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Never fold, I'm one of a kind
The one that's guiding sheeps
And their love for my guidance is abiding
Peep all these foes pretending on wanting alliance
Creatures they lurk in my back, I won't take the stabbing

I step back dodging, put em in a coffin
Let their ego hurt while they stalking me in silence
I'm up up geeking, while they ain't achieving
Ima make em wish they mama had em aborted

I hear that drone in my head
I hear that drone in my head
It ain't a tinnitus
It comes from under the bed
It crawls from under bed and through the furnitures

It is a feeling of dread I'm juggling with
All the leeches try to jump at my neck
They aiming for the jugular
Their jealousy got em wrecked up
And their rectum full of facts that they could never accept
I'm always winning


I hear that drone in my head
It comes from under the bed
It crawls from under bed and through the furnitures

That's a painful smile
Teeth cracked up, took a punch , took a jab for this
Took a dab of that digital crack for this
For this bitch of a life ima take the whole knife

I got acid burning down my throat
Finna be alone for the sake of just feeling alone
I be digging my own hole
Oh no, some things they never change
The pain won't ever go away
It keeps on growing like a never-ending flow , no better days

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Lord Gasp X Sect Unit - Bloody Crescent

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stogie! (PROD. RULZ ON)

COLDCASE W/ K.V.N +Prod. kvn+

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!
..

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Mr Disaster

Written and produced by Gullyspit

Lyrics coming soon

Kowloon

Scheming (PROD. BY BLUDMONEY)

KILL YOURSELF SAGAS XI-XV DROPS 05/26

[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE}

2 strikes
turn that pussy to a sacrifice
slash n gut the gar
ash the blunt and park
roll the window down and ask the price
i've always hated flashing lights
i'd rather grab the mask and knife
snag the cash in spite the fact i smashed your bitch for asking nice
i'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
i bag the ice
ignite the rags in gasoline
one strike of the match and now we talking thrice
3 strikes
i might forget the events of tonight
ruby all bite
leave em bleeding
leave the scene and say goodnight

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

if we got business motherfucker
let me know
everybody know my rep since 1994
i don't swing high if i got that nine
bitch in Calvin Klein
blunts borderline
fuck it still smoke it anyway
i be that suicidal worshipped idol
filled up with that medication
burning bibles 
grab your child
chopper style a generation
reading revelations got me thinking
been ready to die but i ain't got no fucking patience
you feel me

[VERSE III: SHAKEWELL]

waking up dirty sodas get poured in
i had some blues, but i sold em
keep k's in glocks, but they stolen
i might just flip em and profit
makin more off licks
run your pockets
my OG's poppin a rocket
i pray to God they free Gozm
but God don't hear me
these prophets is all too fake so i'm mobbin
if you can't get em
i got em
pull up and handle the problem
squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
now you standing bloody can't breathe
got goonies who gone off that tweak
sip syrup and drank Hennessy
that just be the truth through these streets

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

VENOM (FEAT. SHAKEWELL)

prod. @lunartalk

cold dark apartments and alleyway parties

I'm outa the speakers and into yo head

rhythmic arrhythmic I'm calculated 

the way that I paint it and now you see red

I promise you hommie hypnotic and holy

you follow my meaning and hear what I said

weed in you hand with that drink in your belly

It's scary how closely you follow the dead


maybe it's habit or maybe your habitat

either-way breath let it all be unsaid

down in the culdesac smoking your handicap

parasite walking the streets that you tread

follow my lips 

watch as I dictate the way that you trip

every line hits like the back of the drip

drugs are my vehicle you are my bitch

feeling that itch as I pick at your core

can't look away from the horror in store

feeling the surface scum run for the door

demons and devils a snake in the score

even me out 

flip on the fear

try to pretend that it's not in your ears

feel the impurity sink to the floor

hide from the sickness you know disapears

-------------------------------------------------------

scared and erratic a panic fanatic 

the pressure is static your mood systematic

your're idiosyncratic and undiplomatic

your're psychosomatic sporadic it's drastic

a sadist a vagrant your're faded your're jaded

your're wasted impatient disorientated

degraded and latent and brimming with hatred

you hate it you wish you could be sedated



flow is so evil and toxic

really there's no way to stop it 

shit is so sick it's hypnotic

burn through your soul bitch I'm caustic

constantly living in hell this room is your jail your bed is your grave

slaving away for that minimum wage 

smoke till your feeling the weight of your cage

feeding you shit that you want

i got the shit that shit that you crave

Summon the demon that haunts you

leaving you sick and depraved

struggle to breath shit is nauseous

working my way in subconscious

I won't leave easy I promise

I am not here for the profit


tossing your easy I'm feasibly dangerous

make you feel queasy and weak is my aim just

give in to me and let make your flame hushed

forget your name and the reason you came what

you want to do i do better in bulk

you follow words from my mouth like a cult

you want the feeling and I get results

I got the sickness that's makes you repulsed

The Sickness (prod. lunarvision)

Prod. @oticah

I need the drip like i'm geeking,

Fuck with the coke and I'm feinding,

Pour me  a drink and I'm steaming,

I do not have a good reason...

I need the drip like your bitch need the dick,

And my nose is all bloody and full of the shit.

Fuck all your music this party is shit,

And your hommies all wack,

I just need me the drip...

Doing up lines in the kitchen,

Shut the fuck up and just listen,

I am the god of your system,

I am your universe gifted,

Fuck all you faggots I'm ready to kick it,

I'm living existence so sick that it's twisted,

I'm sniffing the shit like a coke zombie,

Buy more, I got more on me...

I NEED THE DRIP

Wasted as fuck I just need me the drip,

Puking up shit in the sink like a bitch,

Slurring my words I'm incurring the hurt 

I'm returning to dirt and I'm scratching the itch,

Slipping in comas and sleeping in piss,

Taking the hit I ain't eat in a week...

Cutting up lines ain't enough for your bitch,

Bits of my sanity starting to leak,

Balance on low I ain't got it today,

Need me a baggie no work and no play,

Getting so desperate starting to cave,

One in my arm just to start off the day,

Live like an animal die like a thief,

Live like a Ubermensch die like I'm weak,

Stare in the mirror I can't get to sleep,

But I know that for sure that I look like a creep...

The Drip (prod. oticah)

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

Lord Gasp:

Fuck that, finna feed from their souls
Acting like a soldier till I pop the skull
Line em all side to side like they animals
Sodium hydroxide till they decompose

Hey! if you think about me i creep out the crypts
Ima come to your bed and eat out your ribs
And i think that it's a little bit bitter
Yeah from what i remember your bitch tasted better!
On my wrist i wear the rest of all their veins
Cataclysm mercenary with the blade
In a hurry i bury him in a minute
Keep his spinal cord and go tangle that up in my curtains

Paris green, Yung ditto, Lord Gasp
Split personality but i'm wearing no mask
Hoe said she want it Nastii, fuck her with the feet (Feat)
40k on the table i split that with my g's

Nastii:

No illusion I been working
I ain’t sleeping 
Lately I been barely human
Saw you fold
Cause you talk about all the shit u been doing 
You get rolled 
Toss turning 
Body purple from the bruising 
Hold tight 
All this spite 
That shit be ready for abusing 
I need combat
Fuck em all these people 
Waiting for they chance 
Got a knife up to yo spine
When you get that first advance 
All you built yeah look around
Just a castle made of sand 
Go ahead, step inside 
Little sacrificial lamb 
Fuck that 
Coming in swinging 
When we done 
We leaving gasoline in 
Burn it to the ground 
That’s message 
Go ahead and fucking read it 
Paint the city black
Stomp out everybody kneeing 
Wrap the bodies in the flag
I know the feds is gonna see it

Witchouse 40k:

Pull up to the party I ain’t lookin like I’m sober
Walkin out the coffin yeah I’m finna feel social
Walking out tour body got some blood up on the Gosha
Pull up to the party just to act like I don’t know ya

Pipe down, done gone
Trash on the mask, I don’t fuck with VLONE
Black for the casket, bad to the bone yuh
Veins full of habits, past full of ghosts

Hello, I’m looking like a witch I guess you didn’t get the memo
Finger on the stick I’m in the game you in the demo
Said he want a feature so I send him to my Venmo
Coughing like I’m sick I’m rolling smoking on the endo
Hello, I’m shooting at your clique I leave em looking like jello
Cutting up a brick I stack a hunnid like some legos
Only wearing collars, I got diamonds on the bezel
Click clack, cock back, take his diamonds with extendos

Lord Gasp :

Fuck that, finna feeding from their souls
Acting like a soldier till I pop the skull
Line em all side to side like they animals
Sodium hydroxide till they decompose

Hey! if you think about me i creep out the crypts
Ima come to your bed and eat out your ribs
And i think that it's a little bit bitter
Yeah from what i remember your bitch tasted better!

MUSIC VIDEO

CAUSTIC SODA  ft. Na$tii & Witchouse40k  [prod. Na$tii]

Lyrics:
I’M THE MOTHER FUCKING JIGSAW.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I MIGHT JUST RIP YO DICK OFF. 
PLEASE JUST WATCH YO MOUTH BEFORE YO ASS GET CURB STOMPED. 
IM IN THE FRONT, AND YOU IN THE BACK SO YOU BETTER WATCH YO SHIT TALK. 
I'M ON THE GRAM AND THRILLER AND YOU STILL ON TUMBLR AND TIK-TOK. 
WE ARE A DIFFERENT BREED YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE CANT TALK. 
IF YOU GON OPEN YOUR MOUTH THEN YOU BETTER BE READY FOR BIG COCK. 
I'M ON ROLL YOU BETTER BELIVE THAT I CANNOT BE STOPPED. 
YO BITCH THINK IM PRETTY. 
WHEN IM UP IN HER IM MAKIN HER JAW DROP! 

STILL COOK DOPE, IN THE KITCHEN, YO BITCH STILL, IN SUBMISSION. GOT DEM CHICKENS CALL IT KFC BECAUSE ITS FINGER LICKIN. 
HATE MY SELF, YES I DO. WANNA DIE, NOTHINGS NEW. 
TAKE A RAZOR-BLADE INTO MY VEINS TO SHOW MY BLOOD AIN’T BLUE. 
Smoke exotic, then some crack. 
I ain’t never comin back, level my lows with my highs a perfect relapse. 
Go to sleep, take a nap, i can get higher than that. Kinda tried of people talkin when they fell off the map.

I’M THE MOTHER FUCKING JIGSAW.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I MIGHT JUST RIP YO DICK OFF. 
PLEASE JUST WATCH YO MOUTH BEFORE YO ASS GET CURB STOMPED. 
IM IN THE FRONT, AND YOU IN THE BACK SO YOU BETTER WATCH YO SHIT TALK. 
I'M ON THE GRAM AND THRILLER AND YOU STILL ON TUMBLR AND TIK-TOK. 
WE ARE A DIFFERENT BREED YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE CANT TALK. 
IF YOU GON OPEN YOUR MOUTH THEN YOU BETTER BE READY FOR BIG COCK. 
I'M ON ROLL YOU BETTER BELIVE THAT I CANNOT BE STOPPED. 
YO BITCH THINK IM PRETTY. 
WHEN IM UP IN HER IM MAKIN HER JAW DROP!

Lord Gasp X Sect Unit - Bloody Crescent

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