Produced by V L E X
Written & Mixed by Yxung Plague
Cover Art by Yxung Plague

lyrics

nobody likes to fucking suffer
killing people because of their fucking color
there's nothing that we can comfort
I wonder if you fucking care about our pain
but you don't give a fuck at all
were always being abused and tortured by heartless humans
your trying to destroy our movements
like you don't see us as fucking humans
always trying not to be depressed af like the
happy pills that were consuming
then we take our anger against everyone around us
and then aim the barrel to our heads
and leave this hell we call earth

you expect us to trust you
you give us temporary happiness
just to hurt us in the end
but we fell for your trap
your fucking greed won't stop
I think you should watch us bleed
you never gave a fuck

you don't care for no one
you like to watch our suffering
governments control our worthless lives
children are beaten down until they die
you always like to watch us die
humans are the real demons
your greatest mistake was creating humanity
we are just gonna worship to false idols
since were so blinded to see reality
we all here just to suffer for the rest of our fucking lives

Pain Saga

What Dx Yxu Knxw Abxut Pain, Suffering (P. V L E X)

FEATURING @delirium33
lyrics:
DON'T CALL ME WHEN I BLOW UP (TRENCHES)

GIRLS CANT RAP?
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HEARING?
GOT AN ALL WHITE WHIP AND IT POUNDED FOR SPEEDING
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?
BITCH I NEVER MISS
GOT A POD FULL OF DEMONS AND WE GOING QUICK

LITTLE THOT WITH A MICROPHONE AND 51 HITS
LITTLE RAPPER WITHOUT A BACKBONE, SELF PROMOTE YO CLIPS
IM ON TOP WITH WITH A TRAP PHONE, SETTING UP A KID
AT THE SPOT WITH A NEW CHROME, NEVER MISS A BITCH 

ON DOTS WHEN I SPIT
FUCK COPS WHAT I PICK 
ON LOCK WITH THE PUSSY HIGH SOCKS LOOKING SLICK
I'D DROP ANY LICK
FIVE ONE IS MY SHIT
DO DRUGS GET SICK
MAKE MONEY GET RICH

ON TOP
I DONT WANT A GRAMMY I JUST WANT A FUCKING MOSH
ALL MY FUCKING PEOPLE BANGING HEAVY WITH THEIR STOCKS 
I DONT TAKE NO TABS, I ALREADY MET YO GOD,
HE TOLD ME THAT I GOTTA RAP UNTIL I FUCKING POP

WHATS YO NAME?
WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU IS YOU RAPPING IN MY GAME
YEAH YOU TALK A LOT FOR SOMEONE WHO WILL ALWAYS STAY THE SAME
TOPIC DRY YOU FLOP BECAUSE YOU ROLL WITH FUCKING LAMES
BITCH I'LL RUN THE UNDERGROUND I COUNT THE MOTHERFUCKING DAYS
 
TRIPLE THE SET
GO WHERE I WALK
LINE ROUND YO BODY
GIMME THE CHALK
YOU AINT A RAPPER
YOU IS A COP
PROFESSIONAL CAPPER
CAP WHAT YOU TALK
GOT A NEW WHIP SO IM SPINNING YO BLOCK
NEEDA GET RICH, SO THESE BARS ARE THESE MY SPORT
STUCK UP IN THE TRAP, YOU AINT SELLING NO PODS

DONT FUCKING CALL ME WHEN I BLOW UP OUT HERE
ALL YOU RAPPERS ACTING LIKE YOU TALENTED, YOU NOT BITCH
WHY YOU TALKING LIKE YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?
YOU AINT SHIT YOU MAKE AN ALBUM? NOONE TALKS ABOUT IT

YOU AINT SHIT YOU MAKE AN ALBUM? NOONE TALKS ABOUT IT
WHEN I SPIT I MAKE AN ALBUM THEY WONT TALK ABOUT ME
GRAB THE CHIP, GO HIT YO PANIC BUTTON, PUSSY SOUND IT
SAYING THAT I ALWAYS LEVEL UP, I KEEP MY SOUND LIT 

2.

YOU DONE DROPPED 100 BARS AND STILL AINT SAID A SINGLE THING
WHEN ME AND TRENCHES GET TO DROPPIN EVERY SINGLE WORD THEY CLING
I REALIZE AND THEN I EMPTY OUT MY STOMACH IN THE SINK
BECAUSE THESE RAPPERS SO DISGUSTING PUSH MY MENTAL TO THE BRINK
I JUST WANNA BODY RAPPERS, ON MY BODY, BLASTERS, MAKE THEY BODY ASHES
THOTTY SMASHERS, TEARIN UP THE FUNCTION FOR THEM 'ASH KAASH'ERS
SOLDIER WHEN IM WALKIN SOLDIER ON INTO THE BAD WEATHER
I SEE WHAT YOU DOIN, WAIT A MINUTE, I DO THAT BETTER

KEEP ON KILLIN CLONES,
KENOBE
BANG, BANG, BANG
RAPPERS GETTIN BODIED
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR SOUND
CAUSE YOU A COPY
OF A COPY OF ANOTHER COPY AINT BO BODY POPPIN

WHEN THE SCENE AROUND THEM DYIN
WATCH EM RUNNIN OUT OPTIONS
ILL BE REAPIN ALL THE PROFITS
WHEN THE BODIES GET TO DROPPIN

KEEP THE REAL ONES RIGHT BESIDE ME
IF YOU FUCK WITH ME ITS CLOSELY
SO DONT CALL ME WHEN I BLOW UP MOTHERFUCKER YOU DONT KNOW ME

WALK IN CAUSE IM TALKING ON SOME SHITS YOU CANNOT STAND WITH
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR FAMILY OR YOUR FANS BITCH
COULDNT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR BITCHING AND YOUR RANTING
TALK ALOT FOR RAPPER WHO THIS GAME YOU CANT WITHSTAND 

YEAH I BODY MODEL BITCH
I BOUGHT IT AND I TOOK IT WATER COTTING 
ROCKY WITH IT, GET MY SHOT IN
ALL YOU PUSSIES WISH YOU GOT IT
ODDLY OFTEN PULLUP ALI ON THEM
HARDLY SMUDGE MY MAKEUP
POLLY SQUAWKING, COPY FAVOURITE RAPPER 
BITCH YOU JUST A FAKER

YEAH I KEEP ON KILLING PUSSIES
THATS A PHALLOPLASTY 
REORGANISE THE BONES IN YO BODY
YO BACKBONE MADE OF PLASTIC
BET YOU TRACKING
MY FUCKING PHONE BECAUSE YOU AINT KNOW LOCATION
FOR THE SAKE OF MURDER AND MONEY I TAKE IT YOU MISTAKEN

SAY WHAT I WANT, AND I SAY IT RIGHT
PUSSYBOY COME HIT ME UP AND TELL ME YOU DONT LIKE MY STYLE
GIVE A FUCK, LOCK DONT MISTAKE, STAY OUT OF MY LINE
ALL THESE UNDERGROUNDERS WASTE THEIR LIVES AND BURN THEIR FUCKIN TIME

GET ANOTHER GXNER FEATURE, MAYBE YOU CAN BECOME FUCKING RELEVANT
I DONT LISTEN TO YOUR FUCKING TRASH I HATE THE SMELL OF IT, BITCH
TRASH ASS, LIL BUM ASS
TRASH ASS PUNK, TRASH ASS

YOU FELL OFF. [FEAT. DELIRIUM] (PROD. SAINT URYA)

lyrics:
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO DIE 

I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO DIE
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO END YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LIFE
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO HOLD THE MOTHERFUCKING KNIFE
I CAN TEACH HOW TO RIP UP ON YOUR FUCKING THROAT

DISPOSABLE, YOUR FUCKING TIME
I CUT THE BODY INTO SLICE
AND GET TO WALKING PIPED
YOU TALK SO MUCH, YOU EVER DIED?
DESANITIZE THE CORPSE AT NIGHT 
AND DIP THE FUCKING COPS IN TIME
YO YO YO

WHO THE FUCK DOES TRENCHES THINK SHE IS?
CORPSE ROBBING STEALING MOTHERFUCKING LIGIMENTS
I MET AT HER A PARTY SHE TOLD ME TO LEARN TO FUCKING QUIT
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, YEAAAAH

KOMODO, DRAGONISTA, 
MASERATI, LA FERRARI, ROE SATIVA 
CAP A BODY, LOUIS V UP ON MY FUCKING CASKET 
CAUSE WHEN I LEARNT BOUT DEATH, I HAD TO HAVE IT
IM BACK BITCH

I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO DIE
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO SMOKE
I CAN TEACH YOU SPIN A FUCKING BLOCK WITH YOUR BROS
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO ROPE
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO HANG
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO KILL WITH YOUR HOMIES AND YOUR FRIENDS

PULL UP IN THE UNDERGROUND AND NOONE FUCKING KNOWS ME
GET ON A TRACK WITH YOUR HOMIE
I BODY YOUR HOMIE
BITCH I AM BETTER
THIS AINT NO GLOCK ITS BERETTA
CHECKING MY WATCH AND ITS TIME FOR THE CHEDDAR
2019 AND IM BANGING TO FED UP
TRYNA GET A BAG BUT I KNOW ITS A SETUP

I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO DIE
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO END YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LIFE
I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO HOLD THE MOTHERFUCKING KNIFE
I CAN TEACH HOW TO RIP UP ON YOUR FUCKING THROAT
RIP UP ON YOUR FUCKING THROAT

KOMODO, DRAGONISTA, 
MASERATI, LA FERRARI, ROE SATIVA 
CAP A BODY, LOUIS V UP ON MY FUCKING CASKET 
CAUSE WHEN I LEARNT BOUT DEATH, I HAD TO HAVE IT
IM BACK BITCH

I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO DIE. (PROD TRIPLESIXDELETE)

Smilin wider cancer stacks
Replacin venom left intact
A mild pile ov vile wiles
Final Lifes revival riled

Darkened miles sundialed
Light retired laid off fired
Lakes ov bile blinded mires
Spawing vastly detail dire

Drowning fools'll splash awhile
Caught'n traps so sick'n primal
Seeded power deflowers
Cowards shower Witching Hour

Many splitin owl hair as bits ov wisdom, foul spared
Whether dark the weather's stark the reignin theme is down pouring

Broodin nimbus laden doom
Speed precedes the waning moon, sight alights the dusty room in fading night bred shadowed gloom

Beast unleashed ov elden breed, unearth the tombs Creation bloomed, Pangea shriekin hidden scenes when chaos looms consume yuh food

Was a mess
But passed the test'n sauntered through the decadence
Barely seen its coalesce
Gathered in the timelost process
Smash and grab
Was a drag, believe it
Aint no second best
Rasengan internal crash
Spiral attack til tits collapsed
X2

Reason leaves, rest in peace
Ordered a lobotomy
In laboratories doin things
Pullin strings psychology

Cant fall apart so keep moving
Edges frayed unraveling
Blessed heart that never ceased allows a theme to keep repeating

Process probably pissed yuh off enough t'question yuh self worth
Swan song, winters sword
Detects a void a'clustered stars

A gaping maw swallowing
Consciousness so easily
Crows spawn shield donned
Ancient halls an overhaul

Following complexities
Far beyond one comprehension

Opposition left with tension
Commandments made for disillusion

Uzumaki calypso
Another round go toe to toe
A second game runnin shows
But background wrong invisible

Was a mess
But passed the test'n sauntered through the decadence
Barely seen its coalesce
Gathered in the timelost process
Smash and grab
Was a drag, believe it
Aint no second best
Rasengan internal crash
Spiral attack til tits collapsed
X2

Uzumaki Calypso

Uzumaki Calypso prod Bvphxmet

DONTWAKEMEUP (2:56 After Sunrising)

Lmk what you think!

Socials: https://linktr.ee/kosmixsound

Free DL

Kanye West - Carnival (KOSM!X Dubstep Flip)

my single for the album "bloodshed"

vocals: @yunghonja

instrumental: me and @john_is_gone234

mixing and mastering: @colethekingx

BEHEMOTH [W/ HXNJV & JXHNNY]

produced by @horr0r 


(a school shooter's anthem)

lyrics:

SHOOT EM ALL DOWN (repeat)

verse 1:
shoot em all down bitch ill kill everybody 
i don't give a fuck if I'm catching these bodies
i don't give a fuck if I'm catching a homi 
show up to the function and shoot up the party
i'll kill everybody who looked at me funny 
i'll kill anyone who act up, on my mommy
you talkin about me, i'm taking your body
drive into the forest and leave you all bloody 
bitches they talkin, but they running from me
if i got the gun then i'm coming out dumping 
having some fun & controlling my puppets
if i have the strings then I never will cut em

i was out making a check bitch
look at the ice on my necklace
i got your mans on my hitlist
eating these rappers for breakfast ×2

SHOOT EM ALL DOWN ×4

shoot em all down
i've been feeling down
& i hate this town
i will burn it down

verse 2:

i am not one who will spare anybody
they say i'm a socio, kill everybody
they say i'm aware of my fucking surroundings 
well i do not think i know where i am hiding
talk a lot, speak a lot, spare the commotion 
if i am not living, i know where i'm going
i hop out & empty a clip in the open 
they wanted to catch me, my head is exploding 

SHOOT EM ALL DOWN (repeat)

FREE DOWNLOAD

SHOOT EM' ALL DOWN [prod. HORROR]

VYX BLV$ - JU$T LEAVE (Prod.VSTRO)

SICKOFIT

I apologize in advance
@bubzyz
@c3of
@nogoodnik
@zeer0xx
[Lord Distortion]
Bitches wanna blabber till we pull the fucking daggers out
Climbing up the latter while you sticking to a stagnant route
If he talking shit then we might have to pull the matic outs
Running up his ping and then that boy will get to lagging out

Uhh uhh
Bitch quirky
Bitch'll suck a big Turkey
Get dirty
Sun your going down like its 6:30

Clip burning
Blow up in his hands
And then he wince
Dirty bands on the way
In the duffle
We be big pursing

Feeling like a bear you motherfuckers wanna poke me
You copy all my shit and you watching my moves closely

Punching in his wig until he end up with a nose bleed
Ima make him spin I'm flexing hard I'm flexing only

[ARLOO]
Bubzyz in this bitch!
We actin crazy.
Saw ur mom
Call her my baby.

On this verse
I am just pavin.
All these rappers
They just take up.

All my time
They are just trash.
Squidwards here
Its “bold and brash”

These bitches keep talkin
Eat my ass.
Makin sound,
I am brass.

Like orchestra
Im chorusin
Boutta get some clout
Start tourin in.
Bitch im floorin it.

Lord d
On the song
You know a hit.

Bitch im goin in
By the time im done
You know i lit
All these bitches run
Cuz my firestick
Is burnin em

You a furry bitch
He a bronie to

He can get it kicked.

He a furry i guess he a bronie
I reuse that line,
Obsession.
I am phony.

Im annoying as fuck
But i think i am funny.
Lowlife in this bitch
And the mercs, cause some fury

I thought the beats done.
But i guess im in a hurry
I keep a track on ur stats
Watch ur fall. I am lurking

[Papa Sleep]
Punch his head in till my muscles pop
Dont talk to me I had enough I had enough
I'm scanning credit cards like I'm working at the shop

I dont got reception
I cant hear you I been going thru a tunnel
Wanna stage an intervention imma sell you on some Amway

Not a pyramid more like reverse funnel
My bitch look like burt Reynolds
You ain't start the movement you a burnt rebel
Burnt metal have a stroke when you smell it

You a dumb bitch I can see it
All your tales tall dont tell em
Head is leaking fluids
Toxic substance
Fuck it imma drink it all until I'm drowning
Need some more need some more
Always bored make me bored
Gonna lose it like the yankee with the brim
Laughing at you with a grin while you falling on the floor
Track got more dirt than your pores
Rolling in the dirt I just need some more
[Nogoodnik]
My bitch a righty make her beat it with the left,
Breakin boards I am a yellow belt who aint get no head
I need some sloppy toppy riding zooted in the lobby on a razor scooter motorized
I need my parking notorized
Not tryna get a ticket
No really I cannot afford a ticket
spent my last couple bennys on some glitter pens and dezzies strapped
ready for those fuckin meter maids wanna take my pennies
Im fuckin ready bitch, i will abort you
I will push your mother down the fuckin stairs
I will abort you

NO BRIM FREESTYLE W/ ARLOO, PAPA SLEEP, NOGOODNIK [PROD. ZEEROXX]

25% OF DYING BREED
INSTA @USBGOTH
ALL ART IS MINE


I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO DIE. (PROD TRIPLESIXDELETE)

USBGOTH

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