Produced by me

Lyrics:

Drivin down tha road late at night in tha rain
Driftin in tha corners, bumpin Twisted Insane
I'm in demon mode, got devilish thoughts in my brain
Bringin you tha horrors, it's Death Whisperer mane
I'm a menace with dis shit, I make tha beat and then I kill it
Lookin at yo skin, I take a knife and then I peel it 
Off of yo fuckin body, cause you pain that you can't deal with
Cut out yo heart and season it so I can grill it

Leave yo mangled corpse for tha maggots to consume
Grave robbers in tha cemetery, bodies get exhumed
Can't wake up from this, there's no escapin this doom
It ain't a dream, I don't know what you assumed

You see dark figures coming yo way
It's too late to pray
Now it's time to decay
You run into a field and hide under tha hay
For what feels like days
But I ain't tryna play

So I'm pullin you down thru tha muthafuckin ground
Straight into tha depths of hell like you had just drowned
Feel tha burnin heat, demonic flames are all around
You gon die in here, yo remains will not be found

Fear's takin over tha world, demons hidin in tha shadows as they follow you around,
ready to attack whenever you least expect it, you neva know when you could die
Dead crawlin out of their graves, serial killaz creepin on tha corner of every street,
what's yo plan, what you gon do, when they come for you, can you survive tha devils night?

Devil's Night

Produced by me 

Lyrics:

Run, pussy muthafucka, run
Comin fo yo ass with a gun
Killin these bustaz just for fun
10 body bags, but still I ain't done
Run, pussy muthafucka, run
Comin fo yo ass with a gun
Killin these bustaz just for fun
10 body bags, but still I ain't done

Fuck politicians and all these crooked cops
Yall pigs are eatin donuts, when you should be eatin slop
Fightin tha system I'm neva gonna stop
I'll go against tha world and I will come out on top

Aimin fo yo muthafuckin face
Hollow point rounds in yo mouth yo gon taste
Dispose of tha body I won't leave a trace
Pieces of you in 10 different graves
Shootin tha evidence into space
Cops won't even know who to chase
By tha time they start I'll have finished tha race
It will go down in history as a cold case

Neva in my life will there be a day, when I would be able to tolerate a snitch
What I hate tha most is that it's neva bout serious crimes, you just like being a bitch
Can't let you live so I'm comin for yo ass, gonna put a fuckin spell on you like I was a witch
Stab you in tha neck, then I drive off in my car, I'm already in another country, while you bleedin out in a ditch, hoe

Run, pussy muthafucka, run
Comin fo yo ass with a gun
Killin these bustaz just for fun
10 body bags, but still I ain't done
Run, pussy muthafucka, run
Comin fo yo ass with a gun
Killin these bustaz just for fun
10 body bags, but still I ain't done

10 Body Bags

Produced by me

Lyrics:

Blunts rolled from bibles take a hit, aye 
Flamez of hell being lit, aye
Dumb muthafuckaz talkin shit, aye
Leave their severed heads in a pit, aye
Take my victims to an old sawmill, aye
Got this butta knife I use to kill, aye 
Yea it ain't made out of steel, aye
But it can cut thru yo neck still, aye

I can see that you have no hope, death
When I stare into yo eyes thru my scope, death
Leave yo body hangin from a rope, death
You thought you could keep livin but nope, death
I can see that you have no hope, death
When I stare into yo eyes thru my scope, death
Leave yo body hangin from a rope, death
You thought you could keep livin but nope, death

Throw away yo magazines, I'm bringin out tha guillotine 
Heads are gettin chopped off and hauled off in a limousine
Don't care if they come fo me, I'll say it till tha death of me:
Fuck cops and governments, fuck all authority
Take you to tha catacombs under tha dark sky
Lock yo inside, leave you there to die
Grab a shovel and start headin to tha countryside
In tha dead of night to dig a grave, double-wide

I can see that you have no hope, death
When I stare into yo eyes thru my scope, death
Leave yo body hangin from a rope, death
You thought you could keep livin but nope, death
I can see that you have no hope, death
When I stare into yo eyes thru my scope, death
Leave yo body hangin from a rope, death
You thought you could keep livin but nope, death

Butta Knife Decapitation

Produced by me

Lyrics:

Walkin down tha street at night
Grip my bloody buther knife
No one taught me, what is right
So I just kill everyone in sight
Found a victim on a bike
I can see he's scared to fight
Thinkin he can run and hide, 
but it's too late he can't survive

Draggin his rotting corpse into my shed
His ass got lucky cause he's already dead
During hours of torture many others have bled
Beggin for death till I cut off their head
Tha clock strikes midnight and my eyes turn red
Body parts piling up on tha bunk bed
Psychotic killa, the one that they dread
Blood stains on tha wall spell out: "Fuck tha feds"

Tha 38 caliber will shred you to pieces
Your blood will land on all yo nephews and nieces
Your mutilated corpse will be feedin the leeches
As yo soul wanders into the unknown
Then you walk up to the devil, he squeezes
Your hand as you're feelin the hottest of breezes
He shows yo a mirror, where you clearly can see that
In hell a pair of big horns you have grown

Heart cold like north pole
Eyes black like my soul
Bugs on my skin, I burn my face with hot coal
Gotta pay a toll
So I cut off yo nose
And with an evil grin I swallow it whole

Ridin down tha street in my '03 Mercedes
Yo body in tha trunk and it's goin to Hades
He's expectin fresh meat so I can't keep him waitin
Droppin you off then going back to paintin
The bushes and the trees with tha blood that you cried
Onto all these surfaces tha moonlight shines
Now many faces appear in tha sky
And tell me to keep killin till tha day I die

Moonlight Shinin Onto The Blood Of My Victims

@scalevillain
Трясет своей жопой будто на концерте
Будто на концерте разбиваю сердце
Не разбилось сердце, я знал куда пришла
Делал до утра эту грязь с ней
Say no more, say no more, percocet и мы в огне 
Детка делай этот trap, просто делай trap 
Молодой игрок, кого ты встретишь в этой жизни?
Не-а, никого не встретишь 
Да я самый лучший, их проблемы чужды
Эти чушки с тули
Я на них не обижаюсь
Бью в ебало и потом исчезаю
Бью в ебало и потом исчезаю

@lo-ving
Курю smoke на vision 
Пидор, на что ты обижен ? 
A lot очень reason почему ненавидеть 
Поебал и сьебал да я победитель
Designer shit -  они знают, год я назад я был невидим 
Oh fuck, не торопи события
Я broken heart, workin` hard 
Мне не забыть её ( не забыть её ) 

@6iq
Ка-а-к, идти дальше мне ? 
Лям дал в голову рано, я не чувствую тепло
Хочешь со мной романа ? 
Но я сжёг эти мосты в VETEMENTS 
Calling out, calling out
Детка не звони я вор 
Stressed out, снова я словил озноб 
Да в который раз бегу по лезвию наживы 
Эти броуки хотят кеша, эти леймы все не живы 

@scalevillain
Say no more, say no more, percocet и мы в огне 
Детка делай этот trap, просто делай trap 
Молодой игрок, кого ты встретишь в этой жизни?
Не-а, никого не встретишь 
Да я самый лучший, их проблемы чужды
Эти чушки с тули
Я на них не обижаюсь
Бью в ебало и потом исчезаю
Бью в ебало и потом исчезаю

( не of feat, просто моя версия ) 

WIN + CODE10

prod. luminous
mix/mast. spinel

6 da manhã, um tobogã
to dentro dela, faço uma bagunça
dentro do sedan, blunt de avelã
é uma noite, não se confunda
tudo tem tido o seu perigo
será q isso cpa é comigo?
n falo contigo, me sinto aflito
se tu se resolve, eu te requisito

por uma noite, te peço uma dança
por uma noite, quero uma lembrança
tu não se arrepende, mas isso te espanta
eu contabilizo, 3 grama na mente me espanca
tudo tão longe e tão perto
isso que mata minha confiança
tudo é tão incerto
eu tenho que botar na balança

seis da manhã (prod. luminous)

cetim (prod. gluko)

CHOW MEIN

Don’t get me fired up! 🚒 

Beat Prod. By STL NiNjA🔥
soundcloud.com/stl-ninja

Mixed By Hipno-Hop Meuzyk🧯 
https://soundcloud.com/hipnohopmeuzyk

Thx for all the love & support! ❤️‍🔥

FiREBUG (Prod. STL NiNjA)

A sweet little song about unicorns and rainbows

KILL

тгк: https://t.me/lo_ving_you
записываюсь в кладовке + изучаю тонкости EfelStuDie
vetements@mail.com

🕯️Horrorcore Artist from St. Louis, MO.⚰️ 
Contact: linehanbrandon97@gmail.com🪦🥀
Check out some my Halloween vids below! 🎃🔪

Michael Myers ~ https://youtu.be/Turn_8vE0RM?si=HqQ_o_Nv1iPjXXhm

Sad Spirit ~ https://youtu.be/4kLJIg7tmmk?si=Y6QvvyXgbmye8563

Jason & Michael ~ https://youtu.be/b6AzG3Ok0yE?si=9LWDr1qOdYBaY1qo

INSTAGRAM:@rayrockman
rayrockman1@gmail.com

New tracks tagged #DARKRAP