Cause when I feel you
is when I know it's the real you
& I've noticed you feel too
You're not strong like the other

I tell you don't suffer
You sit there and wonder 
Like, "is there still wonder?"
I'll take you back under, I'll live with your mother
I'll tell you it's okay to be hopeless and tired
To get through the long nights with a smile on the side

I take you shopping, I'm an alcoholic
& I'll take you places you don't need a wallet
& I'll get you right, cause I love the time
& I love your feeling, don't wanna hear you
Don't wanna fear you

Don't want you to be human, want you all to myself
Don't wanna discover it all out by myself

Weed Day Freestyle (w/ i.v.)

@prodiv

Can I come through the backdoor?
I don't even wanna ask for more

It's all said and done
Think I lost a ton, but I could have some fun
& the love, did I ever mention the love?

Schizophrenic shit the way they talk about above us
I don't even love ya
Don't got all the time in the world, I'ma rush ya
If you're in my way, motherfucker, I'ma push ya
And that's it

Attention span (+i.v.)

Hand Me Downs (w/ i.v.)

My Collection (w/ i.v.)

The Bomb (w/ i.v.)

MV
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ab0BO4NL4k

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

Im so high like I got Blade on my teeth
Blow smoke like a train and it’s all burning leaves
All you rap Niggas stay steady weak 
Like a Goofy ass bum locking they Uploads on Soulseek

IDK Who he is, idk Who You is
I Don’t know that girl But I did stick my dick in her
Definitely, turn yo ass into a Dead Kennedy
If you step up to me, If You try to Mess With Me!

Carl Crack, I got that cheap swag you’d still jack
DMT got me seeing life like a Doom Map
In Mack D’s, freaking, hanging with homies
Feel like I’m Burial, my Life Be Hurting Me

I got that Dog In Me, Jade Harley
Fresh Nigga, get the Hoes calling
I smoke that potent, it’s tasting like garlic
Smoking that Tony Hawk, this pack stay Gnarly

Leave you all red like the Talking Heads
Portraits Of Past, Bang Yer Head
British chick giving me crazy neck
She said my shit is a Banga Ye, then stick my cock in her arse, fill her with Semen Breh

Dropping so much, just tryna make bread
Vicki Leekx,
 taking Meds, tryna dodge the Feds
I fall off after one track like Owl City
I fuck all these hoes, cuz I am Not Picky

I fuck on her ass, leave her Disgusting and Sticky
After we post up and we roll Sweet Swishees
I am in cali after that bitch nigga Bappy
I got a girl who's just like Cassie

From skins, I ain't Talkshow Boy, if you don't fuck wit the rhythm of this, Slit Your Fucking Wrists
And drink my piss too, I take your lunch money and I drive off, later Dude
Drugs move me slow like an Eccojam
You hate on my music, Ion give a damn
Need Nia Jax to sit on my face
DJ Chud, an enemy of the Texas state

Hated by the upper class
Master Chief when I tote the Strap
 I lost myself and Might Need a Map
Why the haters be talking all this crap? Come to my show and it ends with a scrap

You know what they say, suffering Build character
How'd you think I made it age 17?
And No, I ain't really scene
But I be with my niggas in the back reading some Pon and Zi

I hate all these niggas just like how Uncle Ruckus be
And I press all dem triggas, I am on Red, yall on Blue team
Smoke up with the crew, yeah I roll with the Gangreen
And if they don't like you, do not try to talk to me

She wanna fistbump, OK, lets bump it
Fuckin with me, throw you in the Hudson
Vocals inaudible like Chippendale
Step in the game and I give em Hell

Yall haters is wack, got no Style and no Policy
I got yo bitch, and we walkin around the city
DJ Chud, I bring the real Draken fuckin B
I bring the noise el supa hard like 6 Tiger Beats

Tell All Your Friends EP

😢〝 Life Be Hurting Me〞prod me 🦷🍔😒 (MV In Description)

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

I Hit the Epic Face when she pulled up
Baby girl, she wanna fuck
I hate fucking scene kids, 
Feed 'em to the lions Yeah.

I used to be sober
It used to be less colder
Now Im smoking dope and rolling it around Like a boulder

Sisyphus, my fist is in your bitches gut
Human Nike box after she gives me a donkey Punch
Leaves me covered in Blood, but I already have a song called that
Please, I'll huff the dust before I ever touch the crack

I am yoko Ono nigga and i stole Yo fucking girl
Fucked up your world, now you tryna get me served
Bitch, the feds can eat the dirt
Put yo ass in the ground with a smirk
Yo chick, she got that ass, she carryin around that Lil Durk

You a pussy fuck nigga, go on and clutch your pearls
Got a blasian homie We roll around like Toejam and Earl
Got a triple XL Sweatshirt like My Name Is Earl
I be chiefin' on Inhalants that tell me Fuck The World


Dreads stay untwisted, Homie I am about to Hurl.
and I aint never leaving Bitches Even if I hate this Earth
And I smoke everyday, rolled a Blunt at Birth
Trying to hold me down, restrict me, I'll just make this worse

I just smoke Acacia Strain, yo bitch give me Wormwood
And she Love me Love me Love me Love Me so Good
Fuzzy Dino Pop the way Im screaming over Beats
Make a scene, I cant go in too hard because of Normies, Yeah

Or my parents catching me, I am Only 17
Afraid of everything and so on, Like Im Billy
You hating DJ Chud in '24 is so silly
I know I'm next up, and that's Really god willing
feel Like Seth Macfarlane when Im fucking singing

😃〝 Epic〞prod me 😊

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

Rainbow Dash Tulpa I smoke with
Stood Nonchalant with no Emotion
Don't give a shit about nothing, tears in my eyes As Im leaving the function

RIP $LUDGEHAMMER, king of Grand Junction
I'm taking something just to feel nothing
When I count up the dead presidents
I'ma use them to buy pack thats so strong It Kills Elephants

What Im chiefing on ain't Texan Legal
Swag so lethal, it’s killin Niggas
Act deceitful when I press my Hi Point trigger
I am Always on the soap shoe grind trying to make some Figures

But it’s all delusional
Im taking medicine that ain’t constitutional
I smoke that bud and watch it crumble

Before my very eyes, and I die inside when I ain’t high
You can never be like me and that’s coz my brain is fried I donated it to Popeyes

Fuck my Popeyes job that shit was a snoozefest
Now Im tryna make it big with music that is incoherent
I’m so belligerent eating KFC
NEET but I still go to school and chug syrup and blow weed

Doing robo until I see Things, Anything
I feel like Say Anything with these gold fillings around my fucking fingers
Yo girl hug my nutsack like a Teddy Bear then she stay for more than that and lingers
Had to kick her out the crib, leave her feelings hurt coz I have to be alone and smoke

Like that one Lil Xan song about Betrayal, man that Song was so fucking trash Yo
I sniff her armpits and it’s garbo

🌿〝 IM TAKING SOMETHING JUST TO FEEL NOTHING. 〞prod me 😔

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

Yeah… Ion know how to feel
Got a Debbie Hyman GF, she suck me Good For Real 

Fuck Really how You fucking Feel
I do whatever I want whenever I want that’s coz Ive Been fucking Trill
I got Cat Piss ganja, they come in from Every single fucking Front

I flip em Up, mark em Up, Shit And Shine yeah we sellin’ drugs
I burn it all up, salty tomato pack, yeah It Fill My Lungs

I feel so Low but I’m So High

I was born to feel Thus Im Born to die
My crew dont like humans like No Trend
I’m off the Dex like Im 13 again, that shit got me writing some Nonsense

I get 3 kicks from this shit like Im Arca
Dj Chud, money stay cheesy like Pasta
Hair staying twisted, Lil Rasta
Got a bad lady and she clop me off

I can only go in raw or not at all

Why do I work so Hard? Ion wanna Go To university
I smoke so Much Fucking dope that Shit give me enough Knowledge to last me until my thirties . . . 

Aaahhhhhhhhhoooohhhhh !! 🗣️

👕〝BEEN TRILL〞prod me ⚔️

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

The Loud got me saying Like Like Im James Ferraro
It got me repeatin' Sounds, man Im feeling so Robot-o
I don't think You mean it cuz it ain't sound Retard-O-
Bot, white In my snot, sike I don't stoop That Low

Nah Man, I just only smoke the Herbs
But now and then, Catch me Sipping on some Sizzurp
Texas To Memphis, yes I'm in Three Six
Bin Laden kush in my Lungs and in my piss

I don't wish bad But I Want You to not exist
I don't believe the plug is coming, yep I'm a Nihilist
I don't want anything But To Become Rich
When I get my racks Up I'm buying Adio Margera Kicks

I don't even Listen to HIM
Live life 2014, Kush and Adult Swim
I was gonna Pour Up again, but I lost my Limbs
I was gonna say some true shit, Forget It

I was gonna say something to prove Im legit
I was gonna say what I thought was in my head
Chase daily for the peso and That Bread
Chase daily For the Fun of It All, No Trend

Chase daily for the Peso, Im Rocky
Chase daily for the net Clicks, I'm Boxxy
Chase daily for the ego, On My Kanye
Chase daily for the High, just for One escape

🙋‍♀️〝Chase Daily〞prod me 🏃 ←🚶

Clocks #mostimportantthing (wir qwerty ithurtstowalk)

@hulknb

https://youtu.be/D9uB9TNnEug

[Thanksgiving]
every morning I wake up without a coffee
love and hate swirl around my head when I start to dream
never knew shit and that's how it's always been
noone left to help so it's just gonna be everything
body one with the soul it never felt right with me
I don't know how I could accommodate our own needs
never knew shit yeah I never knew anything
just know what I know yeah we never knew everything

darkness falls
it's getting colder earlier and fogging up my car
can't see through the front between dusk and dawn
feel it through the front I know what you're on

[自殺cel](Thanksgiving)
what's happening to me (darkness falls)
don't feel like I'm watched does that mean that I'm free (it's getting colder earlier and fogging up my car)
though I grow past her machines (can't see through the front between dusk and dawn)
it's etraufactive that she still wants to imprison me (feel it through the front I know what you're on)

coffee prod The Hulk beats MV IN DESCRIPTION

Single mix @jisatsucel @prodiv

Crystalmirror331:
i dont even like it i just love it
you aint even my friend you're not my cousin
im really all so done with the fuck shit
so just cut it out

making all this money got me blushing
im sorry i mislead you im just bluffing
i dont polish shit cause im the roughest

life in the city  i feel okay
trees in bloom  i just need the shade
i dont miss  snow i can see the way
must love god the way that im devout
devout to love yeah ill shout you out
i dont need hate  its not allowed

Ithurtstowalk:
forgiven of all my sins by the nun who lives inside my head
you might have seen her on the TV wearing a yellow headband
no matter how many times I think of something impure or unbecoming
walk with me she walks with me and keeps pace with my running
float with me she floats with me she emerges from the ether
takes all of my concrentration if I want to see her
talk with me she talks with me but she doesn't have much to say
you won't believe it but I promise to you she taught me everything

Crystalmirror331 & Ithurtstowalk - Living in the city, prod i.v #MiT

@prodiv

Is it you
That can save me from my mess
You said
"It finally snowed"

Is it my fault
Time goes
It gets stuck in my hands
Like sand
Light flickers on and off
The room

Is it my fault
Time goes
It gets stuck in my hands
Like sand
Light flickers on and off
The room

But God, can you give me some space
Wasted time and youth on you
Stuck in such a bad place
You're all that I asked for
You're all that I needed

Is it you
That can save me
From my mess
You said
"It finally snowed"

it finally snowed prod iv

@prodiv

Neither here nor there
Can't get close
I'm far too scared
Anything at all
Just make it quick
I watch them feed off of it

I was there for the first kiss
I was there for the last
Watch your face reflect off of the glass
Too many fuck-ups over and over
So many times I told myself "I'll do it when I'm sober"

Time flies
You should snap out of it
You didn't even say goodbye 
My life gets surrounded with
All of these clouds and then
Nobody shouts with God

I wanna go, but I wanna stay in tact
I wanna run, but I wanna stay back
Highschool jit, Margielas in the backpack

And honestly
Fuck your dream
We're never gonna make it
Where they want us to be
And we're never gonna break it
Or distribute it evenly

It's not perfect yet, but it's getting there
I wanna call, but I always get scared
I wanna drive, but I'm always impaired
It's on your mind, but I'm still right here
Anything else?
I had to wait in line, grabbed the book off the shelf
You were asking for help
At one point in time you were mine in the pelt

you didnt even say goodbye prod iv

iv june 2025 samples

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e pluribus unum
@mostimportantthing

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