Crickets

CHRONIC SACK BL8DEZ X BUMBOI (Prod.BUMBOI)

Single 1 from upcoming album 'imploder'

prod @nimbustwokay & me
mixed by me

LYRICS

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

leave him red like he rudolf
Bonk him in the head till he lookin like a doodle      
I cant slice thru cuz the fuck blade too dull
had to fit him in a 2 door
Its hate venom in me cuz these snakes tryna grip on

Now try to push a word out you gon eat both boots
Bitch rappers put more shit out than their
booty holes spew
Let that thing dangle
Pull the lead out , toasted dude
then at night turn a bitch into a toaster strudel

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

*self imploded trash*

driving my head in the wall
i got a creek in the torso
and it’s flowing a hate of its own

I see red, all i see is red
everywhere I go
only red around me, i’m seeing red
all i see is red

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like druggin her lemonade
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

plenty perkys plus she pop em like they mint
swear to god that pussy bubble gum she pop that sugar pink
case beater, gucci mane, depp johnny
no game lobby but he left red dead bloody

from the dreads to the bed head they already know me
bread chubby, checks by the ten copies
i see red
i see red

I See Red

thine zoe, thine foe feat. slmdnk! (prod. cyfal)

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!
..

>STREAM<

Mr Disaster

prod. @aragoth_die
written / performed by @blckbrds
engineered by @tumaggz

VANITY

mix by gullyspit and dollbreaker
production by xenochiva

ANTLER BLADE (w/ GULLYSPIT) [XENOCHIVA.]

Coastlines

prod. VEINN & CASTLECORPS

Lyrics:

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

Neck yourself
Making me laugh you think a vest will help
Hahaha
Might wanna check yourself
Like you was putting something Nike on
One call green light and we get 'em gone
Mason Margiela sweater stepping in some Louboutins
Its umbrella weather waiting for the slip and fall

(But wait, there's more)

I'm the best it's irrefutable
Pressure point squeezing your cuticle
I got you inside the palm of my hand
Blick take you to prom it want you to dance
Rubber wrapped around my dozens of bands
I'm up
None of you got any fans you suck
I mean ones that are real
You got IG followers but not any skill
That's why i gap y'all
Add an E i'm thick as hell (gape)
New gap I just hit it and it fucking swelled
I'm an attack dog back off
Hit you with the chopper like a blackhawk
Ass off what I had to work
I'm boutta blast off like im off of earth
And I just laugh all day at you ants
Peons
Know that y'all tryna jack what I be on
Laser came with the stick it's neon
The only thought in my head that keeps going is-

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

2025

2025 (feat. NIKKO)

KILLER BOY

STREAM HERE -> idm.fm/itcreeps

with @sectunit (Cardeaire Jack) 
prod. @nimbustwokay
mix by me

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LYRICS

Lord Gasp :
I feel my life’s been slowly taken away..

who up creepin in my basement lately
one eye open i’m a cyclope, baby
both hands grip tight locked on my sanity 
that sick thing that i carry starting to carry me

WHO UP creeping
like slime in the attic   
cyanide smile
lick his lips like wow
the eyes roll back
with a snow white glow
and god cant hear me thru this twenty buck door

WHO UP creeping
like slime in the attic   
eyes roll back
with a snow white glow
blood runs black when the drug cease flow
and god cant hear me thru this fifty buck door

My broken teeth
big hollow cheeks
black color forming pits under my eyes, it creeps

slow cadance
no calories, can’t balance me
bank teller the only one that comfort grief

shit bottled, bad rubber neck, keep poppin tears
i buckled up and ride the train, my brain is bleached
my wrinkles turn to jello, i rang out of reach
they come fuck with my shit when they ran out of meat

I feel my life’s been slowly taken away..

Sect unit :
I'm a broken muhfucka it’s been like that for a while 
ever have to wake up every day and force a fuckin smile 
i ain’t like these otha niggas bein emo, for a style
yall just wanna be cool, im paranoid with mental issues
like who you talkin to my personality is split too
either way i don’t wanna hear it so i just gotta dismiss you 
internal battles, i don’t know which part of me to commit to
hallucinations, who the fuck is callin my name
stayin sober cause i dont wanna, alter my brain
maybe im goin insane
maybe im not
but really who callin my name, like can you just stop
and all the creepy shit i see i might just paint a picture 
i used to drown myself in liquor don’t give me a mixture 
i tried to get into the scripture it wasn’t a fixer
im feelin lost, in my head is a dim light that only flickers

Lord Gasp:

I feel my life's been slowly taken away..

It Creeps (ft. Sect Unit)

LORD GASP (@lordgasp)