D3ZTRVCT10N  feat. Jacc0 (prod.) SXULLESS

(lyrics)
Watch who you pressin pussy boy it ain't me
Bitch we stomp down yo block doin shit you won't believe 
If we pull on our beef who's the shooter you won't see
Oh I know it's not you why you fuckers scared to bleed

In the cut on yo block in yo home you get shot
What's the word you get pop look all bloody need a mop
To the face Its a race to the death I'm amazed 
Leave you slumped in back never shootin just to graze

He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death

Do some basic shit in this game you don't impress
Can't compare to me you can't push up to the best
Bitch we rowdy I'm a punk just for fun we make a mess
If you really think you tough why you scared till ya death

He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death

(kentearr)
where the fuck did i go 
where the fuck am i at 
im looking all around me all i see is skeletons 
you looking right at me bitch you looking at death
put coins in my eyes ima guide towards the pits

you dont wanna come along nah lil nigga don’t pretend 
ima star in my circle bitch my gang a pentagram
turn his ass into a pack now we smoking human grams
now im waisting all yo cash
now im fucking on yo bitch

munchin on her she a treat
ima leave her she a trick
spooky ghost and what comes next
just a hella boddies layed

just a hella more heart break 
whered the fuck did love go
where the fuck is it at
i think i left it with the back

He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death

Do some basic shit in this game you don't impress
Can't compare to me you can't push up to the best
Bitch we rowdy I'm a punk just for fun we make a mess
If you really think you tough why you scared till ya death

He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna ride bitch I think he scared 2 death
He don't wanna fight hoe I think he scared 2 death

SCARED 2 DEATH (feat. Kentearr) (prod. axelbloodyaxel)

4DASPORT (feat. mothfecal)

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•

[Intro]
What the fuck? Ion give a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hahahah (get the fuck put, get the fuck out) - I didn't do that shit
It's not even me (get out, go, go, go, go)

[Verse 1]
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, shoved back in the corner alone
Holding on my own hand, hold on, abuse when I'm lacking the tone
Can't reach me again, I changed that number
Or did I? I'm losing track of the path I chose
Deadass deadeye, never miss the mark or I'm close
Used to being alone
I miss my home away from you people
Away when I was alone
Away from the drama
Away from niggas
Away from feelings you hold close
I figured out myself
Saw the truth laid on the floor
I'm the fucking problem
I'm the devil
I'm a saint reborn

[Verse 2]
Let's talk about it, I can't do no wrong
In fact I love my enemy
Know I'm here for the long, steadily
Feels like my 2nd, 3rd respawn undoubtedly
Word to the moon god Khonsu
Moon Knight mental
You are not a friend of we (Smoke Bomb)
Interconnected virus like a python
That's just snake to the enemy
Truth in what I preach, peep true religions on my ass
Demonia's never have my size, it's Nike's for his ass
Never updated my loadout from BO3, KN master class
I might have to switch up and go prestige, you still stuck in the past

[Interlude]
I don't care, I don't give a fuck
If you don't know who you are do that shit by yourself, a aha
Fucking pussy, figure it the fuck out
Figure it the fuck out
Figure it the fuck out
But like, it wasn't even me
I didn't do it cause I'm a fucking bitch and I won't go through it

[Verse 3]
Say it, Say it, Say it
Say I'm the worst mistake alive 
Know you hate me so you love the way I self depreciate 
Mamma hold my hand, I might crash out on all my meds
I'm shaking in my collar, overdosing on my bed
Vicodin my drug of choice at seventeen I had to switch my way
Thought I shook my problems, demons haunt me every single day
I knew I was sick, tried to blame it on the meds
I might shove those pills into my face and try my luck again

[Verse 4]
Truth to my dead, Im better
Practice resistance, the form got better
So did the music, my pen game wetter
But truthfully I'm still deader
Anger's that place that I hid in better
Smoke got it on lock, remember?
Take off on em, leaving no feather
Can't hate on this flow if you're proper
Bending em, leaving em stranded
Manifest everything I never gotten
Identity rotten, been up for question
Been up every night of the week
Can't function
Fuck a safe space
Fuck the safety
Only one must not a maybe
I'll kill myself than kill myself than kill myself again to find identity

IDENTITY.PRISONER. [Prod. YBT]

SICKEENINGFUXXXCKKK👹 GO GET YOUR SANDLES OUT OF THE GARAGE OR IMA HAVE TO CAVE YOU 😉😉😉

SET EM STRAIGHT! - FT KNOTTZ (PROD. PHXTON)

Execution
Burning off the loose ends
Retribution
Revenge upon an nuisance 
Executioner, the punisher, no restitution 
Brain pollution, my solution, suicidal made delusions 

None of these people deserve to be saved 
Seasons of bleeding have turn me depraved
At the conclusion that life has no meaning so I started scheming the end our age

One foot in the grave, one foot in the devils den
Skinning a killer he wanna be relevant
Ouijas demonic I know Im not heaven sent
Plaguing the clouds til all of the heavens dead

Heart attack, dont get caught lacking, 187, push the message, death
Bitch I kissed the reaper, lips to blunt that hold the reefer, breathe 
I dont fuck with gang shit, no fake shit bitch fuck yo set
Beam to your eye no lasik, you basic, OD off fent

My pen and paper is more like a chisel because my words permanent, spit like a riddle
Crawl up from floorboards I move like a critter
Grilling a fuckboy like I made McGriddle
House gotta crater like hit with a missile, yes Im on a mission to pillage a village
Target the citizens with nitroglycerin, 9 on 11th again bitch


Bleak
Awaiting the end of the week after week
Your gods all agree
Humanity’s nothing to me
Across every country and sea

Pestilence hidden carcinogen synonym
Tricking the masses to jump off of a terraces
Kidnap a family insist to get rid of em
Not about hatred, about sending messages
Villainous, Ouija stay high got no discipline
Written and spitting its venomous
Aim to corrupt all the innocent ones

Deathwish (prod. DBLOCK)

ARTISTS: ZILLVH, Ouijaboy, SNOS, & EXLAXXX
PRODUCER: ANTYDE
ARTWORK: ZILLVH

HELLCORE x MISSING PEOPLE
#missingpeoplecult #hellcore

LMFAO! (W/ Ouijaboy, SNOS, & EXLAXXX) (Prod. ANTYDE)

ART BY JELLO (FUGGITTTT)
PROD BY ME AND WAFFARCHY

FIVEFOUR:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1znGtm4mJZs5l6ourifULy?si=8QjABrSeRKm5yXW6H7ECew

https://www.instagram.com/fivefour808?igsh=dnhkMXd2eXA5ang5

https://on.soundcloud.com/Wbt7686hWw5zXV5b9


WAFFARCHY:
https://soundcloud.com/prodbywaffarchy
https://x.com/waffarchy

MY SOCIALS:
https://www.instagram.com/prod.guardian/
https://www.youtube.com/@prodguardian
https://soundcloud.com/prodguardian

LYRICS:
(GUARDIAN)

OKAY BITCH YOU WANNA FIGHT ME?
YEAH HE WANT THE FUCKIN SMOKE 
BUT HE GON HAVE TO FIND ME
GOT THE FUCKIN BRASS KNUCKLES
CUZ IMA MAKE EM BITE THESE
AIN'T NO FUCKIN THUNDER
WHEN I HIT HIM WIT THE LIGHTNING 
GOTTA DUCK THESE COPS 
WHEN IM COMIN OUT OF HIDING 

YEAH, I RUN AND FUCKING DRUM 
BITCH I GOT MY FUCKIN CHOPPA OUT
IF THAT BITCH IS ACTIN DUMB
POINT THAT SHIT UP TO YO HEAD
I DO THAT SHIT THAT IT IS MY FUN
COUNT TO TEN BCUZ I LIKE TO WATCH 
THOSE STUPID FUCKAS RUN!

I JUST WOKE UP BUT I GOTTA GET MY BLADE OUT
HEARD HIM TALKIN SHIT IM MAKIN SURE HIS BODY LAID OUT
WANNA START A WAR? WE GONNA SEE IT FUCKIN PLAY OUT
GET THAT FUCKIN CHECK AND BITCH YOU KNOW I FUCKIN PAID OUT

LIKE A STEAK KNIFE
CUT HIM AT THE RED LIGHT
I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU
BETTER KEEP A FUCKIN PIPE
TELL YOU MATTER FUCKIN WHAT
I DONT THINK I WANNA FIGHT
BULLET INSIDE HIS BRAIN
I THINK THAT IS A BETTER NIGHT

(FIVE FOUR)

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ITS THE SAME FUCKING SHIT
COKE ON THE COUNTER, BRAINS IN THE SINK
EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ALL A MOTHA FUCKA THINK
FREE ALL OF THE FELONS PUT THE FEDS INSIDE THE CLINK

PUT THE FEDS INSIDE OF PRISON
LET THE FELONS RUN THE STREETS
FIRST DAY I GOT OUT OF JAIL MY LAWYER PAID ME FOR A FEAT
I GOT BLACK AND I GOT WHITE BUT BOTH THOSE FUCKERS MAKE YOU GEEK
AND I SPIT THAT FYE IM LIKE THE DEVIL IN THE HEAT

MR. FUMBLIN, THATS YOUR MIDDLE NAME IF YOU WAS WONDERING
SO MUCH FUCKING PUSSY ON MY HANDS I STARTED JUGGLING 
SMUGGLING, I PROTECT THAT PACK JUST LIKE WE CUDDLING
TROUBLING, I JUST FOUND A GLITCH INSIDE THE GOVERNMENT

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ITS THE SAME FUCKING SHIT
COKE ON THE COUNTER, BRAINS IN THE SINK
EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ALL A MOTHA FUCKA THINK
FREE ALL OF THE FELONS PUT THE FEDS INSIDE THE CLINK

(GUARDIAN)

I JUST WOKE UP BUT I GOTTA GET MY BLADE OUT
HEARD HIM TALKIN SHIT IM MAKIN SURE HIS BODY LAID OUT
WANNA START A WAR? WE GONNA SEE IT FUCKIN PLAY OUT
GET THAT FUCKIN CHECK AND BITCH YOU KNOW I FUCKIN PAID OUT

RUN AND GUN! FEAT. FIVEFOUR (PROD. WAFFARCHY)

phone cracked to fuck (ft. quadthedarkgod) (prod. @triplesixdelete)

WATCH THE VIDEO https://youtu.be/bSPmpK7BiKE?si=ZHEOU1-gTYeoaWHa

LOWER CLASS 
WHITE BOY 
SOUNDCLOUD RAPPER
FROM THE SOUTH
WHATS THIS SHIT ABOUT
KNIFEYS GOT NO BANDS TO COUNT
HATE THIS FUCKIN STATE
AND THAT REBEL FLAG 
THEYRE ALL CRAZY BOUT
LAST TWO YEARS
I WAS SPORTIN SUCH A TIRED SOUND
GOT SO FUCKIN BORED
I HAD TO HOP BACK UP 
AND CHANGE IT ROUND
KNIFEHAVER
HAD TO FUCKIN BITE BACK
OR NEVER SEE THE LIFE THAT OUR
PARENTS WANTED MY ASS TO FIGHT 
HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF THE PEN?
I CANT DO IT
GREEN LIGHTS SHINE BRIGHT OVERHEAD
GET TO MOVIN
GET IT GET IT GET IT

SHOOT FROM LITTLE ROCK TO PETIT
I GOT KNIVES MAN IM A MENACE
I LOVE COUNTIN GREEN SO MUCH
ITS LIKE I GOT A MONEY FETISH
POP POP GOES A FUCKIN SAWED-OFF
BUCKET IN MY HANDS
THINK ITS BOUT TIME THAT YOU SOD OFF
GOD-AWFUL BEATS
GOD-TIER FLOWS
KNIFEYS INFLUENTIAL 
LIKE A FUCKIN FED POST
GOTTA DUCK QUICK
WANNA PLAY SHOWS
KNIFEY GOT YOUR SPEAKERS BLOWIN OUT
LIKE BOSE
UH FLOWS SO

ELECTRIFYING LIKE A CONTROLLED SHOCK
UH
ALL THESE PUSSY BOYS SO ARROGANT
WITH THEIR TALK UH
CATCH ME LABELLED AS A TERRORIST 
ON FOX UH
ALL ILL SAY IS SOMEONE SHOULDA BEEN A BETTER SHOT 

POP OUT TO A SHOW
IF YOU WANNA SEE MY DOWNFALL
YOU AINT GONNA SEE IT 
BUT YOULL LEARN JUST HOW I ROLL
BALL TONGUE
MY LUNGS 
INHALE EXHALE
IM A FUCKIN PRODIGY 
I ROLL LIKE SAXTON HALE

KNIFEY AINT A MOTHAFUCKIN 
PUSHOVER
FOR HALF THE KIDS THE FAMES FROM LUCK
A FOUR LEAF CLOVER
COPYCATS LOOKIN LIKE STRAYS
IM THEIR FUCKIN OWNER
YOU TAKIN TOO LONG TO RESPOND
IM ONLY GETTIN OLDER

YALL TRYNA LOOK LIKE KNIFEHAVER
YOURE JUST BLADEHOLDER
YALL CALL ME THE DEVILS AGENT
BITCH IM GODS SOLDIER
IMMA KICK IT TILL MY TIME ON EARTH 
IS OVER
STAY THE FUCK UP OFF MY FUCKIN TERF 
IM AN OGRE

I DONT THINK THAT YOU GET IT
IM LIKE A FUCKIN FORCE OF NATURE
ALL THE LINES THAT IM PENNIN
TO LET OUT ALL MY FUCKIN ANGER
RAGE AND FUCKIN DEPRESSION
CAUSE I AINT USIN THE COAT HANGER
I DONT FOLLOW ANYTHING
THAT AINT BORN INSIDE OF A MANGER

IMMA DUMP A FUCKIN CLIP 
INTO A COP CAR
EVERYTIME I WRITE
IM SPITTIN FIRE 
LIKE IM CHARIZARD
YALL SO SMALL YOU LOOK LIKE ANTS
IM A FUCKIN AARDVARK
IMMA LEARN YOUR FUCKIN 
PERSONAL DETAILS 
IM NARDWAUR

DOG PARK

DOG PARK (PROD. KNIFEHAVER)

Lyrics:

I don’t need no gun I’ll snatch your soul up with my fucking hands
The oppers on my block they tryna run me down don’t think they can
They out me on the news I don’t think think that they fucking understand
That I’m not human got you screaming I’m a demon not a fucking man

Like bitch why the fuck you think your bullets they can stop me
I’ll wear you like a fucking coat so maybe you could haunt me
Oh he’s a killer? Your guts I fill up, with bleach you can’t put me down
I burnt down the villa, turn to a thriller, I taste blood I relapse

I’m in the pit with a broken nose 
I cannot fuck unless she let me suck her toes
Police on my ass and you know they won’t let me go
So I turn around and the pistol they let it blow

Bitch I’m undead you know that they can’t kill me
It’s the mustache maniac got them filming
Snuff films and the bodies in the back they burning 
This shits to Xtreme no it won’t stop hurting

Bo)
Real disrespect 
Came here to kill everybody 
It’s gone’ be a homi 
50 shots out the Hyundai 
Run up and get dropped 
I put your bitch ass in a box 
I put the nails in your coffin 
I’m on your block I take a walk 
Now his body outlined in chalk 
Use your head before I cut it off 
Off off 
Chop your shit off 

Dobbie)
fuck dobbie
i hate that bitch 
yeah riding down the block 
but you can catch me in the fucking pits 
smoking on spliffs 
not no swishers 
what you think this is 
blood on my kicks 
i’ll stomp you out 
yeah i’ll fucking spit 

blood blood , now you leakin blood 
run run , you better fucking run x2

I don’t need no gun I’ll snatch your soul up with my fucking hands
The oppers on my block they tryna run me down don’t think they can (you better fucking run)
They out me on the news I don’t think think that they fucking understand
That I’m not human got you screaming I’m a demon not a fucking man

Like bitch why the fuck you think your bullets they can stop me
I’ll wear you like a fucking coat so maybe you could haunt me
Oh he’s a killer? Your guts I fill up, with bleach you can’t put me down
I burnt down the villa, turn to a thriller, I taste blood I relapse

4DASPORT (feat. mothfecal)

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