yOI are correct zirrrrr WE ARE THE CREATORS WE ARE GOD REMEMBER THAT TEXT CONVERSATION BROTHER WORD UP I LOVE YOU WE'RE DONE IN COMMON WITH OUR LOVE SEE YOU SOON I HOPE NO FEAR

I'm a shooter like Lebron
Keep the muzzle hot
Take my ass to court, another body drop
Dunkin' on your whole squad

Shoot 'em like Lebron
Keep the muzzle hot
Take my ass to court, another body drop
Dunkin' on your whole squad

We're gonna put those masks on and then we steal your fans
Murder every mic like I got blood on my hands
Drug manufacturing in every track
Wrap another package up, you know that it's crack

You want another hit, you're gonna get a fuckin' beating
And they keep me in these bars for the offenses I'm repeating
Fuck you, and you, and you
You know that I'm hot
I'm a fuckin' villain and I'm headed for the top

I've been villainized
Demonized
Beaten down and crucified
Never enough in your eyes
All the things I can't deny
Spread the rumors and believe all the lies
You can talk that shit about me, this'll always be my reply
Fuck you
You can't even look me in the eye
You should get to know me
I'm not really such a bad guy
You made me a devil, now I'll grant one wish
I'm gonna take your life away from you
Now I'll make you famous

I'm that shooter in that ghost mask
I hope that you can run fast
I got a gun in my backpack
I'm gonna get the last laugh, when you get the gun blast

I'm that shooter with the black hat, hope that you can run fast
Better run, I got a gun in my backpack
Front to the back, clap, I'm the one you laughed at
Gonna get the last laugh, when you get the gun blast
Everybody wanna run their mouth, now they're runnin' away
Every time I come around, you got nothin' to say
Put the gun in your mouth, bang bang
Can't hear you laughin', ain't no joke with the gun play

I've been villainized
Demonized
Beaten down and crucified
Never enough in your eyes
All the things I can't deny
Spread the rumors and believe all the lies
You can talk that shit about me, this'll always be my reply
Fuck you
You can't even look me in the eye
You should get to know me
I'm not really such a bad guy
You made me a devil, now I'll grant one wish
I'm gonna take your life away from you
Now I'll make you famous

CRIMEWAVE

Telephones

TRAUMA

Paranoid

Make Me Famous

Body Bag

Don't say "hi" to me
You should hide from me
I'm so damn toxic that you'll probably fuckin die on me
Grotesque anatomy
I'm missin half of me
It's more than that can't do the math
Can't count on the hands that abandoned me

Everybody goes away
No one ever stays
I forgot another face
Memories stuck on replay
Everyone I ever loved
All that I touch
Everything turns into dust
All my angels in the ground ain't got none left above

Cam crashed his car
Nothin left
Same with Shawn
He burned to death
Missed a call
Chelsea's dead
Killed herself with heroin
2 AM
Out of breath
Nurses said my mom is dead
Vicodin and Percocet and loaded guns next to my bed

You think that this just music?
I'm really goin through it
All that shit you talk about well bitch you know I really do it
I got the scars to prove it
These guns I really shoot em
Keep on bein stupid and you'll lose that shit you use to chew with

Everybody entertained by my pain
Kickin that dirt on my name
Straight from the mud
I'm collecting the sticks and the stones
For the day that I'm filling your graves
My family got taken away
I'm gonna use all this pain
I'll make it someday
Every time I'm on that stage, they gonna hear your names

Cam crashed his car
Nothin left
Same with Shawn
He burned to death
Missed a call
Chelsea's dead
Killed herself with heroin
2 AM
Out of breath
Nurses said my mom is dead
Vicodin and Percocet and loaded guns next to my bed
What you know about me?
I been digging graves since I was 19
Talk shit cause that's all ya got G
There ain't nothin left that you could do that could hurt me

I've been takin so much Xanax to keep myself from panicking
I'm staring at a casket and my mother look like wax
She don't even look real man she look like a mannequin
That shit hurt me so bad you can't even fuckin imagine
If I'm sociopathic it's cause all of the damage
You mishandled my heart and hammered at it til it cracked in half
Yeah you told me you were pregnant I'm so happy cried my eyes out
Next day found out you killed my unborn child
Now I don't know who I am
Hero villain good or bad I'm losing track
It's like the Batman and Joker been doin battle in my head
I'm bending bars behind a mask like Bane on Venom
Rather watch the world burn than ever light another candle

Yeah I got a couple bodies on me
Yeah I got a couple ghosts that haunt me
I got a couple bodies on me
I got a couple ghosts that haunt me

Ghost Stories

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

I've done shit you only dream of
You ain't never shot a gun
You probly never even seen one

Believe in Ghosts
You'll be lookin like you seen one
When I pull this trigger
Then you'll really fuckin be one

I got away with it

Used to have to rob them stores

I got away with it

Stomach hurt when I was poor

I got a taste of it

Always dreamt of having more

I had to scrape for it

Now we're kickin in the fuckin door

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

I pop out the van
Ain't gotta ask
I'm lower class
A piece of trash
With a gun and a mask

You smokin rags
I got that gas
I'm not a fan of your band
But I see you Imma clap

I'm always chasin it

Nights I had nowhere to sleep

I'm always chasin it

Days I had nothin to eat

I got a taste of it

Pay the rent or electricity?

I had to scrape for it

But you know I keep that heat on me

Hands up
Put the money in the fuckin bag
Shut up
Put your family in a body bag
Hands up
Give me everything you fuckin have
Do it fast
Got your momma in a fuckin van

Give me everything you fuckin have

Ghost Squad
Put them masks on
If you had to do some odd jobs
To keep the lights on
This is our song

Ghost Squad
Make them opps drop
Took them stones that you throw
Flipped em like they crack rocks
Hit the cash box

Ghost Squad
Put them masks on
Yeah we had to do some odd jobs
To keep the lights on
This is our song

Ghost Squad
Make the show stop
When we show up
With them guns cocked
Yeah we make them 
motherfuckin heads knock

We make them mother fuckin heads knock

Bestrafe Mich (Punish Me)

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Lost Angeles

Powerful Emotional Rollercoaster Album that hits the heart like a ton of bricks. Narrative Driven songs that hit the soul and make those who relate really connect with this emotional album what PulseMeld is known for <3

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Extreme Masked Metal // Trap // Industrial Act

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