BREAKUP (Prod. Stoic)

not a foreshadow

Deathcore anthem


Written, Performed, and produced by Jacc0

LeaveMeAlone

(DIrtyslxth)
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(verse)
I just ben trappin ain't showing my face ain't toting two guns but switchblades
why is you talking you built like a brick you's a bitch mane, you bitchmade
my baby she screaming cus i am the man i'm fucking her ass like six ways
my tummy is turning i'm sick and i'm yearning lil bitch i ain't eat in like six days

LAYLOW Feat. GRIEF

Written, performed, and produced by Jacc0

Lyrics:

I cant feel a fucking thing

I cant see a fucking thing

I cant feel a thing
as I carve into my flesh to see 
if I'm still awake
If I'm truly alive

I cant see a thing
as I drift into the void and wonder
am I still awake
am I still alive

Into the void 
I can feel my soul drifting away
Into the void
I can cast my soul away

I cant feel a thing
as I carve into my flesh to see 
if I'm still awake
If I'm truly alive

Into the void 
I can feel my soul drifting away
Into the void
Cast my soul away

Into The Void

Prod.GunkLover

Lyrics -

switchin up my style I am on that trap metal shit 

switchin up my style i am on that trap metal shit
bitches hear me screamin they dont quite get what the message is
bitches hear my screamin all they know is how to question it
they don't wanna get it y'all are drownin in ur ignorance.

switchin up my style I am on that trap metal shit 

aye
yall dont know it yet but im here to put the metal... in trap metal

lemme put this itty bitty chrome up to your dome 
i hate to break it to you but ur never going home
i aint fuckin wit you bitch cus ur a fuckin clown
lemme see ur face again you'll be the talk of town            

switchin up my style I am on that trap metal shit

Trap Metal $hit ! ! !  [Prod.GunkLover]

PRODUCED BY: Sounwave
All rights to appropriate labels / producers / writers of the original song.

Lyrics:
I was blazing with my friends
Backwoods are the only way to blend
Her daddy’s a cop, I don’t think I comprehend 
The blackjack gamble that I’m putting myself in
Cards laid out for a future but I’d rather play pretend
Betting my life, the devil I might befriend
Used to use the Bible now the Glock is my only defense
I act good and hood but I’m safe inside my bed
The man I portray myself to be could break me like some bread

Hey bitch 
Hol’ up (Hol’ up) Hol’ up (Hol’up) 
Hol’ up (Hol’ up) Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
This is the genesis
Nevermind, spark another blunt, kick the seats back and motherfucking reminisce 
I was dead broke but I can’t show it, we went to H&M
Trying to seem stable for my girl, 80 dollars spent
Might not seem like a lot but that was all that I had
Had to make a sacrifice cuz’ rich *BLEEP* (are) in demand

Runaway was our favorite song, not by Kanye but Jack Stauber
And im sorry to bother but are you still there father?

I know its been like 2 years and i just appear but i want to make this clear
Thank you for being in my life i treasure it like a souvenir 

You can cover up your splinters with veneer but they dont disapper
In love with the racks and the sack call me a queer 
Type of shit i say in school or people wont take me ser-

-iously, i been scarred from love so if i was you i wouldnt touch me
Ruined relationships cuz’ all i wanted was a girl to suck me
Now aint that fucking ugly?

Yes it is, I think that its low down too
To let your emotions pin you down and get ahold of you
But my brain got soft and my dick got hard
So i looked at my morals and then I disregard

I never thought id do that, but apparently my brain isnt as atrong as your ass
Call me Baby Keem, cuz’ your my orange soda crush
Used to deal with my problems now 3.5s in a blunt
I love you baby but you know that i got love for the Runtz 
Matter of fact imma go ahead and spark another blunt

This for the people at school, rapping before dismissal hit the clock
Always got the strap on me like a tranny bitch with a cock
Im going HAM in her AS-S, middle eastern like Iraq
Enlightening these motherfuckers call me john how im locked
I really want a girl hate that im alone when i walk
I dont know if im high but shes looking like a fox
Putting bitches in the chalk like a character you aint unlocked
Sorry kendrick, i wont say Hol Up’ because i wont ever stop

Love for the Runtz (Hol’ Up Cover / Remix)

first things first, let me get this party started
hit my plug and he pull up, and gets me proper tarded
i ask him for them goobers, with the goodies he imparted.
“i need some frank sinatra” “all i got is seth mcfarland”

he told me sat my ass back down this trip is only starting, he gave me paper crazy, brain communicating
SOMETHINGS FUCKIN WRONG
AY
I can feel that somethings wrong, my body aches with shakes and tremors like it’s parkinson’s

like it’s jumping in my brain
got me barking like a dog
got my vison hazy like i’m walking through the fog
Ay
dimensions got mysteriously shaded i don’t know where i am
Intentions got deliriously Jaded, and i can’t trust no man

Paranoia looming heavy on me, it’s clear to me you tryna make a zombie out me
but i survived lobotomy’s, phlebotomy
draining my veins, carotid artery erupted.
left me tryna scream, blood spurting through my teeth.

hit me with your best shot, guaranteed by the end of the night, i’ll be sparring with god, from spring till the fall. mortal kombat, the way i fight to the top
what is the winning call
do i be killing? nah.
i just be bringing all, slaying goliath with sling that i’m swinging round. i do not make a sound.(shh)


sirens and angels, they cry, but to me they all sound the same
keep to my wits and bricks so i do not sound insane
solitary blue canary, speaking truths, on thee contrary
butts and boobs, designer shoes, in my future my palms are hairy

cuz that shit that i’m serving is always gourmet
you don’t get to hate
sit on the platter, bones clatter, dinner is death, and you are the main

course of course, i never compensate, my dick is long
your sweet dame, never seems to complain when i serve it straight and raw (uh!)


RRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK IT UP AY x10 or sum idk

DISASTER

give up

Written Prod and Mastered by Jacc0
Performed by Jacc0 x DionSumn

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Let Go (Feat. DionSumn)

Yk the sound they make late at night when ur tryna sleep? Ye

M0SQUIT0S THICK JESUS X KREEP

$ |_ @ |<   G @ |\| G
Maybe i was the fella the whole time…
And maybe it’s always been ironic

BREAKUP (Prod. Stoic)

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