ALL PROCEEDS GO TO MYTHIC AND HIS CAMP, MUCH LOVE TO THE PHONK COMMUNITY

CREEPSHOW EP (PROD. MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
Ha, what I say?

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce
(x2)

Gotta cut another check
Bitch I'm coming up for next
Got the cutter at ya neck and at ya spouse

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce

Fuck an ounce, bitch I'm running with the pounds
You could spit another clip but I could rip it with the sound
Bitch I'm done fucking round
Thinking its a choppa when I spit, you gimme 30 seconds, I give ya a 100 rounds
Niggas try to play me like a bitch, like a punk ass rapper
So watch how a nigga'll bring the devil outta pastor
The flow master, bitch it could go faster
But I want you to catch all the heat that I throw at ya
Niggas fighting over who county, who from the city
But they aint even good on they block or left the city

Bitch I'm outta state, outer space and outta hell
Whipping out to race, for babes, or make a sale
(x2)

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce
(x2)

Gotta cut another check
Bitch I'm coming up for next
Got the cutter at ya neck and at ya spouse

Looking at the devil in his motherfucking face
And I told that bitch that I gotta bounce

CREEPSHOW EP

BAT OUTTA HELL (Prod. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning on the night shift
Bitch I'm tryna get rid of this white

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning and the fire get to spitting
Yeah you know a nigga never did right

Dripgod tripping with a choppa
If you tell me there's a problem then its rat-tat-tat
Aye
6 broads with me offa molly and the acid, and they asses looking fat-fat-fat
Huh
Shawty want a tab-tab-tab
Walk up in my kitchen, the lab-lab-lab
Bitch i got a mistress, cooking with the butter
Feeling like Im Thugger cause she bad-bad-bad

I ride with a couple G with me
That's money and drugs, thats Ben with the Blicky
Bitch i got 9 if you feeling like 50
Jamal Murray how these bitches gotta lick me
Tipsy, nah bitch I'm throwed
Offa the liquor, might need some more
Man go tell your nigga to tell all his hos
That I dont do pictures, I just do shows

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning on the night shift
Bitch I'm tryna get rid of this white

Ride with the killers on the night shift
Bitch i fire on a nigga on sight

Tire get to spinning and the fire get to spitting
Yeah you know a nigga never did right

NIGHT SHIFT (PROD. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

[Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
A great big expression of happiness
Boy you couldnt miss with a dozen roses]

Aye bruh wake the fuck up man
Wake up bruh, you know what the fuck time it is

Said I'm your Pusha Man
I'm your, I'm your pusha man
(x2)

So get high
Lets Ride
And get high
With the 9 by my side

I'm your Pusha Man
Push it dont abuse it man
I keep a tool in hand
I know how to use it man
Said I'm a hooligan
But Treat me like a fool again
And all them blues you spend
I can make you lose it man

PUSHA MAN INTERLUDE (PROD. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

Big bag of Grape Ape, bitch I'm feeling stuck
You talking all that loud, but you smoking OG Huff
Heard that you a rapper now, was dealing way too tough?
Always posting bout a struggle, you cant hustle for some lunch?

Big dog, big chain, big letters in public
My weed hit just like percussion
Fucking shit up at the function
Mixing funnel so the jay really punching
You out the window with the guts I'm dumping
Roll up so bring me something
Swisher, Bambu, Game Leaf, Dutchs
Backwoods in the Backwoods I'm bussing
Bitch 

You getting smoked out
Smoke-smoked out
Bitch you getting smoked out
Smoked-smoked out
Smoke and then we roll out
I'm finna roll south
Post up and get locced out
(x2)

SMOKED OUT (PROD. RIP MYTHIC)

LYRICS:

Glocks, 9s, Smitty Wessons, I'm tryna get paid
Pop fire, kill yo devils, I'm the King today
I'm the Night Man, my clan riding with the thunder
Twenty five grams, I slam, so high i get up under

With the moon rock(x6)

Make the tomb rock(x6)

Bust in the room, bringing doom, hear them howling at the moon

For the moon rock(x6)

Lunatic out for the moolah
Bad lil bitch, she go by Luna
Bought her a drink, she say I owe you
Oklahoma sooner
I keep it real, they say im tripping man you doing you
My body different, I do drugs while they doing you
My shawty dripping
Your shawty wishing
She could come over right here and get right near the diamond glisten
Lil bitch want VVS, she wan be friends, no TBS
I'm the paraphernalia dealer, call me by Lil CVS

Glocks, 9s, Smitty Wessons, I'm tryna get paid
Pop fire, kill yo devils, I'm the King today
I'm the Night Man, my clan riding with the thunder
Twenty five grams, I slam, so high i get up under

With the moon rock(x6)

Make the tomb rock(x6)

Bust in the room, bringing doom, hear them howling at the moon

For the moon rock(x6)

MOON ROCK (PROD. RIP MYTHIC)

REST IN PEACE TO MYTHIC AND HYMBEATS AND SHROOMHEAD305

CREEPSHOW EP (PROD. MYTHIC)

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