Indie edge mixed with indie Mormon

CREEP


Produced by BMTJ
Written by Thorne Baker

MANHUNT (feat. Jasiah)

PROD. @wendigowendigo

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

LIAR (PROD. WENDIGO)

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/PnKLomu50xw

EYES LOW STAY LOW
GIVE THAT BOY A HALO
OPPA CHOPPA WATCH OUT FOR THE COPPAS
EYE SIGHT DEAD NIGHT
RUN UP ON EM FAST LIKE
BLOOD STAIN COCAIN
TAKE OFF IN THE FAST LANE

QUESTIONS QUESTIONS ALL THEY GOT IS QUESTIONS
COPS TALKING OFF MY EAR THEY WANNA HEAR SHIT
YOU DON’T KNOW ME SO WHY KNOW ME
DON’T WANNA GET IN A FIGHT WITH THE POLICE

YOU GOT ROBBED
DIDN’T COMPLY HE WENT BYE BYE
SHOT UP, DEAD
FUCK YOU WANT ME TO SAY

CHAINSAW REVVIN BODY COUNT SEVEN
PRAY TO YOUR GOD BUT THERE AIN’T NO HEAVEN
CHAINSAW REVVIN BODY COUNT SEVEN
PRAY TO YOUR GOD BUT THERE AIN’T NO HEAVEN

EYES LOW STAY LOW
GIVE THAT BOY A HALO
OPPA CHOPPA WATCH OUT FOR THE COPPAS
EYE SIGHT DEAD NIGHT
RUN UP ON EM FAST LIKE
BLOOD STAIN COCAIN
TAKE OFF IN THE FAST LANE

QUESTIONS QUESTIONS ALL THEY GOT IS QUESTIONS
COPS TALKING OFF MY EAR THEY WANNA HEAR SHIT
YOU DON’T KNOW ME SO WHY KNOW ME
DON’T WANNA GET IN A FIGHT WITH THE POLICE

HAYLO (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

hate myself..... I probably do deserve to rot in hell

savage ga$p and kamaara - paranoia agent ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ w/ lil darkie (prod. novafled)

xx Life After Valium xx - Allegations

◯ Salvia Palth ◯ Dreaming

Octubre

Sleep

LYRICS:

(WELCOME TO THE INTERNATIONAL BATTLE OF THE BANDS
THIS SONG IS CALLED ANTI-LOVE.)

IM SICK AND TIRED OF FEELING LIKE IM FUCKIN NOTHING TO YOU 
IM SICK OF WAKING UP WITH COLD SWEAT DOWN MY BACK
IM SICK OF FEELING LIKE HUMAN FUCKING WASTE TO YOU 

AND THROUGH ALL THE CHOICES WE MADE
YOU SAID THAT I WAS WRONG 
BUT LOOK WHOS FALLIN NOW 
ITS LIKE YOU NEVER EVEN LOVED ME
YOU NEVER LOVED ME, LOVED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE

TOLD YA TO LEAVE ME ALONE
BUT YA KEPT ON PUSHIN 
KEPT ON PUSHIN

I WAS THERE WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND WASNT
SO, GUESS ILL TAKE A FUCKIN SEAT IN THE BACKGROUND
TAKE A SEAT WITH MYSELF

LEAD ON MISUSED
FUCKED UP ABUSED
SO TELL THE TRUTH
DID YA SHED A LITTLE TEAR WHEN YOU FIGURED OUT I REALLY DIDNT GIVE A FUCK
FEELS LIKE I NEVER KNEW YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE

PLAY THE VICTIM BUT YOURE PLAYIN WITH MY FEELINS
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU WORK IM TRYNA FUCKIN FIGURE IT OUT
THE FUCK YOU CRYIN ABOUT
YOU DID THIS ALL BY YOURSELF
TRYNA CRY FOR SOME HELP

AND I DONT WANNA DIE
YOU PUSH ME TO THE EDGE
I GOTTA CUT YOU OFF
FORE' I DO SOMETHING I REGRET

ANTI-LOVE (PROD. IMOTAPE)

Laughing Gas

Dizziness

i laughed the whole time i made this song. PROJECT MAY 18TH

DARKIE:
I’M TALKING OVER MYSELF (X4)

I AM ANGRY
I AM UPSET
I AM SURPRISED
NO ONE MADE THIS SONG YET

I ONLY LISTEN TO SONGS LIKE THIS
I’M SO MAD YOU CAN DRINK MY PISS NIGGA

AYE! REAL PUNKS KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON NIGGA!

I DRINK VERY LARGE AND I SMOKE VERY HUGE
BITCH I AM A PUNK
YOU CAN COME EAT MY PUBES

GOTH
IMMA DEMON
MY BITCH GOTH
DRINK MY SEMEN

DICK DICK DICK
IMMA TALK ABOUT DICK
BITCH SUCKING ON MY DICK
IN THE BACK OF THE MOSH PIT

OFF A PERC
OFF A BEAN
I LIKE SPRITE
WITH CODEINE IN IT

DRUG USE
DRUG USE
UNDERAGED DRUG USE

IRONY IRONY
WHAT THE FUCK IS IRONY?
I AM 45 AND THERE’S NOBODY THAT WILL HIRE ME!

DROP OUTTA SCHOOL AND MAKE NO MELODY MUSIC
PUT SOME DRUGS INSIDE YOUR BODY AND ABUSE IT
FUCK POLICE I AINT WIT NONE OF THAT BLUE SHIT
GOT A BEAT WITH BEEP BOOPS AND CHOOSE IT
ON THE MIC I HAVE A SPASM AND I LOSE IT
TALK ABOUT GUNS EVEN THO I DO NOT SHOOT SHIT
TALK ABOUT THE STREET BECAUSE I AM STUPID
I JUST WANNA DIE BUT I CAN'T TIE NOOSES

EVERYONE’S SONGS ALL SOUND THE SAME
BIGGA BONG BIGGA BANG BIGGA BIGGA BONG BANG
NIGGA HANG WIT ME OR YOU NOT PART OF OUR GANG
EVERYONE’S SONGS ALL SOUND THE SAME

MAN FUCK THAT 
FUCK THAT 
SUCK UP ON MY NUT SACK
BUTT CRACK
SMELL LIKE I JUST SHAT

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS
LIKE I’M A FUCKING JEW

WENDIGO:
I’M A JEW AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE

FUCK YOU I AM VERY ANGRY AND SERIOUS (PROD. WENDIGO)

Moment Of Joy

AND IM STARTING TO THINK THAT IM EVIL
AND IM STARTING TO THINK THAT IM EVIL
AND IM STARTING TO THINK THAT IM EVIL

WOKE UP LIKE FUCK TODAY
LIKE STEP OFF ME BITCH YOU AINT GOT SHIT TO SAY
SAID FUCK YOU FUCK THEM WE GONNA START A RIOT
CHECK ONE TWO THE CROWD HAS GONE SILENT

ILL ROB YOU, YO MOTHER, YO SISTER AND YOUR BROTHER
GOTTA PAY RENT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER
I HATE THIS PLACE I WANNA PUNCH YO FACE
SO LETS DANCE, LETS DANCE MOTHERFUCKER
LETS DANCE MOTHERFUCKER LETS DANCE
LETS DANCE MOTHERFUCKER LETS DANCE

TURN THE KEYS AND START THE CAR 
BULLETS FLYING LIKE SOME SHOOTING STARS
HANDS UP BETTER REACH THE SKY
BETTER NOT MOVE OR YOURE GONNA DIE BITCH

BOY YOURE FUCKIN WITH DISASTER
PULL OUT THE BLADE THEN ILL KILL YOU RIGHT AFTER
DAMN YOU COULDVE RUN FASTER
PRAY TO THE PRIEST BUT I KILLED THE FUCKIN PASTOR
FIGURE OUT WHAT SIDE YOURE ON
IF YOU KILL SHIT THEN COME ALONG
PUT YOUR GUNS UP ITS THE CRIMINAL SONG
WHO THE FUCK CARES IF ITS RIGHT OR WRONG

AND IM STARTING TO THINK THAT IM EVIL
AND IM STARTING TO THINK THAT IM EVIL
AND IM STARTING TO THINK THAT IM EVIL
AND IM STARTING TO THINK THINK THINK

BOY YOURE FUCKIN WITH DISASTER
PULL OUT THE BLADE THEN ILL KILL YOU RIGHT AFTER
DAMN YOU COULDVE RUN FASTER
PRAY TO THE PRIEST BUT I KILLED THE FUCKIN PASTOR

THEN THE HAMMER SLAMS
MY LIFE WENT AWAY FOR A YEAR OR TEN
CAME BACK HOME AND MY BROTHERS GOT JOBS 
SHAKIN HANDS WITH THE FOOLS WE ROBBED

LIKE FUCK, GUESS ILL START A NEW CLIQUE
YALL WEAK MOTHERFUCKERS MAKE ME SICK
SO I LOADED MY PISTOL AND WENT OUT AGAIN
ALL OF MY FRIENDS WERE POLICE MEN

SO I RAN RAN RAN TILL MY LEGS GAVE OUT
SHOT IN THE BACK THEN I HIT THE DAMN GROUND
THE SKY GOT DARK AND RAIN GOT COLD
THE PIGS ALL LAUGHED AS MY FATE UNFOLD

ONE BENT DOWN TO ME AND SAID
BOY YOURE DONE FUCKIN WITH OUR HEADS
YOU SAID KILL MOTHERFUCKERS THAT CROSS YOUR PATH
I SHOULDA KILLED YOU YEAH I WISH I HAD BITCH

BOY YOURE FUCKIN WITH DISASTER
PULL OUT THE BLADE THEN ILL KILL YOU RIGHT AFTER
DAMN YOU COULDVE RUN FASTER
PRAY TO THE PRIEST BUT I KILLED THE FUCKIN PASTOR
FIGURE OUT WHAT SIDE YOURE ON
IF YOU KILL SHIT THEN COME ALONG
PUT YOUR GUNS UP ITS THE CRIMINAL SONG
WHO THE FUCK CARES IF ITS RIGHT OR WRONG

CRIMINAL SONG (PROD. BMTJ)

DON’T STOP
UNTIL YOU GET ENOUGH
PUSSY NIGGAS THEY BE STOPPING IT
DROPPING IT
GOING ROUGH
IT NEVER STOP

SO FIGHT IF YOU GOTTA

I BE AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE THROWING UP

CUZ THAT’S THE MOTTO
LIL NIGGA NEVER STOP

MIGHT STOMP OUT A NIGGA
IF HE TALK THAT SHIT

LIKE I’M BOUT THAT POSITIVITY
BUT BLOOD MIGHT DRIP
OUT YO LIP
IF YOU TALKING BOUT MY FAMILY
NIGGAS WANNA TANNER ME
NIGGAS WANNA DARKER ME
NIGGAS WANNA BARK AT ME
I BE AT THE PARK YOU SEE?
CHILLING
I AM NOT A HERO BUT CERTAINLY NOT A VILLAIN
SINCE THE BEGINNING ALL MY NIGGAS WANNA DO IS MAKE A KILLING
YEAH I’M CHILLING
YEAH I’M CALM AS A BITCH
YEAH I DON’T WANNA WORK WIT YOU
KARMA’S A BITCH
YEAH YOU FUCKED UP
LEAVING COMMENTS AND SHIT
GOT THE SWEAT ON MY DICK
GET WET FROM THE STICK
LET IT GO!

I KNOW BETTER NOW
I KNOW BETTER THAN TO TRUST YOU NIGGAS
OBSESSED WITH YA NUMBERS WHY YOU MUST DO BIGGER?
I WANNA KNOW! WHAT COMPLAINING WHAT THE FUSS DO NIGGA
WHEN YOU TWEAK, ALL IT DO IS MAKE YOU WEAK

YEAH I SMOKED SO MANY BACKWOODS THAT THEY SWISHERS TO ME
SHE IMAGINING A SHOWER WHEN SHE PICTURE MY PEE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME 
I GOT PROBLEMS I GOT ISSUES, AIN’T NO TISSUES FOR FREE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME REALLY?
YEAH YOU SEE ME ON THE INTERNET 
YOU THINK THAT MEAN YOU FEEL ME?
YOU DON’T KNOW
YOU DON’T KNOW IF THIS A BB GUN
OR IF I GOT A REAL ONE UNDERNEATH MY FUCKING TV

HEY 12?

SUCK MY DICK
THROW 13 SHOTS NIGGA DUCK MY CLIP
GOT 14 COPS WANNA SEARCH MY CRIB
I AIN’T WANNA SHOOT THAT NIGGA
BUT HE HURT MY KID

BE A GOOD DAD
NIGGA IMMA BE A GOOD DAD
YEAH MY SON GON HAVE THEM PENCILS AND PAPERS UP IN HIS BOOK BAG
I WON’T TELL MY DAUGHTER WHAT SHE SHOULD ASK
YEAH WE GOT DEPRESSION TELL MY CHILDREN GOTTA PUSH PAST

I GRIN KNOWING WE WILL ALL BE FORGOTTEN
I GRIN KNOWING THAT I SCREAM THIS FOR NOTHING
I GRIN KNOWING THAT THE TIME ISN’T STOPPING
I SMILE AS THE FRUIT BECOME ROTTEN

My stove electric
I pulled up to the show and I ain’t even had a set list
I guess I’ll have to cook it up I’m whipping hoe let’s get this
I dropped em on the block 
For talking reckless like Tetris 
Eating I got lettuce

Bread
Bagel like your head 
Using maple for the spread
I’ll be naked til I’m dead
Baking baking lots of bread 
Bacon bacon raw and red
You running out of food 
Whatchu do
Getchu fed

Stove top
Coke rock
Whipping in the kitchen
Til I’m rich and got a bitch 
That season chicken right 
Don’t pick a fight
Let it choose you or your screws loose
I don’t know if niggas really thinking Mike?

Licking mics
(Licking sound)
Hop up on my dick until it thicken
I get bricks and make em pebbles 
Put the petal to the medal
Time is ticking
Burn a pedal
Make it quicken

If my stove was human definitely stick my dick in

(CHORUS)
(X2)

CRIMINAL SONG (PROD. BMTJ)

TEENAGE DISASTER

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