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K.V.N//7Ł - FUCK THE WORLD (PROD. SKOTSKR) *OG VERSION*

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
wide eyes sewn shut
i wanna hear you give up
I wanna hear you take it 
far below the plastic 
sewage in containment
hounddog on a leash
by the heel ever patient 
end up as a patient
a column a digit a statement 
nip tucked for engagement 
island of Moreau 
made you a beast for that payment 
broken on the pavement 
car alarm ringing from a
single cell connect that’s a sleeper cell agent 

Chorus:
No love get down
this a fucking state of war 
hell hounds on the ground
In your guts, eat more
Love and Rigor Mortus
Use me like a whore
Squeal City bitch
We gon' eat you off the floor
x2


Verse 2:
they calling OSHA
we ain’t working with no safeties 
tight around the hip
we getting fit like it’s the eighties 
Push illegal pieces
like the UN into Haiti
she wanna have my kids
won’t stop swallowing my babies 
hear that fork scraping up pollution 
soundtrack for the execution 
I don’t want to hear you statement
I’m a fucking badge grabber and I love my occupation
I know they can’t hide
I’m an IED WHEN IM INSIDE IT
what you see been fabricated
what i gotta do to get assassinated?

wide eyes sewn shut
i wanna hear you

Chorus:
No love get down
this a fucking state of war 
hell hounds on the ground
In your guts, eat more
Love and Rigor Mortus
Use me like a whore
Squeal City bitch
We gon' eat you off the floor
x2

SQUEAL CITY

LOVE AND RIGOR MORTUS

MOLLYWALK Feat. XELISHURT & DELIRIUM (prod.BL8DEZ)

SIGNS

prod. @michaellinkbeats , @nimbus2k & me

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

this in my blood
this in my blood
this in my blood, shit
i do feel cooked
i did get cooked
my wrinkles roasted

im dry as fuck
i cant give much
i keep distortin shit

the story’s stuck, i can’t move past
i cant move past it 

True say, im bout to blow shit, hussein
cuz who said i couldnt flip script, fuck the world, give a new sway
doomsday, huh, never too far from a noose hanging
new days, i see the world through a new lens

and my shit packs a punch 
breakin chins with those joints
Pretty bitch wanna join
I aint got time i got hits to deploy

No serotonin keep movin on low
pushing my rotten body till it molds
thats a battle with my ego it goes 
And it goes and it goes and it goes

I lost my footing
falling backwards in the pit i’ve dugged
my head like pudding, pounding so hard i have to beat that noggin
but he kept on joggin till he sprints to the powder keg, to the hot bed
You could hide but in vain, like you stepped on a knife and you leaving a blood trail

buggin the boss
You’ll meet with a god
True maker of makers
I’m oozing the blisters
You sippin life from

Gargle with blood
I’m hating your guts
I’m hating the way y’all be livin
just fill me with rage and disgust

Gargle with blood
I’m hating your guts

this in my blood
this in my blood
this in my blood, shit
i do feel cooked
i did get cooked
my wrinkles roasted

im dry as fuck
i cant give much
i keep distortin shit
the story’s stuck, i can’t move past
i cant move past it

Blisters

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT +PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE+

production: Gullyspit

Lyrics: 
Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 1: 
that’s a misfire
that’s a setback
I bet that 
stitch what you can save and put the rest inside my backpack
got fun in little bottles you have that 
come on back inside and grab a blunt
got pretty girls, you like they ass fat?

i be fucking toxic
i know they hate guts 
i might stay on drugs
smoke these roaches to the nubs
pretty people in my dm's
lot of black inside my lungs
i know they wanna see me rotten
wanna fill me up slugs 

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 2: 
off the jump
need a lift come suck me up
i been waiting for minute 
every finger needs a gun
i can’t deal with more attention
but attention is so fun
you the type to run your mouth
I’m the type to make you run
it’s okay though
cause i got pockets full of bands
i got money for a second till it burns right out my hands
empty stomach like my gas tank
concrete all on my land
i got weapon that been handmade
using printers from Japan

but today
honestly today 
I feel a bomb
my face got a mask
don’t say you scared of this gun
i just need a bit a time 
this moment won’t be for long
put the money in the bag or open wide for the pump

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

On The Road

prod by Gary Wide, Nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
rec,mix, master by Lord Gasp

LYRICS

Ok big ego, small heart
I don’t need you
feed on death, i got bone parts in my bean soup
it’s that french rapper all star
workaholic too
And i’m pissed, fuck a small talk
I dont like you 

I swing rocks i dont kick rocks
Little dude
rock balenci socks in balenci crocs
rubber boots 
i’m a sick fuck, rob a wristwatch off a fool 
Get my brick sucked get her shit rocked in my booth

I hear em calling from the back
Of my skully underneath the scabs
A cynical for I call myself mister disaster
I see it crawl, forcing its way into
Leave me blacking out 
I can’t backtrack now , call me mister disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

I came to love me in a way that people hate me the most
See i gazed into abyss and it gave me a home
I came snatching crowns then grew liking the calm
I touched grass it fucked me up like bad cologne
My ripped out flesh kissed the cold 
breeze 
I connected every dot, couldn’t make sense of the T’s
kept on grinding till i fucked all of my teeth 
i held back all my words till i had to puke dem free 

disaster
call me mister disaster

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive

We made disasterpiece
We broke the kid and fleshed him to our needs
We lost control
Skin him alive


(outro)
Turn on the radio
5-13
I managed to break into the shed
Sarge i think you should come see this
-on my way
-it’s not blood, it’s something else but
Wait there’s someone in the back!
..

Blisters

LORD GASP (@lordgasp)

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