lyrics:

i can’t any longer see
i wonder what is wrong with me
hatred welling up inside
i wish everyone would die 

why can I not, be free
try to escape from this hell
why God did you give me feet?
just to put me down on my knees 

human cannonball 
human cannonball
made to fly
made to die
human cannonball

why the fuck are you looking at me?
who the fuck decides what you see?
social media and TV
you can die while live on IG

piece of people no one cares
fuck your skin color no one cares
everybody hopes someone cares
if there’s a murder everyone stares

hurry up and pull out your phone 
so you can show someone at home 
killing people before they’re dead
electronics inside their head

human cannonball
human cannonball

aint nobody wanna make a change
they’ll talk bout it
never make a switch 

niggas wanna look like the
counter culture what they on 
but they still tryna get rich 

everybody got a price
on they head
somebody’s stealing rice
from the feds
and they gonna get diced

nice

people starving to death
for advice

bad advice
add vice

niggas starving to death
that have rights

put the pen to the paper
i write

we depend on the paper
i’m right

human cannonball 
wanna end it all
wanna service my purpose again

can a ball
destroy that wall 
i dont know but it sure is human

and it trying to fly
again
it is not scared to die
amen
it got shot out the sky

i can’t any longer see
i wonder what is wrong with me
hatred welling up inside
i wish everyone would die 

why can I not, be free
try to escape from this hell
why God did you give me feet?
just to put me down on my knees 

human cannonball 
human cannonball
made to fly
made to die
human cannonball

human cannonball

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ETvbQpFLQI

Lyrics:

I need that faux

Getting more

All my clothes

Check my Figure

Hoes

Getting showed

Wit my phone edit 

Pictures


Imma do wrong 

Don’t care about right

Flex this faux

Nobody gon like

Ion like the sun

Only fuck with low light

I ain’t with you bums

Cause im never outside

Buy all my love

Cause it get you high

Suck my drugs

You can get these likes

Bring the power people steal it back

Because its mine

Everything i own i stole my right

 
I got you helping me wipe

Makin new amendments 

When i never know why

Feel like descending is ascendence

In a sense im all right

A legend when im editing

My wiki obliged

To do whatever

Forever

Bending it back

Put me

In a box bitch

Lets amass

This a movment

Move this

Alcatraz

This our bed

Lets get attached






I want to fuck

My one philosphy

Im getting stuck

Chew my leg

I got to eat

Im in the front

Now everybody watchin me

Now everybody want the seed

Everybody everybody want to talk to me


Take my shirt off, let the ho's see my artwork

Got two ho's same color as my Converse

Throw your pride out when you get inside my limousine

Christ D getting more head than the guillotine

Iced out wrist look just like a flat screen

Asphalt colored Aston Martin on the Asanti

Fred Flintstone, I don't even need my car keys

Catch me at the show signing titties with a Sharpie

You better send that money if you wanna see your son again

My pinky ring Jewish and it cost a lot of Benjamin's

Rubies in my mouth same color as an Indian

Big ass Glock knock a nigga to oblivion

And you already know we can't do music 'cause you're so retarded

Saw a bag of coke and it reminded me of where I started

I just caught the fight and hit up Darkie (bitch im in yo city)

Way too many blunts and Percocets, it got me feeling dizzy



Mmm, pickin' it up

Middle finger in the place and I'm stickin' it up

On the way to the top and we got a lot in the pot

Smoking every single day with Dillinger on an opp

And we can get it

And we can get it, my nigga

Me and Christ hit the shooting range grippin' the trigger

I be feeling kinda light-weight sippin' the liquor

I'm buying Crypto low and then flippin' it bigger, my nigga

Hmm, gotta put in to get out

These niggas want a handout, but ain't got shit to hand out

My nigga, why your hand out?

Huh, we got some bands now

Funny how this Hip-Hop shit like to pan out (Oh)

Huh, lights, camera, action

Hit the prime with the headlock, blam

Huh, no manners

Rules, regulations or standards

Chains so big it's like I'm a slave

rock too big to fit in my grave

Drippin', but my songs never leak

This that shit that you put on repeat

WATCHING ME (feat. Christ Dillinger and Lil Darkie)

lildarkie.com/the-lost-songs
lyrics coming soon!

untitled 3 (PROD. MICHAELLINK)

PROD. @wendigowendigo

lineup:
BRUHMANEGOD @bruhmanegoddd
CXRPSE @ssjcxrpse
MKULTRA @mkultraproductions
FL.VCO @hellomesq

LIAR (PROD. WENDIGO)

PROD. @brahmvn

lineup:
CHRIST DILLINGER @christdillinger
EDDISON @954edd
LIL DARKIE @lildvrkie

SEE YOU AGAIN (PROD. BRAHMAN)

PROD. @mkultraproductions

lineup:
LIL DARKIE @lildvrkie
BLCKK @blckk
CHRIST DILLINGER @christdillinger
FL.VCO @hellomesq

SHIT ON MY PLATE (PROD. MKULTRA)

PROD. @mkultraproductions

lineup:
MKULTRA @mkultraproductions
BRUHMANEGOD @bruhmanegoddd

NUMB (PROD. MKULTRA)

i will make you see god

Right By Your Side

FROOT RING (PROD. LiL CUBENSiS)

(RIGHT ON) X8

SOMETHING TO DRAW
NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE ON
I SEE ELECTRICITY IN THE PYLONS
LOOK AT IT RUNNING THE RACE 

EVERYTHING YOU DOING ERASED 
WHAT IT FEEL LIKE?

HIT WIT THE MACE

TIGHT PACE WHAT IM KEEPING
GOT THE REAPER ON ME
LIKE YOU 
WHAT THE HELL WOULD I BE 

WITHOUT IT

IF YOU THINK IT
SHOUT IT 

LOST MY MIND
I THINK I FOUND IT
AWAY

LIVE TO FIGHT 
ANOTHER BRIGHT DAY 

I AM GOD 
SO WHY WOULD I PRAY

YOU ARE GOD
ABOVE A WHITE PAGE

THE CREATOR
MAKER OF RAGE

PAINTER
PAINT THE CANVAS
I ATE THE MANTIS
I SAVED THE PANDAS 
I HATE THEY BRAND US
CAN US LIKE SOME KAMPBELLS
JESUS HAD NO SOCKS UNDER HIS SANDALS

I CANT RIDE A BIKE WITHOUT THE HANDLES 
I CANT RIDE A SCOOTER HAVE A TUTOR 
SHOOT THE BUDDHA EAT SOME GOUDA 
SAY IT RUDER, TELL WHO DID I TRAMPLE

RAMBLE

ON ABOUT SOME NONSENSE 
I’M UNCONSCIOUS
I DON’T HAVE CRICKET FOR A CONSCIENCE 
KELP FOREST WHERE THE MAGIC CONCH IS
VIOLENT CRUCIFYING LIKE IM PONTIUS

PILATE FLYING HIGH ABOVE OLYMPUS 
SHE’S AN ANGEL GIVE THAT BITCH A NIMBUS
BANGAL TIGER BITING OFF YA FINGERS
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THESE PRINGLES?

IMAGE IN YO HEAD IS HOW I WANT IT
FINISH ON THE BED AND LIE UPON IT

(CHORUS)

IN THE CAR IT MOVING FAST
FOOT UP ON THE GAS
EVERYTHING WE TEND TO PASS
LEAVE IT IN THE PAST
I KNOW WHAT MY MOMMA ASKED
I JUST DIDN’T ANSWER
GOT HER FOOT UP ON THE DASH
SHE MY TINY DANCER

SHE MY TINY DANCER
MOVE IT HULA GIRL
NOT A GIRL WIT CUTER CURLS
IMMA STACK THESE COMMAS
WE COULD BE LIKE THE OBAMAS
WE COULD RULE THE WORLD
BABY GIRL JUST PICK A COUNTRY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NO MONEY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NOBODY

(CHORUS)

BREAKING BREAKING DOWN THE GAS
DON’T WANT SMOKE WANT CANCER
YOU COULD YOU COULD YOU COULD
ASK
YOU CAN’T GET ME CANCELED
SHAKE IT SHAKE IT SHAKE YA ASS
HOW IT IN YO PANTS TOO?
HOW HE DO IT?
YOU COULD ASK
GRIP THIS PEN NO PENCIL

BABY BABY BABY
GIRL
SHAKE THAT ASS FOR A NIGGA I’LL GIVE YOU THE WORLD
MAN I LOVE IT HOW YOU BEND YO BACK AND MAKE IT CURL
YEAH I PUT THAT NECKLACE ON YO SHIT LIKE PEARLS
YEAH I COOK THAT ROCK I STIR IT MAKE IT TWIRL

(I FREESTYLED/PUNCHED IN THE NEXT TWO SONGS/STORIES)
(I DON’T WANNA WRITE THEM DOWN)

(8:15)
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED MIND
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED PAST
IN THE TROUBLE I GREW UP FAST
IN THE RUBBLE I SIT MY ASS DOWN

I’LL SMOKE YOU LIKE I SMOKE THAT GRASS
I BROKE HIM LIKE I BROKE THAT GLASS
I DROPPED OUT I AINT GO NO CLASS

HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT FRIENDS
HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT OF PEOPLE
CUZ LOTS OF PEOPLE ROUND ME WERE EVIL
CUZ LOTS OF NIGGAS WERE WEAK AND FEEBLE

OM
THANK
GOD THAT I GOT OUT ALIVE
MY MOMMA NEVER LOST FAITH IN MY MIND

LET IT OUT
(SCREECH OF PAIN)
(X8)

WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS TIL THE MORNING SUN
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS NOW IT’S BORING SON
NO ONE WOULD PLAY WITH ME I’M THE FOREIGN ONE
HE AINT HAD NO BUTTHOLE SO I TORE HIM ONE

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A COUNTRY WAS NOW I’M TOURING ONE
ALL I WAN DO IS GET ON TRACKS I WAS BORN TO RUN
IN THE FIELD I GRIP THAT STICK IT’S A HOLE IN ONE
WHY WOULD YOU COMMIT A CRIME WITH A STOLEN GUN?

RAT-A-TAT-TAT
GRIP THAT GAT AND PUSH HIS HAT BACK
IS YO MOMMA PROUD OF YOU NOW?
NO SHE’S NOT THIS MUCH IS TRUE NOW

RIGHT ON

(OUTRO SKIT)

SHIT ON MY PLATE (PROD. MKULTRA)

SPIDER GANG