art by @dartmakesstuff
track 4 recorded/engineered by reedsnovember
all other tracks recorded/engineered by the traumster

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SPARCADE

lyrics:
(fatty rip) 
I CANT
I CANT I CANT
I CANT
I CANT I CANT 
I CANT 
I CANT I CANT
BITCH I CANT I CANNOT CARE
BITCH I CANT I CANNOT CARE
BITCH I CANT I CANNOT CARE
BITCH I CANT I CANNOT CARE 
BITCH I CANT 
I CANNOT CARE 
-
SMOKING DOPE UNTILL MY LUNGS BLACK
FUCKIT ROLL THE Q OF THE MF RUNTZ PACK
FUCKIT RUN ATCHU FOR THE MF DUBSACK
IF I RUN AT YOU, BETTER MF RUN BACK
-
I CANT 
I CANT I CANT
BITCH I CANT
I CANT I CANT
BITCH I CANT
I CANNOT CARE
BITCH I CANT
I CANNOT CARE 
BITCH I CANT
I CANNOT CARE 
BITCH I CANT
I CANNOT-
-
I DEMONSTRATE THIS SHIT AT BEST
A MOTHAFUCKA BREAK HIS NECK 
HE TALKING SHIT UP ON THE NET
BUT WHEN I PULL UP HE CONFESS
IM IN THIS BITCH I MAKE A MESS
A MOTHA FUCKA GETTING PRESSED
YUH 306 WE DO THE BEST
IM FINNA PULLUP INA VEST
-
*switchup*
OKAY WE SLAY SHIT FADE SHIT
LIL BITCH IM RUNNIN UP WIT THE K BITCH
THAT PUSSY BOY INTO MATRIX
NAH LIL BOY ITS NOT VACANT OKAY
-
OKAY WE FUCKED-
FUCKED UP
IM IN A FUCKING DUMP TRUCK
TRY ME YOU GET FUCKING CUT UP
IM IN YOUR FUCKING GUTTER 
I DO NOT FUCK WITH- 
-
WIGSPLIT HIS SHIT IM IN YO FACE LITTLE PRICK
BITCH ROLL UP WITH K AND I RIP 
CUZ IM A MF DICK
BITCH I DO NOT GIVE SINGLE SHITS
IM RUNNIN UP WIT MY CLIQUE
BITCH I PUT YOUR FACE INNA DITCH 
AND BURY UP WIT A STICK.

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I CANNOT CARE//VACANT (P. GUNK LOVER/ TRIPLESIXDELETE)

VOMIT VICIOUS : A COLLECTION OF SONGS TO DESTROY YOURSELF TO
GET VICIOUS,
 MIND THE BOLLOCKS

VOMiT ViCiOUS FT. LOWKI [PROD. DELIXE]

Abolish Human Emptiness (Prod. Takeer) [EXTENDED & REMADE]

Collateral (PROD. RACCOONZ)

i was so down bad, bitch i was so down atrocious
i done went out sad, chasin the love i was poundin potions
now i done seen yo dream destinations around the oceans
you silver spoon, little dude, fuck you know bout what’s spoken

they said i be soundin emotionless
back on the ground i’m motionless
ceiling spinning motion sickness
called for help, was no service
in the function i get so nervous
i forgot what copin is
all my mechanisms pestilential
muthafuck if i got the best potential
when I drop dead bih don’t be sentimental
wake better be turnt, turn the set eventful
i was stuck deep in them trenches jus tryna recover
it’d be the most minuscule presents I’d buy for my mother
but she still done expressed gratitude
reassured me son I’m not mad at you
jus want the business away from the crib
feds stompin new level of magnitude
gravitate past where you had assumed
now they want kno why I’m actin rude
wanted advice I ain’t ask for nudes
no Steve urkel issa family feud 
they was beefin over income sources
never wanted to fall in love, them bitches forced it
done seen my loved ones die right in front of me, that shit is morbid
for the fallen, we pickin orchids
pop a bottle on the ship that’s boarded

EMOTIONLESS (prod. ymar & saintgabriel)

salary blown on coke and jack daniels
not referencin the soda pop, nostril packin substantials
got medicine bottles holdin lots, all stashed in the flannel
every other organ persevere what cardiac couldn't handle
what else is new, if i forgot to call back, circumstantial
shelf containin the bible, clutch it from mad different scandals
pulled the sword from its stone, the edges dull we done hadda hit anvils
king couldn't live up to his name so the gatherin cancelled
christian dior matchin the sandals, spark a match to the candle
everyday happen to gamble, used to smoke packs of the camel
crushes in abundance push or shove, no fucks given about my well-being
strictly the swell speaking, wish i never felt freezin
wish i never felt no feelings, behind the shell sleepin
used to be luxurious compared to all the extra shit
nemesises every inch henny sippin, and penicillin
meant to kill the hellhounds, soundin more like myself, bitch i'm trippin

kid done kept a rocket in his denim pockets
he tried to holla at his ex but she done said to stop it
disassembly lever met him and his head is throbbin
but pussy's pussy, pussy boy, guarantee necks is poppin
snow bunnies hoppin down the trail, thought i seen peter cotton
i can't relate to them, the paths i'm walkin be untrodden
finger brushed the fruits of the labor, but the peels was rotten
the fuck i'm workin for, next century we forgotten
but i still wake up every afternoon and need to clock in
we never adapted, we adopted
we sacrifice our sanity ain't even pleased wit the profits
if i peep the pearly gates, he gon take the key and then lock it

SANDALS (prod. brice)

coolin, boolin
bitch i'm coolin
you kno that i'm boolin
don't fuck up my vibe, lil shawty
don't murder my high bitch i'm coolin
you barely get by, lil shawty
i heard you in spite cuz i'm boolin
got zkittlez i'm tastin that rainbow i'm breathin pollutants
ride me kingda ka whole meat is amusement
yo heart in shambles i ain't mean to do it
if i love her i might eat the bitch booty
don't want dialogue can't you see that i'm booted
glock 17 wit a beam and a coolant
leave a pussy bitch face bloody wheeler yuta
leave you without a trace, buddy can't peel the shoota
boy get out the way, fore it be gushy really remove em
won't get up i'm lazy, cop another meal from uber
my uber big body XL no otto
fuck around hit a lick on a del taco
got two runnas wit me phantasma legado
open the drawer you done thought i sell lotto
i'm sick but i promise the cough from gelato
you don't even kno, no rocko
intercontinental no don muraco
i'm in her mouth i feel like mr. socko
homie came out the muthafuckin grotto
boy you a pussy you a fuckin gato
new puerto rican plug he call me cabron
yo music garbage we throwin tomatoes
i'm oblivious to that price tag
ain't into this, they wavin white flags
bitch i don't people, i like bags
all i do is flex, why them guys mad
head got a red X i'm on high demand
won't get off on me, no rebate traps
you an undercover call you DJ vlad

KOOLIN (prod. fony wallace & ottoXL)

recorded/engineered by reedsnovember 

fucked on his bitch, he deleted his avatar
you ain’t swervin you ain’t even have a car
everyday splurgin gourmet wit the caviar
mario bros off the E I done grabbed me stars
came outta jail and he turned to a charleston chew
yo day one done got popped like a Xanax bar
i ditched the pink and I got me some darker juice
cuz the valves in my heart got the fattest scars
gla gla boom, scar tissue, bih did me dirty it’s hard to miss you
you not a big dog, shih tzu 
i want that lip, naw I won’t kiss you
this ain’t no make out hill
all we ever do is take out bills
reunited wit my old junkie, still on his regular same downer pills
I’m tryna hit a point where I won’t ever needa juug again
i shot the venue up cuz they refused to book my friends
big foot lil pedal, we pushin metal, you strugglin on ya look for ends
asked me if I clipped her friend, yes I did but I shook my head
I’m the 5 time world champion I hit an opp wit a big book end
Louisiana kitchen whip the breasts we cookin legs

AVATAR feat. REEDSNOVEMBER (prod. fony wallace & maxvon)

they like why he causin mayhem
called shawty my girl but she remind me issa they them
done woke up wit a brand new bag on my side we spittin amen
he tryna reprimand wit one of my guys, still finna spray them
i'm shujinko, you apep
i taught you right, still take left
final boss of opps, we break legs
pussy boy get bopped, no apex
heard you got whatchu rock from payless
heard she wanna give top, hoe say less
finna stunt in the box, no latex
thoughtchu gettin to the top, bro ain't next
big steroid glock, we aim for necks
wish a muhfuckin opp would take a step
big doink to the noggin, delay the stress
reconsider hoppin that gated fence
done said a lot, they take offense
ion give a muthafuck
ima live, i'm puffin runtz
de la hoya uppercut
now ya boy is shuttin up
beans no goya tucked as fuck
that young man he chickpea, falafel
i wish i could be docile
he wish traumster was fossil
i'm trippin off these bottles
yo bitch be colossal

KAMIDOGU (prod. cxlxb)

low battery remaining
i lost my charger wit my bed frame
count the stars, equivalent to the heads that came
wish i could replace my membrane
ain't on the guest list, we check names
comin for the king's throne, checkmate
when we commit crimes, we premeditate
super heavy, that boy a flyweight
call me out cuz my pupils dilated
i relapsed shawty, that's my mistake
herb potatoes wit that nice steak
heard the draco when he got in my face
disturbed, it's tornadoes in my place
me and my mans we gedo and jay white
club bussin bullets, bitch hang tight
ex wanna fuck, made her pay for pipe
lil bitch act like a fuckin crackhead
playin possum, i act dead
out the water no great white
smokin runtz my lungs is gettin tumors
i shoulder shrug at these hoes cuz i kno they spreadin rumors
bag built like yokozuna bitch the traumster lex luger
too intoxicated to take you home, girl jus get an uber
i heard that lyft cheaper, you not my bitch either
i'm tryna atone for all my sins and dodge the misdemeanors
here's some breesh for your jenner fillers pay off the lip procedure
number of friends decrease, multiply connects wit chicken dealers
that shit be dave's hot, robberies never played cop
traumster not a difficult man to find lay in the same spot
pantry was abandoned had to flip some discs at gamestop
bitch we can't be cool if you don't show love when my tape drop
still abusin substances physically feel my veins clog
you don't even ball and you nun but net, can't hit a bank shot
ain't a hassle to get you depicted on a tank top
bitch that shit a g-shock, that don't be no angelus watch

LOW BATTERY REMAINING (prod. prxphecy)

i done ran up a bag by simply bein the traumster
been felt like rondonumbanine lil bih i'm keepin the launcher
opps get nuked, on 25 killstreak
thot on her two, she empty, i'm filthy
said you got tool, where ya weaponized skills be
civilized man, won't tell em i'm guilty
still in the trap, still in the trench
still in the trap, still in the trench
you still a rat, you a detective
you still a rat, my doggy gon fetch em
gave a bih top tier dick, waddle out my crib wit her bootycheeks clenched
and you kno that the opps near quick, shot em out bye bitch, wonder who it be next
ready for the next battle, i'm mishima
piggies and cattle gon claim misdemeanor
shit that i dabble in sayin i'm cleaner
no structure in life but fuck an intervener
ima fuck her off a bean cuz i'm him
nosferatu sunk my teeth in the clit
ima grown ass man, i can't beef wit no jit
you a broke ass man, seen you chiefin a clip
traumster walkin (8x)
traumster walkin, made em do a triathlon
yo bitch a leech, need a wallet to latch on
ima salamence and yo mans a bagon
i'm nick cannon got about dozen sons
i gave yo bih a lil son, turned an opp to a whole stepdaddy, yea
and she finna go binge on drugs without me, told the hoe send addy, yea
she suck my dick wit a fruit by the foot
a young entreprenuer, i move by the books
walk in this bitch they assume ima crook
on jersey shore lil snooki want smoosh smoosh

WALKIN (prod. ottoXL)

tell me where you sleep
when you dont answer me 
the time is way past 3
losing it cant think
your existence suffocates me 
its been harder just 2 breathe 
 
i see you've gone your own way 
i always knew you'd run away

y҉o҉u҉r҉ ҉e҉x҉i҉s҉t҉e҉n҉c҉e҉ ҉s҉u҉f҉f҉o҉c҉a҉t҉e҉s҉ ҉m҉e҉

SHOUTOUT @prodjopxt 

SHIGEO 2K23™

LYRICS:

(CHORUS)

Another day, Another day
If making music is my sandbox then I’m gonna play
if making music is my canvas then I’m gonna paint
I’m gonna do this til I die, become a fucking saint
Release my pain on this beat, go insane
I’m inane
How do I explain
What’s inside my brain
It’s a drain
Feeling super strained
But I try to live without restraint
What remains is these rhymes inside ingrained
Okay

(VERSE)

Now I’m going too hard, math test
Make music on my mattress, yet y’all can’t even match this
This rap shit is a habit
I wanna grab a beat, proceed to stab it
Kill this shit like Elmer J. Fudd with a rabbit
I wanna make some moves like it’s chess 
Stress on my chest
That I must become the best
Veins popping out my neck and I’m screaming what the heck
All I want to do is make some tunes and take a fucking check
But

(CHORUS)

It’s just another day
Just another day
If making music is my sandbox then I’m gonna play
if making music is my canvas then I’m gonna paint
I’m gonna do this til I die, become a fucking saint
Release my pain on this beat, go insane
I’m inane
How do I explain
What’s inside my brain
It’s a drain
Feeling super strained
But I try to live without restraint
What remains is these rhymes inside ingrained
Okay

ANOTHER DAY.

ANOTHER DAY. (PROD. JOPXT)

LIKEME! Ft. BLCKK (+wendigo)

LLSW LLA LLEZ MISS YALL ETERNALLY
sendtraumsterbeats@gmail.com

EMOTIONLESS (prod. ymar & saintgabriel)

THE TRAUMSTER

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