Where The Liberty Bell Ring (Sped Up) Produced by Jake OHM and 99zed

Where The Liberty Bell Ring (Slowed) Produced by Jake OHM and 99zed

WTLBR 2 feat. Reptilian God Mana Produced By Jake OHM & 99zed

A serpent thats speaking in tongues, slithering
Why are you flexing fake guns? Interesting 
Black out my body no nun, invisible
Black like the resin, my lungs need medical
Criminal, cycles of torment perpetual
Moving up surgery schedules
Scalpel and forceps professional, technically technical, tec-9 new funeral, different colored xanax it’s beautiful, anything numbing is suitable, new day, same pain, im miserable
Last bar had too many syllables, rewrote to come out more cynical, save face is something Ill never do, who the fuck you think you better than? Who
Dont bump ya gums ill dump my guns, you pumping nun, whole body numb
Ill stomp your son, you meet the drum, you fucking bum, Im one of one
Ill puncture lungs from blowing tons of OG Skunk through fucking blunts
Whys there so much punk bitches underground all you do is front?
Whats shaking? Hit pavement not minding your business
Fuck all the settling differences
All that i want is my version of Icarus 
Misfortune lets torture the innocent
Cross me you get put up on a T not talking bout no shirt
Lately I’ve been locked in on some nasty human butcher work
Headed to my favorite place to bag a brain, display the hurt
Posted like its GTA with RPGs outside the church
Learn
From all the bridges you burned, dispersed in the back of a hearse
You wanna be clever get body parts severed, get put in earth with the worms
This is the sermon
Im barely seen a person, I know that it really could worsen
Live with no purpose, Im worthless, the way that this ends up just send in the nurses 
Please dont resuscitate, please dont reverse this
Swerving the hearse Ill succumb to my curses
Lurk in the night wrap my mind with a turban

From Where I'm Standing, There Is No God In Sight

written / performed by @blckbrds
prod. 99zed & Zepelin
engineered by @tumaggz

GUT KNOT

LYRICS :

I’ma put you in the dirt with the worms, fuck a hearse
Hold up though cuz first I’ll put a curse to make ya worse
Spitting wicked words straight from the brain to make a verse
I bet you’re gonna learn when you’re curbstomped
I am quick to burst off with the .45, I’ll leave ya brain damaged
Chained in my basement, stupid ass boy you gonna stay famished
See me in the forest, you turnin the corner then I vanish
I planned it, best place to catch the hippie is somewhere abandoned

From the 540 reppin the 804
I’m kickin yo door
Draco pointed at yo dome
See how that goes
No I wont back down, tap out before I kill you, I need some therapy
Going to hell I just hope that I never leave

I stay with the bones and the ghosts in the gallows
I’m lurking with my bros no one knows we in the shadows
This is the life I chose I suppose I’m the bad man
I’ll Knock you out with eyes closed and douse you with a gas can

I stay in the burg, murdering bitches I need an urn
Which one of these fuckas hurt worse, the first shot or the third
ha ha
How many shots does it take to just murder a cop
Honestly doesn’t even matter to me cause I will always shoot a lot
Shots popped got all these pussies jumping like it’s hopscotch
I feel like jason bitch I’m at the lake I’m finna chop lots
I cock glock, then pop it shootin pussies ain’t no stoppin
Just stop it, I see the facade you been rocking

Rocking out with my cock out I feel like GG Allin
You ain’t no fucking shooter, you just BB packing
Must be fucking lucid dreaming if you see me lacking
I am something mythical like a three-winged dragon

CURBSTOMP

DESTRUCTO DISC - Bumboi, 870glizzy & Zero61
DI$ SIDE - GODHANDUSA
MURDA MELODIES - GODHANDUSA & 870Glizzy
Cut them loose - 870glizzy
The Sun is Eclipsed - Fat Nick & Duke Deuce
Two Twelve Subwoofer - 99zed & Saliva Grey
I H8 mY Anxiety <3 - Jahzae Rose
Hanglo - 870glizzy & 1nonly
Mama's Couch - 870glizzy

420 Vol 1

LYRICS: 
Why am I covered in blood?
Why did you betray my trust?
Why can’t I love anyone?
Why did you use me for lust?
Why am I covered in blood?
Why did you betray my trust?
Why can’t I love anyone?
Well maybe because I just use them for lust

Why am I covered in blood?
Why is the last thing that I remember is my hand on the trigger and blasting that gun
Why am I so fucked up in the head, I know the voices talk but I only listen to one

This is a revolution
To all the people in my head, please run, I’m gonna find a bridge and jump 

Help
Help me, Please
Begging on my knees
Help me, Please
Hippie just wants to be burried with trees
Help me, Please
Hippie just wanna be free
Help me, Please
Help me, Please

Help
Follow me to depths of hell
Promise it’s nothing but swell
Help me I think that I fell
Help me I just cannot breathe
Help me I can hardly see
Help me with so many things
Why am I so hard to please
Why are you talkin to me

Why am I fucked up in my fucking head
Why am I covered in red
I think that I really committed with lead, I’m dead
Idolize my suicide
Talk about hating your life but when I ask, you say you don’t wanna die
Hang the noose the fuck up, jump and enjoy afterlife


 Hello my name’s Hippie, I will take your life
Off my meds, I popped a few xans bitch, you dare me to drive?
I’m, fucking jesus bitch, yea I am christ
Get on your knees, and pray to me I will make all of you mine
 
Sike I lied to all of you, I am one with the devil
Body count sum like several, welcome to hell please walk forth to hippies lil temple
Rapidly beheading christ, I’d fuck any bitch that I like
Fuck with me bro, I promise you, you don’t want none of this knife

WHY?!

I'm_Actually_Going_To_Do_It_This_Time Vol. 2

DONT MOVE - BLXXDMOON (feat. Noaah and OonWokk)

HARRY $NOW & LIL$TYX - TOMBRAIDER (SMOKESTATION & ECHO 5)

LYRICS :

Pull up with that 19, he sayin “why me?”
I ain’t a fucking actor this a real ass crime scene
What’s the chances that you die tonight, likely
I let my eyes turn red, don’t need no visine
I don’t even gotta speak, I let my fire talk
Put one in yo head, another in yo spine, then try to walk
This shit comes so easy, I do not even try at all
Gimme a perc 30, I don’t want no fucking tylenol

Chuggin fireball, I’ll pass out any second
I hope that I do and never wake up please proceed with armageddon
All these bougie mothafuckas
All these bougie mothafuckas
All you stupid mothafuckas gonna die tonight

It’s on sight alright
These hollows filled with cyanide
Had to put my knife aside, I like to fight entire nights
It’s gonna be a quiet ride for those who try to idolize
God has been mistaken, As-Salama Alaykum, peace be upon my opps
You don’t wanna die by Hippie, I will turn your lights off
I don’t give a fuck, don’t give a damn, now where’s the white chalk
How I murder be so clean, I got sponsored by Lysol
I don’t want photos, I wanna fight y’all

Always up to something, I’m drunk and out in the public
It’s nothin, these fuckas runnin cuz this drum is thumping funky
Reluctant on cuttin nothing
Disgusting how murder’s funny
It’s funny how y’all are stuntin
I’m humpin that bitch you fuckin 

Pull up with that 19, he sayin “why me?”
I ain’t a fucking actor this a real ass crime scene
What’s the chances that you die tonight, likely
I let my eyes turn red, don’t need no visine

Visine

Used to be a friend of death until they prevented death
Cables in my stomach made my digestion reject them meds
That trauma it sent me there it cost me fucking head 
It cost me fucking flesh I cover flesh so they don’t stare
Dye my hair to change my look so I don’t see my fucking self
Rip my hair out of my head coz I don’t feel my fucking self 
Cutting into my flesh just so that I can feel something else 
Then covering up my flesh so that they don’t think I need their help  

Everynight I stay up pray that I don’t wake up
These thoughts they fucking take up so much room I turn to razors
Just to erase all these faces that I’m facing everyday
It’s making my face look the palest the safest place is in my grave
Huh I just keep pretending now that all my pain has ended now
All my thoughts have exit out but fuck that I dissect them out
They said they would check on me but now coffin’s they checking out
Tryna see if I would fit but nah fuck that my legs stick out
 
Used to be a friend of death until they prevented death
Cables in my stomach made my digestion reject them meds
That trauma it sent me there it cost me fucking head 
It cost me fucking flesh I cover flesh so they don’t stare
Dye my hair to change my look so I don’t see my fucking self
Rip my hair out of my head coz I don’t feel my fucking self 
Cutting into my flesh just so that I can feel something else 
Then covering up my flesh so that they don’t think I need their help  

Blood spill out like Zinfandel worshipping nah infidel
Tell me bout your heaven nah fuck that because I live in hell
Take these pills then sink and tell my therapist I’m living well 
Lies in all my words just so that I can hide all my intel
Don’t try and depend on me I don’t even depend on me (no I don’t)
They think that they know me well I don’t even know me well (no I don’t)
They keep tryna engage with me l keep that 12 gauge on me (ay)
Blam all of them slugs into my brain there ain’t no fucking saving me

i don't know me anymore (Prod. Outworld)

i'll blow my brains out just so you can see how i think

Soft ass bitch 
Worried bout a single man dying but genocide you motherfuckers wont say shit
RIP the kid, yall dont really get the message and questions what got him split
Even if you did, caught up in politics, policy, churches and dread
Tears wont be shed, off of an audio sheeple divided, we’re dead
No hope for the masses, indoctrinated from all of your classes
Not even worth caskets, none of you being saved during the rapture
Praying to Saturn, satanists running this place a disaster
None of it matters, we’re playing this game and repeating a pattern
False Gods, fuck your belief, cant practice what you preach
Hats off to the naive, Ill never get the glee 
Pissed off, let's kill a priest, ritual symphony Im not herding the sheep but I'll still split the sea
Its the Ouija
Hearing constant static as I’m stepping through your tv
I think that Ive had it, join Abaddon, end the season
End all of this treason, congregate with demons
The human race is rabid these savages have no reason
Bow to the O shrine pedestal, Missing with rap criminals tapped into hell
Havent hit a blunt in a minute skunk stuffed up in it
Stunted off the jump since a jit punk lil kid Im the villain

False Sense of Reality

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