LYRICS: 

smoking everyday to keep the death away from me
fuck my rotting corpse that’s covered all in fucking pee 
I never really wanna live in peace or die in ease 
I wanna end it all, hang my body in the trees
or throw my rotting body on the streets 
or do whatever the fuck you please 
drop me down to my fucking knees
everything’s is a fucking tease

I do not understand myself 
with so much up in my mind, my vision fucking blind
I do not feel so innocent 
so much ugly sins on me, I fucking hate my skin
please kill me i can no longer stand myself
I was never meant to spend another minute in this shi 
please kill me I can no longer stand myself
sovi why don’t you just kill yourself 

I’ve tried but that never fucking worked so take the chance
I’m caught up in a trance where I forever wanna dance
to die deep underground, thats where I forever wanna stay
I will keep on wishing upon death from day to day
have my body rot and decay 
for everything to go away
so I can finally feel okay
so I can finally feel okay

PLEASE KILL ME I CAN NO LONGER STAND MYSELF

Nip Slip [Prod. mysh’yak]

PRODUCTION AND ARTWORK BY T.J.R
Lyrics : 

I already slayed this demon once 

Maybe not I guess I never won 

I use to do art drew my nigga  as the sun 

Since then  shit went down now it’s lost it’s fun 

I know you want the best but I can’t get it done 

If the reason why I’m up motivated by front 

Clawing for some air gotta  get me out of my thoughts 
Got my Feelings dripping blood 
But The bud will make it clot 

I need some help for Christ sake 

I know I got what it takes 

I just keep making mistakes 

And they policing my complaints 

I’m outside it’s looking great 

This Dutch master  seal my fate 

I put my problems on the table I ain’t rapping like I’m drake 

I ain’t rapping like no nigga that put out his first tape 

I fell off my own bike but I remember all the scrapes 

hurt myself but keep going like I’m in a drunken state 

And On top of that my niggas down to smoke until we break 
 

Take responsibility 

Learn accountability 

And  nigga Light a bowl if you feeling me

Gotta lift yourself up

Cause everybody get tripping 

So don’t fall and get stuck 



This is a Interlude  Song From The Album : Blunt Rap Self Produced by me dropping soon share this and help me get this album heard :)

SMOKE BREAK

[LYRICS]:

I HAD TO LET IT GO
I HAVE NO SKIN
VELVET EXECUTION BURIER
I WAS WROTE IN WITH THE BLOOD OF AVID CARRIERS
NOTHING REALLY MATTERS
THE BASTARDS WITH LIMBS THAT SHATTER
RUN FASTER FROM THINGS THAT MATTER
AND HIDE IN ARMED BARRIERS

TOUGH LUV IN A SENSITIVE CITY
THE VEILS ARE ALL BUT LIFTING
WHILE OUR PROGRESS ITTY BITTY
WORSE THAN THE TOXINS WE'RE EMITING 
KILL THEM IN ONE SITTING
BLOODY ROOMS SMELL KIND OF ICKY ICKY
YOU HAVE NO SKIN
WATCH ME DO AWAY WITH THIS BRAWL THAT'S WITHIN
SKINLESS AS YOU CRAWL
WHAT THE FUCK WAS DONE IN?
WATCH ME KILL YOU ALL, YOU SHALL HAVE NO EFFECT

KNØTTZ - NO SKiN [PROD. 0R.LOVE]

SINISTER KIDZ (PROD. NXTTY)

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :

I still roll with a swish 

puff smoke for a genie that ain’t granting no wish 

Ain’t lying  to you niggas it’s Mary Jane that miss 

I looks past my own plight grab the mic 
Then I spit 

They ain’t got time for therapy 

I make time wit my wrist


 I do that shit with my lips 

The tRuth is writ in my quips 

They say you’re time is ahead 

You Wear that shoe if it’s fits 

They want the bullshit to hurt 

Don’t let ‘em know if it is 

I look helpless when I stumble 

Know the woe is in me 

Happy memories is now the foe of many 

Dreadful moments 0 to 50

Just another day I’m cold and living  

Talking fast on a trac phone like i’m running low minutes 



Left my shoes at the front door 

I Walk a Hallway of glass until I can’t no more

My feet hurting 

but end is worth the sores 

I been under too long 

Even the demons they been bored  

Self pity is pathetic yet here I am again 

Smoke a blunt again 

Memories won’t win 

I forget so I can live 

I repent so I can smile 

To a god ain’t what it is 

It’s the Mary Jane I love 

I been bitten since a kid 

But I cant crawl walls 

When the goblins flying in 

That’s a green that I can’t see 

That’s a shade that I can’t be

Grape swishers what I hate  

But I roll it when I need  

You can’t understand the green 

You cant hurt what you can’t see

GRAPE SWISHER

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :

Back when Dutch masters still said vanilla 

We was getting high 

We ain’t need no one to lift  us 

I’m Still getting by but my body need to heal up 

There’s was no guts know we always had a pre dump 




Why you  tryna match if you got no fire 

Can’t tell my truth out of fear of where You lying 

Take it one blunt at a time i know that im trying

Why the Insecure out here  Tryna stop the Open minded 

Bet the bulb started started shining and the brightness Left them blinded 

Guess the sheep don’t see that the wolves is right behind em 

He could steal all the wool and they’ll still never find him

Tired of fronting the ones that I smoke with 

Know that the green can control yo emotions

boy lost his write he don’t even notice 

Cash in the  red now a nigga can’t focus 

Life wilt away  it’s a beautiful lotus 

When you Only see  ugly when you only see bogus   

Make a nigga wanna quit if he had the motive  

Back of my mind 

Back in time is where I’m going

Back when Dutch masters still said vanilla 

We was getting high 

We ain’t need no one to lift  us 

I’m Still getting by but my body need to heal up 

There’s was no guts know we always had a pre dump

DUTCH MASTERS

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :
Mind a zig zag 

Started on the paper now he blunt wit his words 

Took a long time to build the courage 

Started out simple now I’m on the verge 

Of being great or I’m getting worse 

I can’t tell  when  I spit a  verse 

Living is the only way you  learn 

Fire ain’t the only thing that burn 

Stegosaurus way I love the fern 

Asteroid of thoughts gon occur 

Killing everything I've been taught 

I Think of everything that I dropped 

Then it wasn’t real now it is 

I Hate the way I thought as kid 

I Didn’t finish school wish I did 

Now I wonder how I’m gonna live 

When my mind think of what it is 

Collapse inside my self once again 

I get paranoid when they show love cause I don’t know if it’s real 
 
 triumphant or defeated I don’t really know what to feel 

Same cycle day in day out I don’t really  wanna know the drill

But the sgt keep calling names 

I don’t wanna be in this place 

But the draft doesn’t feel same 

I was put  here for a reason 

I can choose to leave but my loved ones say they see it as an act of treason 

Music and the weed keep my clock ticking at this point know I need it

ZIG ZAG

Produced By T.J.R (Artwork by GHOSTWHEEL And T.J.R)

Lyrics :
I’m writing for my self 

I’m writing bout my health 

Hoping I get well 

This one ain’t bout talent 

This a show and tell 

Finally got to it 

In the hole  he fell 

Try to see my folks 

They been dry as hell 

Tried to  see my nigga

Made a plan it failed
 
Breaths I still take

On this earth I am 

However it  pan 

can’t desert my man 

I ain’t got no fear 

Failed attempts 

The Reasons  why   I’m still here 

Spit the loudest facts 

 they could never hear 

Been confronted death 

And The head he rear 


Dreams I always have

Of the things I want 

And then I wake up 

Know  reality is  always deep cut 

The guilt i felt for months 

Left me spilling guts 

 like a split blunt 

Only good for one 

Only smoke it once

You ain’t getting none 

We ain’t doing fronts 

Why the black mild 

Try to Kill the ones   I love 

I ain’t talking gar 

Metaphor for drugs 

Not another bowl 

I really need a hug   
  
Take my life away 

If the passion run 
I won’t catch up 

I’d rather see the sun 

See him once again 

When my life is done 


On and on it go 

Thought of letting go 

Conscious what I loathe 

Mental health it froze

Flower in the rolls  

Thaw my mind my with those

 head been feeling low 

 brothers they don’t know 

Cant see  threat I  pose

To my very own 
 

Soul 

Soul 

Soul

BLACK AND MILD

CuPiD STruCK (Prod. thelilbird)

ran outta drugs break my face on the mirror 
cut open throat can you talk any clearer
faggot ass fucker cock sucker piss drinker
hate being sober just another pill popper
mother fucker hate myself but i hate all yall more
if i get another bad look ima kill you whore
all you weirdos are a minor threat 
catch you irl break yo neck
goin cast a spell to kill the rest
talking smack pussy fucking with a hornets nest break break yo ribs yo goddamn chest

BR3AK Y0 CH3$T

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ZIG ZAG

T.J.R

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