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lyrics:
i finna pop,
like the sound of a gun,
make you jump.
Vibe to this bitch,
that you stop your whole blood flow.
i dont give a fuck,
you are just a lil dumb hoe.
on high speeds,
not gon stop for the 5 - 0.
on high speeds,
make me see yall moving slower.
on that reefer,
finna turn me to a stoner.
tell me bout someting that i dont really know about.
im on my shit,
nigga i am taking my own route.
AK in my gym bag.
cut your wrist in zig-zag.
nigga ill never relax.
blitzing as an attack,
and i know the success rate is a 100 percent,
nigga ill never rest until i see your ass dead.
AK in my gym bag.
cut your wrist in zig-zag.
nigga ill never relax.
blitzing as an attack,
and i know the success rate is a 100 percent,
nigga ill never rest until i see your ass dead.
ion care about my opps,
bitch im sending no warning shot.
9mm,
bitch you know i finna let it pop.
empty that 17 rounds,
i wont let it stop.
magic,
disappear when i see a motherfuckin cop.
finna wear my mask like im a hood isis.
make my choppa turn good shyt to a crisis.
all of this mess,
just to see your ass cry bitch.
get you freezing cold,
cause my neck got ice bitch.
AK in my gym bag.
cut your wrist in zig-zag.
nigga ill never relax.
blitzing as an attack,
and i know the success rate is a 100 percent,
nigga ill never rest until i see your ass dead.
AK in my gym bag.
cut your wrist in zig-zag.
nigga ill never relax.
blitzing as an attack,
and i know the success rate is a 100 percent,
nigga ill never rest until i see your ass dead.

situation sudden death 
about leave you laid to rest 
apocalyptic in my chest 
i let it out and paint it red 
rip through the smoke the last one left 
see through the blood it’s all a mess x2
through the night we take ya life better say ya final pray 
every night everyday murder each and every way x2

murder each and every way
amputate no lidocaine 
slit ya throat and let it drain 
reaper make ya suffocate 
demonstrate this fucking hate 
victimized into the flame
this yo muthafuckin fate 
watch that busta hit the flo
let that muthafucka know
talk that shit then pay the toll
reaper comin for ya soul
take yo klick out on my own
dig yoself a deeper hole 
to a place nobody know

SUDDEN DEATH [PROD. VELIAR X CRUCIFIXX]

SOUTHSIDE MURDERA (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

JUNT666 FT CHAINSAW MURDA (PROD. ONTHARIDE)

Hope your trunk enjoys this one ;)
R.I.P. GANGTA BOO
Written, Recorded, And Produced by me
Mixing and Mastering by Rxdxyxz
Cover art by me

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lyrics:
Mask 2 my face blade on my waste creeping through the cornfields chiefin on that mothafucking hay rising out the lake looking for another soul to take Zour be the name thought I told you lames that I don't play
this a mothafucking murder mane I put you on a crucifix crown of thorns adorn yo head with rusty nails up in yo wrist bitch I'm fucking crazed I need some grip that's why I'm hitting licks and filling bags up with that sticky icky scaling out them zips
it's been a long time since I thought about my past I been busy counting up this paper getting hit with tats tryna pave my fucking path before I end up as a coulda been I know that this my craft and it's my ass if I don't get it in paper chasing razor scraping making do with what I got I swear to fucking god I'll hit the plot before I work a job and waste away this precious time I've got to make it to the top mothafuck this living check to check and stressing bout the guap hoe

- Zourmane

THE MASK OF JASON PT.III

DA RETURN ON DA GRIM REAPAH!! NEW SHYT PROD BY: @bxgdvn #phonk #memphisrap #memphisrevival #malakaiofdarkrealm #bxgdvn #darkrealment #devilshytrecords #devilshyt

STEADY MOBBIN (PROD BY BXGDVN)

DEVIL SHYT RECORDS Presents: Destined 2 Kill
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by CHAINSAW MURDA

Featuring:
CHAINSAW MURDA https://soundcloud.com/chainsawmurda
ONTHARIDE https://soundcloud.com/ontharide
UXDZRWXRXDZ https://soundcloud.com/uxdzrwxrxdz
LIL BAPHOMET https://soundcloud.com/two-vices
OD FLAKO https://soundcloud.com/flako-martinez-707492812
CUJOS FATHER https://soundcloud.com/cujosfather
UNDERWORLD$KUNK https://soundcloud.com/underworld_skunk
$PLIX https://soundcloud.com/red-bird-569202934
MALAKAI https://soundcloud.com/malakai-muzik
AUTHVNTEC https://soundcloud.com/dev1ne-s1nner-666999666

Devil Shyt Records - Destined 2 Kill

EVIL BEAT PRODUCTIONS BY @MAGIGRAVIS
S/O MY SWEET GRAVE RECORDS

lyrics:

fucking with the cult, dismiss
miss me w that sucka shit 
i will call yo bluff in it 
tear gas have you puffin it 

infiltrate the underground  
hollow round we take em down
take ya life and end it now 
let them muthafuckas out

always keep that .22 tuck
switchblade case i wanna have fun 
got the whole klick in the muthafuckin cut 
when it’s go time gotta self destruct 

back of the trunk take a muthafucka out
take everything then burn it to the ground 
talk that shit bitch show me whatchu bout 
bring the whole klick i’ll take em all down 

take em down x8
let that busta hit the flo 
let that busta hit the flo 
let that busta hit the flo
lay em down on the ground 

take em down x8
let that busta hit the flo 
let that busta hit the flo 
let that busta hit the flo
lay em down on the ground

NOW OR NEVER [PROD. MAGIGRAVIS]

HIGH AS A MUHFUKKA (PROD. CHAINSAW MURDA)

catch a kill 
then pop a pill 
bodies in the hill 
chain gold like my grill 

ho I’m hungry need my fill 
in that Cadillac deville  
send u south when it spill 
sick in the head im mentally ill 

i need dollars i need drugs 
ima doctor im the plug 

up my dose body on the coast 
ima ghost keep tha pistol close 

blast at your family lost my sanity 
bustas can’t handle me murda my fantasy 

make his life flash 
machete u slashed 
blood splash 
bones turn to ash 

body rotten in the light
imma blow up like dynamite 
leave ur corpse with parasites 
I came to eat gotta appetite 

stalking my prey 
u get bagged like yay
pass me tha hay 
u get cut like fillets 

mental sickness 
I’m too vicious 
blow the doe off the hinges 
fuck the world packin inches 

i break a busta like dishes 
rappers so fictitious I got snow like it’s Christmas 

kill a cop on my wishlist 
took his hoe he bitchless
grab the Glock with the quickness 
satan my only witness 

I keep it g for my fallen ones 
white tee bloody like my gun 

187 kill a cop 
mac 11 and a Glock 

big blade u laid in the grave 
covered in dirt like where the spade 

whoop whoop skunk got the axe 
make brain soup when his skull crack 




got that demon flow 
6 feet below 
riding low 
while I smoke dro 

inhale u can’t exhale 
blade impale leave a bloody trail 

I got dope for sale 
buss out the scale 
I got coke nails 
u ride coat tails 

bloody wife beater 
bitch I keep the heater 9 millimeter ur grave deeper 

fuck the reaper bitch I’m waiting 
knife in his femur I send em to Satan 

real evil i been to hell 
shootin thru the peep hole sending shells 

in a bag disposable 
bloody pool 
when I blast the tool 
catch a kill if I lose my cool 

dust in my nose 
u gettin disposed 
turn up the show 
while I’m blazin a o 

it’s a tragedy he magically disappear 
bag em like tree killin spree whatchu fear? 

cut em ear to ear like the joker 
demons whisper i hear get em closer 

keep it real till the ditch 
u busta bitch 
bloody crucifix 
rep that triple six 

bad habits
back at it like a crack addict 
with a automatic 

do this shit easy pills got me queasy 
I pull up sneaky then we do em greasy 

i be where the dope be 
I need the bread like a dope fiend 
smokin og got a dope lean 


blunts full of kill make me nod 
only got killaz in my squad 
kill em im playing god 
throw em in the ocean like a fuckin rod 

throw em in the lake 
test me? a mistake 
no escape 
when his skull break 

got a hole in his forehead 
blow like warhead 
skunk morbid 
shit horrid

catch a kill 
then pop a pill 
bodies in the hill 
chain gold like my grill 

ho I’m hungry need my fill 
in that Cadillac deville  
send u south when it spill 
sick in the head im mentally ill

CATCH A KILL (PROD. BAKER)

SOUL SNATCHA FT. MISTA ALIZE (Prod. CHAINSAW MURDA)

NORTHSIDE DEMON OUT NOW 




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.