NINE IN MY HAND ALBUM
LAST ALBUM FROM CHAINSAW MURDA

TRACK LIST:
1. NINE IN MY HAND ft. MoYtanIc (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)
2. JUGGERNAUT ft. ALLEN GUN & $LEEPDAH$LEEPER (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)
3. BITCHES OUTTA POCKET (REMIX) ft. Soulzay (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)
4. BULLET CHAMBA ft. TWO FACE KILLA (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)
5. DISAPPOINT ft. BAKER YA MAKER (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)
6. GLOCK TIGHT ft. Sophont (Prod. Apoc Krysis)
7. PIMP SHIT ft. VICIOUS VAMPIRA (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)
8. STILL GANGSTA (Prod. Insomniac)
9. TORTURE CHAMBER ft. Sophont (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)


LINKS FOR THESE RESPECTED MEMBERS OF THE ALBUM:
MoYtanIc: https://soundcloud.com/moytanic666
ALLEN GUN: https://soundcloud.com/user-577106709
$LEEPDAH$LEEPER: https://soundcloud.com/sleepinshepherd
Soulzay: https://soundcloud.com/soulzaydoomshoptx
TWO FACE KILLA: https://soundcloud.com/twofacekilla
BAKER YA MAKER: https://soundcloud.com/baker-beatz
Sophont: https://soundcloud.com/sophont
Apoc Krysis: https://soundcloud.com/apoc_krysis
VICIOUS VAMPIRA: https://soundcloud.com/viciousvampira
Insomniac: https://soundcloud.com/the-nsomniac

DISAPPOINT ft. BAKER YA MAKER (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

BULLET CHAMBA ft. TWO FACE KILLA (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

BITCHES OUTTA POCKET (REMIX) ft. Soulzay (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

JUGGERNAUT ft. ALLEN GUN & $HEEPDAH$LEEPER (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

NINE IN MY HAND ft. MoYtanIc (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

Produced By: Allen Gun, DJ Lucas D
Written By: Allen Gun, Chainsaw Murda, Short Fuze, El Parco Loco
Engineer: DJ Lucas D
Cover Art: Chiefsta
Recorded At: Cult Of The Void Records
Join Tha Cult: www.instagram.com/_cultofthevoid_/

SHORT FUZE:
https://soundcloud.com/shortfuze-400332859

EL PARCO LOCO:
https://soundcloud.com/user-210662104

DJ LUCAS D:
https://soundcloud.com/dj-lucas-d

CHIEFSTA:
https://soundcloud.com/user-925277068

Psycho Active

PSYCHO ACTIVE (FT. CHAINSAW MURDA, SHORT FUZE, EL PARCO LOCO) [PROD. ALLEN GUN, DJ LUCAS D]

"If you do nothing, say nothing, you'll never be nothing, and there's a sucka born every mothafuckin minute." - Eazy E

LYRICS:

VERSE 1 [SHORT FUZE]:

How can the chainsaw murda when there’s no fuel in the tank
Pull some medieval shit you on the stretching rack I turn the crank
Remove your cranium scrape the contents leave you brainless
Don’t hang with the posse cause they bitch shit contagious
Faking cancer like that’s the answer to gain some traction
How the fuck a dying man concerned with customer transaction
Imagine my reaction when the dead came to life
He didn’t die the first time so we gotta do it right
Claiming you a gangsta but you couldn’t own a gun
Don’t come to Arizona bitch cause ain’t nobody running ones
You been fuckin with the MOB so the nightmare has begun
Allen Gun said fuck em so I’ll do what must be done
Inject lethal shit into the posse
Crack black tar heroin and pills seen in the autopsy
Bullets and blade wounds broken mics on the table
Strung these fools up by my xlr cable
I don’t give a fuck I’ll let some rounds off don’t let these clown talk
Outlined by chalk injected posse got they jaws on murdas cock
And its distasteful so disgraceful
A motherfucker faking cancer for the funds and say its playful
It makes hateful homicidal rhymes here’s a plateful
And I know that if I choose to blast these rounds it won’t be wasteful
We got guns and rhymes coming in by the crateful
We stand over your corpse with looks most disdainful 

VERSE 2 [ALLEN GUN]:

Stupid mothafucka must have taken all my kindness for weakness leave you in pieces
On some jack the ripper shit I’ll show you who a demon
Little bitch from across the pond USA coming with another nuclear bomb Osaka gone
Like respect I once had for you that shit through
I’ll cross you out and put a K by your name Injected posse too
It take a bitch to know a bitch and you all the same
Hide your fuckin face from the game you know you lames
And you faking like you got a disease that’s no joke
Boogeyman your new cancer and I’m coming for your fuckin throat
But this time I’ll be sure your dead
Put that noose around your neck and watch you swinging from your head
Thought you the baddest but now we finna let you have it
With my dick in your moms mouth you hogtied on the mattress
Who your daddy now? You fuckin lame ass bitch
With too much time on your hands you went and stepped in some shit
Cause now we got you and we won’t let go your life a joke
And your posse full of bitch ass foos and weak hoes
Mista tax man is here to collect so write my check
For all the money you stole scamming fans on the internet
I met bitches like you before really though
You talking straps partna but aint ever let shit blow
A bunch of discord predators man you aint fool me
This pussy fake shit a disease Im here to cleanse the community mothafucka

BEEF BREAKDOWN:
https://youtu.be/HweKyCvFNNI?si=qPuaLwthdL8eLy_1

Produced By: DJ Lucas D
Written By: Short Fuze, Allen Gun
Engineer: DJ Lucas D
Cover Art: Ijtsu
Recorded At: Cult Of The Void Records
Join Tha Cult: www.instagram.com/_cultofthevoid_/

SHORT FUZE:
https://soundcloud.com/shortfuze-400332859

IJTSU:
www.instagram.com/ijtsu?igsh=eHg4eWdxbDdkZTB4

DJ LUCAS D:
on.soundcloud.com/S29nDHN7sHPqVSRV7

www.instagram.com/djlucasd?igsh=MW…aG4zdGl3dTZtcA==

DEAD MAN WALKING (FUCK CHAINSAW MURDA) (FT. SHORT FUZE) [PROD. DJ LUCAS D]

SELF SABOTAGE(prod. CANNONTOOCOLD)

All That Withers

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got bored, so here's another single off my upcoming album, i love you guys:) <3 its tricky

Blessed Are The Forgetful:For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders

LYRICS :

new Glock I let it rock 
put in work around the clock 
when I drop them junkies flock 
point blank at yo top 

break in shoot the lock 
I want him dead creep and stalk 
bout that chicken make u squawk 
shootin shyt like the hawks 

shooting like the lakers 
imma soul taker 
bout that paper 
get tha laser

to his head 
fuck the feds 
in his death bed 
I keep the pipe like a meth head 


ftp ski mask 
three shots imma blast 

smoke that s k u n k 
when it spray
grave where u lay 
body in the Chevrolet 

bleeding on cement
go to hell make my descent 
murda my intent 
devil shyt im hellbent 

the rap game my bitch 
blood stain from my wrist 

cooking crack poppin acid 
gunsmoke like a sack when I blast it 

I’m balling like I get baskets
that 40 on me do magic 

wrap u up in my attic, lil ho u don’t want that static

LOADED TONE (PROD. CHAINSAW MURDA)

gold grills with residue 
u gon see what this weapon do 
pick his brain off my shoe 
I shoot him him and you 

baby twenty two 
money due 
I’ll take his life too 
the knife rip right thru 

body bag tyin
gold shinin
leave a busta dyin 
his brains on the siding 

brains on the door mat 
cock the forty u splat 
need the bands where they at 
I’ll bite the head off a bat 

feel like ozzy grip the shotty 
heart cold like a body out the krypt imma zombie 

pop two Oxys, in the woods demons haunt me 

I don’t need no mask imma blast on a punk 
that’s his ass in the trash where a busta get dumped 

devil shyt my religion 
this blade give him an incision 
poppin these prescriptions 
buckshot I ain’t missing 

grills like I’m pissing 
brains on the linen 
out the grave I’ve risen 
fuck earth it’s just a prison 

they dont know me 
not my homie
mothafuckas just phony 
fuck the world u can blow me 
choppin lines with a Bowie 
at ur funeral ceremony 
in the grave get cozy 

at the top it get lonely 
think I’m dyin too slowly 


I put in work 
u in the dirt 
u on a shirt 
momma hurt 

momma weeping in tha street 
meet this nine like a meet and greet 
hang yo body like a wreath 
by ur mothafuckin feet 

ain’t no love juss beef 
bloodshed and some grief 

in the casket let me sleep 
imma blast it like pistol Pete 
u really cannot compete 
corpse on the concrete 

my flow too elite like a Jewish banker 
now u deceased sinkin with a anchor 

u gon die so fast if I need that cash 
in this game u won’t last i break a busta like glass 

rhymes got my head smokin
body cut open 
blood soakin the ocean 

bricks on his ankles 
corpse look mangled 
corpse get dangled 
gas got me strangled 

need them crip notes 
test me all she wrote 
knife in his throat 
got em chokin like dope

CHRONICLES OF A CORPSE (PROD. CHAINSAW MURDA)

HARRY $NOW & LIL$TYX - DOBBERMAN (PROD. LIL $WEDDEN)

LYRICS
COLD NIGHT
MAKE IT FUCKING SNOW
WATCH EM FREEZE TO ICE
LOW LIFE
ALL UP ON THIS MIC
BRINGIN LIFE TO LIFE
FUCK A FIGHT
TALKING TO THE REAPER BOUT TO USE HIS SCYTHE
USE A KNIFE
TAKE YOUR FUCKING EYES NOW YOU CANNOT LIE
TAKE YOUR TONGUE TOO
PUNCH YOU IN YOUR AND NOW YOU GOT A MISSING TOOTH
IF YOUR NAME IS CALLED DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO
DRIVING IN THE CITY SEE DEM BOYS IN BABY BLUE
PEDAL TO THE METAL DO WHAT IM SUPPOSED TO DO
DRIFTING ON YOUR FUCKING CREW
DUDE I NEVER FUCKING ONCE 
EVER EVEN HEARD OF YOU
ASHIN BLUNTS ALL ON MY SHOES
CRUSHING SKULLS ON ALL MY NEWS
IM THAT SKITZO SPINNIN RIGHT AROUND ALL ON  A FUCKIN NOOSE
SEE ME ALL ALONE IM TALKIN TO MY SELF DONT GIVE A FUCK
BETTER WATCH YOUR TONE BEFORE I SLAP YO MOUTH AND CLOSE IT SHUT
IM NOT SHOWING LOVE TO SLUTS CAUSE HARRY SNOW HAS HAD ENOUGH
SEE ME BURIED IN THE MUD WITH CUTS THIS SHIT AINT ADDING UP UH


HARRY $NOW - SUCCUBUS

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