“You lacking behind better pick up the pace “ 😈

Remmy (feat. Lil Quarts)

xxxtentacion - School Globes ft. Lil Nas X (final mix)

Prod. Death.wav
There’s no such thing as Jordania

- Lyrics -

Don’t believe any word that they said
Or whatever come out of their mouth will be dead
It’s just fattening, maddening, they fulfill you like carbs in bread
I don’t associate, not proportionate to weak man’s hate
For the fulfilled nephelim, fight for the fun of them
Department, compartmentalize all of your problems and angers, we shall set aside
Today is the day that you gonna die
I fuck you up, you call it suicide
I’m in the woods, got another pie
I just do what I can, I don’t need another guy
Slaughter the pigs, eat all your meats
God shall forbid, deciding the meek
The weaker the will, the quicker they die
The losers reveal, the fight in them will start to fry
I don’t need your words my truth is within my heart
I can see your evils it’s within my eyes
You believe them treacherous lies
Stupid you think you luxourous
You cannot burden the weight of stepping up against me
Your task is laborious, I am notorious as the thing that decides what is weak
I eat the people and watch as they groan
They just moan
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
Put this Glock to your dome, it make you phone home, or you better go on
I got your bitch on my dick
She like to do tricks
You said she better than this
But what is the word of conman, who’s viewpoint is common, I do not leave comments, I kamikaze
I burn all you in your home, I might pick a bone, but I will never leave with any fucking meat
I put that dick her sheets, oh that’s what she sees, she thinks she got anything against me
I’m not one you should fuck with, you better duck bitch, I throw faster than you can duck fists
I brought power you can see in my wrist
I devour, no need to throw fits
Take a shower, spitting lead like it’s piss
I make you feel disgusting
Don’t talk about me and if I’m busting
I keep shotguns, keep them pumping
Bulletholes got ‘em erupting
Leaking on all the carpet
Can anybody here do something to stop it
I do not like what you started
I just want you to move with it
I hate your race of phesbians, but niggas dumb gonna confuse them with lesbians
I’ll sentence them to death at my feet
Show you all why your will is still weak

kill eat destroy jordania

Prod. Death.wav

- Lyrics -

[Verse 1]
Sacrifice lambs take revenge in the pit
Live life designer, take stride in our wits
Shoot up some shots, I don’t talk to a bitch
Eat her whole carcass, like it was her lips
Pussy, I be talking a lot
All I want, give me some stuff
Drug the populace, get so fucking laced, got your weed traced with some other substances
Done with it
Done with this
Stupid shit
Kill me
And feed me
Deliverance
Cannibalism, I deliver the corpse
Magic provision, the vision is hoarse
I feed the system, I stayed shock like before
I don’t need no one, I just need some more
You say you love me
You do not love me
I cannot touch you
You are not lovely
Fuck her pussy get bubbly
I sip on sudsy
I need food, I’m hungry
Yeah bitch I’m hungry
I keep a slasher like movies
I need a carcass made smoothie
I heard you planning to shoot me
You better do it, not lose me
I speak that shit, it a doosey
I follow words of the prophet, it soothes me
I don’t need niggas over there to behoove me
I got your girls favorite song, get her groovy
[Verse 2]
I am the one and the savior
I am the entity of your anger
I am your heretical danger
Look at me, I am your cancer
I am the answer
To death I am the plaguer
I don’t need fists, just need the fight
I keep a weapon, don’t give a fuck bout what’s right
I’m in the night, call me dark knight
I spew his entrails like it’s his plight
I bring light to those that are blight
I always keep me a knife
I always keep me a strap
In case somebody feel strife
In case it get darker than light
I am not friendly
I don’t keep coops just enemies
Eat yourself, go delete yourself
I bet you beat yourself over your mistakes
You are a danger, commit on yourself this case
I hope you got easy access to a .44 feel it’s embrace
This gun is the only thing that loves you
This gun is the only thing that will fuck you
Don’t be like Brahdlee bitch
You can still get head from Brahdlee’s bitch
You are stupid, repulsive, ignorant, still a sadist
I’m not one you should fuck with
I said I am not one you should fuck with
Take death, it’s natural
Don’t dispute, it’s factual
Patch you up with holes
My blades are your safety and our mutuals
Fuck you all
Fuck you whole
My blade keeps going visceral
You disgust me, vitriol
I need a bitch who will suck it up
I need a girl to just give me mouth
I’m tired, don’t wanna hear shit from your dirty snout
Bitch
Eat the rich
Kill the poor
Drop fucking bodies on the floor
Kick them niggas out the door
If they holler, give ‘em more
Send some shots, send a couple more
I hope my words have enticed you
I hope you know that I wanna fight you
I throw fists to some niggas just know I will not bite you
I’m not like drake, the mainstream will always take from you
Leave this world, while you can
Get out, go as fast as you can
Get away hide from the man
Make it right, end yourself today

Alan's Wake II

Shoutout my brother @kenowontbreak for hopping on this
Produced by Me! (Death.wav)

Been wanting to do a little more melodic type shit, this one has a twist to it

Kary The Cross

Kary The Cross (Feat. Keno!)

everything you are

did you really love me

Finer Things (Ft. CruxZen)

Lyrics:

Couldn't save yo mans, but you aint wanna, dont pretend, then I heard you was a fed 
Cryin bout that bummy pussy, man you is a rat
Ian even care bout that bitch she in the past
Hop up in a jag once I blow up imma dash
Really run this shit, you aint know it was a fag 

(Rainbeezy your big monkey balls are in the guapp) 

How you cryin with them bands and you still aint got no fans
Hold up whats yo plan? Howd you waste yo life in advance 
They thought I couldn't do it, so I did it n they scramed 

I told his ass relax 4 I turn him 2 a pack 

Curtis Jackson, I been hated on by many men
Hold up, hoe is we gon fuck? Dont play pretend
Dammit, another day of ballin has begined
Wash, rinse, repent, amen. 

Couldn't save yo mans, but you aint wanna, dont pretend, then I heard you was a fed 
Cryin bout that bummy pussy, man you is a rat
Ian even care bout that bitch she in the past
Hop up in a jag once I blow up imma dash
Really run this shit, you aint know it was a fag

relax [prod. 444jet]

Lyrics :

fill your pain ,
in my body ,
(in my body)

empty it out ,
filled with your love 
(filled with your love)

its just us two ,
and nobody else ,
(and nobody else)

Remmy (feat. Lil Quarts)

‍thenicotineteen ✪

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