The sequel to 'TIP TOE'
prod. by gingus1163

Lyrics:

Hey, hey, hey, ha!
Hey, hey, hey, ha!
Hey, hey, hey, ha!
Hey, hey, hey, okay!

Pull up with a blick, it’s a ‘stick’ how I ‘slap’ you with it
I’m Johnny Sins, way I fuck yo’ bitch, ain’t got no limit
I haven’t dropped in a while, but unbeknownst to your belief
To make this shit sound more ass, yeah, it takes a minute 

Get off my tip toes, put you to a curb
And after stomping on this bitch, you can call me Ken the Butcher way I slurp
On his brain, like he’s a Virtue
Haunting in yo’ dreams, and you know that I will get you, fuck ‘em up

I know these lyrics kinda cryptic
Get yourself a cryptanalyst, so you get what I be saying
‘Til I break him, shatter him like mirrors hit by daggers
Hit his brain like alcohol, and now you see him how he stagger 

On the streets of the district
Setting light to gas, like how can you fucking believe this?
Lying through my teeth, I grind it up until it’s looking like spaghetti 
Add a chef’s kiss, cooking up this meal like I am Remy, you a

Dumb sucker, ya’ shit outta luck, huh?
Stomping on his dome like a dumb motherfucker
I said “Hi, I’m a really nice guy”, then I’ll hit him with a new cal, .245

Dumb sucker, ya’ shit outta luck, huh?
Stomping on his dome like a dumb motherfucker
I said “Hi, I’m a really nice guy”, then I’ll hit him with a new cal, .245

Shoutout gingus1163 for producing this beat for me… But honestly, you should just change your name at this point because I can not put your name into the producer credits anymore without sounding like a complete fucking idiot.

STOMPIN

shoutout @teroristi for the beat!
(THIS TRACK IS STILL A WIP SO PLEASE BE PATIENT!)

Lyrics:

I’m a- I’m as- I’m as high as-

I’m as high as I can get, the pain is growing in my chest
Calling up the plug to give me any better sedative
If I’m getting pulled up to the side, you know I’m positive 
Cuz thoughts up in my mind are beating me, they always negative

Know they dealing with my life, like Digimon
Spending hours on the web, I’m getting hit with digirot
It’s always gonna get ya, blinded like a cyclops 
In my little cave with only torches to my left

So you know that I am burning, burning, burning bridges
I don’t listen to these bitches
What you know about me mane
Get the fuck up out my face

Keep your mouth free of my name
Brother let me tell you
If you my 13th reason why
There’s nothing that can save you

I’ll come back as a ghost
I be haunting you the most
Let the plates fall of the shelf
Let them shatter on the floor

No you bitches ain’t my kin
Cuz y’all be acting like a foe
That’s the reason I’mma kill myself
That’s what you wanna know, huh?

Bullets- Bullets to yo chest-

Bullets to yo chest, if you can not fucking rest
I’m kinda fed up with the ordinary stress
I’m sick of all that shit you say, but I ain’t got the power yet
So better to go kill myself and resurrecting from the dead

Put bullets 

to yo chest, if you can not fucking rest
I’m kinda fucking fed up with the ordinary stress
I’m sick of all that shit you say, but I ain’t got the power yet
So better to go kill myself and resurrecting from the dead

FED UP (WIP) [prod. TERRORISTI]

prod. by me and @user-555059549

Lyrics:

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

Yeah I crashed in a whip
Let the blood down dribble from my
Steering wheel, feel like shit
Wish that god would’ve taken me with him

God I feel sick
After spending hours ‘round these bitches
Y’all want some shit
I just want the sweet death

I cry and I drink and I smoke and I sleep
Wake up next morning, I gotta repeat 
Goin downhill and I’m going with speed
Langer Zug, 80% steep

Got money and I got a lambo
But this shit don’t matter aye
They said money buy happiness 
But I’m not feeling better, yuh

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a whip)
(Yeah I crashed in a-)
(Let the blood dribble down from my steering wheel)

CRASHED (INTERLUDE) [prod. kaithegoof x SCRXM]

producer and songwriter, currently located in slovakia
ig: @kaithegoof

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