WITCHOUSE 40K X TUMAGGZ LEGENDARY 🫨🩻🔥🔥🔥💯💯👹👹

Production by @threeordie
Engineered by @prodjordanjay

LYRICS:

Life loves to turn you to a bitch and fornicate 
Addiction is a disease you can never satiate 
knowingly 
makin yourself sicker 
Poppin pills 
And chasin it with liquor 
Never seen someone with the flu 
Askin for a higher fever 
kids filming themselves OD
It’s literal insanity 
Losing all control of reality 
Lying to your own psyche 
In your own voice 
Telling you 
this is the right choice 


￼They telling me to smile 
But I don’t know happiness 
All I know is narcotics
So now I’m just lethargic 
One would think 
Dope would make me feel copacetic 
But I’m addicted 
and I can’t stop it
Shit is a menace
All my life I’ve had 
a morbid conscience 
Flashback to Scenarios
 from my adolescence 
Addiction talks to me
in my own cadence 
Like my brain fell victim
to a parasitic sadist

overdose [Prod. 3OD]

prod. @home_less

tried to step up
but u couldnt fuck fuck fuck fuck
wit it if u tried bitch
its the end of my time bitch
i really hope i just die quick
quick to get on beyond shit
i dont fix it up for no floss bitch
i dick it up then i raw schtick
i finger fuck all the forces
im drillin you to that morgue bitch
i pick her up like im on sniff
then put it right down like aw shit

he took my coke, n he took my ride 
said he was on that suicidal
i hook that spoke, i joog n slide
these bitches die uh oh its final
homeless man is holdin rifles

might have yo glock 
and got yo crack 
and yea you think you on

but i wont stop
till i get that
right at the break of dawn

im smokin that 
i hold it pass
just playin get me nah

im only smokin by myself
because i feel alone

im only smokin by myself
because i feel alone

i barely feel like anybody
when im in this zone

so load the barrel 
put that python all right to my dome

and let slither slide scale it
fore they read my tome

and it said...

by my by my by lonely they gon see me fall
i been gettin high i want the drugs i want em all
get yo girlfriend on some heron ima see her crawl
hit her with the hot shot if she get involved
just another druug addict who is dead and gone
just another bum catchin all yo change that call
collectin numbers ima hustle till they cut em off
she was sellin pussy nah dat bitch aint change no drawes
im that lowkey motel chilln witcha favorite broad
im that wholesale flippin product lying in my songs
but you just stupid you believe the shit they lead u on
nah you aint stupid you the shit lil dawg go kill em all
i just want yall to just sit there think im white n fake
now june jenelle is outta options she been callin may
i dont even know whats good bitch i am not ok
all i know is that ill prolly fall like yesterday

lost castles (prod. homele$$)

AMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVYJjyeMimQ

feat. @haarper
prod. @jordandf


LYRICS:

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT

COKE SMELL
WANNA FUCK ME?
OH WELL
BLOWIN UP THIS HOTEL
IM ON ACID OH YEAH

FUCK YOU AND YA WHOLE BITCH
SWITCHIN FLIPPIN RODE SWITCH
MR GET IT GONE SHIIIT
OFF THE WIRE OH SHIIIIET

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT


(haarper)

Been a good minute since I poured gasoline on the things that hold back
Ima set ablaze the whole track then I whip out my cock she can hold that
She suckin on my john and I'm Feelin so calm
Scales passin the baton now I'm rippin off yo arms
With the prowess of a beast full moon in the east
Shut ya fuckin mouth when I speak
Ima come through with the terror
Tearing through yo brain until it's hollow pantera
I be getting bread like a fuckin panera
She givin that head that make her eyes all sclera
You should be embarrassed when you walk up on the terrace you will perish
When I get the galick gun to ya tum fucking heiress
Cut out the lights now blood on ya night gown
Another pussy boy, another bitch, another stye down
Run when you see me bleed
Shape shifting with the sky I breathe
Fire out my lungs, death to ya pedigree
I don't give a fuck about the things you speak
You need to fucking stay in ya own lane
You wont see the light of day
Bringing you a hell where no one can hear you pray
Another hollow shell laying lifeless in the rain

ALBUM ART BY @PAYSTRUP
WWW.PAYSTRUP.COM

HOLD THAT FT. HAARPER (prod. Jordan)

PRODUCED/ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @TUMAGGZ

@hell_usa
@polarxxopposites
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@tumaggz
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100 clout tokens if you guess who's who in the cover art

Hellhound Militia - CHILDREN OF THE CORN

Prod. tuMaggz

Lyrics:

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this shit for free don’t give a fuck about a price tag 
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family 
But I’ll return like Gandalf 
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses g 
With perfect symmetry 
Run circles on the beat 
This shit so fire you had to hit repeat 

I’m whipping hearses 
Pimping nurses 
Snatching purses 
Cursin fuck
Crushing verses 
They dispersing 
Kick drum hitting like a truck 
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to fuck shit up 
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck 

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

MONEY TALK [prod. erlax]

DON'T SAVE ME

Prod by @prodplague906

LYRICS//

Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell
Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell you should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, till my veins cave in don’t save me 

Don’t save me I’ll find a way
With Empty words inside the smoke they disintegrate
Take away all of the pain with an early grave, slowly fade through the brighter days I’ll be at the gates
Don’t wait for the weeks I’m gone 
I’m a mess I get worse as the time goes on 
Pass by to the great unknown been trash let go goodnight won’t mourn 

Don’t save me
Don’t save me
Let it break through my skin and replace me 
Don’t save me
Don’t save me 
Let it break through my skin and replace me 

Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell
Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, don’t save me

DON'T SAVE ME (PROD. PLAGUE)

PROD ALETHEO 

COVER ART: https://www.instagram.com/prodbrainmatter/

Roll Up

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

Stay dormant when needed
Till you rise undefeated
______________________
aye you like dis edgy shit lets get it

Lyrics:
Lately stay lowkey
I do not cap no more
But ima cap you if you 
Showing at my street oof course
dodging people in my city 
Like a Matador 
I won't act like itll be pretty
I been mad before 
I see em coming through my rear view
Like you bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal
And I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle
You'll get shred and torn
I got that blade itll leave you spread all
Like a bastard born

Yea from plastic corpse
You fake
Faceless the way
Take that name to my grave
But I missed it like it like fate
know 1-7 the date
When I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor
To take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain
shit I got demons to race
an now i'm running my numbers an I  been upping my pace
yea that gone run up my stake till I
gone blow and create 
the existence i needed
bitch there no freedom in chains

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense


yo ego
finitio
them people
be evil
no see through
i de-tour
to run around

i don't want 
to put them
underground

hollow tip
bullet i 
gut you out

you see what 
i mean do
our chi
don't be equal
i frequent 
the freak show
then fuck around

i got yo bitch
in my dungeon now
she got that dick
by the dozen now
i got that clique
that gone buzz them pounds
fuck up the court
we go run them fouls
she the main course
know i love that sound
crying my name 
when our love in doubt

that kinda fucked but i'm
fucked up as well
cancer being spreading
inside in my cells
keeping it cold cos
i know i bring hell
bitch i stay froze
cos it keep it me well

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense         

get up off my dick you aint seen shit yuh

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

TuMaggz

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