official video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5gZxyATvXk&ab_channel=SWAMPHEAD

SWAMPHEAD : 
https://www.youtube.com/@SWAMPHEADMUSIC
https://soundcloud.com/swamphead
https://www.instagram.com/swamphaed/

Yung Oni : 
https://soundcloud.com/user-31364748-3639946
https://www.youtube.com/@yungxoni
https://www.instagram.com/yungxoni/

Yung Oni & SWAMPHEAD - SHEWANNAGET2KNOWME

New World Depression

Burgundy

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Ghostemane X Shakewell X Pouya X Erick The Architect - 

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Prod. by @damsunmtm

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Death By Dishonor

TOUR

Death By Dishonor (Prod. Mikey The Magician)

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her i loved her
Lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho
Bleedin' concrete
Snortin' oxys
Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now?
Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now?
Get hip
Get it now
I'm gone til november
Got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the cadillac
Seat slightly sat back
On my side i got my baghdad
Hotel hoppin'
Bombin' back back
Dynamite in the gucci napsack
Ruckus in the church
Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt
Buzzin' im loud
Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a benzo
Wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down all my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like no limit in '96
Stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6
Now i got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin' gospel
Kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

[VERSE III: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent
Lookin' like a car accident
Spilled my guts and i spilled my cup
Lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuck boy skull so i can sip in peace my g
Don't follow me cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds
No matchin' me
These bags of weed
Yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene no gasoline

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - HERE WE GO AGAIN

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

bitch i feel like tungsten
lungs itch from crumbling piff
a dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
i summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell
yeah, i got fungus growing in my stomach because i'm chugging wishes from the wishing well
watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams
you will never perfect them
smoking weed while i'm texting affections to your hoe named alexis
adding her to my collection
told her pull up to the 7th
i got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection
now the blunt's lit
she's a punk bitch
to my recollection, pussy like a dungeon
got me mumbling
now i'm flexing at the function
G*59 we run shit

[VERSE II: GERM]

ran up on 'em with the terror squad
i swear to god
up north, i'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe
my woes with me on that rambo flow
kick down the door
we don't knock
we send shots
touchdown
i got the pack
roll that sit back
no lack
trusty burner relax on my lap
i got yo bitch on my dick
audemaur wrist so slick
dripping all wet on my shit
i wish a nigga would come claim his bitch
i got flame for that shit
respect ain't shit
yall niggas ain't shit
this shit is sickening
never stopping, DN$ the limitless
running, ruling i need infinite
aw shit
roll my dope
bang hoes with my bros
roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke.

[VERSE III: $LICK $LOTH]

seven grams in the raw cone
fuck boy, it's my dick you can jump off
oh lord, i just popped me a xan bar
hold court when i ride with the pistol grip
talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average
bet sensei one stack if he smashed
woke up in the AM i heard that he passed it
migo and meth and lil germ hit her backwards
northside shawty got the 40 and the gaudy
purgatory is where i reside
east side of highway fifty nine
west side that m i crooked letter crooked letter i p p i
we don't see time
we don't decline, but we stay high
shadows under them street lights
keep hoes out of my sight
germ said he got that potent
ruby told meth to roll it
know we keep the best of green, so you know i'm smoking

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - OBEY THE WALRUS

https://G59RECORDS.COM

[VERSE I: SHAWTY BURN-A-CHURCH]

grey five nine signed
rough diamonds tryna shine
christ and i
$uicide
you know i'm diving head when crucified
lucifer cried when i told him i'm choosing to die
noose and a knife
but i ain't use the knife to loosen the noose 
keep it tight
abusin the truth that's a lie
fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon rob me blind
fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine
fuck boy better sink back in that fuckin spine
second guessin crime
7th ward where i snort a slug and cross the fucking line
yet another line inside the cup
another line you should look up
another line that shook you up
i signed the line for lucifer

[VERSE II: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

five nine til i'm dead
bitch i'm grey til the death
never gave a fuck bout dyin no
even when i was a jit
pop a jig
load the rig with that motherfuckin china white
fuck it if i die tonight
im gambling with my fuckin life
west bank/northside til the coffin ride
who am i?
i am god
i am basquiat
yung kurt cobain with the scarred veins
mentally derranged
hear the crows say my name?
i'm just wastin my time
i'm just wastin my breath
why can't i just die?
why can't i go next?
why we get no respect?
why i loved holding tecs?
xanax bar on my neck
i pop em
pop em til death
this ain't no motherfuckin trend
everyday feels like the end
feed me, feed me medicine
so i can't feel my sins

KILL YOURSELF Part XI: The Kingdom Come Saga

YOU'RE NOW TUNING IN TO 66.6 FM WITH DJ RAPTURE (THE HOTTEST HOUR OF THE EVENING)

FIRST SINGLE OFF THE KILL YOURSELF PART XX: THE INFINITY SAGA

[VERSE 1: LIL CHOPPA]

stay in the cut on the northside
hollowpoints
trigger fingers on my fucking .45
demons rising the crypt
i snort me a fat line
never gave a fuck
grew up out the mud
then i pop the trunk
grew up with the fucking robbers
always kept the mask on
motherfuckers gonna die if we take the mask off
$UICIDE how i ride bitch
$carecrow the walking shadow
Mozart with no piano
kill when i'm sleepy hollow
that mystic motherfucker that's addicted to prescriptions
xanax for the panic
mental problems you can add in
multi million owned business
you just signed a deal, bruh?
3 years passed
still broke?
and you ain't paid up
dollars i ain't touched yet
burn it for the fuck of it
infamous lunatic
you?
you just suck dick
cut throat with the deathwish
raised where the savage lives
straight out the death pit
to keep alive the triple six

[VERSE II: YUNG MUTT]

Ruby such a Misfit
Hollywood babylon can't resist it
Fuck a cop bitch
I'm ducking all these piglets
7th ward be my motherfucking district
Yeah I still got my motherfucking wrist slit
Bleeding like a pissed bitch
Scheming I'ma hit licks after licking hits of acid in her fucking split lips
Wig split just a fucking tidbit
Dick itch from ingesting pill bits
Blue bill sick of snorting powder
I'ma ditch this hunnid for 5 twentys
TSA keep testing my money
Now ima dip quick
Find me a thick bitch
Tit gripped
Tip gripped
Dick spit in her thick hips
Fuck
Fuck with me bitch I'm a-fucking-ddicted
And I don't really give a fuck what it is
Told you already that Ruby can't resist it
Big clip to my head watch that shit drip

I Wanna Die in New Orleans

FOR THE LAST TIME

Nightmare From The Northside

GRANDMA 1

I BEEN KILLING MYSELF
EVERYDAY
GO BUY SOME LIQUOR AND DRINK WIT MY NIGGAS
I SIP TIL THE END OF THE DAY

I BEEN KILLING MYSELF
EVERYDAY
I DON’T WANT NONE OF YOU NIGGAS TO HELP ME 
CUZ THIS IS THE GAME THAT WE PLAY

ONE CIGARETTE
TWO CIGARETTE
THREE CIGARETTE
FOUR CIGARETTE
MORE

BORED NIGGA JUST
POISON THE CHEST
TOYS IN A MESS
BOYS IN A NEST
FIRST HITTING THAT FLOOR
WHO?
YOU!

I COME WIT THE VENOM
RUN WITH THE DENIM (GENES)
DRUM ON A GUN WE DEFENDING 
ONE WE THE BETTER SON
KAIN WON WIT A BIT OF FUN
I DON’T SEE THE SUN
WHEN THE THUNDER COME I’M UNDER TEND TO PONDER
WHO DECIDE WHO LIVE AND DIE I WONDER?

ME!
I DON’T WANNA BE LIKE YOU
YEAH I SEE RIGHT THRU
ON THE BEAT THAT TRUE
NO LIE!

I DON’T WANNA FRONT AND BRING MY NIGGA THE PAIN
SOMETIMES WANNA PUT A BULLET INTO MY BRAIN
SOMETIMES WANNA PUT A BULLET INTO THE NIGGA THAT
WANNA PUT A BULLET INTO MY BRAIN

INSANE
GO BOTH WAYS LIKE A BI MAN
GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME
I TELL YOU TO TRY THEN
GOT A PROBLEM YOU CAN
DIE THE, DIE THEN, DIVE IN
SUICIDE IF YOU CAN’T SWIM
I KNOW THAT I BEEN UP ON THE RIM
GONNA JUMP OFF
PAPA ASKING WHERE HAVE I BEEN
TELL HIM “FUCK OFF”
TELL A NIGGA WHERE DOES IT
END?

GRANDMA 2

i got that (insert sound of pleasure)

if you on shrooms 
then you might not wanna have blood in your room
or violent tunes
or maybe it’s cool?
play metal you dudes
and females should stay out yo phone and yo emails
people is harder to look at you see melt
harder to talk when you don’t know the wordage
(i’m too high for this)
what is a word is?

high for to forage for berries to make into porridge

i don’t gotta touch you to know you very much
sure that i do have a butt too
mushrooms
it’s nice how we share that same feature
creatures
under bleachers
looking for a bird or peach or other fruit
don’t greet ya teachers 

ever expanding reality handing the answers 
to me infinite understanding 
shifting and moving
my lips and it’s soothing
to trip like you’re cruising 
i’m hit so i’m bruising
im blue and i’m black and i’m red on the backend

i got that shit
i got that shit lil nigga
how come my clip get bigger?
i just wan flip yo figure

i just wan make you smile
psilocybin get wild
soon as i’m “in” my tiles
start coming off of the floor
squeezing all my pimples 
crushing all of my pores

am i a man or am i a baby?
am i a man or am i a lady?
with a pussy so sweet 
wit a tushie get beat
i want to beat my meat 
repeat repeat

i got schedule one inside my head you bum
and when you dead you done
i shouldn’t have fed you none
but i’m a fun guy
take a little fungi
bumping Yin out the back of the hyundai

nigga we all gon die
and that’s okay
run up on him with a drug
hope that asshole pray
don’t like acid as much
don’t do that so great
i got a lotta in my pocket
will you pass or take

cuz mmmmm

i got that (insert sound of pleasure)

GRANDMA 3

(MY MOM SINGING WITH ME)
[AN INDIAN NURSERY RHYME FOR SMALL CHILDREN
ABOUT MAKING INDIAN SWEETS OR “LADDU” AND EATING THEM]

SWEET LIKE A LADDU
WALK AROUND TOWN 
YEAH I FEEL LIKE A SADHU
WHAT WOULD AMMA DO?
ACT LIKE A GURU
EATING MURUKKU
SAY THEY’LL PULL UP AND THEY’LL SHOOT YOU
TALKING POO POO
THU THU

YEAH YO SHOES LOOKING TOO NEW
GIVE THEM SHOES TO ME
I’M WITH EDDY HE MIGHT PULL UP
HE GRIPPING THAT .223

(MY GRANDMA FREESTYLING AND ME LAYERING HER)

MY PATTI AND MY THA THA
AMMA’S AMMA AND HER APPA
BUT I DO NOT HAVE AN ANNAN
I JUST HAVE A LITTLE BROTHER

WIT THAT SRICHURNAM ON MY HEAD
NO BINDHI
MAN FREE ALL MY BROTHERS FROM THE FEDS
FUCK MINDY FROM “THE OFFICE” MY NIGGA
I EAT GULAB JAMUN
OH YOU GOT A A+ COME AND HAVE A HUG MY SON

(SKIT)

(MY MOM SINGING WITH ME)

MUSHROOM (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics: 
THE KIDS ARE ALL RETARDED
WHAT DO WE DO?
THEY KEEP BEATING UP EACHOTHER
THERE AINT NOTHING TO DO
YA DONT WANNA GET IT STARTED 
THEY AINT FUCKING WIT CHU
BECAUSE THE KIDS ARE ALL RETARDED 
WHAT DO WE DO?

WE DO DRUGS
WE PUTTING PACKS IN A LUNG
BURN NUGS 
I DONT WANNA GET A JOB 
NO FUN
I DONT WANNA GET NO MONEY
WANNA BE LIKE EVERYBODY 
I WON

THE KIDS ARE ALL RETARDED
WHAT DO WE DO?
THEY DONT WANNA FUCKING STUDY
WANNA GO TO A SCHOOL
THEY’RE JUST CHILLING WITH THEIR BUDDIES
BY THE SIDE OF THE POOL
BECAUSE THE KIDS ARE ALL RETARDED 
WHAT DO WE DO?

WE SHOULD KILL EVERYBODY 
THAT BEEN ACTING A FOOL
AND THEN BURY THEM IN GUCCI
SO THAT ALL OF EM COOL
IM GOING TO A PARTY
CUZ I HEARD THAT IT RULES
THE KIDS ARE ALL RETARDED
WHAT DO WE DO?

THE KIDS ARE ALL RETARDED
EVERY DAY
THAT LIGHT FROM THE TELEPHONE IS
MELTING YOUR BRAIN
GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE
THEY GOT NOTHING TO PLAY
BECAUSE THE KIDS ARE ALL RETARDED
AND GOT NOTHING TO SAY

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