada rada
He thought we had butterfingers til we caught em
Gang strapped up like a suicide bomber
Pullin up, thugged out in a chevrolet impala
Open BB, she wan eat me, Jeffrey Dahmer

Real rated R, man this life is not for toddlers
Wherever i went it was killers, never robbers
Watchin how we move the weight, they really spotters 
Long ass neck and the chop go rada rada
He thought we had butterfingers til we caught em
Gang strapped up like a suicide bomber
Pullin up, thugged out in a chevrolet impala
Open BB, she wan eat me, Jeffrey Dahmer

Rated R [prod. cxshcam]

Prod by: @prodbysnoww

Robstar: @robstar100

[Robstar]
(Verse 1)
Feel the world move slow in the back of the Cadillac
Think I had a heart attack
Coulda been the drugs maybe somethin' in the bud
Maybe somethin' in the $now
Bitches with a little love but they got a lotta blow
Pass around doin' lines off the shawty's iPhone
Eye dilate, "Die Young" reppin' on the road
I got too much in my head to know what's in my nose
If a hater want' be bled then pull up to a show

[Scar$]
(Chorus)
Born in the south mothafucka yeah my team be cold like $now
I'm a dead mothafucka, no emotions that I show
Say what you want mothafucka 'cause right now I'm laying low
You could find me if you want to but I'll make the gun blow, hoe

I got demons in my pocket, pull out benzos from my closet
I got 44 problems but your bitch think I'm a prophet
I got 44 hoes that all want me for my profit
Stressin' everyday now, bitch I wake up then I vomit

[Scar$]
(Bridge)
*at this point I'm to tired to even try to sleep*
*my doctor gave me meds and I flushed them straight down the toilet*
*I don't even know what psychotic means, that don't sound like a real thing if you ask me*
*all I need is an AK to cuddle me to sleep*
*I have been informed that $now has fallen into eternal rest after sending me this beat. RIP bro*

[Robstar]
(Verse 2)
Going to sleep with a gun to my head 
They pullin' up I shoot first 
Who you think you fuckin' with 
I roll 'round in that hearse 
Yeah I get that crazy brain and for that I got a nurse 
911 on speed dial they call me up to flirt 
Demons in my bed 
Some call 'em a curse 
I call 'em the baddest bitches of the under earth 
With no reason for leavin' until the second I ain't breathin' 
Making fire for the cash and I got money to burn

[Scar$]
(Chorus)
Born in the south mothafucka yeah my team be cold like $now
I'm a dead mothafucka, no emotions that I show
Say what you want mothafucka 'cause right now I'm laying low
You could find me if you want to but I'll make the gun blow, hoe

I got demons in my pocket, pull out benzos from my closet
I got 44 problems but your bitch think I'm a prophet
I got 44 hoes that all want me for my profit
Stressin' everyday now, bitch I wake up then I vomit

[$now]
(Outro)
*naaah, who was the one who said that I died?*
*fuck you mane*

VOMIT

Scar$ & Robstar - VOMIT

Production by: $hneaky $now
Vocals by: Nervexx

MURDER ON THE LINE W/NERVEXX

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Scar$ is the Rat King and Grunge Prince — born from the underground, stitched together with scar tissue and everything he couldn’t bury.

He co-founded the Die Young Collective alongside his brother and frequent collaborator Quiteevil — one of the sharpest, darkest-sounding minds to ever press a key. But Scar$ doesn’t belong to one sound, one camp, or one lane. He’s a genre-dodging phantom with a voice like a warning.

His music feels like confessions scratched into the wall of a forgotten room. It's too raw to be performance, too personal to be fiction. Some songs spiral slow. Others hit so hard they’ll make your steering wheel twitch and your ex text back.

“You cannot define me” isn’t branding. It’s survival.
Scar$ slips between grunge, hip hop, industrial static, and alt collapse — sometimes stripped to the bone, sometimes chaotic enough to make your brain buffer.

He doesn’t create to please. He creates to survive.
Some pages you’ll read. Some are blacked out. Some are still burning.
The rest isn’t yours to read.

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