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WHISPERS OF THA DAMNED FT GNARLYNICK X MAN OF MAYHEM (PROD. MALAKAI OF DARK REALM)

CURSED (PROD. DJ BOG)

gold grills with residue 
u gon see what this weapon do 
pick his brain off my shoe 
I shoot him him and you 

baby twenty two 
money due 
I’ll take his life too 
the knife rip right thru 

body bag tyin
gold shinin
leave a busta dyin 
his brains on the siding 

brains on the door mat 
cock the forty u splat 
need the bands where they at 
I’ll bite the head off a bat 

feel like ozzy grip the shotty 
heart cold like a body out the krypt imma zombie 

pop two Oxys, in the woods demons haunt me 

I don’t need no mask imma blast on a punk 
that’s his ass in the trash where a busta get dumped 

devil shyt my religion 
this blade give him an incision 
poppin these prescriptions 
buckshot I ain’t missing 

grills like I’m pissing 
brains on the linen 
out the grave I’ve risen 
fuck earth it’s just a prison 

they dont know me 
not my homie
mothafuckas just phony 
fuck the world u can blow me 
choppin lines with a Bowie 
at ur funeral ceremony 
in the grave get cozy 

at the top it get lonely 
think I’m dyin too slowly 


I put in work 
u in the dirt 
u on a shirt 
momma hurt 

momma weeping in tha street 
meet this nine like a meet and greet 
hang yo body like a wreath 
by ur mothafuckin feet 

ain’t no love juss beef 
bloodshed and some grief 

in the casket let me sleep 
imma blast it like pistol Pete 
u really cannot compete 
corpse on the concrete 

my flow too elite like a Jewish banker 
now u deceased sinkin with a anchor 

u gon die so fast if I need that cash 
in this game u won’t last i break a busta like glass 

rhymes got my head smokin
body cut open 
blood soakin the ocean 

bricks on his ankles 
corpse look mangled 
corpse get dangled 
gas got me strangled 

need them crip notes 
test me all she wrote 
knife in his throat 
got em chokin like dope

CHRONICLES OF A CORPSE (PROD. CHAINSAW MURDA)

QUARTER POUNDER LED ZEPPELIN

Lyrics || 12th track 
It’s Dj bxxm wit da mf
Chie chie chie chiefsta
 It’s da dj bxxm, tha dj bxxmer13
Hit yo ass wid a muthafuckn…
 Dj bxxm
Hit Yo Ass wid a flashback to hell
Only ticket to there 
If you fuck wid us
Vol.2
Gotta pay ur dues
Fxuking wid my world
Then we all doom, 
Fuck u n ur crew
Ill show how to drank on this brew
Malt liquor i consume 
Maddog sippin on the raspberry blue
I aint need yo loot
I got my mines
If you take it
Theres sum evil in the blues.

There sum muthafuckin evil in tha blues
HEARD YA HAD SUM LOOSE SCREWS
Get yo shi together and
Get right muthafuckah..

FLASHBACKS (Prod.DJ BXXMER13)

LYRICS || aye shoutout to tha DJ RVSPVTIN aka asid47 in this bitch
That type of shi
Will suit you
Root you to tha evil bruj 
Its kuu, protection from my voodoo
Statues Staring at chu in every room
Convert My evil with this smoke
Is what i always heard 
Thru yo bloodstreams
Hear da House creeks
Wid a footstep 
In this household hoe 
Dull to me i could give ah fuhh
get fooled
rigged system
Government is always out to choose
Baptism in my cold down brew..
Mfs knew I don’t giva a fuck
U can baptize in that mf holy water
Bitch I’m baptized in this alco
U best not forget bitch
Muthafucka either die rich or fucking live trying
Idgaf u better get it right
Im show u how sip this drank
 til u fucking blacked out…

SUIT YA(Prod.47ASID)

locked and loaded 
yo mind get exploded 
demons grab me I floated 
bloody walls imma coat it 

I’m on that hot shit
let that chop spit 
they wylin in the mosh pit 
cock it imma drop shit 

higher then the cockpit 
gas smell like a armpit 
hellhounds leave his arm bit 
pounds like we at the farm bitch 

yea i feel like big pharma 
these bullets is his karma 
I slide he gettin harmed bruh 
u best alarm 

the Feds 
i alide im takin heads 
forgot to take my meds 
now his skull full of led 

fuck wit us u betta beg 
sawed off shotty take his legs 
lil bitch I bring the plague 
I’m crackin heads like some eggs 

nah I ain’t ducking fades 
I’m tuckin tha fuckin blade 





cracka feel like stone cold 
my rims and my teeth gold 
I Neva fold 
I’m leavin a corpse cold 

I talk to demons and spirits 
they whisper to me I hear it 
I’m that demon u fear it 
I wipe his brain imma clear it 

wipe the block clean 
im sittin staring at the clock 
meet the Glock beam 
throw ur corpse off the dock 

I’m on that good dope and I’m sippin
blood soaked caught em slippin 
weigh that coke im flipping 
choppa in my coat flesh rippin

kill u wont think twice 
body cold like some ice 
fuck around get sliced 
hell nah I don’t play nice 

skunk a kutthroat veteran 
oxycontin my medicine 
hit the white with Benjamins  
demons out ima let em in

$CRIPTURE$ (PROD. HYPNOTIZE)

SERDCE

IN THE RAIN

giving my all

UNDERWORLD$KUNK is known for his heavy, distorted sound and lyrics that explore themes of horror, the supernatural, and crime/street life. His music often features a dark, atmospheric quality that immerses listeners in his twisted world.