A Night In Tha City Of The Dead (NOTHING FEEL$ REAL)

Mind Blowin (The Hungarian $uicide $ong)

Hydroxyzine (HYDROCHLORIDE)

The Woman In Black (When I Have Nightmares Their As Real As Gravity)

Help (I Can't Control My Anger) [prod. CannonTooCold]

Just so YK this song might get me sued in future 
ps: I'm sorry

Better Off Dead (MY GUT FEELINGS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT) [Prod. Lankybeats]

I know this isn't up to par with most of my stuff but bare with me guys listen to the whole album - CORVU$

Decomposing Before Daylight (Nightmares Are Like A Light) [Prod. NetuH]

This is me rapping from the perspective of The Postal Dude from the Postal Games tons of references to the Games throughout the song I haven't done a death rap song in a while so excuse my shitty vocals.

Gone Postal (This Is Your Fault)

LEANIN (MY HEAD WANT$ YOU DEAD, BUT I LOVE YOU TO DEATH) [Feat. ARETEE]

Go listen to $carecrow 

https://soundcloud.com/scarecrow404?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0&si=158a44f16c894e09930fea41b2d1f714&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

A Walking Corpse (Prod $CARECROW)

Adam's Advice (Interlude)

Cover - Budd Dywer suicide video 

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Mentally drained, feeling dead from the feelings of dread and terror feeling more split than ever. Split in the head make me more empty bitch I said.
I dare her to find another cunt the more psycho the rarer. While I rap about how I'll get her back, No literally get her back. Slice it and rip it open, then start hoping I go hell with a stack of ammo and a rack u cunt. I might quit it but I can't be bothered with it, fuck it. I'm not joking about hoping I go to hell. If you can't tell that was a sick joke aswell. My minds a paradoxical hell. Where I'm in a room, Self contradicting myself in a cell. I don't know what the fucks wrong with my brain. Hoping I go into a tomb before Belle finds out I'm going insane in my brain I need help to end this shame.

Verse 2:
No mercy for anyone talking down on me. While my mentals in jail, these thoughts are on my tail, while I don't feel real. I look pale as shit but I ain't gonna quit. I'll just take my time, While not doing shit write all these rhymes in a line a one time and CORVU$ will shit on the blind rappers, fucking faggot, trappers and cappers. Fuck the lyrical miracle rap and trap. This is the outlet for my messed up brain to attack all the faggots I can't keep sane around, So I'll keep writing weird shit down, Till I get somewhere where atleast I can't frown. So I'll rap whatever comes to my mind whenever, I have a fucked up thought with no remorse. I won't look down or back at the retards that doubt me infact. I kill em with the vemon and I spit like fire. So I don't have to spit 100 syllables per second to lyrical liar, grab a tire, get a knife and I buyer (buy her). Dare you to cut a hole in your tire, slit ya wrists and light ya house on fire. I feel like terrifier on this beat. So I'll chop ya head off with the mic. To complete a quick fire round of gory thoughts and the sound of a switch flipping loud. Tripping like when I hallucinate in the dark while spitting. I be spitting everything I've written I be hitting this vemon and fire outta of my head I don't wanna be like this.

I WANNA BE DEAD!!!!!

100 THOUGHT$ (REMASTERED)

LONG TERM EFFECT$ OF LONELINE$$

WA$TE AWAY (I HATE MY$ELF) [Feat. ARE TEE]

WE ARE NOBODIE$ (FUCK YOU FAGGOT)

freedom of speech

Lyrics: 
EXITIN LIFE DAY BY DAY I DONT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE I'M NOT OKAY IN THE HEAD. SHOULD I BE DEAD OR KILL EM WITH THE VEMON AND FIRE AND PUT THE BULLET IN MY HEAD MAKE SURE IM DEAD THEN CHOP OFF MY FEET INSTEAD RAPE MY EX IN MY BED FUCKIN LIGHT MYSELF ON FIRE FRONT FLIP OUT A WINDOW INFRONT OF A CHOIR.

I'M DEAD SO JUST PUT THE BULLET IN MY HEAD. EXITING DAY BY DAY IM OKAY JUST PUT THE BULLET INSTEAD. FUCKIN NOTHING TO PROVE 4 RIBS OUTTA MY HEAD. I FUCKIN STAB MYSELF TILL I'M DEAD. 

ANARCHISM TO OBTAIN!

FUCK YOUR MONARCH!

FUCK YOUR FAME!

YOU FAGGOT IN PAIN!

EXITIN' LIFE (FUCK YOUR MONARCH) [Prod. $CARECROW]

Incinerate (Instrumental)

Incinerate (THIS IS ULTRA-VIOLENCE AT IT'S VILEST)

Prod. The Postal Dude 

(Just listen to me)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm grotesque when I rap stab you to death, make sure your spleen is left hanging out, with your brains swinging about. like I don't give a fuck, cos I seriously don't. Say you could do better. Just write a suicide letter, Budd Dywer, Medusa met her. Stone you to death centre of my sight. No point hiding hatred right? Is humanity when or ever? The answer is never, This race of retards is better off dead in the dirt worthless. You heard what I said since I was a preteen. I didn't know what it felt to be dead inside, behind the eyes. Told lies by faggot fucks who think this world has problems (fuck). Instead of tryna solve em. I'm no better but let explain myself to elaborate on my lobot-omy of society. So I can get my point across less violently. This world's filled with people that lie to me and say you care. But when it comes to talking you just brush it off and act like shit ain't wrong. In my case you call me a sicko, wrong in the head, mental case. Which makes me freeze in place. Question why I have feelings in the first place, But If I think about it wouldn't even be the worst case. The worst case would be if I end up in a hearse I know I could say worse (fuck it).

Verse 2:
But back to rapping about this life is a waste if you don't have long term goals in place. Like yall be saying I'm shit but no one starts like Em in the first place. Rap is a test of patience, perseverance and howning your skill to make this into a dream and I'm no where near there, like you have to be a feind to write songs with purpose. Writing what you think about works-ish. Atleast that's what I did. any thought I'd write it as a way to cope and stay calm getting shit talked to about writing em's lyrics despite it helping me become a rapper too. while worthless faggots who talked shit who barely enjoyed the genre. I shoulda eaten them damher style yes I know these lyrics are vile but it's what I think of in a day. So if I go to hell I know satan is gay and a faggot anyway. So imma flip dis shit flip it and break stuff like limp bizcut. Risk it all for peeps to hear me out, screaming no amount will do to help you but screw dis, cos imma prove this shit in my head even if I end up dead. that imma change something and help someone live. Like others did for me through dread. Feeling like a fuck up is part of the process of vocalising what can't be said.

VERSE 3:
So Fuck Feeling Dead, Fuck This World, Fuck Anxiety that's killing people silently. Cos I think of everything ending violently in my head in my dreams. Insomnia SCREAMS to death my mind is in shambles and anytime I wanna speak my mind rambles  till people get bored, too annoyed, I get ignored my thoughts scramble like eggs. Wait till my brains hit the wall...

I DONT WANNA BE ALIVE AT ALL!!!!!

Skull hits the wall at mach 1, Maybe if Hails would kill me it would be fun, but not at this point. At this point. I'll ask her for joint, slit my neck to point. Grab the tec 9 and ask God to check my mind and make it clear, But what the fuck is the point

OF BEING HERE!!!! (AHHHHHHHHHHHHH) anymore....

I don't care anymore I'm fuckin worthless, hurtless I'm making this hurt less, but I don't give a fuck I'll hurt everyone around me. I don't fuckin care but what's the point of 

BEING ALIVE ANYMORE!!!!!

$uicide Note (THIS IS ME BEING BRUTALLY HONEST)

Prod. The Postal Dude

Sample: Fuck You To The Track - Necro 
From album I Need Drugs (2000)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm grotesque when I rap stab you to death, make sure your spleen is left hanging out, with your brains swinging about. like I don't give a fuck, cos I seriously don't. Say you could do better. Just write a suicide letter, Budd Dywer, Medusa met her. Stone you to death centre of my sight. No point hiding hatred right? Is humanity when or ever? The answer is never, This race of retards is better off dead in the dirt worthless. You heard what I said since I was a preteen. I didn't know what it felt to be dead inside, behind the eyes. Told lies by faggot fucks who think this world has problems (fuck). Instead of tryna solve em. I'm no better but let explain myself to elaborate on my lobot-omy of society. So I can get my point across less violently. This world's filled with people that lie to me and say you care. But when it comes to talking you just brush it off and act like shit ain't wrong. In my case you call me a sicko, wrong in the head, mental case. Which makes me freeze in place. Question why I have feelings in the first place, But If I think about it wouldn't even be the worst case. The worst case would be if I end up in a hearse I know I could say worse (fuck it).

Verse 2:
But back to rapping about this life is a waste if you don't have long term goals in place. Like yall be saying I'm shit but no one starts like Em in the first place. Rap is a test of patience, perseverance and howning your skill to make this into a dream and I'm no where near there, like you have to be a feind to write songs with purpose. Writing what you think about works-ish. Atleast that's what I did. any thought I'd write it as a way to cope and stay calm getting shit talked to about writing em's lyrics despite it helping me become a rapper too. while worthless faggots who talked shit who barely enjoyed the genre. I shoulda eaten them damher style yes I know these lyrics are vile but it's what I think of in a day. So if I go to hell I know satan is gay and a faggot anyway. So imma flip dis shit flip it and break stuff like limp bizcut. Risk it all for peeps to hear me out, screaming no amount will do to help you but screw dis, cos imma prove this shit in my head even if I end up dead. that imma change something and help someone live. Like others did for me through dread. Feeling like a fuck up is part of the process of vocalising what can't be said.

VERSE 3:
So Fuck Feeling Dead, Fuck This World, Fuck Anxiety that's killing people silently. Cos I think of everything ending violently in my head in my dreams. Insomnia SCREAMS to death my mind is in shambles and anytime I wanna speak my mind rambles  till people get bored, too annoyed, I get ignored my thoughts scramble like eggs. Wait till my brains hit the wall...

I DONT WANNA BE ALIVE AT ALL!!!!!

Skull hits the wall at mach 1, Maybe if Hails would kill me it would be fun, but not at this point. At this point. I'll ask her for joint, slit my neck to point. Grab the tec 9 and ask God to check my mind and make it clear, But what the fuck is the point

OF BEING HERE!!!! (AHHHHHHHHHHHHH) anymore....

I don't care anymore I'm fuckin worthless, hurtless I'm making this hurt less, but I don't give a fuck I'll hurt everyone around me. I don't fuckin care but what's the point of 

BEING ALIVE ANYMORE!!!!!

$uicide Note (Instrumental)

PART OF PHANTØM CLIQ 

CORVU$' music is about the effects of anxiety, brain switches and mood swings and hopes to get his thoughts and bottled up hatred and anger out through his music.

"I make music for Gore-Porn addicts and people struggling with anxiety, cos I used to be a gore addict, but I still and probably will always struggle with my anxiety. But this is what it did to me and that I know and I get that this shit is hard to get through but it aint impossible"

"Intrusive and Dark thoughts are a state of mind that your brain creates to dissociate and step back and think about ur situation and they may be scary but they are there to tell you that if something doesn't change then its how u MIGHT end up"

"My music ain't for everyone but if at least someone relates to my thoughts in my lyrics then even if it's 1 person and it helps them then that's what I'll keep doing. Cos I can't be the only person who feels like this and is thinking this."

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CORVU$ THA CANNIBAL

Producer Name:
The Postal Dude

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