I made this in GarageBand lmfao
prod. Rxven
mixed by Rxven
mastered by Rxven
written & recorded by Rxven

Lyrics:

Woah, cross your fuckin fingers
You won’t make it out alive and I might have a fever
Burn you bitch, a furnace with this, fuck you I don’t need ya
Nightmares every night from you ya claim to bite: ya bleed first

Down at the bottom of the trench in the sludge, you heard
Fuck around and take a fuckin slit to the jugular
Menacing’s an overstatement cut the shit you’re under worst
I’ll bring God to his knees & make him beg for a hearse

Say,
That’s some trash I could to fall asleep to
Never listened to your shit but I might make a redo
How you gonna act like you’re the motherfuckin leader
You don’t even have the balls to finish tracks you dream up

Cross your fuckin fingers
You won’t make it out alive and I might have a fever
Burn you bitch, a furnace with this, fuck you I don’t need ya
Nightmares every night from you ya claim to bite: ya bleed first

Woah
Pack your fuckin bags
Get the fuck out if that was everything you had
Piece of shit with a mic can’t even suffice
You won’t amount to shit and it’s really fuckin sad

You said
“Take it back” but I don’t give a fuck about the way you cry
Staged attack online now shit you love just ran and waved goodbye
Painting pain to mask it, ain’t this a fucking state of mind?
Fade to black your mind’s so frivolous but now decayed it’s mine

CROSS YOUR FUCKING FINGERS
YOU WON’T MAKE IT OUT ALIVE AND I MIGHT HAVE A FEVER
BURN YOU BITCH, A FURNACE WITH THIS FUCK YOU I DON’T NEED YA
NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT FROM YOU YA CLAIM TO BITE YOU BLEED FIRST

WOAH
PACK YOUR FUCKING BAGS
GET THE FUCK OUT IF THAT WAS EVERYTHING YOU HAD
PIECE OF SHIT WITH THE MIC CAN’T EVEN SUFFICE
YOU WON’T AMOUNT TO SHIT AND IT’S REALLY FUCKIN SAAAD!

CROSSYOURFUCKINGFINGERS [prod. Rxven]

Dan Dipso / RiverKinn / Nyte Lo
Prod. by: coilwound
Artwork: RiverKinn

Wrong Generation (feat. RiverKinn & Nyte Lo)

Way up (feat. K.V.N x SAUSH x ZAYXSZN) prod.netuh

BLOOD DRIP 2 (Prod. Netuh)

UTOPIA

THANK YOU & GOOD NIGHT

GXTHTRVP RECORDS PRESENTS
AN ALBUM BY TXCKA
"THE BACKHOUSE"

I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS W/ ColeMane

LYRICS-



MILITXNT-

I need to cope
Lay In the water and watch as I float
Lay in the grave and come up as a ghost
Rotting in hell imma roast
Spitting up blood from my throat 
All of my hope is revoked imma sit in the dark all alone
I feel alone I have run out of hope 
Tying my neck on a rope 
Hanging me down on a pole 
Devil is taking a toll he’s lighting the fire like coal 
All of the angels will go up in smoke 
The deal we have made is a hoax 
I need to go 
Haunted by choices 
Keep hearing voices 
Actions bring habits I’m tryna avoid it 
Gray all around me the rain keep on pouring 
Filling my cup with a tear of importance 
I’m feeling pain 
Mask on my face got me feeling like bane 
The demons gonna dance in the rain 
Shake out these shackles and bust out these chains 
Come from the ground with a crown on my brain 
I feel insane 
I need to empty my head 
Put the beam to my skull make it red 
Leaking out brains on my bed 
All of the blood gonna spread 
I need some meds 
Put him in a bag hear a zip
Toss him in the back of the whip
Ready hear a blast from my blick
Knife to the vein on ya wrist make it drip
Running out of time kill him quick
Blade on my back 
Pick up the Mac add a Mag then attack 
Grind up his body and pack like a jack 
Cut off your head then I toss in a sack 



PROPHET-

Nail me to the cross 
Cuz I’m one of the gods 
god of the bloodshed 
kill for a cause 
Drag you to the woods
& your bound to get lost 
Leaving no evidence 
Case getting dropped 
Cock the Glock back
& Im letting it off 
Creep in the fog 
Cutting your throat 
when you get to the car 
See them in person 
They’re acting real hard 
Till I act up 
with the pistol 
and spark 
Choppa gets lit up like 
Candles in dark 
One in the head 
And put 2 in yo heart 
You talking hot 
And get shot on the spot 
Tighten the noose 
When I wrap round the knots 
Fuck all the feds 
Give a shit bout a cop 
Cut up the carcass 
And leave it to rot 
Serial killer 
My victims I stalk 
Follow you home 
When you go for a walk 
See me behind you 
Keep running don’t stop 
Leaking his brains 
& they outline in chalk 
Your time is ticking 
Always on the clock 
Call me the scarecrow 
always round crops 
Selling a bag 
I just re up’d the stock 
I hit the block 
With the crack in my socks 
Trap house is booming 
From cooking up rock 
Whipping the Pyrex 
Im stirring the pot 
Imma stay here 
Wether like it or not 
I’m taking everything 
Give what you got 
Stolen whips in this bitch
all of em hot 
Stole em straight
out of the parking lot
If it goes wrong 
I’m down to flock 
That’s what i do anyway 
to the opps

Bite [prod. Bloom]

LORD GASP (@lordgasp)