Baby where your mans at?
I go grab him
Baby hit my cashapp
I go stab him
Running up a fat stack
You just capping
Lay him in a grass mat
And start hacking

Bitch I'm gripping on the shotty
Brains and webs all on my Tommy
Black like widows crawling on me
In the dark, I'm taking bounties
Take my head, they wanna mount me
Why the fuck y'all talk around me?
Got a million ways to pop me
But nobody wanna drop me

Bitch I'm feisty like my Papi
Hit like trains, derail around me
Be East Palestine, I'm prolly
Gonna kill myself all sloppy
Really trynna drop a body
In the dark, I'm killing, rotting
Your bitch trynna slip me toppy
Then I'm back to fucking mopping

Slip in the back I'm Slasher Holly
Adding scars is like my hobby
Chopping a bitch up if he copy
Shoot for Cheddar like I'm Bobby
Dragging the carcass to the lobby
When your family stand around me
Dead and I'm talking the pound of my heartbeat
To fearing I've figured out how to stop me uh

I got organs in the back
And I'm peeling off the track bitch
Maggots in my path
When I pull you out your casket
Brush em off and laugh
While your skeleton is cracking
Shift my bones and graft
Changing forms like it's a habit

Bitch I really pack my blades okay
Off a pilly when I pop him to the bass okay
Razor blade around my vein
Make their face go grey
I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna stay
Bitch I really pack my blades okay
Off a pilly when I pop him to the bass okay
Razor blade around my vein
Make their face go grey
I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna stay
Bitch I really pack my blades okay
Off a pilly when I pop him to the bass okay
Razor blade around my vein
Make their face go grey
I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna stay

Sifting through my baggage
Let cadavers sing my passage
Muffled sounds from under plastic
Turn to gargles when I'm manic
I just kill so I don't panic
Soul of black, repair the damage
Solar panel sourcing planets
So my energies replenished uh

Go bump SOURCEOFSTATIC
Drop a toaster from your boat
Watch em wriggle all around me
Till their bodies start to float
Everything feel fucking tragic
Human life a fucking joke
Swear to God when I'm in session
Omnipresence can't behold

Baby where your mans at?
I go grab him
Baby hit my cashapp
I go stab him
Running up a fat stack
You just capping
Lay him in a grass mat
And start hacking

I got vatos like a kingpin
I'm not laughing
If you walking up with 8 men
We not scrapping
I'll just pull up with the A-10
And start blasting
I done seen the deaths of great men
And I was happy

Baby where your mans at?
I go grab him
Baby hit my cashapp
I go stab him
Running up a fat stack
You just capping
Lay him in a grass mat
And start hacking

Baby where your mans at?
Start hacking
Baby where your mans at?
Start hacking
Baby where your mans at?
Start hacking
Running up a fat stack
Start hacking

SKINWALKER (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

I been dropping straight heat
Since like 2015
All your shit a pipe dream
Get the fuck out my scene
I just roll with bright beams
On the barrels, sight green
Might get fucked if y'all seen
Pop and skerrt, then y'all leak

I got homies out in Texas
That'll kill you before breakfast
Up at three, the AM, testing
They be wetting up your section
Got them leaded up investments
That be tearing through intestines
Take your mass and start to lessen
Really running up the tension

That could fill up another dimension
With the organs I'm bouta go mention
I just shot him while all y'all was benching
Your bitch wanna insert my erection

I'm taking their stomachs to fill em with fondant
I'm turning bionic by filling up on it
Be chugging a fo when I'm running up on him
The king of the flow, when I go super to sonic
I'm breaking up bones on that demidemonic
I'm making em choke when I'm smoking that chronic
I swear I be keeping that mop if you want it
I slide em a bucket to clean up the vomit

I'll be puking in this bitch
Until my face green
Fucking lyrics falling out
Like it's a daydream
Sipping syrup on the beat
I'll kill your whole team
Hara Kiri in this bitch
That Vile House breed
I'll be puking in this bitch
Until my face green
Fucking lyrics falling out
Like it's a daydream
Sipping syrup on the beat
I'll kill your whole team
Hara Kiri in this bitch
That Vile House breed

I been dropping straight heat
Since like 2015
All your shit a pipe dream
Get the fuck out my scene
I just roll with bright beams
On the barrels, sight green
Might get fucked if y'all seen
Pop and skerrt, then y'all leak
Aye

THATSWHATSHESAID (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Hollow broke and never less
The purp I smoke all amethyst
So fuck this shit I tried my best
I don't hit up my therapist
Can't talk about what's on my chest
Cause I don't know if I'll make sense
I walk through portals, floral scents
Just lay me down I need some rest

My bitch bad like no bet
She eat kids like Otep
I slow time with no jet
I'm horse dick like Bojack
Ask your bitch she know that
10 inches she throw back
I pop xans then go nap
Y'all act weird like Kodak

My life ain't worth savin aye
Rollin up wit Satan aye
I don't hold shit sacred aye
My soul feelin vacant aye
I ain't got much life to take
I still sleep inside a grave
Get some drugs that make me shake
Pop some more like everyday

Damn
That shit wild

Hollow smoking on a blossom
Digging graves that they could fit (fit)
If they step to me, I pop em
They deserve just what they get (pop)
Heard a lot of pussy rappers
Trynna gank up all my shit (what?)
But when it come to slinging chrome
Bet that I be quicker at the hip (ha)
Yo
They ain't see me in the gutter
They ain't do the shit I did (nope)
Barely 12 yet motherfucker
Running pills out the crib (I be that)
Yeah my mama raised a demon
Give a fuck bout what it is
Where I go it staying lit
I be that ember from the sticks bitch

Yeah my mama raised a demon
Give a fuck bout what it is
Where I go it staying lit
I be that ember from the sticks
Yeah my mama raised a demon
Give a fuck bout what it is
Fuck bout what it is
Give a fuck bout what it is bitch

Yeah my mama raised a demon
Yeah my mama raised a demon
Yeah my mama raised a demon
Yeah my mama raised a demon

My life ain't worth savin aye
Rollin up wit Satan aye
I don't hold shit sacred aye
My soul feelin vacant aye
I ain't got much life to take
I still sleep inside a grave
Get some drugs that make me shake
Pop some more like everyday
My life ain't worth savin aye
Rollin up wit Satan aye
I don't hold shit sacred aye
My soul feelin vacant aye

IDONTWANNAWAKEUP (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
It's that demon from the Green
Witches pull up trynna tempt me
I see leeches when I dream
There ain't nothing y'all could tell me
Boy it's 2023
How y'all smoking on some Reggie?
Bitch I came up real quick
Motherfuckers wanna behead me

It's that king of all the ash
I don't think about my past
Lots of rapper want my cash
But everything they do is ass
I'll be smoking on some hash
Leaving bodies in my path
I got fiends that shaped my craft
Boy my shit like monster mash

Hara Kiri on the banner
Cut their stomach, kill em slowly
Scanner darkly, hiding hammers
Chop the swish up like I'm Kobe
Like Montana with my banter
Bitch I really feel like Tony
Pumping mana, smoking cana
In your bitches macaroni

Grassman
Fucking Grassman
I'm in the trees smoking strands
Like the fucking Grassman
Holly back up in this bitch
I'm rolling blunts of headband
Take my top off, I'm a Lich
Check the fucking back hand
All you pussies want the kicks
Till I lace, not talking vans

Bitch I sterilized my paradise
It ended up a mound
I been vilified and demonized
I broke down to a sound
Till I feel the tides, I'll terrorize
The missing in your town
Fill a telluride with tanerite
And drive it through your house

It's that beaner from the woods
Hollow steady raised by hicks
In a tundra full of goods
I could roll or shoot or sniff
I been smoking backwoods
I already said that shit
I'd just murder if I could
I don't care about a list
Hoe

GRASSMAN (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Aye I took a body from the graveyard
And left it at a state park
Pity how I shame y’all
Why you think I stay hard?
I’m in Castlevania
Like I’m fucking Alucard
Hollow smoke a half a cart
Have em meet me after dark

Damn boy
What the fuck you want me to do bitch?
This all I do motherfucker
Step up bitch
Get on my level hoe
Fuck you talking bout pussy?
Get the fuck out my face bitch
You ain’t bout that shit boy

Holy water on your bitch
Have her sipping on my spit
Y’all can’t fit inside my kicks
Size 13 I step it splits
Holy water on your bitch
Have her sipping on my spit
Y’all can’t fit inside my kicks
Size 13 I step it splits

Bitch I swear it ain’t bizarre
I disembowel em with a car
Like that bitch in Devils Reject’s
While she wear the face I carve
I been slacking with the bars
That’s why I had to bring it hard
Like that Glock that’s on my dick
I rush in quick, and leave em scarred
Shit

Or better yet dead
When I pull up don’t switch
Said I only want her head
Now there’s maggots on my dick
Holy fuck I’m too sick
Had to pop like 2 sticks
Wash it down 2 swigs
Another body, who dis?
Motherfucker who did?
All this horrorcore shit?
Making hella dark hits?
Over grungy garbage?
That was hOllOw too bitch
Since the 2-0–1-6
I been doing all this
To just stain my carpet

Had to learn my own mix
Had to learn my own tricks
Ain’t nobody try to help
Had to grind my own shit
Had to buy my own risks
Had to chop my own vids
Ain’t nobody trynna miss?
But ain’t no friends at my events hoe

Except my boys
Y’all know I love you
That Skill Syrup
That HKK
I love you
It’s us against the world baby
You already know it
Man fuck these fools boy
Grrrrrrrrah

I fear all my thoughts
I can’t keep my composure
I’ll stay here and rot
And the waves will flow over
There’s nothing to stop
I been pulling it closer
I hate how I feel
As I stare at my posters
I fear all my thoughts
I can’t keep my composure
I’ll stay here and rot
And the waves will flow over
There’s nothing to stop
I been pulling it closer
I hate how I feel
As I stare at my posters

ALUCARD (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

(Gash stop cutting)
(Skill Syrup)

D-D-Demons in my head
Hard to let them out
Million more mistakes
Keep on rolling

I got shit up on my mind that I can’t even think about 
Made a million more mistakes so I just keep on rolling loud
Got them demons in my head and it’s not hard to let them out
But if I do then that’s my soul cause I won’t ever live it down

I can’t see, I don’t speak
I don’t bleed, I just leak
Don’t have dreams, I don’t sleep
I just lay awake and scream
Can’t relate, I’m too bleak
Still in pain as I creep
Slice my wrist, my prayers delete
A few more drips then I’m at peace

I need a million in a bag
Or man I swear to god I’ll kill myself
Nothing left to say bro
I need more of y’all to check my health
Call instead of tag
Bet my girl screaming as I type it out
Now all this shits a drag
It’s like I’m tied up to the fender now

I hit the gas
Skidding fast
Take that gravel, make a mask
Never last
Just get passed
Bitch I’m Havel, rocking black
Hollow stays as fucking ash
Till his skin’s a solid mass
Them dragon bones my shield and axe
I still got arrows in my back okay?

Aye aye
(Arrows in my back okay?)
Aye, I got, I got
(Arrows in my back okay?)
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got
I got ghosts in my decanter
It’s that sipping necromancer
Words, they eat at me like cancer
In my brain like bladed dancers
Mental image of me splattered
I just have to fight the laughter
Bitch I know that nothing matters
Now that life is moving faster aye

All my history
History? That’s my damn fault
I stay blackened out
Visibly, that’s my down fall
Just a tragedy seeking
Lil Cretan, damned all
It ain’t no mystical
Mystery who I’m down for

I’ve been broke down
Falling all apart baby
Soul found splintered up
And sprinkled out lately
I’m so cold now
Sparking up a dart, waiting
You keep my bones now
Just pick up all my parts baby

All I ever really wanted
Was a bitch that held me down
Like down to the earth
Until my soul escape the ground
Told my baby girl I’m haunted
I won’t ever make a sound
I know there ain’t that many like me
Most that are been filling mounds
Aye

HAVELTHEROCK (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Verse I: LIL HOLLYPOP
I be that pretty motherfucker
Rocking all black, mobbing
They can’t see me in the dark
Rolled up, cocked back, smiling
Thinking greedy giving back
I’m still in the hood like Robin
If you see me, mind your business
Cause I really might be robbing

Not like you bitches ever cared
Not like you bitches ever dared
I laid a tarp so don’t despair
About the bits of chunks and hair
I might’ve dipped but I’m still there
To laugh at mourning me through stares 
I pop a couple, chug a beer
Now I’m lost in a foggy clearing

I be walking through the mist
Thinking bout the shit I missed
Thinking bout my baby sis
Thinking how my girl be pissed
If I load and split my shit
She’d be alone to watch me stiff
Boy I hate that I can’t dip
I’m losing family with every sip
Hoe

Verse II: DEVOIDKINGMINCE
I’m in a castle losing subjects
Steady bleeding through my pen
Like that guillotine above me
Wanna drop and make it end
Leave my head inside a basket
Still be rapping till I’m dead
Got them maggots falling out
I feed my peasants more than bread

Yeah I be deep inside the coffin
Heavy rolling up in silk
Smoke a bag it got me coughing
Let me pass it to my ilk
I let my kin just take their offering
Hope I leave em feeling filled
I’ll make a will when I get off this
Got some more shit I could kill

I’ll lay it down on a track
Like I never wanna leave
I hate crowds, fuck a plaque
That ain’t where I feel my needs
I wanna take a 100 racks
And hand my mom a set of keys
If it turns me into ash
I’d do that shit like it’s a breeze hoe

ILAIDATARPSODONTDESPAIR (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Bitch I’m too elevated
I swear to god, I roll a blunt
And then disintegrate it
Y’all my Sons, I be a star
I’m out in orbit, spacing
It’s Hara Kiri bitch
We pull up gutted, all serrated
My draco talking for me bitch
It ain’t no conversation

Send him one, send him two
Get him traced up
Got my bong, got my tool
Got my dick sucked
Set no stun, making pools
When my phase bust
Your bitch fun, make her drool
When I face fuck

Put that tag up on my toe and then I’m out bitch
Where your bag? Where your flows? You ain’t bout shit
You ain’t tagged, you ain’t rode, get your house hit
I got hands, I got bros, get your mouth split

Bitch I got that 40 on me
Roll up and you dead
I ain’t feeling lonely homie
I just feel like death
Growing up my brothers told me
Aim it for their necks
I be that heavy hearted soldier Oni
Try to check my specs uh

Dripping in gothic, I’m picking your pocket
I stay with a rocket, I dare you to stop it
I’ll unplug your optics, from both of the sockets
My cellar all rotten, I drag em in, lock it
Y’all pussies I’m popping, on E when you dropping
Reload then I cock it, my dog get you walking
Get lined up with chalk in a minute for talking
The smoke got me coughing, I’m smoking your coffin

Hang a motherfucker let him drip inside a bucket
I be buried in the forest, take a shovel then I tuck it
Pulling dirt up out the ground, I take a step and then I chuck it
I be tangled up and cutting, tell your bitch I bet she’ll love it
Check my vitals when she rush in, I can tell you when I’m busting
Got a tarp lay for gushing, cutting body parts to dozens
Grab the drugs and get to flushing, gotta strain it with my cousin
Bitch I pull up like No Russian, bet your homies get to running

Hollow getting paid for shows
Still caught up in the chains below
Wrote a million fucking flows
Like all that shit is nothing bro
Hold me back, I’ll take your souls
They hope I fucking overdose
I do too, while still engrossed
In every fucking sin I chose

ITHURTSWHENIP (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

Life ain’t getting better
So I roll another blunt
Jumping through the window
Bitch I’m coming through the front
Bag full of butter
Bitch I’m smoking while they cut
Hundreds in my cash app
Had to grind it out the mud

Hearse swag, dripping
When I’m laying in the grave
I got two flags waving
Both are ashen, colored grey
Bitch you know I’m out here pimping
Please refrain touching mane
See ya boy, I’m out here whipping
Brought that blokka blokka bang

I just pour in the cup
I got holes in my guts
I got hoes I can’t trust
And my thoughts still break me up
I been froze, looking stuck
Fuck my foes, lick my nuts
I just rose like I’m Tut
But my gold gon fucking rust aye

Light jacket made of maggots
Like I know it’s getting cold
White velvet motherfucker
Looking like November snow
I been posted in the plunder
Guarding riches till I’m bones
If y’all want to see a dragon
Raise my skull above the throne aight?

NOVEMBERSNOW (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up

Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit

Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack

Pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap

hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs

Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm

Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye

GOTTABLAST (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

PRESAVE THIS HOE
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/killhollowxskillsyrup/pyrohades-2

Who hopped what?
I been here since a jit
Came in the game
Like I’m stuck with the kid
Bags in the gain
Every dub with a twist
So I cop me an ounce
Then I’m cool for a bit

I can dream of what I want
And I got miles I could drift
Fucking up my organs
When I’m pouring up a fifth
Resurrected heartless
When I woke up in a pit
Now I just sit around in darkness
When I’m making every hit

And I float like the beat’s my water
Y’all know I’m a beast, no starter
Still broke from the streets, I’m caught up
Still alone from defeats I’m part of
Just grease underneath where you park up
That fiend with a beam and a toss up
At peace with the meat and the saw dust
I creep on the feat, make it all rust

I got demons in my head
I couldn’t stop it if they let me
I’m feeling so much dread
That weight up on my back is heavy
I’m keeping up ahead
But if I turn I’ll swerve, it’s deadly
The whispers that I’m fed
Say that I’ve made my bed, I’m ready

Hollow got that motherfucking blade
Through his chest
Leaned back
Flowing puss
From the Gash in my neck
New cash
Finna cut
Bouta slash through your set
Got that Limgrave in my mud
Looking back from my death
Hoe

Bro I bet you in that fog
Y’all know nothing bout me
Known to carve a fucking skull
And then I drop it in some bleach
Got a witch I paint with blood
And she just asked bout round 3
I’ll be smoking on this shrub
And ctrl alt when I delete

I know you motherfuckers hate me
Think that’s what I need to function
Send me back to Hades
Like I didn’t grab something
Calling up your bitch 
I need to ask about that suction
I’m buried in the back
You’ll catch her digging up my coffin

PYROHADES (Prod. by SKILL SYRUP)

Holly just pulled up and I’m smoking
Bitch I roll blunts up when I’m posted
4g runtz I grind it up, roasting
Smoking on bag of bag of that potion
Bitch I got 40oz I’m pouring
What you know bout the peeps that I’m mourning?
Keeping that Glock for peace but not folding
Holly done lost a piece of that dome mane

Aye yuh
Holly don’t stop
Walk in your place and I leave with a lot
Ski mask erase if I’m there, cause I’m not
Just gimme my space when you see me or pop
I’d get the fuck out of my face or get shot
Creep in the back, you won’t hear me go knock
Empty the strap and it wake up your block
I go home then I shower and wash off the rot aye aye

Aye I got that baggage
Baby girl you trynna smoke some?
We connect like magnets
If you in my space, you will come
Focused on my habits
Stuck inside my brain until dusk
Memories are like maggots
When I’m dead that’s what I’ll become

Aye
Frozen in time
Chains in my skin and a glint in my eyes
Emerge from the earth, I’ll be covered in flies
I don’t care what they say I don’t think of replies
Grounded from birth like I fell from the sky
Heretic speak with a lessen on life
I can sense if you’re weak, I don’t care for your lies
I’m disrupting proportions, disfiguring lines

If I’m on tracks, I’m immortal
I do not think that that’s normal
Circles of salt around my portals
To keep me back from the horrors
I’m stuck in awe from the borders
I’ve crossed to get to this torture
I’m tangled up with no order
Just chaos flooding my mortar
Okay

BAGGAGE (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Eating ether with my spine
Bitch I need a double cup
Demons crawling out my mind
It took me years to sober up
I done died a hundred times
In spite, to show your God just sucks
I’ma live a thousand lives
And all I’ll do is fuck them up

Hollow on that jumper shit
I dump a clip and fucking dip
Tell my opps to suck a dick
It’s hollow bitch I murder shit
I creep and cut, I gut a pig
Don’t know where his organs is
Find a couple bloated limbs
Then kill his kids, that’s bacon bits

Aye it’s dark all the time
I don’t wanna see the light
So when hollow go to slide
Kill your bitch and cause a fright
And it happens every night
I’ve been trynna make it right
Got some demons that abide
Fuck a fight, I’ll take your life

Hollow want that hemoglob
He cut himself but he don’t know
He creep inside that funeral home
And snatch your bod if we alone
He see inside a DI clone
The reason why I feed? I don’t
I be alive but soon I won’t
There’s reasons why I keep a tome

Bitch I’m smoking backwoods
Creeping out the lumber
Still just trynna slumber
I wake up and that’s a bummer
It’s like only when my cash good
Can I awake and come up
Know that I’ll be where you been
Like the winter meet the summer

ITSDARKALLTHETIME (Prod. SKILL SYRUP X $UU)

WHEREAMIWHOSBLOODISTHIS (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

PRESAVE LINK BELOW
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/killhollowxskillsyrup/10tails

I got that rope around my neck
Hollow hates and don’t respect
All you pussies trynna flex
I leave em dead and end the set
What I do is not up next
Unless they sentence me to death
I came from baggage on the steps
I’m switching builds like I respeced

Ayo all my shit is hot like it’s Curry
Ain’t no Denzel
Holly full of fury, feeling buried
Got them black nails
Tripping off a Larry, still detailing
How my track fails
I’m so fucking fly, I’m in the sky
And dropping chem trails

Running from my past bails
Bleeding from the cash sales
Sleeping in my rope
Until I’m falling through the track scales
Floating, with them 10 sails
Send you to the 10th Hell
Creeping through your village
Tell your clan I got like 10 tails

Ayo I ain’t on the road dawg
I’m sleeping in the stu
Boy I check em like it’s roll call
And who the fuck are you?
Aye this shit how I cope dawg
I’m smoking blunts with $uu
I can’t aim it down the scope dawg
I’m aiming it obtuse

Make em clean up all the juice
I split my head inside the booth
I got that Syrup in my slushy
Bitch I’m sipping, that’s the truth
I keep my guard, got nothing to prove
I’m steady tripping off a scoop
I smoke your dawgs and call it scoob
There’s psilocybin in my soup
Aye

10TAILS (Prod. by SKILL SYRUP x $UU)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLOW

Verse I: KILLHOLLOW

Hair down in the Stu bitch
I really feel like Bones
Put a round in that fools lip
And fucking send him home
I’ll be bound in a pool pit
Of flesh and fucking bone
Let me drown in the gruel bitch
I’m leaking from the dome

Heard me creeping from the moans
Switching time up with the tones
Had to write a couple tomes
To get my brains up off the stone
Bitch I’m barely fucking grown
Been through more than all you know
Slipping deeper than before
I’m bouta pop that fucking 4

5 rounds in the clip
Face down in a fifth
Stomp ground in the pit
Wrists bound, leaking slit
Holly loud in the tint
Smoking pounds of a scent
Till I drown in my piss
Rot found, take some pics

I’ll be killing motherfuckers
Till I’m laid inside a casket
I’ll be climbing up your walls
See my spine out, bending backwards
Peel your face off with my claws
Musculatory System fashion
I’ll just dislocate my jaw
Now lift the maw and face the chasm
Motherfucker

Verse II: LORD GASP

One of a kind
Now let me collide
Be one with my animus
My chemical lineage
Holding the mine
The gold of a conoisseur
My ventricle pounding, venomous fluid
There’s something in my brain
Overthinking till i’m ruined
A blessing disguised as a pain

If I get a grammy ima fuck my bitch with the statuette
Why the scene had to turn corn this quick, had to evacuate
by the neck, I hold the leash 
I’m the shepherd 
And I’m the sheep of my own grief
I had to pull till it severs

I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em
I got the serum
I got that green gravy
I reanimate em
Gargle on venom
Leave em with bad rabbies
Lemme elevate em

IREALLYFEELLIKEBONES Ft. LORD GASP (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

I don’t like you bitches
I know you don’t like me
Slide out the crib with a clip
Know it’s frightening
Go ask your bitch bro
I bet you that she like me
Hollow stay surrounded
Till he blows his brains, it’s likely

I’ll get you buried with your team
Stacked on top like y’all gon cuddle
It’s that terrorist they shuffle
Bitch I came up out the rubble
Y’all know hollow tend to cream
When I see them leaking puddles
Keep it G between 2 cutters
Ima fiend, got no rebuttal aye

Talking you a pussy
On some fuck shit, aim that
Looking for your head
When I cut shit, (REDACTED)
Put on BestGore
that’s a dub shit, save that
Motherfuckers ducking
When I bust, don’t say that

In hell with them angels
I-I-I don’t need a halo
Boy I heard that you was talking
Bout how all I sip is draino 
Drenched in their blood
Like I still don’t need a raincoat
Tell them Holly doesn’t speak
Unless their filling up my bankroll

It’s that elven fucking battle mage
Straight up out the dragon age
Ran up just to dig your grave
I’d say you got 11 days
You can try to run away
Until I come and take your legs
Carve your skin I wear your face
And rev this chainsaw in your brains

Gothic boy? He hot? Shit
Dripping in her panties
Got it boy? You not shit
Dip and pop some xannies
Crush a void, and then straw snip
Mucous taste like candy
Can’t avoid the truth I spit
My mind is feeling empty

DRA(I)NO (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

KILLLAGOOP Ft. KirbLaGoop (Prod. by GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

(Gash, stop cutting…)

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

Bitch I grew up with them robbers
No knocking when we came
Hoe I’ll pull up to your mamas
And light that bitch aflame
Raised by snakes I’m like a mamba
There’s venom in my fangs
Drip untamed, blow my brains
Straining chunks into the drain

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

Y’all don’t get no money
So I know you boys just hating
Till I line they asses up
Wetting shirts up on the pavement
Bitch I fly to your hood
Just to have a damn vacation
Trynna act all fucking hard
Aye lil g I’m really Satan

Pull out their organs and put em on hooks
Wearing my skin, they ain’t stealing my looks
I give nothing to no one, I sit here with kush
Holly burning apartments, got souls that I took
I was raised by a felon, I’ll end up a crook
Hope my pops feeling proud when he see me get booked
I been talking bout shows, not a shiv leave em shook
On a slab, in a lab, on their back, getting cooked

Bitch I send em to the garden, I ain’t ever talking Eden
Got a sawed off in my trunk and ima leave em all in pieces
Holly throw em in the dirt and they get covered up with feces
My disorder, y’all have seen it, got me sorting out a meaning
For my mental when I’m fiending, as a kid I took a beating
Now I’m older with a beam and I would rather keep it steaming
Got a team and I ain’t leading, I can’t keep out all the demons
In my brain I hear the screaming, trynna write out what I’m dreaming

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

ROCKS (Prod. GA$H A$HEN)

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