contorting

Aye!
comin’ out the god damn grave 

Wipe all the dirt from my face 

All of this blood I can taste 

Hoo 

Demons they schemin they screamin my name 

Meeting my maker I came with the blade 

Creatin the fate 

Ahhh
Bitch 
You cannot fathom the pain 

Underground warrior takin the reigns on the game and you better remember the name 

I am the 
Kid in the black cap 
Never gave a fuck about the numbers mothafuckas wanna have that 

Takin a back pack
In to the abyss I’m thinkin of every time a brother had a way to get his life back 

Train tracks 
That be stretching to the darkness on the edges be the carcass of my own damn body 

With a shotty and a burnt out candle that lit up the shaft that I travel and can’t seem to bypass 

Bitch I bite back 
Bitch I bite back 
Bitch I bite back
Bitch I bite back 

Curse 
On my soul 
Kills me slow 
Watch as I creep on the low 
I am the evil that lurks under surface the darkness they fear and I’m ready to blow 
I am the emperor 
Sxmpra the sentencer
Conjure something sinister 
Poltergeist taking the light from the back of your eyes 
Lose all control of the mind 
Hoo 
Aye 

Sever seven tendons when I said it’s never endin bitch I meant better dead I guess 
Hoo
Aye 

Never feelin better bitch i get up and I get it I don’t ever wanna let em win 

Hoo 
Aye 

Skin a mothafucka and I wear that boy 
Like a mothafuckin letterman 

Hoo aye 
Givin a bit of a tip to the devil when a kid wanna talk then I send him in

BEYOND THE GRAVE (Prod. SXMPRA)

BLEACH (Prod. LeLxx) MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW!

prod @gullyspit
cover by buvard, based on Togawa's Tamahime sama
___

Nowadays i’m feeling like i’m reaching for air
Want my ransom, a gentleman but i’m throwing tantrums
Nowadays i’m feeling like im reaching for air
From my underground lair , pull my hand out the land grab a ankle

Waste my lifetime , weight the product, brain lasagna
ineeded something brighter, all my hope was being smothered
Needed something smarter , feared of being smaller
Than my father really wanted

Something inside his eyes grows
He got blood on the nails that dug holes
He was sculpting, fucking his own skull
He got bugs in the head that won’t go
X2

Yeah i feel this world owe me nothing less than i damn wish
I’ll be begging for bigger pockets to fit the bands bitch
See, my soul’s tapestry going harder than 10 bricks
We aint cut from the same fabric , i come from god’s dick

Rational thinking is off
ima make it my way like a child
unperverted by nature 
fuck out my face if you think that i’m wrong
your intentions ain’t pure , all you want is a feature
my mental is precious
cant possibly fold to the pressure, surrounded by leeches
i’m off to the moon
always getting high in my room
im recording until i retire my booty

stop, chop chop
im a cut you like a crop top
cut you out my life cuz you a fuck
pussy boy weasel dont put your nose in my shit
feeble motherfuckers and they bluffin, you a phony bitch

bad brothers
depressed lovers
and brave suckers
this is for people with young hearts like ben button
death covering , scent of a man’s suffer 
with great problems , fuckers this is for my clique

BRAINZ!

SHEYTAN

lyrics:

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'ma cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

So why they looking at me stupid?
Pocket watching, looking clueless
I'ma drop em in the pot
My pocket watch, it look elusive
Probably rocking with the losers
Drop his body then it's deuces
I don't care about your feelings
Motherfucker let me loose and I'ma
BANG! BANG! BANG!
And I'ma BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'll watch your brains HANG! HANG!
I'm not a saint
I ain't worried about a thang
I'm just trying to bring the pain

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'm a cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

out on all platforms

mutt-17 (prod. mercykill)

kush got my eyes like hash slinging slashers
tweakin out my mind on my fuckin mad hatter
cant get my mind right i only get sadder
n uon love me uon love a sick bastard
ima buy a glock animorph right into casper
lil hoe im fuckin busy call me when ts matters
ima fuckin snake bitch i couldnt be no ladder
n idfw u bitch i wanna see u shatter

ion feel shit
fuck my heart i deadlocked it
spaced out cunt
feel like dead man walking
hoe gon eat my dick
like sum fuckin red robin
its yung wolf squad
suck my fuckin red rocket

syy goin up
all u cunts js keep watchin
my pockets stay fat
yeah my pockets rick ross
nd my heart stay cold
like i got it out the walk in
nd ion do shit
so my body stay rottin

im tired
im throwed
i been up all night
tryna find the cheat codes
bitch ik im fuckin better
than all u emos
nd I js need hoe
who wanna die like zero

Sycko ~ Cheat Codes (Prod. Syy) #cc

Contorting

fumando y produciendo (Out now on Spotify)

on go

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

DARTH VADER [PROD. HAARPER]

official visualizer: https://youtu.be/-0hYi4bzsYM
prod: @adjacen7
mixed and mastered: @necrocorpse

lyrics: 
open season on you peons
load in three you know the reason
known to leave em leakin bleeding
you might think he lost a liter 
ima genius with the speech 
i make her leak like aquafina 
i might be in italy the way i make em lean like pisa 
she a diva

rich dicktip kid 
ladies love it when i hip fire
spit sick shit
she gon buss it til that bitch tired 
run around the block 
i bring it back just like an oldie
got my gun i tote them glocks 
i brought that mac ain’t no "aroni" 
hoe you phony with the love so bitch quit liking my pictures 
boy you 40 with no job 
you can’t even talk without snitching 
ima god amongst you men so when you beg for forgiveness 
just know these hollows heavensent 
thy will be done with no witness 
i’ll give em stitches

THE CLASH AT DEMONHEAD

quiet as a dead friend [prod. adjacen7]

SHOUTOUT @djplayastation THIS BEAT TOO FIRE. 
song really starts at :57 :D

---LYRICS---
Oh how I wish that was dead 
Another broke mofucka that be kissing lips of death 
Shit like Twitter way I try to keep  my fucking friends in check 
How the fuck I do that when my life’s a motherfuckin wreck 
Status of my mental health I’m prolly gonna be threat
On that 4 9 5 
I'm driving off the Percocet  
Suicidal thoughts in mind that shit is always imminent 
Blondie killed his wife I thought it sweeter than some M&M’s (Eminem)

Better stop that shit I ain’t playing mofucka 
I ain’t got my fix you in danger like no other 
Please get off my dick you be biting mofucka
 
Why the fuck am I still at the crib bro 
I’m so paranoid there’s people in my windows
Taking L’s write name up in the death note 
Smoking cigarettes I think my lungs broke
And I need my weed so lemme get my blunt rolled 
Get the fuck up out here with that dumb hoe 
I don’t socialize I do my drugs on my own 
I been stuck up in this mofucka mind blown 
I ain’t sleeping man my minds in a different time zone
Hear that dumb gun blast say goodbye to Kyo 

One by one send us to the fucking parishes 
I know a lot people think me as a heretic 
Grind my teeth down to the root I cannot take the negligence 
Who gonna proud of me when I’m so fucking embarrassing. 
Came from a broken home 
Rag on my fucking skull 
Rusty blade I deem it new 
Things I wish I never knew 
Fuck on a nasty cunt 
Grip on that fucking gun 
Fuck all things just that i've done

Spotify

YouThoughtShitWasSweet (PROD. DJ PLAYASTATION)

Music Video: https://vimeo.com/484678615

Imma shoot up this mother fuckin' warehouse
Then imma kill myself with a bullet to the mouth
And my death won't be forgotten, I have planned this out
Already sent a hit man to Jeff Bezos' house

Verse1:
Helping NPC's to consoomy soom soom
Time to blow this forest down with a huffy puffy poof
My soul has been sucked dry
From the industrial vampire
(My soul is plenty drained so there's nothing else to lose)
Do not give a fuck now I have failed at life so I'm 2 steps over the edge
"AND IMMA BOUTA BREAK"

I'm so sick and tired of it
I get depressed from pushing fucking boxes
I feel trapped in a box bitch
My only option to be used up then thrown in the garbage
Disposable, like my income
While Mr. Bezos getting richer
Warehouse workers die from covid
And now from me

Hook:
Imma shoot up this mother fuckin' warehouse
Then imma kill myself with a bullet to the mouth
Imma shoot up this mother fuckin' warehouse
Then imma kill myself with a bullet to the mouth

Verse3:
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Even if you escape
You'll be scarred for life
I wanna see your blood on that smiling symbol
Carve your face with the shards of an Amazon kindle
Throw your head in a box then ship it to your kinfolk

I want you dead
I said I just want you dead
Mr. Bezos off with your head
Motherfucker I said off with your head

Breakdown:
Feel like the rust in the machine
0I've got the whole system failing

Kill
All my co-workers
They're NPC's
They're death is null

SHOOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE [untitled_0026]]

OUTTA TIME! (Prod. CXXLION)

Follow me on Instagram @makaveligodd

This song was inspired by “Hemlock Grove”

VARGULF [PROD. CARELEAN]

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cursedforever

SHEYTAN

SANTOS SANTANA

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