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(prod. @takizava)
(art by @clyptic)

LYRICS:

Imma get to rolling, hoe the road is bound to shake
And I'm toting on a pole, I'm bound to put you in a grave
Like Imma grab my strap and put the metal to your face
Like I'm posted in the back I got a cleaver round my waist
Bat by my waist imma break you in half
And that gat to your face hoe you're scared of that mag
He locked the front door so we ran through the back
I'm on his front porch better get body bags
We steady armed like hoe that's a fact
Spoke the the devil, hoe we made a pact
We chopping him up, imma sit and then laugh
We take out his guts now his eyes rolling back

Do I look like the one that you should play?
Bro I gotta hatchet with your name
I just want to bite you with my fangs
Now your one step closer to the grave

Hoe I'm gonna make you bleed
Like when I find your chest I get to cutting in between
Like bro I'm in your crib there's no more hiding through a screen
I'm the type to cut your head off for talkin on Google Meet
Hoe I grab my choppa let it bang
Imma carve your wrist there's something leaking from your veins
Imma pull your head off like the pin on my grenade
Too much xanax in my system imma vomit on the pave

HATCHET (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

I WANNA LIVE (prod. @abelskittlez)

prod. https://soundcloud.com/cowboy-bonghit

YOU'RE GAY, IM HAPPY, NO DIFFERENCE BUT THE DAY

Never Done (prod. Cowboy Bonghit)

LEFT4DEAD (prod. @bagheadcorp)

KILL 'EM

Blockbuster (ft. Eddison & Fl.vco) [Prod Seepy, Fony Wallace & Lodoni]

sanctuary (worst in me)

[CRAIGGUSSI]
I been posted up in yo place, and it reeking of defeat
Hello kitty tats on my face, ye I know you lacking meat
Put it on with some water, super soaker on your feet
I been posted up on a crob, ye I moving indiscreet
Im a fat cat
Sneaking around like a feline
cities, gone see deez nuts
see my own gussi
Imma get another man hustling way too-
IM A FATCAT
I GOT BADCAT

[LATE@NITE]
(wip)

[PAPA SPYRO]
LISTEN TO THAT SHIT RIGHT DOWN TILL I HAD IT
YALL ON MY DICK BITE DOWN LIKE A RABBIT
I DONT WANT SHIT PUT YOUR BODY IN THE ATTIC
FUCKIN ON HIS BITCH LIKE I AM AN ADDICT

DIE DIE DIE DIE
AND CRACK YOUR SPINE
AND EAT YOUR EYES
AND KILL SOME GUYS
TO SEE THE LIGHT
IM BY YOUR SIDE
THAT SHIT AINT RIGHT
NO BONDS TOO TIGHT

FUCK A BITCH IF SHE DOWN TO GET RAW
KEEP IT COMIN TILL SHE TELL ME WHEN TO STOP
FUCK THE COP IM DOWN TO BREAK THE FUCKIN LAW
KEEP IT TALKIN AND ILL BREAK YOUR FUCKIN JAW

BACK IT
SACK IT
EAT THE PACKET
GRIND AND CRACK IT
FEEL THE RACKET
RIP THE JACKET
JOIN THE BRACKET
BACK IT
SACK IT
GRIND AND CRACK IT

CALLS 
CALLS
CALLS OF AN ANGEL
CALLS
CALLS
CALLS THEY DID PREFALL
FALLS
FALLS
FLY LIKE AN EAGLE 
FALLS OF AN ANGEL
FALL THEY DONT SEE ALL

[CHLORINE]
I NEED A BREAK

[DRAXN]
draxnese

HELLOKITTY! [CRAIGGUSSI x STRVWBERRY x PAPA SPYRO  x DRAXN] PROD. SUM

LLAJ 💛

i miss my brother <3

prod idly blare

i will for you

pt 1 prod. landfill 
pt 2 prod. solsa

prod. landfill

Ima rob the next old lady that look at me like I'm finna
I was the kid that died
Picking up pieces I planned it I jammed it inside
Fuck an og 
this beat was made for me
Got em runnin off
Witout no feet
I got jumped by a group of amputees
Spider gang finna trample like a stampede
No cap on my scalp, no bowler hat
Don’t move wit no jokes, already told em that
I be big blastin in a spider tank
I need mo ammo where da mortars at
Y’all record the past, I make big blasts I’m outsourcin that
I be sellin more while y’all tellin more
You a corp of rats, I am so bored of that

I’m gon punch in I know somethin that you don’t, winged boy broke
Hoes
Dust him with low effort, leave em souls severed, I ain’t gotta post
Those
Flex bullshit, no rent holdin
Gon up poles n blow wit no control
Collect most of the best tokens
Ain’t pressed, hoping for the best
Slow it all down

Down

I set the earth on fire where the sun don’t shine x4
Send em all down

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prod. solsa

popcorn up inside my lungs
I’ve had enough

Y’all got plug but no power
...
Y’all got high but no time
...

I’m onna trunk smokin animals
Please do not pick up a camera
When I eat a sandwich
can’t micromanage em
Lookin like lights in my eyes I don’t wanna die
I tend to burn inside but I ain’t permafried
I did acid at least 20 times by now
Cryin my eyes out
I don’t like no one outside now
I keep it tight
Where it doesn’t get bright
And we fightin to find out
What’s the move
8 leggers really comin thru
Pummel you

Bust a move, the luck is brutal
Touch, in tune, for cups of soup
What’s the move

Huh... You tell me, who else sees, first to breathe and first to speak
Watch me screamin as I please, as I was raised, I’m of the breed, uncomfortably

. . everybody fiendin for uniqueness
they think I don’t see them, I defeat. This.
egos be inflated for no reason
me owe shit to thee I don’t believe. It.

You won’t do it it’s impossible
...
Take a risk and get illogical
...
Solsa beats sound like some pots and bowls
...
Spider gang, your homies not as bold
...
I’m in trash x3
I’m in the dumpster
I’m finna bump my own shit
To sleep
I’m finna love what I writ
You sleep
You is a crackhead
You tweak
You in the past tense 
You weak
You can get better 
Just try
You better live ‘fore
You die

I don’t wanna rap

she sells sea shells, send it for retail
he sells details, peddle a piece, fail
breathe tales, we sell, stealin a weed scale
prevail, machina, joke stale, stoppin us 
we die, defy, everyone denied
these guys treat life sweet as a creampie
need time, keep bright, I cannot see right
be blind, breathe my semen, don’t read my lyrics

Do it for emotion I don’t do it for appearance 
I don’t need nobody clearance, I’m a spirit
I can phase thru walls
Want a fade, who brawl
What a waste, you stall
It’ll break you all
Pick another poison, don’t gotta pretend you hear it
I need everybody’s spirits, it’s a currency in lothric
Y’all gon make my cock spit
Seminally toxic
If I gotta mock them
Open up my logic

Pickle and peddle you sick you and you settle for less than a head
And an arm and a leg, ain’t as far as you think
Lost in a purpose and poppin for certain you coppin a verse and you droppin a burden cause y’all get carried
Battle for style, you rap for a title, I rap to revive, you cappin to rivals, you shat on the tile
Sparing and tall, you scary and small, you buried it all, preparing to scald, too wary to fall

Never Done (prod. Cowboy Bonghit)

Uncle Grant

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