THE EMPRESS

Coming Straight From Hell

LYRICS:

[CHORUS] 

I SMELL YOU FUCKING RUNNING, THIS A BLOODHUNT
WHAT YOU THINK YOU FUCKING GAINING WITH THAT GUN, SON?
IS THAT A TOOL YOU'RE GRIPPING? IF SO THEN QUIT THE MISSING
GOT WEAPONS ON YOUR STORY, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT'S JUST FOR PICTURES

I SMELL YOU FUCKING RUNNING, THIS A BLOODHUNT
WHAT YOU THINK YOU FUCKING GAINING WITH THAT GUN, SON?
IS THAT A TOOL YOU'RE GRIPPING? IF SO THEN QUIT THE MISSING
GOT WEAPONS ON YOUR STORY, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT'S JUST FOR PICTURES

[VERSE]

CATCH ME IN THE ALLEY, I PUNCTURE HIM BADLY
I LEAVE HIM FOR DEAD
THIS IS YOUR FINALE, YOU BUSY WITH DRUGS
WHILE IM OUT MAKIN' BREAD

THERES MORE THAN ONE DIFFERENCE
AND WHILE IM THE VILLAIN
YOU DONT SEE ME BEGGING FOR OTHER TO LOVE ME
THEY DO IT WITHOUT ME EVER LEAVING LINENS

THE PEOPLE I'M KILLIN STILL KICKIN
I MURDER AN OPP JUST BY CHANGING THEIR MIND
YOU TRYING TOO HARD TO BE DIFFERENT
YOU'RE HUMAN, I'M KISHIN, NOW REWRITE YOUR LINES

WHEN YOU AIM FOR THE SKIES
YOU MUST TAKE IN ACCOUNT
WHEN YOU PENNIN' YOUR LIES, YOUR VELOCITY DROPPING
AS FAST AS YOU ROSE UP, YOU HITTIN THE GROUND

[CHORUS]

I SMELL YOU FUCKING RUNNING, THIS A BLOODHUNT
WHAT YOU THINK YOU FUCKING GAINING WITH THAT GUN, SON?
IS THAT A TOOL YOU'RE GRIPPING? IF SO THEN QUIT THE MISSING
GOT WEAPONS ON YOUR STORY, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT'S JUST FOR PICTURES

I SMELL YOU FUCKING RUNNING, THIS A BLOODHUNT
WHAT YOU THINK YOU FUCKING GAINING WITH THAT GUN, SON?
IS THAT A TOOL YOU'RE GRIPPING? IF SO THEN QUIT THE MISSING
GOT WEAPONS ON YOUR STORY, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT'S JUST FOR PICTURES

BLOODHUNT [PROD. WXRST]

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by fxckjamie
cover art by gashum

PARASITE [PROD. FXCKJAMiE]

I'm, in the boat with Satan
ride, through the mote invadin' 
Drippin’ blood off of my wrist so now i'm waitin'
For the magic to kick in, she is so naked
Strip that bitch and cut her throat I am awakened
High cut, hang high, bleed dry - it’s amazin’ 
Cruisin’ through occult knowledge like I am on vacation 
Sippin’ blood colada wearin’ prada gucci stake in



Heart, start - im a lark - can I mend another one I’m saving amy's art
I’m another animal whos shaking off his dark-
Faults, shadow integration for the smart 
I’m drifting bodies, Hannibal Alucard 
Dimethyltryptamine clogs my carts 
I might sip the lean, making my mark
Stain your set fifty .45s armed
Huh


Call me the man who stunts
Running wild file crunch
Army on his back it’s hunch
Licking right on his sack for lunch
Drippin on those apples hunch
I’m like Newton, stupid dunning Kruger to the cunt 
Running with the wet ones, slip-n-slide the sun 
God-ly, appe-tite - eating her out for laps I see
Walking circles around your glee - I’m maddened but I’m not saddened, free-
dom, got the doms - for yo bitch, and her bum - drop a bomb - eat my cum, I’m a don
No need for the fawns

STIGMATA

TRAUMA

PROD VINCE.M10
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Fuck all the rats 
Tryna to take my cheese 
I get the bag with ease 
All bout the money the green
I don’t smoke pack with seeds
Only that gas for me
Backwoods Russian crème
roll it up in a leaf 
Lace the blunt watch em tweak 
Sippin dirty not clean 
I’m the plug usb
green dot for the beam 
Hit em up watch em lean
Cut em up watch em leak 
I get rough I get mean 
Taking out enemies 
No one fucks with a G 
Bloodied up throwing b’s 
I can’t fuck with a treesh 
Some hoes need a leash 
Hit it once and I leave 
Knife play imma freak 
Leave blood on the scene 
Got blood on her sheets 
Imma get what I need 
letting my demons feed 
masked up Halloween 
Aim for the head not feet 
Face shot he can’t speak 
Terminate all the weak 
letting my choppa eat 
Now rest in peace 
Turn to a butcher 
when it comes to beef 
Stomp on his skull
& I pull out his teeth 
Knife on my side 
& it’s tucked in a sheath 
Pull it out 
Slaughtering all of the sheep 
Tie up the rope 
Now he’s hanging from feet 
Stabbing the body 
& watching em bleed 
Axe in my hand 
Got me feeling like creep 
On the block with a mop
& I’m doing a sweep
Got a taste for the kill 
Now I’m bout to feast 
All my mutha fucking opps smoke pcp 
Like baki they all wanna taste defeat 
& i won’t stop killing til my goals complete 
Imma body bag a fag
While they put out a tweet 
Imma get you in the night
while you’re sound asleep 
I won’t even make a sound 
Not even a peep 
at the top of my life 
It’s not even the peak 
Cooking up in the booth 
I got the recipe 
All this money on me
Like I’m a treasury 
You committed great sin 
And that shits treachery 
Imma finish what you started 
And that’s called destiny 
Y’all are sleeping on me
You must be counting up sheep
All y’all counted me out 
& now you’re riding my meat 
I just had to go harder
For this shit to complete

NO TRACE

More wood for the fire, lyrics posted soon

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Coming Straight From Hell

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