shadow (prod. sphynx)

heart on ice, but it beats so slowly
pain feels nice, but the drugs so lovely
cant feel shit, lets hope i make to 30
pain pills in, mix it up with some molly
she say she miss me, well bitch than call me
she askin for a fix, she a fien and a zombie
baby i get it, but cant help you im sorry

she askin me out on a date 
but iv never been on one
in a first place 
what at good look from me im late
will he show up or he wont if he wont than  he a lame
prolly what she thinkin now
but im ridin over limit
callin ima be late
ofcourse all these bitches all the same
couldnt even fuckin wait
now im at this place
eatin all alone 
cuz i was late
what a fuck but aint trippin bitch im not chasin i will get a better chance i bet

im late again (prod. jaxxee)

She_Lit_the_Match

She_Prayed_with_her_Hips

Idle_Hum

Twerk_it_Like_a_White_Girl_x_K_Killa

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DJ Paul & Lord Infamous - Portrait Of A Serial Killa (1992)

SAGAS DROP SEPTEMBER 11TH NEVER FORGET

[VERSE I: YUNG MARASCHINO]

still got no hoes
so i'm pouring four o's
solo
solo cup double up
3 percs fizzle at the bottom 
if you don't know
hit you when i thrown bones from a pile of skeletons still sitting in my front lawn
drawn to the shadow
call me shadowkhan
crawl to the gallows
now the shadow gone
born with an arrow
sharp with a broken bow
aim it at the fucking battlefront 
ladder climbing up to her window
glass shatters now i'm playing fucking limbo
yeah, i got the cut on my neck
now that bitch wet
only fucking with me when she thinks i'm depressed
told that bitch "bet."
ima fucking jet 
no sweat
ima sip lead
swallow fucking bullets til my lips seep red
ruby been dead

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS}

yung james jones
sipping on that throwed
mac 11 grip
and my fucking pistol all chrome
i'm fucking bound to bone
bound to the phonk
every day a different day
still getting throwed
middle finer to the hoes
middle finger to the world
umbrella for the tears and the red rain coming down my eyelids 
hate show biz
hate all the fame shit
vanish away like spaceghostpurrp did
either that or blow a hole through my head, shit
cuz things ain't what it is
everything switched
its like i'm watching a movie and i've seen the end
pretend smiles turn to whispers when your body turns
scarecrow bout to burn up in an urn

KILL YOURSELF Part XVI: The Faded Stains Saga

I'M DONE.

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Live By Your Rep

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