https://youtu.be/HGfsFti9ozI 

Prod. ZODIACC

Creeping up the grave

I take in the shame 

I pull up to the hot sun and burn everythang 

I’ll take the fucking suicide and burn it to ya ring 

Melted trough the bullet bitch you ain’t been the king 

I’ll pull up to yo block now we taking everything

aye aye (echo)

Taking everything 

Leg drop body shot we do it in the ring 

Bitch you coming in you will never be the king 

Ya talk fucking cheaper than a fake diamond ring 

I creep in the dungeon 

You bitches start running 


Aye stick away from the sun

Don’t really give af no you ain’t the one

Country fried shot miss 

Cock it shoot da gun

I fucked up a lot I’m toasted lol

Twø Føks (Prod. ZODIACC)

Fuckin suicide pt. 4 out now listen to album

Lyrics //

Breakdown or go heaven

Bomb it like 9/11

Going deep to the trecnches 

Ya know we come in 7

It ain’t no fuckin game

This all yo fucking frame 

(Fucked up)

Each time a Nigga get smoked that shitll kill go brain 

Make you a bit insane 

Smoke a blunt start feeling sane 

Ain’t that real fucking shady 

Niggas don’t know me lately 

Just he in the grey Mercedes 

Playboy real going crazy

Pop a perc then felling hazy

(Back to top)

New Mexico 1980

Prisons was going crazy 

Niggas getting locked up and

 taken away from da baby 

Then this lady 

They took her rady 

Gave her a fucking baby 

Now she killing daily 

Society made that crazy 

Bruh

Niggas still killing 

We reminiscing 

It’s a decision 

To Pull the trigger daily 

Or jump to murder tuition 

Then you start thinking I’m going for a mission

And I’m going for a mission 

I’m going for mission 

(Scream behind misson) 




Then they take the severed head from the dead op adjacent block

Pulling on the trigger then going back to a body shock I’m 

Feeling sloth 

I’m dealing rock 

Bitches smoke another blunt then they feeling lost 

Then they feelings lost 

But I’m the guilty op

I’m taking 50 shots

End this shit and go in lock 

I got the ice watch

Niggas get iced watch

RIØT (Prod.FALLEN)

Lyrics//


Cause you a mf bitch Nigga 

I kill a six figua 

Then it stick with cha


And you’ll never be this rich nigga 

I’m dropping ice fitta 

And I ain’t fucking with cha


We kill the snitch Nigga 

We tying up the sinna

Speaking crucifix ya

And you’ll never be the rich Nigga 

We dropping ice fittas

I kill the sixth Nigga 

Cause we ain’t fucking with cha 

Tying up the sinners 

Speaking crucifix ya 

Fucking hailing from the choppa and come down and sit ya

Then we coming again 

Fucking making a sin

And bitch I’ll do it again 

And bitch I’ll do it again 

(Back to top)

Cøuntdøwn (Prod. Dime Baggie)

Lyrics// 

Bitch I’m hanging with you thottie 

Kill a shot add up a body 

Yuh

I’m feeling homicidal like them niggas in the lobby

Then I 

Take that shit off yo crown

You talk too damn loud 

Look at me I’ll make you frown


( Cause )


I am not thinking straight

I cannot feel my brain 

Going a bit insane 

Take a hit then see em drained

Fuck that I’m chasing grain 

You is a fucking shame 

Mental psychosis mane 

*Scream fuk *


(I no longer fear type singing)

All night I’ve been dreaming homicide 

Gripping the Glock 9 I ride

Then we fucking shoot it live 

Like the red light in the sight 

I’m not feeling alright (alright)

I’m feeling hella high 

I got the 45 fucking blink and you will diieeee

I’m feeling a suicide 

You look off the hill and it’s do or die

You’ll fucking ride 

You’ll fucking die 

You’ll fucking cry 

It’s suicideee

(Beat drops back)

I am not thinking straight

I cannot feel my brain 

Going a bit insane 

Take a hit then see em drained

Fuck that I’m chasing grain 

You is a fucking shame 

Mental psychosis mane 

*Scream fuk *

(I’m not alright)..

Dismøunt (Prod. Alkan)

Got the knock on my hip we gon beat it 

Callin for shots now we all gettin headed

One tap to ya done now ya seated 

They calling us Jones like we all undefeated 

45 be leaving ya leaking 

Slide through the spot like you niggas be tweakin

Dont run, ya making me feinin

Flock at the opps now we watch em start screamin 

Cant lack watch us keep with the knocky

New Souls, 10 shots to ya body

Aint none of you niggas or shootas can stop me

Pull on the trigger get back to the Tommy

Aint none of you niggas be creaping 

Fuck around we gon turn into demons 

Take ya body and then leave ya there bleeding 

Flock at the opps and we leave ya there pleading

(Rip Rah Rah)

Got the knock on my hip we gon beat it 

Callin for shots like we all getting heated

One tap to ya dome now ya seated

They calling us drills like we all undefeated 

45 be leaving ya leaking 

slide throgh the spot like you niggas be tweaking

Dont run ya making me feining

Flock at the opps and you Niggas there screaming

Got the knock on my hip we gon beat it 

Calling for shots now we all getting heated

One tap to ya dome know ya seated

They calling us Jones like we all undefeated


4 5 be leaving ya leaking slide through the spot like you niggas be tweakin 

Dont run, ya making me feining 

Flock at the opps and we watch em start screaming

Now we back at the block like a newbie

Rip Dot yelling out Whoopty

Lime in the back let shots out the new V

None of these niggas be smoking that loose leaf

Got the dread to my like im Poudi

50 more deep make these niggas a movie

Every opp shot never chasing a doothie

All in my spliff if they jacking the new Z

Like pussy just leave me alone

Always be tweaking and hitting my phone

If you come to my spot den we we jacking ya Vlone

One shot to ya neck leave ya dead there alone 

Two shots, Maxilla ya bone 

Ze be that nigga you don't even know 

And I'm right by my knock so bitch slide by my home

Aiming for red so we taking ya dome

Zhøtta (Prod. JEREMYPRODUCER)

Feature : KARCELIN VII

LYRICS// 

Rack out the 556

Aiming for shootas we knock out ya kicks 

The woadies can’t do it like this

Pop out the V make you niggas do tricks

Yuh 
We spoke on ya dead 

Just shoot at ya niggas  , jus aiming for heads 

You mad while this shit got me fed 

Just get off my dick or start catching this lead 

Yuh

Catching me lowless wanna feel souless

Gottin me feelin like mad hetrocious 

Take a step bitch now you one with roses

When I come to yo city you niggas can’t hold us 

Feeling real low til I wake with these demons 

Look in the mirror like why am I thinking 

Nah 

Why you niggas be tweakin 


Like Grah, heavy knocks 

Don’t run, you finna get shot

Slide w the V and we knock off his top 

Niggas be buggin like we not on hots

Bitch nah , just stop

Talking on woggie get beat with the mop

One shot to ya neck then ya drop

Zaap stay on heat so we beam with the chop 

My demons all creep to the top 

Beam to his back watch niggas be flocked

Roll up my shi now we geekin a lot 

Roll up my spliff now we … AHHH

Persephøne feat. KARCELIN VII (Prod. YouthDee)

LYRICS//

Im eaten alive 

I feel it it inside 

Its blood 

and it came from my eyes 

Bitch i can not just hide 

I’m feeling all dead it’s a regular night 

I’m fucked up 

Creep in the night til I crucify 

It’s fucked up 

I run from my demons but they right by my side 

Its fucked luck 

Foresakin my pride I keep myself alive 

I’m fucked up 

You running from me bitch I’m straight in your mind 

It’s fucked up

Bøllix (Prod. Crcl)

SONG IS FOR NON PROFIT*

LYRICS//

Day dreams 

Long nights 

Take another hit 

Feelin tight

I cannot see my hands 

I cannot feel my brain 

I just see the red when a fucka goes insane 

But Call me knightwing

I can take you the scene 

Make you see the shadows that be hiding when you fein 

Knocka to da dome and you shine like Mr Clean

Swishers on me now she spit me out like listerine




Feeling real slow while my heat go 

And then bring you straight back like a freak show 

And none of you niggas know me tho 

But I’m jacking ya bitch off the migos 

I’m just shooting my shots til I reload 

Come for ya now , I’ll count to cinco

Ya Running not knowing it’s me doe

It’s the Ze coming for da free throw


Day dreams 

Long nights 

Take another hit 

Feelin tight

I cannot see my hands 

I cannot feel my brain 

I just see the red when a fucka goes insane 

x2

Hypnøs (Prod. Texx x Cry)

This song is for non profit // entertainment purposes only!!

LYRICS//

Ya oops be mistaken 
Like

We them Niggas got em shakin 
Like

Switch to the fucking pipe 

Niggas come it’s on fucking sight 

Running ya fucking mind 

Bitc ya look and i can take ya life

Switch from the Glock to the knife 

Pulling more triggers we coming on sight 

X2




Pull out the nine ;niggas ready to split 
like

And I can’t even diss 

Why shottas be gunnin and aiming for hits 
like

But we don’t even miss 


Pulling the trigger ya pussies get sick
Like

Get the fuck off my dick 

smoke all weed niggas like a spliff 

Point the beam to ya lips


And we got all the real top shottas 

Spinning back to the oppas

Niggas come at you in silence 

Then have ya screaming for ya doctors

No opps mad shots

Came straight from the lots

It’s like the more green gimme power so now we coming for ya stocks 

Don’t run don’t trip 

Heard niggas said it in a diss 

When we pull trynna off em

Niggas steady playin jhit 

Like waaaaa

Like booom 

Taking all things from you 

And now yo bitch hit me too 

Put you straight on da news 


(Back to chorus )

Ya niggas salute me 

Ya bitch wanna do me 

But all i be doing is chasing the blue cheese 

Like cop me a smoochie

I’m off the loose leaf 

Niggas be dead for trying to shoot me 

Hop out the v now it’s gettin really spooky

Pull through the mix like I got me a ducuie
Like 

Like 

Hop and the V and it’s gettin real 


And I know how ta spin 

Niggas betta pick ya hits 
Like

We gon shoot ‘em again 

Aiming for headshots til I win

Shawty light me a spliff 
Grahhh

We be goonin for kicks 
Yahh 

We gunning ya out of ya kick

Recøil (Prod. Supahoes x Yungsxn)

S/o Koilake + crokomoko

LYRICS //

Pøland

These niggas stay mad well I’m breakin 
Breakdown for a feel so my heart is not aching 
And I’m stuck in my brain steady quaking 
Demons is drenched and I jus feel taken 
And Throughout all this time I’m just shaken 
Deep in my heart I just know I’m mistaken 
Can’t feel when I’m high I’m just fakin
Take me out slow so that I be waken 
My heart is real fast fast but I’m feeling real low
it’s making me trip , im not one with my soul 
You seeing me run it’s not from you hoes
Can’t take on the demons that’s killing me no
Blurred in my eyes to the back of brain
None of you know that you drive me insane 
I keep on a smile it’s causing me pain
Can’t take no more shots cause it’s making me drained 
My life and it’s going why do it get harder 
I’m killing it now for my son and my daughter 
I’m pushing this shi so it help me go farther 
Cannot give up now but my heart is a staller
——————————————————————————

Wagon

Got the demons and the reaper
Telling me to stay at my lowest 
I’m trying to fight all the urges 
These feelings the worstest 
My bodyparts split up in different chrome hearses 
Just look at my eyes
And you’ll see that I’m hurting 
I feel so fucking worthless 
The devil unearthed this
It don’t matter 
cause everyday I’m fill my pit so I can feel some purpose 

Take another hit now 
Light another spliff dawg 
Reach deeper in your soul so you finish this song 
Take another hit know your heart ain’t this strong 

Fuck all that 
Shawty whip 
And she rock all black 
And you know That’s fact 
Staying so mad cause you can’t get it 
That’s a matter of facts 
 Take your god as your witness 
Sipping dabs 
Out the vial 
Throwing up green ecto bile 
Her last meal 
was 
Shooting up out her throat 
 I know that it hurts 
just live on this earth 
Man our lives are so cursed

Øïzús feat. Wagonman (Prod. Crokomoko x Koilake)

LYRICS//

I’m feeling real shady 

These drugs in my head got me feeling all hazzy 

sipping my cup and it got me too lazy 

We eyeing the oops know it’s getting real crazy 

Out the V and we coming wit the bros 

At the strip shootin 94

Don’t run the demons exposed 

Top of the crucifix is what you chose 

And now that you running ya homies go
Missing 

Pull out the knives watch em start twitching 

Take out the knots tie em to submission 

Rack out my 9 hope I ain’t clickin
//
Shi jammed up we gon go to remission 

Toke on the strap take it out restriction 

Niggas be mad but I ain’t dissin

We crucify or turn em christian 

Run from me now oh you really trippin

Thought I would miss when this fucka clickina

Awaken my demons know we never lack

We taking they souls give ‘em all a nap 

Brodie get smack and he ain’t fighting back

I clear out the way and I
then I rack it fat 

My pockets be hittin knowin that’s a match

Got me hots and you regret it fast 

And all of you pussies be calling me trash

But you need to focus on getting back 

Cause when I’m reloading my shi it’s my last 

fighting these niggas givin them the max 




Like I’m taking the shots like it’s 2k

Leaving you mixing and bloody like kool aid 

And I’m fixing it fresh with the new Js

If I pull out the knocka nigga know it’s too late 

Don’t run ,Don’t trip 

It’s new age 

Flock at the niggas hit em wit the 2 gauge

Legiøns (Prod. Rydondy)

LYRICS//

Im rackin the gun for my demons 

Taking out shots and we making em even 

No ranks No tracks just treason 

Pull out the knockas send em the trees and

The demons that creep through ya dreams

Talk on my niggas , hit em in between 

Run through the 9 and put em on the secene 

Poking his chest making Niggas plea like

Like Kdot man ik for sure

Knockas on knockas beating at ya door

Taking ya homie send em to lord

Seein all red and make ‘em hit record like

 Keep on runnin man of course 

Niggas be chattin like switch up ya force 

 Got the long strap with the poles

Pulling the trigger ,make you hit the floor 

We rapping not cappin this new shi

Fuck up them niggas chase em with the new whip 

Full on my block we not new crips 

Hit up my line I’ll turn you full split 

And ya bitch be just jackin my new fit

Come to the spot and I’ll show you who do it 

Don’t run 

Don’t trip 

All of my demons will eat ya like cool whip 

And I’m feeling real hazzy 

40s and 9s got me happy like daisy 

Shooting you Niggas McGrady

Me and my bro got the strap for da 80

Like smoking ya dead’s call me shady 

Stfu or we come for ya lady

She gon stay steady fucking me daily 

And I’m smoking this blunt like it’s fully of that radi 

Yuh

And you never on shi

But niggas stay steady just suckin my dick

Like 

Put you ass in da splif

Den we gon dance on ya grave and ya dicth 

Like nigga my shootas don’t miss , mess wit me now and we aim for the diss

Don’t run 

Dont run 

I told you again that we making all hits

Legiøns Pt. II (Prod.Rydondy)

UNRELEASED SONG Not mastered / minor mixing 
 Prod. Four3vaa

Rømantic Hømicid3 (UNRELEASED) Lestat x ATG_I$0 x ZeNipPøland (Prod. Four3vaa)

LYRICS// 

I light up the spliff when I’m geekin

Tossing the niggas hit em on the weekend 

Don’t hit up my line cause you tweaking

Rack out them 9s them pussies know I’m feining 

I climb to the top now we peaking

Aim for the shots that be passing the season

Don’t start all that running and pleading 

You doing me bad and we matching the treason




I rack out my 5 

But my shot is on 10 

Never losing gonna win 

My demons taken out ya shin

We toke on the knocks and then we gon flip it again 


Pulling the  triggers it’s a sin 

But I just listen and end this beef like a man

They calling we spinnin w twin

I’m the top of the new age and niggas not jacking a cent 

We chillin and sippin the duccee 



Killing my buzz and we knock out da 2 gauge 

They try to come back I’m like two shay 

But then imma end it and make it ya new fate 

Making a new case 

Fucking a bitch like I’m taking her whole race 

Shhh on ha whole face

Niggas not jacking when I get my full plate 

I’m making a new date 

You trynna come at me and imma go full ape 

Flock out the whole place

Making me mad then imma reach to my tool gate

Like it’s red and it ain’t straight 

Ya whine with the dead cause I squeezed you like 8 grapes 

Then I’m poppin and aim straight 

I’m prestiging my rank and it ain’t play

C.Ø.D. Prod. (Four3va)

LYRICS// 

Count the days in my life  until they going dead

Another pill that I fight til it’s out my head 


Another face 

I be thinking til it’s all red

Back door another creep nigga off a med 

Keep running 

The demons chase the hate instead 

Now I’m running out of time really over it 

Got control of my life but I ain’t holding shit

Heart beating out my chest imma hold the hit

Then we gripping on the knives throw you in the pit 


Taking yo bitch to the dungeon she made me hit 

Now they live with my demons and loving it

Really feedin on the souls make a covenant 

Mfs feeling rough do I even fit 


Mfs feel rough do I even fit 

This was all a mistake I ain’t even rich


Photo Credit : kreepmafia.666

Gensis 6:6 (Prod. GriesGrammar)

LYRICS//
 Absolute freestyle 

Run 
and then we shoot it just for fun 

Don’t ask me if I’m numb 
Cause I make you hit a ton and I’m like

Run
And no you niggas not my sons 

Trynna run at me and then I’m coming for ya gun and I’m like 

Run 
And no I’m shooting just for fun 

Don’t ask me if I’m young cause I’m hittin on ya some and I’m like yuh



You think it’s lie 
You think it’s a game 

Niggas be cap in they raps 
Then think it’s a joke when I knock out they brain

Like nah 

You think it’s a lie 
You think it’s a game 

Niggas be cap in they raps 
and think it’s a joke while I knock out they brains 

And I’m like nah 

You think it’s a lie 
You think it’s a trick 

Bitches be coming aty shit again again 
like get off my dick 


Then I’m like 
Nah 

Shootin just for fun 
Know you hearing sun

Run 
Then we shoot it just for fun

Don’t ask me if I’m numb 
Cause I make you feel a ton 

And I’m like 
Run 

No these niggas not my sons 
Coming for the shots and then we hit it just for fun 

And I’m like 
Run 

And then we shot it then we done 
Niggas steady running and be screaming by the tons 

And I’m like run 


Ouijaboy //

Terrorize my mind becoming painless
Animal stuck in the cage, Im ripping at your face like

Faded
Let that thing hit
Make yo weight shift 
Sacrificial ritual like I freed the masons

Bang bitch
Let them hang bitch 
Sick Entertainment 
556, extendo clips with laser, you need lasik

Assassinate raiding the cops
Getting the whole street blocked off
The cult of the dead is eternal, Im burning a herbalist crop

Prophetic, a king in the crowd
A god amongst Im around
3 days of the darkness the terror arrises, the end is decided, its hell in this town

Bitch we watching you drown
Say goodbye to the crowd

Atalanta feat. OuijaBoy (Prod. Sid White)

Shoutout to Rece’s Aura 🐐 ✨

LYRICS//

The demons start creeping inside

It’s feeding my mind 

not feeling too fine like no

Taking these hits keep my high 

Feel longer alive 

They coming outside like woah 

Lost and it’s all in ya eyes

Feel alienized

Obducting the creatures below 

Load up my 9 and I ride

Aim for da thigh 

Start watching ya blood hit the floor

Society 

It’s starting to peek my anxiety 

The bribery

Takes bid on my life like its hierarchy 

DONT YOU LIE TO ME 

Ya pussies be cheating it’s firey 

And honestly 

My demons stay killing sobriety

It’s feeding my mind like..

Not feeling too fine like no..

I lost track of time like…

Keeping my high on the low…

My demons come right for ya soul 

Ain’t no running take you down below

Pressure weighing on my toes

Screams from my knocka leaving ya disposed

LIKE 

Step in the void out my sight

You doing that running imma take the flight

I got the green dot it’s my lime light 

Pulling the trigger make you half of my height 

I rack up my nine like ..

None of you fuckas will know 

Ya just wasting my time like…

The demons feinin on ya soul

Melonchølie Der Dämon feat. Rece’s Aura (Prod.NetuH)

LYRICS///

i got all this ice on my fucking wrist 

too young for the bars but a nigga spit 

and yk when he shoot nigga neva miss 

got em stiff in the knees but a nigga flip 

yk when it flow you can’t match my drip 

nigga look in my waist it’s a fuckin clip



fucking tweak on a beat make a nigga go stupid 

neva not spinning no blocks but we stay w a tool kit 

Come wit a drill leave ya body disputed 

Nah. 

you thinking we loss it’s a new hit 

Wrench on the pressure and nail it w full grit 

Screwing my mind feelin loose like i’m a knew-sense 

wtf is you talking yk you ain’t knew shi

Brodie seeing my views know ya never beat it 

Fully grind with the heat no i’m not conceded

Nigga fw the treech then he go unseen and 

steady sweeping they feet take ‘em for noreason

talking on bros calling for the legion 

look in face i’m talking deletion 

fkin w us there’s no treason 

gunning the ap yk that is beamin 




FAWK FAWK FAKW 

sippin the drank from the boy that say hello 

yb got me tweaking striaght from the get go

ts got me sick man i feel yellow


the pussy not fye ts be real ghetto

hit on my blunt and then i feel mellow 

pull to block know we hittin the corner store 

talkin on old shi yk u can’t let it go 

lookin at lil twin know he my fuckin bro

shawty be mad when i kick down the fucking doe
 
take out the 40s and knives cause they fucking know 

i’m ready to shoot yk that we let it blow 

we steady roll up and you niggas steady hoe

touch on my shi and yk imma throw 

get you packed up and then you see bro 

you talk all that shit tf did he go 

posted up to the show nigga had 10 hoes 

had a ft w bro and he had 6 flows

hit the spot with the plug nigga had 10 blows 

lil shawty not wimme ts be a hoax

i cannot trust a pussy that be lying out they throat 

lil twin say know me and still hate on my flow

i take out that switch turn yo ass to a foe

L Crashøut (Prod. B-Boy)

LYRICS //

talking on the bros now yk its getting heavy

thought that we was running from you hoes but no we strapping heafty 

aim for leg shot but that pussy got hit in his belly

nigga smoked you out just like(carlos) pirates drop em like a chevy 

Talk that shit but now you know we make it messy

make another hole right by ya lip since you was thinking zesty 

nigga

But now i’m thinking got another vibe 

sitting here stressed out bout a snitch ; i hit another time 


steady wanna crashout like a bitch but only in my mind 

got em fully maxed out with a grip i let this hemme rhyme 

talking bout that life will get you kilt but you ain’t taking mine 

niggas wanna think they really pimp but perkys bend his spine 

Blues take they mind but it ain’t fw me 

got so many views up in mills i ain’t even 23 

wanna put me on a shirt can’t get a fking feat

sqeaks come out the semi it go fftttttddddddhhhhhh right out his fking sneaks

sneak dissing nah you do that get to limping 

no more fades we get to grippin 

double cup you see em sippin 

knock his brain off get to twitchin

ain’t no walking but we switchin

Zømbieland (Prod. DracobinLaden)

LYRICS //

i bet cha find 

i bet cha find
 
yeah i bet chat fine
x2

but you can’t even think a lil

mixed emotions just fein a lil 

weakest demons is making a brittle

taste the blood from the pain in ya liver 

x2


chorus 

the haters so little to me 

you nothing i can’t even see

make me wanna go fucking deplete 

to the shi that be grinding teeth 

man i can even think with ya

getting lost when blink a little 

all the demons thank sinking with cha

take a hit and just fein a little 

x2

Aite . I I (Prod. Blunt Christ)

Sø You Call Me Anorexic

Ghostmane NIHIL type song 
Picture credit: BLXLHART
Prod. KÜBE

NAIL FROM THE TOP CRUCIFIX 
GOTH BITCH ON MY LIST 
I JUST WANNA FEEL ALRIGHT 
BITCHES HOLD ON TROUGH THE KNIFE

Jüst A Słicę

Prod . CRCL 
 The legend 

Picture cred.nichirine from TikVid

Øfflinē

Prod. Vilex

LYRICS NIP PØLAND:


Game he gon stop 
White xans fill the top

Pussy fill the lot 
We all screaming fuck the op

White gang we no stop
White xans fill the top bitch

Yeah 

White xans fill the top bitch 

(Scream) 
Ignited fucking sword trough the neck
With a full lack of respect 

Bitch stop speaking my name 
Bitch stop speaking my name 

Letters of shame
Feeling no fame

Seeing this game 
Ya no
Drowning with shame ya

Game he gon stop 
White xans fill the top 

Pussy fill the lot 
We all screaming fuck the op

White gang they no stop 
Bitches screaming fuck the op

White xans fill the top 
White xans fill the top bitch

(Wait got beat to drop back in)

Running trough that 7 
Big boom like 9/11

Aint no joke 
When you see that fucking hoax

Crucify bitch let her choke 

Looking in my soul it’s broke 
Ain’t fucking with these folk

White xans fill the top bitch 
Lighting on the cop bitch 

Yeah from the top hoe 


Game he gon stop 
White xans fill the top

Pussy fill the lot 
We all screaming fuck the op

White gang we no stop
White xans fill the top bitch





Starter to the album listen for more

ØDEN

Prod. Mathiastyner *

Nip Pøland Lyrics :


457 on that bitch imma ring 
Grey 59 like motha fucka sing

Turn these ass kickers on 
Like Aloe in this bitch

456 mothafucka cut yo wrist 

457 on that bitch imma ring 
Grey horrorcore mothafucka we don’t sing 

Turn these ass kickers on 
Like aloe in this bitch 

Ass kickers on 
Motha fucker flip the switch 

Demons all in my head 
Filling inside of me 
Bitch I feel the fucking dread

40 5 6 numbers in this bitch

40 5 6 bumbers imma switch


457 on that bitch imma ring 
Grey 59 like motha fucka sing

Turn these ass kickers on 
Like Aloe in this bitch

456 mothafucka cut yo wrist 

457 on that bitch imma ring 
Grey horrorcore mothafucka we don’t sing 

Turn these ass kickers on 
Like aloe in this bitch 

Ass kickers on 
jMotha fucker fill this pitch

LØTS ØF VIØLENCE

Prod. DrvmmixK.O

Lyrics //


Bitch I 

I come on this shit then
I fucking die then I 


I fucking die 


And I’ll take everyone with me like 
Thanos and I’ll snap to three

Fuck ya bitch she all around me and I 

(Chorus) 

....the rest got deleted

Physcø

Prod. ALXNE

LYRICS//

Think you running 
Think you running 

But boy you a bumming

Think you running 
Think you running 

Go trip in the dungeon 

X2

Like ghotemane 

Like ghostmane 

This shit is mercury 

Got no friends

Have no friends

Plz don’t mess with me 

In the motha fucking dungeon 
Your words is a jumblin
My life is a stumbling 
My look is a bummin

But rose I be loving 
Leave me lone I’m druging

You mess around mclovin

Demon catch that’s why you runnin
(Second vice begind )

Think you running 

Think you running 

Boi you is a bumming 

X2

Thøughts Øn Running

turn up the volume experience best with headphones or being high

Prod. Pxlsdead

LYRICS//


Hitting trough 7 we go trough the store 

Fucking the same bitch face down on the floor 

Taking out the trench coat we blowing up some more

(High type noted)
Bitch who the fuck is you 

Pop you with a 22

Having mf saying zoinks like Scooby doo


With a 5 saint grey in my brain(echo repeat)


Ya ya paying attention taking a licking

Pop about 47 motha fuckas start 

Then I’m building I’m living fucking up I’m alive 

(Dark deep cove)

Fucking look at me I’ll see trough ya eyes

Take ya fucking soul lsd hella ride

Bitch ya done 

No fun

You buggin you trippin 

The more the fun

Mfs go missing






FREE| DARK HORROR GHOSTEMANE TYPE BEAT “clowns”

Løk Behind U

Prod. by NIGHTMVRE

LYRICS//


(High pitch ghostmane = hallway auto tune)

I’m not happy I’m upset 

Shoot a 20 trough his head 

Coming trough with the trench coat

Resurrecting from the dead 

Lil bitch 

Lil stitch 

Getting mad until I twitch 

Going insane fully physco mode
IM DONE BIG CLIP A FUCKING LOAD
(Transfer into scream)

Going in with a choppa like a fish boat 

Getting bocoupe blades we fucking on a high note

Fly coat 

Grab a bitch by her fucking throat 

Light Em up with that laser I’m my trench coat 

(High ghostmane type sound next with scream)

I’m not happy I’m upset

Shoot a 20 trough his head

Coming trough with the coat 

Resurrecting from the dead 

Lil bitch 

Lil stitch

H2O straight to yo witch

Got the 40 on my wrist 

Getting mad until I twitch aye 

(Dark voice)

Fucking on that bitch with some cyanide 

Round numba 1 we got that 50 ride 

City glide

Hit me down you will fucking die

Yeah look inside my eyes and you’ll know fucking why 





Wait until beat drops back
(

Back to high pitch)

The rest is freestyle my bad I don’t have lyrics for this point on </3

Øptional Catastrøphè (Prod. NIGHTMVRE)

Merchandise in bio 


LYRICS//

Ferotion of the dead

Finger tips to the lead 

Motha fucka dodge the white light seeking with dread

All in my head x6

Cause it starts when you...

(Scream)

ALIVE ALIVE

cant fucking feel 
Motha fucka stay alive


Til ya numb feeling dead 

Ya til see ya self in the bed
(Wait til bass kick leaves)

Ya not born yet


(Scream)

Ya not ya not born yet 
muthafucka die from noose with a long yet 


Ya ya 
X2

Børn(Prod.crcl)

PT 2 OUT NOW : https://on.soundcloud.com/El7FJJ6ft4tIlfepuG 
LYRICS//

Bet cha won’t ya

I bet you won’t 

I bet cha won’t die

I bet you won’t 

Put in the blood mix it with guts

I put in the blood make it with lust

Put it the blood mix with

Bet cha won’t ya

I bet you won’t 

Bet cha won’t die 

I bet you won’t 

Mix it with cuts I put in the dust

Mix it blood take out the rust 

I bet cha eating 

Cyanide

I bet cha hit fifty nine

I bet cha you’ll fucking cry

I bet cha you’ll fuckin die 

Just take in the death note 

Just take in the death note 
Just take in the death note 

Just take in the ..ya

Aite(Prod.NetuH)

Prod. NetuH

HEAVY FREESTYLING 

LYRICS// 

Don’t fall asleep 

Best to stay wake with the sheep

Follow the demons and sink

Calling me Grimm while I go fucking reap 

AHH

(High pitch)

Get along with the DREAD 

Ain’t nothing lifting while I’m in the red 

Yourself you will shed 

(Back to deep)

Ain’t nobody gonna like you

Ain’t no one ever show it 

Get the rest out the 59 imma blow it

Then I uh 

Crematin a mission

Then motha fucking going in 

Call it quest imma fishin

I’m in the milition 

Ah ah

Gonna make a new sedition 

(Base beat goes away) 

Go back to top 

 X2

Undead from the fest

The crucifix ain’t nothin more than the rest

Cum on yo bitch we call it redress

Cut on your neck that’s fuckin depress

Nyx: Xulatran Cultøre (Prod. NetuH)

Prod. Thorn Beats 

LYrics//

mf its a sacrifice 

You call it nice don’t give af its sacrafice

(Reverb)

Yeah im talking sacrafice 

Hit you down from there 9 we call it sacrafice 

going 50 ice 

Don’t give a damn if you nice mf its a sarafice



(Verse) its a sarcafice 

I can’t belive you was asking nice

Telling ways im a fun up bitch thats my fucking life

Iphigenia (Prod. Thorn Beats)

LYRRCS//

I feel okay 
Until the motha fuckas ride

It’s a city raid
Yeah I’m going feelin high 

Shoot you in yo face
Ain’t nobody gonna lie

Until you go and fuckin die
Motha fucking stab yo bride



I’m cum on yo bitch 
Then fuck boi betta
Fuck boi betta

Saying you running 
we done in 
aint nobody touch you 
you foreign 

niggas be cutting my line calling up midwest 
bitcg im snoring 



 Yeah okay we be pulling up 
motha fuckas be goin amd  shwoing up 

ya bitch be filling my double cup 

40 -50 ya done had enough
mixing up words bitch im fucking up

ANd i dont really know when you fillin love
i shoot yo for 3 and im kevin love 
aint nobody gonna mess wit you growin up

Янус (Prod. ZODIACC)

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