let the snow begin to melt and the old demons will awake

PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

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SCRIPTZ x SALIVA GREY - DEATH WITHIN REACH (PROD. OKRA)

Patty Wack (prod Jake OHM)

Pain (prod. Luga)

SHEYTAN

lyrics:

I keep my knives on deck
Choppin shit like I'm Miyagi
Couple pistols off the hip
Them bitches stingin like they Ali
Oh that's
Wet
We squeezing blicks off Kawasakis
Keep the stick concealed for sorry, simple niggas tryin to rob me
I'm in godmode
I be servin grief clips
I think I'm Picasso
How I leave his teeth bent
How am I gonna ride slow?
I just wanna speed blitz
Shawty get it poppin, autopilot on her freak shit

And if that nigga wanna dead it, come and find me
Lethal measures if he talkin
Summon up an Autobot
My lethal weapon get to sparkin
Oh that's
Wet!
He not a threat he just a target
Knock him off and stomp him out
He outta breath and outta profit

And I'm rippin the friend of my enemy huh
He dead if he in the vicinity huh
I'm grippin the stick to eliminate
Couple of deaths and my pistol will levitate huh
I drill em, my venom eliminate
Blood on my blade, I be killin to medicate
Outta my way fore your head on my dinner plate
Dug up a grave, I got hoes to incinerate huh

I keep my knives on deck
Choppin shit like I'm Miyagi
Couple pistols off the hip
Them bitches stingin like they Ali
Oh that's
Wet
We squeezing blicks off Kawasakis
Keep the stick concealed for sorry, simple niggas tryin to rob me
I'm in godmode
I be servin grief clips
I think I'm Picasso
How I leave his teeth bent
How am I gonna ride slow?
I just wanna speed blitz
Shawty get it poppin, autopilot on her freak shit

I keep my knives on deck
Choppin shit like I'm Miyagi
Couple pistols off the hip
Them bitches stingin like they Ali
Oh that's
Wet
We squeezing blicks off Kawasakis
Keep the stick concealed for sorry, simple niggas tryin to rob me

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graveyard waltz (prod. adjacen7)

lyrics:

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

Put a cap in his ass
Feel the wrath
I'ma drag to the back of house
Put a stack on X'ing him out
If a man wanna fuck with mine
Laugh at him now
Hit a nigga, put a rag in his mouth
I don't really think of asking twice
Blast and I'm out, what a god damn ass of a clown
Cut a fucker then I dug a ditch
Cuz I never knew another motherfucker
Wanna gut a motherfucker much as Rezzy
I'm in love with this

Cryogenic all my pieces
Hollows popping through the chrome
Lava leaking from my body
Probly rotten to the bone
Nah I'm not fuckin with you leeches
Probly caught him at the store
That chopper spit bout 30 rounds
Now watch his body leave his soul

My flow enhancing
That boy just rancid
I told my mans
That my plans is to blow finances
And hella bandses
My tan Sig get so romantic
She got to chanting
And BLAM! bitch
It's underhanded
He lost a damn limb

I'm god again
Paint that wall again
Crank that bat and break his jaw again
So now that motherfucker cannot yawn again
I'm Spartacus
Sending DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! DOOT! through your cardigan
If I don't get what's mine then I might let these hollows off again, and...

a cold day in hell (prod. adjacen7)

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

Produced By BM11
Cover By BM11

https://open.spotify.com/album/5Og42d5aPrJSEzJ5pI2XF8?si=aSCXPNArTEu6DOybh3F3YA

Lyrics :
severe your soul from ya body 
probably
aint nobody
ever gonna stop me 
rowdy
whip out the spirit gun
this be my Tommy
i know you folding
no origami

i aint wanna summon all my demons
this
wasn't part of the agreement
please god 
tell me that im dreaming
why my spirit energy decreasing
look at my vitals
i dont think im breathing
creatures from another world
changing up my helix
molecules be running thru
darkening ma feelings
i dont wanna witness
all my bleeding hit the ceiling
who the fuck did u really think i was
came from the bottom
i came from the mud
never had anything
i dont show love
betrayal around me
i dont give out trust
(2x)
never had anything i dont show love
betrayal around me i dont give out trust
fuck what they saying about me
 i dont give a fuck anymore
stomping on anyone 
blocking my way to the throne
no game of thrones
i bring the storm
i know these fuckas
are talking on all of that dumb shit im hearing behind on my
back
if this is a race
i’m dom torreto
the kruegers my nitrous to leave all them pussies in last
i know you bustas are wack
woah
i know you bustas all cap
woah 
we know you really dont trap 
woah
try me ill pullout the strap 
fuck is you talking about
opps yeah we gun em down
playing for keeps
and yo hoes we gon fuck em now
i am the king of the underground
say my name twice
cuz i know that u love it now

BERNIEMACELEVEN - KOTUG (PROD. BM11)

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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

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in my motherfucking habitat

SHEYTAN

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