Sinizter & Ouija Macc-TONGUE SNATCHAZ (prod. Devereauxx & DJ Chunk)

Lyrics:
I’m Jason Voorhees baby straight up outta Crystal Lake
If I don’t know you get the fuck up out fuckin’ face
He talkin’ shit about the hatchet I shoot up the place
Get the bag with Nike’s on lil bitch I Chase the bank

Bounce, bounce, bounce back ‘bout to blow it up
Count, count, count the cash I count it up
Bounce, bounce, bounce back ‘bout to blow it up
Count, count, count the cash I count it up

Sinizter:
Booties bouncin’, know my shawty got the thickest
Keep my haters mad the way I stand on business
I’m Agent 47, now they on the hit list
Gimme your new shit but I put that on the skip list

What the fuck you want from me mothafucka wanna press up but I shut shit down
Fuckin’ with the Wicked Clowns duct on yo mouth you don’t make no sound
Shoot ‘em with a hundred rounds and my hatchet get to choppin’ ima cut them down
Tell my enemies Sinny's in town, and my choppa on deck I’m ‘bout to get that crown

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BOUNCE! (prod. MTM)

Lyrics:
Sinizter:
I’m the reaper fuck a scythe I got my hatchet mane
I stay lowkey, I’m on the creep, I’m always peepin’ game
That’s why I stay away from all these mothafuckin’ lames
Sinny, Ouija kickin’ ass and bitch we takin’ names

Bridge:
I’m turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’ hustle day and night
That’s why I cannot text yo bitch and she get no reply

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-ON DA CREEP (prod. MTM & Morris)

Lyrics:
Ouija:

Sinizter:
Double X’s on my hands they know what time it is
I won’t ever be a slave to bullshit
And fuck a liar bitch I see right through the bullshit
I’m off the leash and bitin’ like a bull pit

Gimme the bag, run to the bank, ain’t nobody catchin’ me
All of you wack, puttin’ me to sleep, ain’t nobody passin’ me
Das yo bitch, you gettin’ cucked, she wanna suck on me
Too much pride, I hit deny, that bitch is trash to me

I got that sawed off for my demons if they callin’ me
My past will not define the man that I’m supposed to be
But I got my mask on everyday to hide the real me
Never asked to be a killer but don’t go pushing me

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-DRUGHOUSE (prod. Zyller & Esthetic Gloom)

Lyrics:
Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter:
Straight up out the cryogenic chamber
Big muscle what I got I put in labor
Swing swords like I’m Vader with the saber
And I one, two punch him with fader

If you want it put in work and stop the bitchin’
Give a fuck what they say don’t need permission
Filet these fuckin’ rappers that’s my mission
Subtract another life just like division

Caught another body by the lake
So I’m callin’ up Ouija he awake
Tell him a lot is at stake so I wanna make sure that the stories corroborate

Givin’ up my soul to the game
Made a deal with the devil spit flame
Aiming for success fuck the fame
That’s a byproduct of the game

Throw another body in that fuckin’ lake
Tell my story realize we not the same
Become immortal when I record all this pain
No more shame lil bitch I be up on my way

Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BODIES IN THE LAKE (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

Lyrics:
They think they know who I am
All they know is I love to kill
Face down, dead on the ground
Find me before another is found

I come alive in the darkness
Left murdered and nameless
Dead unburied and rotten
Half eaten by insects

She was so beautiful
I had to kill her

Tied her up
And taped her mouth shut
Couldn't scream
Raped violently
Rope tight
Around her throat
Her body twitches
As she chokes

Strangulation caused her death
Just like all the others
Raped before and after death
Stripped, naked, tortured

STRIPPED, RAPED & STRANGLED (Cannibal Corpse Cover)

Produced by Harry Tadayon
Mixed & Mastered by Nico Beninato

Lyrics:

Sinizter:
Eat my flesh and drink my blood you are damned
Fuck, you up and spread you out
Long have I waited for this moment to feed on—
You, my darling bride of death

It’s the smell of the hair on their corpses
That possesses me and becomes my obsession
I can’t hide anymore from my instincts
Such a sinful lust, necrophilic

Sinizter & PeelingFlesh-POSTMORTEM ANOMALIES

Produced by Harry Tadayon
Mixed & Mastered by Nico Beninato
DJ Scratches by DJ Chunk

Lyrics:

Left to die here
I am forsaken 
Left behind
Withering away to dust
Atonement rejected
No mercy given

Agony, eternal pain
Break me from chains of bondage
Break me out
Break me out

There is no forgiveness here
I am left behind (left)
I am left behind (right)
Banished to where angels die
There is no more light

Crushed by
Crushed by the—
Crushed by the tide of Genesis

Crushed by
Crushed by the—
Crushed by the tide of Genesis

Left to die here
I am forsaken 
Left behind
Withering away to dust
Atonement rejected
No mercy given

Severed from the vessel death is liberation
No more evolution only degradation
Buried in the ashes of the foundations
Incinerated bodies lake of cremation

Can I find salvation beyond this domain
Maybe death will liberate my soul of pain

Stream

AGONY, ETERNAL

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BRING DA VIOLENCE (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-DEAD BY DAYLIGHT (prod. Devereauxx & Riff Grimez)

Lyrics:
If you ain’t first you last, so fuck being nice I’m not that guy
Watch me through yo screen I do big things you whine and cry
I could be broke as shit still pull these bitches I don’t try
Talk that talk all day and night but you ain’t lived that life

I’m chasin’ knowledge while they beefin’ we are not the same
This shit esoteric baby too deep for yo brain
Throwin’ dirt up on my name that’s they claim to fame
But Sinny be the final judgement put they ass to shame

So close to evil I can feel it baby cash is king
Put that crown on me I’m Leonidas, they concede
ADHD brain is crazy what the fuck you mean
HA HA laughin’ at you you a fuckin’ meme

They lookin’ at the fuckin’ greatest why they look confused
I ain’t got no time for bullshit who the fuck is you
Lost my mind a couple times so I got some loose screws
I’m fallin’ down I get back up I don’t make no excuse 

Spread my ashes in the quarry don’t forget my name
I stare at portrait frames of us before I light the flame
Lookin’ down that loaded barrel, 30 round bang
I’ll just suffer here in silence everday’s the same

Album Stream

NotThatGuy (prod. Netuh)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Big Sin I been a savage straight up out the womb
.30 cal, I Spitfire and rappers blowin’ fumes
I’m Tutankhamun out the tomb you boutta meet ya doom
Kick in doors, super soldier clearin’ out the room

Self righteous hatred coursin’ through my fuckin’ veins
We can’t collaborate, you trash and I discriminate
I’m Hannibal Lecter, cannibalize, that’s my philosophy
Ain’t takin’ votes, it’s no debate, ain’t no democracy

Been there done that peep the catalog
You do the fact checkin’ ain’t a thing I haven’t done
Your favorite rapper need a verse lil bitch I wrote him one
I’m second to none, bitch I’m the one, ain’t doin’ this shit for fun

Type-A, pure rage, I put that on display
Only way to keep me calm so stay the fuck away
Muthafucka you a busta, fuck you what you portray
12 gauge to ya brain bitch I’m inhumane

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

Verse 2:
Blood on my axe, I’m ready for action makin’ his brain go splat and—
Bitch I’m assassin, slappin’ the mag in, lyrical killin’ with passion
Split him like fraction, watch his reaction, think I might cause a distraction
Sociopathic, type it in captions, bitch I ain’t showin’ compassion

Ten thousand hours, bar for bar I do it in my sleep
Refined technique, I play for keeps I got that shit they need
I’m takin’ risks, what you wager, bitch I make that leap
Throwin’ punches in the air when Sinny on they screen

Your records floppin’, lookin’ sad and bitch I’m kickin’ ass
I pop more Nazi’s than the Russians back in Stalingrad
Weaponize the pen & pad lil bitch I’ll show you passion
Ain’t no actin’, bitch I’m flashin’, diamonds shinin’ past ‘em

Hook:
I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

I think I’ve had it up to here, the game is full of fakers
I keep it movin’ I ain’t phased bitch I don’t stop and wait up
You kissin’ ass and suckin’ dick bitch you sack chaser
Money-minded that’s the motive I’m a bag chaser

IHaveHadItUpToHere (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

 912DMANE  LYRICS : EMPATHY HAS LEFT THA CHAT GRAB MY CANONN LETTING LOOSE 
FUCK UR PEACE I PISTOL  WHIP I TAKE YA TEETH I COCK IT BACK  IM GONNA SQUEEZE
HELL IS GETTING HOTTER BY THE SECOND


ARAMAGEDDON I RECKON THAT IS THE PATH I AM HEADED
 
 HITTING ALL UP  IN MY WAY MY  STEEL DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE
BODY AFFTER BODY YEAH I COCKING BACK THIS BIG OL SHOTTY
VERMIN EPIDEMIC  JUST LIKE THANOS IMMA CLEAR IT
FUCK YOUR PLEAS I WILL NOT HEAR IT
CLOCK IS SET 89 DOOM IS LURKING
YEAH THE END IS NIGH 
GIMME VIOLENCE WITH A SIDE OF GENOCIDE
I HOPE THEY PRESS THE BIG RED BUTTON
RADIATION KEEP IT COMING
SCORCHING LAND YEAH SHITT AINT CHANGE
SPEECH CHECK FAILED WE GETTING VIOLENT
MINI NUKE RIGHT TO YA FACE
PLAYING GAMES FORGOT TO SAVE
SOUTH BOUND POSSE IN DIS BITCH
BLOWING UP LIKE PU94 WE BRING THA HEAT
OK!!!!
RAGE FITX2 I WANT YOU HOES TO SAY SHIT 
BLOODY UP YA FACE AYY I'M FUCKING UP THA STAGE
GET THAT BAT YEAH I'M TRIPPING IM FEELING JUST LIKE IM NEGAN
I SWING AN SWING  SWING AN I'M SWINGING I HIT A HOME RUN AN THEY FLEEING
FUCK A VASE
FUCK YO FACE
BREAKING THINGS
FILLED WITH RAGE
TUCK YA TAIL
RUNAWAY!!! 
YOU A BITCH!!!
LYRCIS  Lil' FT  :1 BITCH I WANNA SUICIDE, BITCH I WANNA GENOCIDE
 (YEAH) I’M ON MY TRIPPING SIDE, (YEAH) I’M GONNA SKIN YOUR HIDE
 (YEAH) I’M PULLING UP WITH GRACE (YEAH) I WON’T CATCH NO CASE
 (YEAH) THEY WANNA TAKE MY SPACE (YEAH) I WON’T GO DISPLACE
 BITCHES TRYNNA TALK SHIT BUT THEY WON’T RUN WITH HASTE
 COMPARED TO THE ALL THE OTHERS I WON’T REMEMBER WHAT I FACED
 (YEAH) I’LL MAKE YOUR LIFE ERASE (YEAH) YOUR LIFE WAS A WASTE
 IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY NOW YOUR CORPSE WILL GET DEFACED

RAGEFIT TOO Feat. LIL' FT [prod. CORPSESICKNESS]

I'm Back (Prod. BOSTON MG)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Gucci my feet when I walk in
ColdWorld on my body I’m flossin’
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain’t talkin’

I be on point like a sniper
Put two in his chest Ima line up
Your whore really want me I pipe her
Found out she can sing like a choir

Pretty boy swag, pretty boy swag
Pretty boy swag they can’t touch me
Bitch I came out the womb wit them good genes
Ima trigger a bitch like I’m Syd Sween

Wait, wait
Sippin’ too much I can’t see straight
Laid up wit your whore on the first date
Five Star service she fellate 

Suicide bomber I’m all
Put all of my opps in a coffin
I’m in your town in that foreign
Back that hole you gon’ crawl in

He don’t want beef like a vegan
Beam on the chop when I see him
30 round mag, 30 round mag
30 round mag it gon’ eat him

Bridge:
Keep dumpin’
30 mag go what?
30 mag go blaow!
Let’s go!

Verse 2:
Sunglasses at night I don’t need light
Tracer tip shells they gon’ take flight
Bark like a dog and I do bite
They not gon’ press me, I move right

Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world
Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world

I don’t got no friends I’m solo
Winter depression, I’m so low
Came home from the trenches I’m loco
Black & white world I see mono

‘Cause the Gucci my feet when I walk in
ColdWorld on my body I’m flossin’
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain’t talkin’

ColdWorld (prod. Plague)

Lyrics:
ColdWorld my body I’m froze
Bitch I’m fresh out the grave and I rose
Middle finger to all of my foes

If you gon’ hate on me I know you broke
On the IG makin’ them posts
“Rent is due, Rent is due”
Fire sale, everything go!
ColdWorld my body I’m froze
Bitch I’m fresh out the grave and I rose
Middle finger to all of my foes
Them hoes go crazy at my shows

If you gon’ hate on me I know you broke
On the IG makin’ them posts
“Rent is due, Rent is due”
Fire sale, everything go!

Bitch I’m turnin’ that nothin’ to somethin’
Just check out my story, no frontin’
Sinny gon’ get this bitch jumpin’
Just murdered a verse ain’t no punch-in

Never had a lot but I hustle
Till they bring me my cash in a duffle
Gymshark bitch I got big muscle
Bowflex on the chest and I crush ‘em

What the fuck they want, what the fuck they want from me
What the fuck they want, what the fuck they want from me

My choppa gon’ spray I don’t pray
AK make him do ballet
When I’m all up in the pussy I slay
Shorty gon’ eat the dick, buffet

I’m swingin’ that sword that shogun
Wolverine, they callin’ me Logan
Like Anakin bitch I’m chosen
I do not take no shit from no one

Coldworld my body I’m froze
Bitch I’m fresh out the grave and I rose
Middle finger to all of my foes
Them hoes go crazy at my shows

Album Steam

GymShark (prod. Plague & Hellsing)

Lyrics:

Hook:
Ghetto Blaster bumpin’ bitch I make it rain
Came in like I’m John Wick bitch I bring the pain
Fuck around and call me DYLAN bitch I’m spittin’ flame
Throwin’ bows like UFC I knock you out the frame

Fuck around and spend too much on some Gucci kicks
But I be flooded like a hurricane with all this drip
Peep the patchwork on jeans I got that custom shit
Black and white my shit is vintage lookin’ stupid crisp

Verse:
I keep a pussy hater mad because I run the show
‘All Eyez on Me’ like I was 2Pac they gon’ watch me blow
Bar for bar I came equipped lil bitch I got the flow
If I go Manny Pacquiao that fool gon’ hit the floor

Hit ‘em with the five, hit ‘em with the five, hit ‘em with the five five six
Bitch you ain’t shit, bitch you ain’t shit, bitch you ain’t shit I’m lit
Bringin’ that pain, bringin’ that pain, ima let the choppa spray
Stay in yo lane, stay in yo lane, ‘cause I be up in my domain

Hook:
Ghetto Blaster bumpin’ bitch I make it rain
Came in like I’m John Wick bitch I bring the pain
Fuck around and call me DYLAN bitch I’m spittin’ flame
Throwin’ bows like UFC I knock you out the frame

Fuck around and spend too much on some Gucci kicks
But I be flooded like a hurricane with all this drip
Peep the patchwork on jeans I got that custom shit
Black and white my shit is vintage lookin’ stupid crisp

NoveskeGhettoBlaster (prod. FLEXATELLI)

Lyrics:
Void inside my mind I keep it secret I don’t tell no one
Stay up on that surface level you might drown in my ocean
Lots of lore, the theologian’s cannot crack the code not close
Iced out drip I keep it cool but deep inside my heart is froze

Washed up on the shore is where I lay and then you picked me up
I can barely breathe, can barely see but you the solution
Vision finally clear no more confusion you my conclusion
Breathed new life into me like an angel where the fuck you from

Ain’t nobody like you in my life I’m glad you finally showed
Packed my bags and left when I met you we could not be alone
I been on this road so long alone thought I was losin’ hope
Mind was calloused heart corroded body full I might implode

Fuck this world but it gave me you guess I can’t be mad so I play the game
Ima keep you safe from the pain know you might’ve heard that but we not the same
I could lose everythang but if I keep you that’s the move that I need for change
Take a risk, take a chance and we did it now we in it mothafucka now we here to stay

Nanaimo'23 (prod. Zyller)

Lyrics:

Hook:
Vest up, murder rate increased yuh
Pockets deep now these whores they wanna eat yuh
She ain’t sweet, I know she for the streets yuh
Backseat (what we doin’?) I’m ‘bout to eat her

Bitch I do ‘em bad like Tyson ima bite they ear
I’m ’bout to put my mans on you, like a fuckin' queer
If I jump in you bite the curb, you need some new veneers
I push the limits, walk the line and make ‘em live in fear

Verse:
Killing spree, nobody safe and you might catch a stray
I got eyes and ears around reportin’ whatchu say
My fans got love for me so sorry bitch I’m here to stay 
I fuck the club up make ‘em bounce and make them booties shake

No Sabrina Carpenter but my Noveske sing
30 mag Bringin’ Da Noise but this is not *NSYNC
Demi Lovato in the ward bitch I’m on the brink
Parasocial, watchin’ me these hoes they got a kink

I stay blind to all the bullshit got my shades on
Like I’m Ray Charles blind to all the fake love
Ain’t that apparent, the radar bitch I stay off
Bitch I wake up brand new day I’m paid up

Lying to yourself, that’s the way you cope
I don’t wish you well, you a fuckin’ joke

Lying to yourself, that’s the way you cope
I don’t wish you well, you a fuckin’ joke

Hook:
Vest up, murder rate increased yuh
Pockets deep now these whores they wanna eat yuh
She ain’t sweet, I know she for the streets yuh
Backseat (what we doin’?) I’m ‘bout to eat her

Bitch I do ‘em bad like Tyson ima bite they ear
I’m ’bout to put my mans on you, like a fuckin’ queer
If I jump in you bite the curb, you need some new veneers
I push the limits, walk the line and make ‘em live in fear

VestUp (prod. Netuh)

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