LYRICS:


I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again
I was born to fucking sin 
Just like the color of my skin 
I’m a heathen 
SMILE ON MY FACE
WHILE I SAY FUCK RELIGION

I DONT NEED A GOD 
TO BE A GOOD PERSON
If you do 
Well congratulations 

Doing me until I am fucking skeleton
Fuck a racist 
Fuck a rapist 
Fuck the reverend 

Fuck Anyone threatening me with hell 
DO US BOTH THE FAVOR 
AND GO KILL YOURSELF
Might as well expedite your LITTLE fairytale 
Fuck your politics 
Fuck your rhetoric as well

If you Hate these lyrics 
Well Go suck a dick 
I don’t care if I lose fans for saying this 

 pushing bigoted agendas
Is empty headed 
I PRAY Marjorie Taylor Green gets
Beheaded

UNHOLY (Prod. DUMBCHILD)

I remember feeling blue with the Jay 
And wishing I could fly away
 from 
My Issues like a blue Jay 
Used to get loaded everyday


Taking back to back 
hits from the one hitter 
Like Dave Stieb the pitcher 

DONT LET THAT BAR 
GO IN ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER 
THATS SOME TRIVIA 
IF YOU WANT TO DIG DEEPER 

Thoughts up on my head like a follicle 
Fallible 
but these lyrics
Aint falsifiable 
It’s undeniable 

I’ve 
been undesirable 
But now I’m the underdog 
with these syllables 

Editorials never pick me 
But My life an editorial
I remember walking in the courtroom 
Wearing orange like an oriole 
There’s layers to this right
like an Oreo 
IM LOCO WITH A MOTIVE 
MAKING MOVES LIKE A LOCOMOTIVE 

shohei with the ballpoint 
Balling with the 
Wordplay 
It’s effortless at this point 
with this music im hella niche 
Like the videos of Andrei Jiehk 
These lyrics ain’t sleight hand 
Even though that’s 
part of my mystique 

It’s no mystery 
Back handed Compliments 
were the only compliments that people
Gave out complementary 
Head spinning like rotisserie 
Rotary 
Wrote away
 some of the worry 

I remember feeling blue with the Jay 
And wishing I could fly away
 from 
My Issues like a blue Jay 
Used to get loaded everyday

BLUE JAY (Prod. DUMBCHILD)

LYRICS: 

Imma psych case 
You wouldn’t last a second in this headspace 
Draped in this trauma 
There’s no rest days
Taking blunts to the face 
Tryna be a better me
 than I was yesterday 

Making art
The instrumental 
Be my canvas 
Wait a minute 
Dorothy took a trip out of Kansas
I was tripping on my way into it 
Thanks to cubensis 
If I’m positive for something it’s my urinalysis 

People stuck in their ways like paralysis 
Been there done 
that with the psychoanalysis 
I’ve Been 
searching for balance 
In a world so callous 
solitude 
Is where I found
solace 

Challenges in my life be 
the Precipice
Days feeling long like it’s summer solstice 
Underdog 
Like the 07 Giants 
I’m Pathing a path for 
the path less 

Prolific poignant disappointment 
Occasionally flamboyant
On occasion hit the gravity bong 
so that flame buoyant 
flame got me feeling 
buoyant 

Oh boy you ain’t learn when to be silent 
Even Dumb has a b that’s silent 

People stuck in an
elementary regiment 
There’s a lot on my table
like all of the elements
But I’m in my element

Guess the tables have turned 
This is character development 
That you 
could discern

witty looney trippy
gypsy 
inner city eerie hippie 
nature savvy
Nature saved me 
Psilocybin 
penis envy 
If you know 
Then you’re privy 
CBD MY CBT

HIT IT FROM THE BACK 
LIKE A CVC
LEAVE A SHAWTY
WITH THEM PVCS 
What’s the cost of people pleasing 
Cause it dont pay me

If you don’t like me
You can go ahead and blow me
At least I ain’t a phony 
Tryna leave my mark on this world like a hickey


There’s many perspectives to a story
Mind over matter 
Is the framework to identity 
Shifting gears now
Even though the roads been bumpy 

Used to want to die 
But now I’m Dialed in 
Like a dietician on a diatribe 
Over a diabetic 
backsliding on their dieting
Had to lose myself 
Just To find meaning

not a model in any capacity 
Im 
like an animal 
held captive in this city 
My malady is I over think my mortality 
Morbidly Mortified 
by 
Its totality 
Totally overthinking 
sporadically 

Spores changed me so Radically 
Oddly I  Don’t wanna redact this odyssey

MUSIC VIDEO

PSYCH CASE (Prod. SCARYPLAIN)

Imma lost soul 
Down the rabbit hole I go
Crying THC 
Smoking Ganja when I’m low 
The greatest people I’ve ever known
 Are now six feet below 
You wouldn’t 
understand this psycho

Welcome ladies and gentlemen 
To my demented self 
I make this music 
So I don’t 
have kill myself 

Getting top 
While I’m toakin on that top shelf
Another Masterpiece 
From the mastermind
Trying to master and piece together these thoughts in my mind
the urban legend 
but not an urban legend 

these people will call you a legend 
But they wouldn’t hesitate 
to put you last 
let alone second 
Secondly 
They wouldn’t hesitate 
To Pull a secondary on you 
at any second
Can I get a amen 
Like a reverend

These lyrics ain’t tongue in cheek 
I faced the LSD
Like she did my seed
Between the tongue and cheek
Cheesin in my mugshot 
dosin something every week
Oh my god I love my ink

Ink up on my body 
like the Declaration of Independence 
Not tryna to be pedantic  
I Just wanna be independent
wasn’t easy being 
dependent


Imma lost soul 
Down the rabbit hole I go
Crying THC 
Smoking Ganja when I’m low 
The greatest people I’ve ever known
 Are now six feet below 
You wouldn’t 
understand this psycho

Leave it to me to get lost
Deep in the sea with the sharks 
I’m tryna beat 
But my demons tryna rip me apart
My social skills are depleted 
I’m even asking for Jesus 
I’m on my knees 
By my bed
And I’m pleading 
Screaming for reasons
He never giving me answers
All that I’m seeing 
Is people who need ‘em
Getting sicker and dealing with cancer
Used to be plug and now I can’t serve 
Used to dodge the bullshit now I’m cruising 
And I can’t swerve
Pot hole 
After pot hole 
Im feeling popped
And Now my motto
Is grab the bottle
And drink a lot
Something’s gotta change
I’m tired feeling deranged
Insane 
A crazy train off the rails
Looking for pain
I feel like the twin towers
And life is the two planes
Better yet the demolition 
That blew up the steel frames 
If I can dig it
I’m tryna change names
Cause little trippy ain’t a kid
He’s a man with a strange brain

RABBIT HOLE

8corpses & TrippyThaKid - Rabbit Hole (Prod. Bhasper)

LYRICS:


If you down with this track
Put yo hands in the air 
Fuck any mothafucka 
Doubting ME
I don’t care
KEEP THOSE THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
FOR YOUR FUCKING SELF 
Might as well go fuck yourself 
And call that help


Every person you will ever love
will perish 
Even if that person is yourself 
Gotta find something 
That will satisfy your mental health 

People will always have opinions of you
Even if it can’t be further from the truth 
Pick your battles cause not every 
person will like you

You can flip a 180
Promise I’m living proof 
Tryna learn patience 
so that I’m not aloof
But it’s hard when there’s stupid mothafuckas 
All around too
Now on I’m on to round 2
 Finally in tune 
realizing 
It’s up to me to choose 
What i wanna do
Either sit in the gloom 
Or put the negativity in the tomb 
 
So it doesn’t consume 
Here to slaughter every hard day that I face 
Hit the gym 
to fuck up some weights
Don’t let your life go to waste 
Diamond in the rough
Gotta lot to Discuss
Now I’m rolling up 
So I can get high as fuck 

You aren’t a thought
You Gotta transcend it 
I can read you front to back 
Like an exit 
talking big behind that screen
But not about it 
Methodical not very spontaneous 
Tryna Kick two habits simultaneous 

 On a journey 
to being the best version 
of myself that’s a promise
Not here to entertain 
the mirage of alliance
often bite my knuckle 
Stoppin myself from violence 
Not looking for yo  guidance 
People chronically 
erroneous just like pseudoscience 
Yet they permeate it with such confidence 

In acceptance with the fact that I’m ephemeral 
Losing you was Ineffable 

Been through so much mental turmoil 
in my brains soil
Wish I could Shorten my problems 
like an initial 
Initially I didn’t believe in myself 
Now I came to terms with these cards that I’ve been dealt

If you down with this track
Put yo hands in the air 
Fuck any mothafucka 
Doubting ME
I don’t care
KEEP THOSE THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
FOR YOUR FUCKING SELF 
Might as well go fuck yourself 
And call that help

I DON'T CARE

I DON'T CARE (Prod. Bhapser)

LYRICS:

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

Fuck your talking points
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 
Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 

Getting too stoned 
While I walk among the tombstones 
Soon though 
We will die so 
make your self known
Cellphones 
people glued to them cellphones 
Wake the fuck up 
Unprone 
and make this life
 your own
too many people
 have set the bar low
I’m Killing the game  
 Kissing Kate Barlow
Popping off
 like I’m hitting that 
cue ball
Turned this life to my very own
 rag doll

Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 
Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 

Odious 
Insidious 
Treacherous 
Lunatic
Prolific nihilistic hedonistic
Derelict 
Life fucks us all 
It isn’t always platonic
I’m Twisted like a double helix 
mad man 
Joker 
Joaquin Phoenix 
Still on my grind but I haven’t hit Zenith
Like Koreans in LOS ANGELES 
I stand on my business 
betrayal
Dont come from a nemesis 
calling me a pessimist 
When really Imma a realist 

Fuck your talking points 
Eat a hollow point
Fuck religion 
Fuck a politician 
Smoke a joint 

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

Fuck a salutation 
It’s sayonara 
Naive mothafuckas
Got no panacea 
Hella People 
Gluttonous for propaganda 
Plethora of Chatter  
Onomatopoeia

You can’t buy loyalty
You won’t find that on Etsy 
Not here for accolades like a Grammy or an espy 
Espionage hella people turned their back on me
Especially
when I was down for the count essentially

SAYONARA (PROD. DEADBOY GRIM)

LYRICS:

Seen that same
Mothafucka that used to clown on me 
Pull a complete 180 
with their energy 
Went from animosity 
To Acting like they fuck with me
Fuck everybody
Rather be surrounded by nobody
than somebody that took me for granted on the daily 
And only in my death they 
feelin somewhat guilty 
Requestin that the mortuary gives my body 
amenities 
These grudges that I hold
You can’t amend these

Been through 
Copious amounts of agony 
irony 
Tried to cope with 
receptor agonists
Habitually 
like oxy 
Oddly
Imma Misfit like Even Stevens
This heathen
seething 
There’s no unseeing 
the obscene 
scenes that I’ve seen 
I’ve Lost my stuffing it seams
Tryna keep myself together like a scaffolding beam

embroidering this beat
With my bars from the pen 
Like I’m San QUENTIN 
Despite the tension 
I LEARNED TO NEVER QUESTION
THIS QUEST THAT IM ON 
I Got no other OPTION

Up and down with my moods 
Like a bidders hand at an auction 
in a lone star state 
just like I’m Austin

Austin Powers
Lost my mojo with this mental health 
If you took a safari 
in my brain you’d kill your fucking self 
People falling for blatant social media skits 
comedy writes itself  

Rapping cause my life depends on it 
really had to deal with hard shit
Hardship after hardship

Schizophrenic Epileptic 
Poetic 
Edgar Allen Poe with the Post traumatic 
I’ve been flowing in the underground for a while now
Like an aquifer 
Do this till the death of me 
It’s even in the moniker 

Deaths been a reoccurring theme up in this mothafucka
wanna break
My own reflection 
like gyllenhaal in nightcrawler 
I’m Unhinged like Tom Cooper 
Vengeance eating at my heart 
Like the movie mother

People can’t think for themselves they’re just clones of others 
Clout goes to people’s head quicker
than the 
 blood brain barrier 
Burry me with my reefer
Vernacular crisp 
like Hannibal Lectar

Going head to head with these thoughts like a gladiator 
Tryna pick ‘em apart 
like the lock picking lawyer

Like clockwork 
These people reaching out to me 
Like I should feel honored
You only know who got your six in 
Your darkest hour 
You can’t appease every mothafucka
politicians love to tout slogans that don’t matter 

My brains a Petri dish of chaos
ME MYSELF AND I 
PEOPLE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND US 

With life I’m not always Smitten 
Don’t care for opinions
Not even a Smidgen 
Small Talk
Is for the birds
whole flock of pigeons 
People flocking 
to pigeonhole you 
Even if they misjudge 
your disposition 

All you need to know is 
I don’t support fascists 
When it comes to me 
that is one of my facets 
Sometimes I look at people and wonder how their sperm was the fastest 
I thought we were past this?

Not a pacifist 
Dump a mag into a prejudice sycophant
I’m sick of this 
They have no significance 

Try to walk a mile in my shoes 
You wouldn’t last an inch
You Give ‘em an inch 
they take a mile 
It’s quite the sitch

8corpses & Plebhed  - PARIAH

LYRICS:

people gossiping online 
More than a desperate housewife
With silicone implants
and an affinity for red wine
Your whole life is a lie 
Akin to calling something 
Art 
that was Generated by ai
Life can be dreadful or a Sick thing
I was insane long before 16
I don’t spit 16’s 
Just to go viral 
on a video that is  9 by 16
I do it so I don’t blow my head off with a M16
I don’t bow before anything like the Sistine
Constant battle with feeling like something is missing 
vi morir a la gente que amo
Life is packing a punch
More than AK AMMO
Wack a mole 
HIDING HOW I FEEL LIKE SOME CAMO 
Battling with my mental state like the Alamo
Gratitude 
I Keep it Holstered 
For when the negativity 
Begins to smother 
Seldom do I slumber 
helter skelter
Tinkering with things 
Off the tincture 
We are Not on the same caliber
Calibrating my own thoughts 
To work in my favor 
It’s in my nature 
To use nomenclature 

Im not what you think I am 
really don’t give a damn
Im not what you think I am 
really don’t give a damn
really don’t 
Really don’t give a damn 
really don’t 
really don’t give a damn

Flippant 
flippin off the game like it’s ritual 
Cutthroat laid back individual 
Getting laid in the back 
While I make residuals
Play it by ear 
situational
Situated with myself and the rationale

Focused on myself
 Nonnegotiable 
these others rappers couldn’t bite let alone nibble
 I would eat you alive with my lyrics 
Like a cannibal
High off the 
Tetrahydro
Cannabinol

These people man are so banal
business as usual 
Usually
Looking in the mirror
not feeling adequate enough 
Used to take penitentiary chances
When the times were tough 

But now I’m up 
Insouciant if they view me as irreverent 
That’s irrelevant 
Not a recreant 
Never giving up 
Like Hugh Glass the revenant 
Indo 
Made me indolent 
Resilient
 never raised insolent 

Im not what you think I am 
really don’t give a damn
Im not what you think I am 
really don’t give a damn
really don’t 
Really don’t give a damn 
really don’t 
really don’t give a damn

In the crevasses of my mind 
an inner traumatized 
human lies
searchin for purpose 
like someone looking for fire through an azimuth 
Feeling like a docent
Dosin
Moments can became a memory in a matter of a second 
Always ended up back
to the same substance
Like kaprekar's constant

My brain is a monsoon 
Of thoughts that consume 
Tryna hard to elude 
The Sardonic insomniac dwells in gloom

THAT'S A RAP (Prod. JayNaeBeats)

UP IN SMOKE (PROD. SCARYPLAIN)

COVER ART BY VEXED WORKS

LYRICS:
Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


A mass shooting isn’t noble go merk a pdf file

Punch the smile right up off their fucking face 
Wanna rip the skull right 
Up out their frame 
My heart is not a Happy place 
all I see is death 
At the tail end like a license plate 

I got people hoping I don’t see the next day 
Gone through a campaign of hella pain 
 it doesn’t always pour when it rains
But I’m tryna make steps 
So I can change 
Too many fake fucks 
Too many fakes 
Way too many people I pray burn at the stake 
Cognitive dissonance 
IS Running rampant 
Fuck an influencer 
I’ll turn em inanimate 

Shoving a camera 
Up in innocent peoples personal space
Acting like what you’re doing is the second coming of a holy name 
parasites and you
Are basically the same
But you’re just a bitch 
Tryna Do it for fame 


Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


You Gave yourself tinnitus 
Tryna stunt on the internet
Took a gun and accidentally 
fired it 
You’re pathetic 
You’re an itis
How you make music 
but the outcome is the opposite 

I AINT NEEDA USE YOUR NAME FOR CLOUT 
NEVER SIGNED THAT NDA 
So you SCARED OF ME NOW 

I know your true colors
It’s quite unfortunate 
I could drop the info 
At any given coordinate 

I could end that career 
Without sending you to heavens gate 
You wouldn’t know a real homie 
Even if they waved in your face 

Don’t hit me up 
Don’t ask me why
The ball is my court 
And You crossed
 the realest alive 

To me that is music to my ears 
They say not to hold grudges 
But this is my souvenir 
With what I know 
I know that you live in fear 

And that makes me smile
From ear to ear

RAMPAGE (Prod. SCARYPLAIN)

LYRICS:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT
SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH
I DONT CARE 
BROKEN HEART IS A CAUSE OF IT 
SMOKIN WEED MOTHAFUCKA WHILE IM IN PIT 
INDICA IN MY VEINS TILL I FUCKIN RIP 

Oh no 
They let me go 
Guess what that means
I ain’t stopping till it’s 
DEATHROW 
There’s no pregunta 
That I’m fucking loco 
If I find that mothafucka 
Then their muetro

SLEEP IN THE BED YOU MADE 
YOU’RE MOTHAFUCKIN DONE HOE
BETTER KNOW WITH THESE LYRICS 
I AM Fuckin GUNG-HO 
This ain’t sleight of hand 
I am living proof 
Life got outta hand 
 sipping on that 80 proof 
Turned it around 180 degrees 
Tribulations homie ain’t 
nothing knew to me 


Almost died like that train scene in stand by me  
Don’t believe me
You can ask Matt Vinci
VINDICTIVE ARTISTIC 
MOTHAFUCKA LIKE DAVINCI
CUT FROM A DIFFERENT CLOTH ENTIRELY 

Been through chaos like the baxters 
In your honor 
vendetta like barrymore in fire starter 
Aiming for my goals like 
Alan Quatermaine with revolvers 
Used to sip on Jack 
Until I was hammered
Most my people that I love 
Are in the ground like a jackhammer

FIVE FIVE SIX CALLING ME BY MY GOVERNMENT 
usually calm 
But I’m itchin for that violence 
Violated by the folk i trusted in confidence 
Confidently growin 
Doin that in silence   


HOLY FUCKING SHIT
SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH
I DONT CARE 
BROKEN HEART IS A CAUSE OF IT 
SMOKIN WEED MOTHAFUCKA WHILE IM IN PIT 
INDICA IN MY VEINS TILL I FUCKIN RIP

ARCANE (Prod. Dumbchild)

LYRICS:

Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


A mass shooting isn’t noble go merk a pdf file

Punch the smile right up off their fucking face 
Wanna rip the skull right 
Up out their frame 
My heart is not a Happy place 
all I see is death 
At the tail end like a license plate 

I got people hoping I don’t see the next day 
Gone through a campaign of hella pain 
 it doesn’t always pour when it rains
But I’m tryna make steps 
So I can change 
Too many fake fucks 
Too many fakes 
Way too many people I pray burn at the stake 
Cognitive dissonance 
IS Running rampant 
Fuck an influencer 
I’ll turn em inanimate 

Shoving a camera 
Up in innocent peoples personal space
Acting like what you’re doing is the second coming of a holy name 
parasites and you
Are basically the same
But you’re just a bitch 
Tryna Do it for fame 


Fuck Out my way 
Or I’m Wesley Snipes
Im on a rampage 
Middle fingers in yo fuckin face 
WAY TOO MANY DUMB ASS MOTHAFUCKAS 
NOWADAYS 
CONFIDENTLY HAVE NOTHING VALUABLE TO SAY 


You Gave yourself tinnitus 
Tryna stunt on the internet
Took a gun and accidentally 
fired it 
You’re pathetic 
You’re an itis
How you make music 
but the outcome is the opposite 

I AINT NEEDA USE YOUR NAME FOR CLOUT 
NEVER SIGNED THAT NDA 
So you SCARED OF ME NOW 

I know your true colors
It’s quite unfortunate 
I could drop the info 
At any given coordinate 

I could end that career 
Without sending you to heavens gate 
You wouldn’t know a real homie 
Even if they waved in your face 

Don’t hit me up 
Don’t ask me why
The ball is my court 
And You crossed
 the realest alive 

To me that is music to my ears 
They say not to hold grudges 
But this is my souvenir 
With what I know 
I know that you live in fear 

And that makes me smile
From ear to ear

RAMPAGE (SCARYPLAIN REMIX)

LYRICS:

cut to the chase 
And Get to the point 
Cause The ship has sailed 
Where I’d 
wanna hear your voice
In a world where I feel like 
I’ve overstaying my welcome
Searching for my equilibrium 
got a tendency to wanna 
Have a 9 millimeter
 Eject 
out my cerebellum 
dead like a corpse in a mausoleum 
The irony of getting lost in escapism
Just to be imprisoned by the coping mechanism

 running in circles 
tryna find myself it seems
I’m numbing 
Myself from 
the part that stings 
Used to Run away from feeling like a human being 
My brain is warzone 
What do you know
Up and down with my moods like a yo yo 
Hella people are placebo
Lip service no shows 
Their True colors will show 
That’s fasho 

Me and my thoughts 
People used to flick the bic with us 
now my loneliness Is ubiquitous 

Only have the people to thank 
That were duplicitous 

Wish I was happy all the time like a quokka
off eucalyptus 

That smile doesn’t always hit my face when I’m toakin on my cannabis

But Grateful for the 
Intermittent spurts of happiness 
In the midst of a life
 full of consistent emptiness 

Tryna make the right call
But which way is right 
When you don’t know 
what’s left at All
Almost died from the withdrawal 
losing everyone you’ll ever love
Is  the biggest  pitfall 

The suffering 
will never suffice 
So many sleepless nights 
Wishing I didn’t have to go through that agony twice 
Disregarded all advice
My vice seemed to be a
Glimpse of my issues going bye
But the vice is why I 
Almost committed suicide 
Who am I?
Who am I?

cut to the chase 
And Get to the point 
Cause The ship has sailed 
Where I’d 
wanna hear your voice
In a world where I feel like 
I’ve overstaying my welcome
Searching for my equilibrium 
got a tendency to wanna 
Have a 9 millimeter
 Eject 
out my cerebellum 
dead like a corpse in a mausoleum 
The irony of getting lost in escapism
Just to be imprisoned by the coping mechanism

WARZONE (Prod. Bhasper)

VERSE 1: LilType1
Come an listen
I’m coming back with resent
You see the set look back 
Mothafuxka lil dip shit
I’m coming run around while I’m back
While I’m dissin
I’m hopping out the wip
And imma pop you when I  see ya

We can see that pussy fuck with us
Come and run up 
Come clean the fuck up
Bucked up
Show yo flaws up 
Couldn’t give a fuck hoe 

Isubitchi 
Ain’t got time for messin Shoot a 22 
Go roge 
me and snow down street about to sentence you
the same old chains 
but the pressure makes the better you
Don’t talk about some growth 
When yo ass breach on older news
Leave you on the side 
then let the bloody mess drip my shoes
My bullet really likes you 
That tongue gone make my fight you

Verse 2: $NOW

Bitch the boss is speakin I don’t wanna hear you talk no more 
Yeah I got my brothas with me sippin 4s and grippin poles
Livin in the catacombs I’m bout to call it FUCKIN home 
I don’t wanna see your face 
I don’t wanna feel nothing 
Sleep with my eyes open
Cause I’m copin with depression bitch
Make the wrong expression 
I’m obsessive when I have a blick
I’m with lil type 1
We speakin like we are god 
BMG the squad 
fuck w us we got some hand guns 
Bitch I’m from the gutter keep a cutter on my chest 
Fuck a bullet proof vest cause we aimin for your head
These rappers workin with the feds they tippin on the low
I heard em fold
I’m to cold to fold under pressure
Watch your temple blow

HARRY $NOW X @LILTYPE 1- CATACOMBS (PROD. 666 MOUND PLAYA)

Song by Onomatopoeia
Lyrics by Onomatopoeia
Beat by PROD. SPACEMAN
Enjoy hoe

My 38. (PROD. SPACEMAN)

Song by Onomatopoeia
lyrics by Onomatopoeia
effects by Onomatopoeia
beat by Prod. by RULZ ON

1-800-Onomatopoeia (prod. by RULZ ON )

Song by Onomatopoeia
Effects by Onomatopoeia
Lyrics by Onomatopoeia
Beat by PROD. SPACEMANE
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Heart Ache (PROD. by SPACEMANE)

Its Ouija bitch 
Seething from the sudafed
Admitting ambitions, decision to go and split heads 
Exit wound with lead fragments embedded, you met death, the Missing, the death count impressive man
Reaper seeping reefer got me feeling like a tweaker
Off the meters of evil, i hate the people cuz they weasels
Filthy creatures with features of the shriekers from the ether
Feeding anger and fear, the hatred growing each year
Contraceptive 
Thats what yo daddy shouldve used
Lifes a lesson
Ouija teaching with abuse
Push deception
Like the media do
What’s the message?
I just do not like you
Whats the move pussy?
Cut the filler I aint new rookie
There aint nothing you can do, you can’t fuck with me
I aint bending to no rules of the industry
Ghost steady floating choking toking off the weed
Protected by hell if you really wanna duel dummy
Pistol packing double backing if you say something
Pressing yo melon, im squeezing for the juice, jelly
Bodies smelly in the deli with the forks ready
Throwing elbows at scarecrows off acid, you rojo, got no hoes, get exposed to real smoke
Hope you fuckers choke
Cope, loathe, you lack a soul
Repetition prescription ingest to feel whole
Recognize, one hit’ll leave you petrified, with a shank and a .38 specialize, seeing colors like I inhaled pesticide, from ego death to paradise, your hell arrived
We’re a race of people that our mother couldnt love
Disrespecting my essence my presence cemented above 
Hit it Raw like my joints till her legs go numb
Boasting on some post exposing you aint none
You unworthy you burn out you shouldnt rap at all
You bother me you fodder and your father aint involved
Lambs to the slaughter, the marauder with a bomb
Causing local panic causing damage to a plaza
Gaza
Where else we sending money? Fuck your own people and bail out another country
Sending out billys we got homeless and they hungry
Burning down a city then call it another theory

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