2022 Deathgaurd Mob, Written and preformed by 6a6ayaga
Production by Yung Venxm, Netuh, and Heks Guest Preformances from Seira666, and Fxckjamie
Mixing and Mastering by Fxckjamie Art Direction by 6a6ayaga

Mob Ties (feat. Seira666) [prod. Netuh]

Artwork by. Gavisaurio
Produced by. CXRPSE

BABY GOS:
Pull up with the gang and we leaving him slaughtered
i don’t want ur pleas ion fuck with u offers
sloth got the wine that he stole from ur casa
on god i’m on the one finna blow like i’m gaza

smoking and drinking don’t fw u cretins
if you got a problem u cry to ur god
i need him gone like that boy is some clearence
u say u gon kill me so why ain’t i gone?

stomp on his face and i bury em
mobbs, sloth and baby we look the minutemen
shining so bright bitch i’m radiant
don’t care for the dissing ong im not listening

u said u gon gon pull up im sitting here
that boy didn’t show up i guess that fear got to him
bitch you a bitch be obedient
he think we don’t know that he side with the opposite

i don’t know stop bitch i only know go
driving my auto right into ur zone
i put a tracker inside of your phone so u internet talking but i’m at ur home
bottle of henny a bottle of gin
skirt off in the whip with the black window tint
i got some enemies i got some friends some that gon love and some that pretend

MOBBS RADICAL:
desolation is key
my hip two guns no safe on me
gotta roll my weed in a fronto leaf
drift off zen mode like a bonsai tree
black screen the static front face with god
flesh bone and all gone rip it off
ray gun with a pack a punch
I might blast’em up you gone know the mobb
we gone kill them all
pockets too fat all I’m hearing ka ching
I think that Im writing a death note
the darkest of winter and hell of a spring
too busy I’m grinding to flex though
full seige all rise when I close my eyes
every night I sleep is a night I die
in a hellcat bitch I command my shit
living way too fast all the time gone by
I’m dead

$LOTHBOI:
I BODY WHAT I TOUCH
COUNT ON ME TO FUCK UP

Boy we aint the same
We in different lanes
While you smoking kush
I was riding trains

I was dead broke off the percs hoe
Robbin joints picking locks yo
This is real shit I aint cap bitch
Im the $LOTHBOI and I crossed toys

I done it all been through the fuck shit
Ran from the cops to the functions
I seen people die with my own fucking eyes
Fuck I made through all this dysfunction

The bunk shit
Took my brothers live
You a pussy gripping on a .45
I be a 40 deep so I’m swinging wide
I might beat you down till you fucking cry

Leaning over Im so fucking high
Climbing roofs and Im afraid of heights
Riding trains thassa thrill in life
Doing stupid shit till the day I die

Yuh

Give me a reason
Bitch I riding with demons
Holding em back till these chains fucking snap
Then I body your shit like I bodied this track

Facts

Bitch I be packing my bags
Flyin to cities just cuz of my raps
Working so hard I ain’t sleeping again
I create till I die bitch I want this my end

Spotify

GAZA w/ MOBBS RADICAL x $LOTHBOI [prod. CXRPSE]

HARVEST GLOOM

TWENTYTHREE, 99ZED, SALIVA GREY - DISCIPLE OF MISERY

Attitude (prod. Akvri & SkinnyDrag)

Arctic Backbone tells of a city hardened by frost, where survival is a brutal test. The protagonist dominates the streets through violence, paranoia, and cunning. Fast trap rhythms and haunting melodies paint a cinematic vision of an icy urban empire ruled by fear and money.

Arctic Backbone

BALENCIAGA

³³marrow:
@33marrow
@grim_salvo
@made-up-language

Cover Art: gloomrot.bc (instagram)
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW

You not my friend you not my boy you not my fuckin' brother
you only hit me up to talk about some fuckin' numbers
when I wasn't shit these bitches used to duck and run for cover
I still ain't shit but now I'm round a bunch of fake motherfuckers
ride around town with a blade strapped
HHM on the face mask
money move quick like a racetrack
got a blunt rolled imma face that
lil bitch
I gotta get it and I gotta dip
I got my murder essentials equipped
tell me I won't get away with this shit
but I stay on the run and I'm loving the risk
word around town you a punk and you bitchmade
smoke a blunt while I dig graves
when I come around better duck from the switchblade
bitch I'm insane
I don't care what a bitch say
I love the sight of you bleedin' ayy
run through the night with my demons ayy
I do this shit without reason ayy
killing you off it's a piece of cake
suck on my dick if you bitches wanna talk shit
come catch a fist in the motherfucking moshpit
please get the fuck out my face bitch you toxic
fuck what they say bitch I'm not one to gossip

S/0 WAFFLEPWN

Greatest Freak Out Ever (Prod. ³³marrow)

Produced By BM11
Cover By BM11

https://open.spotify.com/album/5Og42d5aPrJSEzJ5pI2XF8?si=aSCXPNArTEu6DOybh3F3YA

Lyrics :
severe your soul from ya body 
probably
aint nobody
ever gonna stop me 
rowdy
whip out the spirit gun
this be my Tommy
i know you folding
no origami

i aint wanna summon all my demons
this
wasn't part of the agreement
please god 
tell me that im dreaming
why my spirit energy decreasing
look at my vitals
i dont think im breathing
creatures from another world
changing up my helix
molecules be running thru
darkening ma feelings
i dont wanna witness
all my bleeding hit the ceiling
who the fuck did u really think i was
came from the bottom
i came from the mud
never had anything
i dont show love
betrayal around me
i dont give out trust
(2x)
never had anything i dont show love
betrayal around me i dont give out trust
fuck what they saying about me
 i dont give a fuck anymore
stomping on anyone 
blocking my way to the throne
no game of thrones
i bring the storm
i know these fuckas
are talking on all of that dumb shit im hearing behind on my
back
if this is a race
i’m dom torreto
the kruegers my nitrous to leave all them pussies in last
i know you bustas are wack
woah
i know you bustas all cap
woah 
we know you really dont trap 
woah
try me ill pullout the strap 
fuck is you talking about
opps yeah we gun em down
playing for keeps
and yo hoes we gon fuck em now
i am the king of the underground
say my name twice
cuz i know that u love it now

BERNIEMACELEVEN - KOTUG (PROD. BM11)

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)

POST-MORTEM  (PROD. CYANIDE)

I CAN SHOW YOU HOW YOUR NIGHTMARES END
@coaastgxd and @kidsmile
Produced by @neuthbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

Lyrics
Swerved too sharp and I hit the ditch
Fucked up my face
but I curved the pigs
I Untucked the case and threw it in the pit
Whats a little mud when you're knee deep in shit?
Ándale, Ándale mamacita
Gotta move the body 'fore the rot sets in
Some would say Coaasty, the Reaper, the hopeless
Can show you the way that your nightmares end
You must be fucked think you finna win
Lucky I took all my medicine
Shift in pigment wheres the melanin?
Devil knocking better let em in

Run up, Sun down
One up, Run down
Nut up, Come down
Sun up, you're done now

Let go 
Ive lost control of my mental
Back off of my halo
We both know I am no angel
I am just a ghost 
I will destroy all my foes
If you are my enemy you catch the draco
The dead want me dead so i stay on the Lay low
You can get slaughtered and sunk 
case closed 

What do you want from me
Imma kill you all and make the new red
Sea 
I will never stop until humanity bleeds
Sickness rules the earth and you are
All plagued with greed
get back imma burn em