Back 4 anotha bite!🧛🏻

🩸Beat Prod. By Mad Jha🩸
https://soundcloud.com/mad-jha

Mixed by Hipno-Hop Meuzyk🍷
https://soundcloud.com/hipnohopmeuzyk

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VAMPiRiC

We on sum stranger shit!!!⚠️ 

1st Verse ~ Mr. Ye%TeA aka GeE%IcE🥶
https://on.soundcloud.com/dT2phsv4R24UiGPH9

2nd Verse ~ STL NiNjA 🥷🏻🤘🏻
https://on.soundcloud.com/gWHyfqhZM9d8z7rXA

3rd Verse ~ Mr. Ye%TeA/STL NiNjA
Mixed by Hipno-Hop Meuzyk🫆 
https://soundcloud.com/hipnohopmeuzyk

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STRANGER SHiT (GeE%IcE ft. STL NiNjA)

You Already Know

restless 21 10 25

Prod. by DJ Pain 1 - one thing I can't stand is bullies

Minister Julius - David vs Goliath (To Wave Generic)

Oldschool Hip Hop & Rap Beats Produced By Adam Zelinka aka Nekromantik www.beatstars.com/nekromantikbeats

Gore Fest Part II (Collecting Corpses) - instrumental prod. by Nekromantik

Some people sell their soul.
Goblyn read the contract — and signed it twice.

Deal with the Devil is temptation turned into a trap anthem. Over a sinister, bass-heavy beat, Goblyn lays out what it really means to trade your soul — not for money, but for escape, power, and control. It's seductive, dangerous, and full of sharp-toothed confidence. This track isn’t about regret. It’s about owning the price.

The devil ain’t in the details.
He’s in the booth.

Deal with the Devil

Funny Games - instrumental prod. by Nekromantik

Most nights I hear a ghost cry…

ViD Created by STL NiNjA🥷🏻🎬
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kLJIg7tmmk&t=14s

Mixed by Hipno-Hop Meuzyk🎧
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SAD SPiRiT

Bitchh It’s Halloween!!🎃

1st Verse ~ KarNeVor🩸
https://soundcloud.com/karnevor

2nd Verse ~ STL NiNjA🥷🏻🔪 
https://soundcloud.com/stl-ninja

🎶Beat Prod By NebZ🎶
https://soundcloud.com/nebz-productionz

Mixed by Hipno-Hop Meuzyk🎧
https://soundcloud.com/hipnohopmeuzyk

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HALLOWEEN NiGHT (Karnevor ft. STL NiNjA)

I don’t make music to be famous. I make it so I don’t lose my fuckin’ mind.
Every verse I drop is a piece of me I’m tryin’ to bury — or resurrect. I wear this cracked mask ‘cause I ain’t tryna show the world my face… I’m showin’ it my scars.

I’ve been stalked by my own thoughts since I was a kid — insomnia, rage, regret, voices that don’t shut up. So I put ‘em on beats. I don’t spit for the crowd. I spit for the shadows. My sound? Dark club trap dipped in paranoia, smeared with melody and madness.

Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I don’t say a word — just let the silence talk for me.
Call me Goblyn. Just don’t turn the lights off.