prod @gullyspit
cover by buvard, based on Togawa's Tamahime sama
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Nowadays i’m feeling like i’m reaching for air
Want my ransom, a gentleman but i’m throwing tantrums
Nowadays i’m feeling like im reaching for air
From my underground lair , pull my hand out the land grab a ankle

Waste my lifetime , weight the product, brain lasagna
ineeded something brighter, all my hope was being smothered
Needed something smarter , feared of being smaller
Than my father really wanted

Something inside his eyes grows
He got blood on the nails that dug holes
He was sculpting, fucking his own skull
He got bugs in the head that won’t go
X2

Yeah i feel this world owe me nothing less than i damn wish
I’ll be begging for bigger pockets to fit the bands bitch
See, my soul’s tapestry going harder than 10 bricks
We aint cut from the same fabric , i come from god’s dick

Rational thinking is off
ima make it my way like a child
unperverted by nature 
fuck out my face if you think that i’m wrong
your intentions ain’t pure , all you want is a feature
my mental is precious
cant possibly fold to the pressure, surrounded by leeches
i’m off to the moon
always getting high in my room
im recording until i retire my booty

stop, chop chop
im a cut you like a crop top
cut you out my life cuz you a fuck
pussy boy weasel dont put your nose in my shit
feeble motherfuckers and they bluffin, you a phony bitch

bad brothers
depressed lovers
and brave suckers
this is for people with young hearts like ben button
death covering , scent of a man’s suffer 
with great problems , fuckers this is for my clique

BRAINZ!

LURK ⚬ RAZEGOD ✝︎ NOTIONS - BELLY UP

@lordgasp X @sectunit
prod. @triplesixdelete

mix/master lordgasp

Lord Gasp X Sect Unit - Bloody Crescent

prod @triplesixdelete
mix/master lord gasp

Lord Gasp & Outsiderx - Torches

RECOIL 

VIDEO : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnJAAm-Jwco

prod @nimbustwokay, @killjei & @lordgasp
mixed by lord gasp

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lyrics 

You thought that I was gone
But i’m back in the flesh
There’s sometthing in the corridor that follows all your steps
bitch I pull up at your door
Gimme skin , gimme cash
Gimme drugs, gimme love
Gimme this , gimme that
I’m bout to wolf the fucking planet down
Let’s gobble every town
And everyone around it, lemme swallow all these fucking clowns
I’m out of bounds
And bitch i’m bout to bounce
Out the timeline quick
I’m bout to

Uh wow
Fresh new pose
Bout to tap into new power sources 
Y’aint safe close
Nerves exposed
Mana run thru every finger 
See the ten lights glowing

Shake the whole game, get fucked by your creditor
Wait your whole face might pop, check her juggular
Giggle all day, thang bright, specular
Thank god, see i thank myself, no genitor

Always pissy
Finna smoke the whole pack
You can’t kill me
I’ma always come back
Mind is splitting
Sorry it’s just the way we are
She said don’t be sorry shit
Shit goes kinda hard 

Break em like it’s bread
If I see red
You know shit goes down
Snap em like a thread, you go to bed
Lil bro get racked out
Blunt out 
Like we rolling heads
If you want smoke now

> VIDEO <

Recoil

Produced by Gullyspit
Cover art by Gullyspit


Lyrics:
Is he a Man or a Monster?

Verse 1:
Why you creeping? Where you going? What you looking for?
I can help you, come inside now let me shut the door
Take a seat , can I get you something to eat ?
I can tell that you been craving looking grayer than the street
Grit ya teeth, Huh
Take a breath I know your ready  
Hands are heavy but your finger tips are empty 
Brought you back out of that coffin got you stuck to me like flies
I just a need a second nothing precious about your time 
Crooked smiles , missing teeth , with the wicked grins 
Missing needles, broken vials, and them sticking pins 
Sewing back up what was taken from your skin
Daggers in your smile 
Use soap before you rinse 
Washing off the stains, see your viens, get a glimpse
Nearer blood the bloodier it gets 
Remember every face paranoia in the flesh
Nothing worse than those empty little threats

Hook:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette 

Verse 2:
Broken heels, bloody soles, running nose
Leaving places that nobody ever goes 
Except for piggies and the crows
Masterpiece complete done by numbers in row
I got leaches for your poison 
I got poison for your woes 
Death here in abundance I got violence for the show
Kick yo shoes off at the door and kick your habits out tomorrow 
Nothing but your time and your time is only borrowed

Bridge:
Its only Borrowed x2
Nearer Blood The Bloodier it gets x4

Hook x2:
We the wretched
The seeds on the concrete
Mold in apartments and blood on the white sheets
We the dreaded 
That turn down the wrong street
Fear in your stomach 
Violent we might be 
Violence is likely 
Waiting for the ready set
Shredding like I’m bucket head
Shadow like a silhouette
No escaping from his vision like it’s infrared 
He ain’t get the message so we snuffed em like a cigarette

Outro:
Take more drugs

Crooked Little Veins

with @JaeAlaska

Prod @Gullyspit

Lyrics soon

Hotkeys w/ Jae Alaska

prod. Nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
rec/mix Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

always had it in it, the core sweats fuel
that gon tear my carotids
wit but lethargic
the brain stay rotting
the flesh peels off as i walk all the birds keep dropping you can smell it
you feel me
always got it hanging, the knoose by the neck and it tightens by the minute
ain't nothing new, ain't no other way to spin it
If yo beads cross mine, pick yo feet, start running

Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon
Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon

I’m a big steppa, big boots to your jaw 
the balenci bricks , yea the ‘roids’ to your jugular
they say i’m a sick cynical with bottomless scars
I could feel like quitting, leave it all, go die in the forest
yall make me sick but listen I keep leading the heat, 
the glass shards through my dermis I keep walking like jesus
tide taller like lemme peep just over I reach
for bright stars then I squeeze em in my palm till it bleeds

Everyday feel like the same now
It don't really feel like it’ll change no
pull me the fuck out my head now
head now

shit's tense and it kills all hope
you can feel your noddle floating and the air gets cold
Quick temper, I got dislike for every sentimental being
let the thin ice broke

I've let the thin ice broke and fell back in the creek
I’m collecting thick scars, come and get your own if you need
y’all putting a fake smile, dont tell me you like what you see
pull out the big 9, put this fucking world on its knees

Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon
Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon

Blood Marathon

USPS (feat. Witchouse 40k) (prod. Y$57)

RINGWORM (feat. KXLLSWXTCH)(prod. tyler creed)

Witchouse 40k - SKULLY (Official Video) Dir. KING ZABB
HHM 747 T R A S H
M/V: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEMI33sShx4

(Hook)
Pullup I’m leavin em pocketless,
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin the shadow they followin 
Forty up on my wrist,
I don’t wanna call my bitch,
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech*
(Verse)
Pull-up I’m takin yo chain away, he want favor I’m makin em pay me
Said he gon fade me, I’m making em fade away
I send a shot at the op by daily/
From the trenches, 40k wita rocket
I keep it on me I ain’t ever gon lack 
Yeah you got a gun, but never gon pop it
Im sendin a shot leave some holes in his back
Yuh aye
I’m in the city, lil bish Imma pull up and shoot up yo block 
You cannot get me, i tag em, they toes looking heavy, I’m leavin a trap where they walk
51/50 I came wita beam on the bottom, I see em and shoot em a lot
You ain’t no gangsta, lil bish you a pussy, you talking but never gon shoot at your ops/
Taking your chain away
Causin a homicide
Talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die
Glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized
He levitating, I’m leavin em petrified/
I flip a check that I cannot deposit
Im never gon talk less we talkin wit straps
I’m never gon lack, 
If I’m on the block alone bitch you know I Keep that Glock in my bag
*Blech*
Pullup I’m leavin em pocketless,
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin the shadow they followin 
Forty up on my wrist,
I don’t wanna call my bitch,
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech

Lord Gasp & Outsiderx - Torches

LORD GASP (@lordgasp)