@kashanilmao

[Double Homicide (feat. Kashani) ]

Lyrics:
I’ve been struggling to find myself ever since 2006
Running through a maze I’m never gonna find the end
I said sorry you should’ve changed the bullshit that you did
Goth bitch locked in got her sucking on my dick
Motherfucka
That’s it motherfucka
Gloves on I’ll pop you like a zit motherfucka
Plug tapped in I’ll cop a zip motherfucka
Lungs black I need oxygen motherfucka
Fuck that bitch up on the kitchen counter I’m a chef
I don’t need no diamonds why I got a noose around my neck
You flood my conscience
Every waking moment wishing death
Isolated from the world I’m living inside of my head
Society is riding me
motherfuck this damn anomaly
First class don’t fly economy
Bitch bad she likes astrology
I’m higher than than the moon they think I’m studying astronomy
Yung Eren and Kashani
We rose up from the dead
(Kashani)
I heard that you tryna keep up
So I’ma beat ya
456 gon’ make you heat up
Go check your fever
It’s the life that I live
So I got nothing to give
Except some 762’s
Or a hollow point at your head
Oh nah he dead
I’ll sip up on a potion tell the feds
I’m hallucinating images while taking my meds
Oh no he bled
Just like that motherfucker on X
Yeah we don’t fuck with that hoe
She make herself look convex
Ugh
Talk talk talk that’s all these motherfuckers do
Why you spitting all this bullshit hoe we know it’s not true
Oh you a bitch
I’ll leave your body laying in the ditch
I don’t forget
So you’re already wrote on the list
Like I don’t fuck with you people
I think I’m true I’m not evil
And if you talking down on Phreyla bitch you catching the heater
Know that I’m just b-b-better
Look at the sweater
So if that ain’t some fucking proof, then I don’t know what to tell ya
(Phreyla)
Phreyla your main hero
My neck just hit sub zero
Escalade I’m riding with a bitch that look like Clairo
Smoking hella indo
Asking where I been for (what?)
Got me turning up the volume come to a crescendo
Bitch I’m from the 44
Money, drugs, & custom clothes
is all he knows
Take a pill and overdose I’m going close to comatose
Staring in the eyes of death I’m standing to him toe to toe
Glad I got my holy ghost
My cone is full of homegrown
Yuh
Paint the ceiling red I ain’t getting my deposit back
Problems keep up piling up
Exes never calling back
Wonder what I’m hiding from
Bet they’re not too fond of that
Broken hearted have a heart attack
I hope that
Nobody finds my body that is close to me
And pray to anyone my soul goes where it’s supposed to be
That 223 gon make you bleed if you’re nosy
Put you in OT
With no team
(Kashani)
Don’t take it personal
Like if you fuck with me shit could get surgical
That 223 looked at your face and said yeah it’s dispersible
You could go vertical
I ain’t so fucking merciful
Eyes on your location drag you down and give you vertigo
Whip the RX7 from the middle of the carport
Are you fucking kidding me? I told you it’s not a four-door
Just a two seater holy shit your bitch is in it
Mirrors fall to pieces I can never really fit
Oh my god I got some fucking BM’s and I’ma get some more
Bodies over bodies looking like the blue Smokies
Blood is dripping from the ceiling fan dropped to the floor
‘Bout to clean it up ‘cause we got to stay lowkey
Shadow in the night just know you ain’t gonna find me
If you think you’re trying to search I know that shit is unlikely
I don’t need a fucking laser, always aiming precisely
Gonna blow you into parts and sell that shit to O’Reillys
Ugh

Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: Kashani

About the Track:
Double Homicide is me and Kashani trading dark energy, bar after bar, no holding back. It’s violent, heavy, and straight from that headspace where nothing feels off limits. Kashani came in wild and matched the vibe perfectly, turning it into one of the grittiest collabs on the tape. 

Album Context:
Track 13. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Double Homicide (feat. Kashani)

[Level 6 Hoe]

Lyrics:
Yuh 
Tread worn down on my Michelins
Yuh
Fuck it fill my lungs up with glycerin
Yuh
You can thank my mom bitch I’m disciplined 
Yuh
Bitch I run the game like a syndicate
Bitch I got my cigarette rolled up
Full of marijuana
Cup full of drank, and the drank with the soda
Phreyla been the sickest motherfucker no corona 
I’ve been ducking drama by stacking up my commas

Who who
Who the fuck is you I’ll let my shooters shoot
My o’s look like some hula hoops
My blade swings like jujutsu moves
I love the shit my tooly do like Nardwuar it go doo-doo-doo
Blocked the bitch on everything I’m not tryna get through to you
Aye
Shout out my exes
Give me a call
I probably won’t answer
Probably won’t talk
But leave me a message 
Say what you want
I just need to check
If I got you blocked
I want a chopped top Lexus
Chrome heart trimmed I’m flexing
Yah
Suicide doors I’ll wreck it as long as I go down stepping
Yuh

Yuh 
Tread worn down on my Michelins
Yuh
Fuck it fill my lungs up with glycerin
Yuh
You can thank my mom bitch I’m disciplined 
Yuh
Bitch I run the game like a syndicate
Bitch I got my cigarette rolled up
Full of marijuana
Cup full of drank, and the drank with the soda
Phreyla been the sickest motherfucker no corona 
I’ve been ducking drama by stacking up my commas

I’m a silver chain shiner
Pulled up high as fuck
Bumping in my whip
My bitch finer 
Choppa rum-pum-pum-pumpin’ 
Running you out your designer
That’s a whole different discussion 
Tussin in my cup liner
It just helps me at the function
I don’t give a fuck what you claim you ain’t shit to me
Bitch I pull up rolling in a tank just like the military 
Put a couple bullets in your back
Make sure you ain’t make it back
As I fade into the black
I would rather stay a mystery

You can die hoe
I’ma try hoe
You can die hoe
I’ma try hoe

Yuh 
Tread worn down on my Michelins
(Michelins)
Fuck it fill my lungs up with glycerin
(Glycerin)
You can thank my mom bitch I’m disciplined 
(Disciplined)
Bitch I run the game like a syndicate
Bitch I got my cigarette rolled up
Full of marijuana
Cup full of drank, and the drank with the soda
Phreyla been the sickest motherfucker no corona 
I’ve been ducking drama by stacking up my commas



Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: N/A

About the Track:
Level 6 Hoe is chaotic energy front to back—me rapping about habits that help me get by, little notes to people from my past, as well as just overall fury. The title’s a little jab at someone from my past that I thought was too good to not use.

Album Context:
Track 10. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

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Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Level 6 Hoe

[Coffee and Cigarettes]

Lyrics:
I’ma tear the club up
When I walk in the front door
Half a fucking pound stuffed it all inside a fronto
If you ain’t getting fucked up
What the fuck you come for
Bitch I’m going round told her spark another blunt hoe
Looking for a bad bitch
I’m not looking for love though
All black Suburban with the windows tinted gun smoke
The opps thought I was plotting I was hardly pullin up tho
But if I pop it they’ll be hopping like they playing jump rope
Never gave a fuck
Probably never gonna
Smoking marijuana my lungs are filled up with ganja
I can’t breathe too easy
My chest got a rattle and I feel my ribs squeeze me
I’ma tear the club up
When I walk in the front door
Half a fucking pound stuffed it all inside a fronto
If you ain’t getting fucked up
What the fuck you come for
Bitch I’m going round told her spark another blunt hoe
Yuh
Buck
Buck
Yeah
Tear the club up
I’ma tear the club up
Tear the club up
I’ma tear the club up
Tear the- tear the club up
I’ma tear the club up
Tear the club up
I’ma tear the club up
I-I-I’ma tear the club up
When I walk in the front door
Half a fucking pound stuffed it all inside a fronto
If you ain’t getting fucked up
What the fuck you come for
Bitch I’m going round told her spark another blunt hoe

Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: N/A

About the Track:
Coffee and Cigarettes is just wild energy—rowdy, reckless, and made for tearing the club up. It’s me on my fuck-it attitude, smoking heavy, and not caring who’s watching. A track built to get loud.

Album Context:
Track 8. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

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Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Coffee and Cigarettes

[Mum’s Garden (feat. MAK)]

Lyrics:
I’ve been stuck inside a funk
Everything I think of lately seems like thoughts for chumps
But I keep riding ain’t shit gonna stop me I just count them hoes as bumps
With these bags under my eyes you’d think I hadn’t slept in months

I’m stuffing an ounce in my blunt
I put that gas in my lungs
Shawty keep asking wassup
Locked in the studio 48 hours I feel a bit stuck
Hot undercover I’m peeling it off
I just wanted to feel something I don’t got no feeling at all

Give me your love
Maybe that’s all I’ve got wrong
Freedom above
Torture me under the rocks
Send me below
Maybe I’ll find a new home
I’m walking through gardens that’s heavily guarded the scent I’ve been smelling the mums

(MAK)
Young MAK step in we cold, no pressure
Pussy so wet had this guy need a stretcher
Bust on her tongue call it ice cream texture
Dick so long got her legs on the dresser
Bad bitch beat it I’ma stroke to the rhythm 
Hit it from the back make the chandelier shiver
All gas no brakes got her squirting like a river
Nut on her face now she shining like glitter
Hundred blue bills yeah I stack them like LEGO
Pop one pill then I slide with a halo
She ride real fast got me feeling like F1
MAK too smooth make a hoe want to bless one
Smoking on zaza got me hella stuck
Fuck on her waist then I nut in her cunt

(Phreyla)
I’ve been stuck inside a funk
Everything I think of lately seems like thoughts for chumps
But I keep riding ain’t shit gonna stop me I just count them hoes as bumps
With these bags under my eyes you’d think I hadn’t slept in months

I’m stuffing an ounce in my blunt
I put that gas in my lungs
Shawty keep asking wassup
Locked in the studio 48 hours I feel a bit stuck
Hot undercover I’m peeling it off
I just wanted to feel something I don’t got no feeling at all

Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: MAK

About the Track:
Mum’s Garden is me stuck in a world of weed, living everyday stoned from the moment I wake to sleep. Inside a true flower garden. MAK slid in and brought a whole new life to the track, snapping with crazy energy and flipping the vibe completely. His verse takes this song to another level. 

Album Context:
Track 11. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

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INSTAGRAM
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Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Mum’s Garden (feat. MAK)

[Skunky]

Lyrics:
I know a couple bitches that just want to fuck me
Don’t want to love me
They can’t even trust me
Hoe if you can’t find me, you can catch me where them blunts be
Where it’s smelling skunky
Find my body rotting in the front seat
I listened to that hoe one time
Won’t let that shit happen again
throwing up in the back of the benz
Underground still making platinum hits
I kept on running for miles and miles and miles I’m getting tired of this shit
everyone copy my style my style my style that’s why I ain’t dropped in like six
Haters always flocking keep on commenting
My songs are way too hot for them
I’m sick of blocking them
Smoke signals in the air I’m sending S.O.S I just cached out my bong again
I need some ganja man
Bitch I pulled up body pomegranate pulverizer puffin’
I smoke it like it’s nuffin’
Puffin’ on blueberry muffin
Fill my lungs up with some strains she sourced somehow somewhere or something
If you ain’t throwing blunts in this the end of the discussion
I know a couple bitches that just want to fuck me
Don’t want to love me
They can’t even trust me
Hoe if you can’t find me, you can catch me where them blunts be
Where it’s smelling skunky
Find my body rotting in the front seat
High as fuck find my body rotting in the front seat
Cemetery gates have opened up it’s time to dump me
Crows in the sky when I ride they above me
Die you gon’ die you gon’ die you disgust me
Paranormal creatures never felt this good to be around
I used to dream about burning the whole house down
And then the real her showed her face I felt so lucky
How could someone pretty have a soul so ugly
I know a couple bitches that just want to fuck me
Don’t want to love me
They can’t even trust me
Hoe if you can’t find me, you can catch me where them blunts be
Where it’s smelling skunky
Find my body rotting in the front seat
I listened to that hoe one time
Won’t let that shit happen again
throwing up in the back of the benz
Underground still making platinum hits
I kept on running for miles and miles and miles I’m getting tired of this shit
everyone copy my style my style my style that’s why I ain’t dropped in like six

Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: N/A

About the Track:
Skunky is just gross. I talk about rotting, burning down houses, ugliness, the melody is straight grimey shit meets coffee shop piano. The slow-paced drums  plus phat 808s just makes a recipe for heat.

Album Context:
Track 9. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

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Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Skunky

[Basic Fundamentals]

Lyrics:

I hate everyone bitch I only love myself
What you running from? 
What you running from?
Double middle fingers as I’m on my way to hell
What you running from? 
What you running from?

Sleeping
I can’t get no sleep in
Doubled up my doses double text sent to the weed man 
(Two)
Watch me hit a fadeaway three as I fall into the deep end
I’m stuck inside the 4 I can’t find a way to leave it
Five-O riding ‘round doing nothing but being pigs
That’s why I’m riding ‘round throwing up that 666
I sent out seven shots so one of them motherfuckers gotta hit
Long as my 808s keep thumping I’m gon’ speak it like it is
Yuh
9mm got it seated on my lips
It’s a ten baby it’s a perfect fit
A quarter to 11’s when I think I’m bouta dip
And I’ll be screaming “fuck 12!” with my very last breath

I hate everyone bitch I only love myself
What you running from? 
What you running from?
Double middle fingers as I’m on my way to hell
What you running from? 
What you running from?

Aye
I can’t stand these mother fuckers tryna B me
I feel like John Cena
Sorry hoe you can’t C me
Think I’m the only motherfucker still burning CD’s
Best motherfucker rated E for entertaining
I’m so innovative F it I’m the G inside the greatest
I flew from CLE and made a touchdown where the H is
A bloodshot I could’ve told you I was faded
Bro your new shits fire we was bumping when I played it 
Nah bitch I’m JK’ing
That new shit was an L
I’m rolling blunts and counting M’s on the highway to Hell
I told her N O I don’t want to kiss and tell
Bitch it’s P H R E Y L A I only love myself

I hate everyone bitch I only love myself
What you running from? 
What you running from?
Double middle fingers as I’m on my way to hell
What you running from? 
What you running from?

What you running from? 
What you running from?

What you running from? 
What you running from?

Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: N/A

About the Track:
Basic Fundamentals is me having fun with wordplay—running through the alphabet, numbers, and testing how far I can push my pen. It’s raw energy mixed with a lyrical exercise, proving I can still talk my shit while keeping it clever.

Album Context:
Track 7. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

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INSTAGRAM
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Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Basic Fundamentals

[Bathsheba]

Lyrics:

Bitch it’s P H R E Y L A
Neck twisted bitches gripping my chain
When I die who’s gon’ remember my name?
Crucified baby just let me hang
I’ve been graveyard stepping in my free time
Rolling up a blunt headed to hell I’m throwing peace signs
Barrel to my temple as my momma says she’s missing me
How I’m supposed to care about myself when I’m my own worst enemy
I got problems I can’t ever seem to solve
Wrote a letter to the bullet in my skull
Still climbing I’m just trying not to fall
Plates loaded I can’t even eat I’m full
I know I can’t be someone important 
I’m not worth it

Yuh
Yuh
(Buck)

Answer me one question do you give a fuck about me?
Bitch I’m riding solo I don’t want that hoe around me
All she did was doubt me
Hated on me proudly
Six months of hiding I’m surprised that someone found me
I guess I should’ve read the writing on the walls
You were leading me to my own demise all along
Walking down a dimly lit hall
With this pain in my skull
That will never get solved

Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: N/A

About the Track:
Bathsheba sets the tone for the tape—dark, heavy, and straight to the point. It’s me talking about being my own worst enemy, carrying pain I can’t shake, and trying to climb out without falling deeper Into Oblivion. 

Album Context:
Track 1. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

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INSTAGRAM
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Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Bathsheba

[White Gold Sarcophagus ]

Lyrics:
Remember back in highschool
The teacher’s called me psycho
For writing rhymes in class instead of quizzes they supplied us
Watch me as I die slow
Bury me in white gold
Balancing my life I’m tired I’m jumping off the tight rope
The other students said I’m nothing but an eyesore
Have the doctor cut me up and turn me to a cyborg
Smoke away the day before I’m creeping by the nightfall
I got way too high I left my mind in a different time zone
Yuh
Okay yuh
Whatchu wanna do?
(Fucked up)
Yuh
Okay I pull up on that squealer with the heater in the seat
My feelings like an iceberg, there’s no guess what’s underneath
They say don’t meet your idols, but I’m idolizing me
My life is like a puzzle with a constant missing piece
Yeah that bitch sent me a voicemail to my phone it said all
“I’m gonna claw my eyes out call me right now”
Sorry hoe I’m busy I can’t return the call You’re getting blocked goodbye now
I’ma die now

Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: N/A

About the Track:
White Gold Sarcophagus is me looking back at when nobody believed in what I was doing—teachers calling me crazy for writing rhymes instead of paying attention, classmates seeing me as nothing. It’s bitter but proud, showing how I took all that doubt and carved it into who I am now. 

Album Context:
Track 15. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

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Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

White Gold Sarcophagus

Toxic

never have i cut this far

scrapped real emo projects with https://soundcloud.com/sinhelskling

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i need u right now

Give it Time (Prod. Triazo)

die bout dis v2.2

I'm Falling (Prod. Triazo)

Lose! ft Lil Stunta

tg: t.me/moooorteeeem
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mix. by: crause #kđ

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