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offset #1

i met the grim reaper once but he didn't like me either

Instrumental - "Hot N*gga" by Bobby Shmurda
"Gary Come Home" is from the television show "Spongebob."

Hot N*gga Come Home (Gary Come Home)

The Mayor of Booty Town (prod. digitalrat)

shitty freestyle, shitty mixing, for the culture

unmixed/uncaged

https://youtu.be/zYYaCbr2WMI 

Ooooo shit

Say less


Hey 
I'm back
They backin up cause i'm back with the strap 
Yeh i'm back with that shit gon make him take ah nap 
Ion dead beef nigga i'm back on yo ass 
And i stay with the lead like I'm goin back to class
Keep addin up shit but ah nigga failed math 
Drop both of them bitchez ion even feel bad 
Love?
Ion even feel that 
The slugz 
Yeh he finna feel that 
What the fuck is up
Can't get yo shit back
Weapon on me finna push yo shit back 
Like hand over that nigga gimme yo bag
Hand over that i want all of that cash 
Money
All bout that
Ain't shit funny 
Red dot take off hats 
Take off yo head these niggaz ass
Throw that away these niggaz trash 
That's not even hate i'm stating facts 
These niggaz fake they statements cap
Stay inside cause you not bout that 
Enough with the pride finna shoot thru dat 
Suggestion beef you don't do that 
Murder my goons got do dat 
I know you don't wanna go thru dat 
The ground 
He finna go thru dat 
Won't make ah sound 
He could not shoot back 
Wait im trippin 
You ain't got do dat 
Hit yo spot den hit da gas 
These niggaz tripping 
I need 4 fo dat 
Plus da verse i need mo fo dat 
Some dick 
She need mo ah dat 
Round 2 bitch ion know about dat


Ima keep it ahunnidd

Y'all niggaz suck.

DANTE N VERGIL >:) #FREESTYLE [Music Video Link In Desc.]

A deep melodically track, that is very soothing, and could put you to sleep at night.

Brown Shoes

slob 4 president

bliss(prod. Origami)

Storytelling

Storytelling - Delirium [prod. Delirum]

DUCHESS DEADTIME ~<3~(prod fyystar)

3 niggas making 3 nigga music

mfn lyrics:

(Mack)
Blasting, hardly accurate
I could knock your legend with my average shit
And pass it off as just a random hit or even accident 
You’re slacking off adding fleeting z’s to my alphabet with biter bars
You might get lit up and smoked like cigars
You call it trying hard
I call it tryna fail
I'm tryna make a throwaway 
While hammering some final nails into coffins
You're whole career is a bargain
You’re still talking, I don’t have the ear for your jargon
Look, I got a flock of ducklings tryna follow me
I wrote these bars donning a karate gi
While stalking a lava lamp holding socrates
My audience is probably gawking like “Donny is such a novelty”
There’s not a single yellow highlight on my genius pages
I speak a language that only reaches me when I scream into faces “repeat the phrase bitch”
That’s what I call talking shit
I could salt a gnat with all the compliments

(Xao)
Hopping through dimensions fuck a portal                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
Like heavy bass so distorted
 no nite bitch but i stay forted 
Fuck a problem  just ignore it
Just cut it off like a killa
Too good to be true like anime without the filler      
Stay triggered like automatics
So cold like abandoned attics
Shit hit like a dirty mallet
I come and knock down a palace
Filled with misery and malice 
Wait
So in the moment like deadly poison my mind so potent
Blow up like kamikaze
Heard u was scared of explosions
Stuck in the motion like waves in the ocean 
I cannot control it
I just face it and own it
I just hope i dont blow it
I hope i dont blow it
Venoms killing me quickly i just hope i dont show it
As soon as they see a weakness they finna seize the moment
Aint no such thing as forgiveness aint no room for atonement
Set it off like the fire nation 
Make moves like its animation
I know that they steady waitin they wanna see a slip up
Sorry to disappoint but like a flame i only lift up
Tryna test my flow like a beyblade u can get ripped up

(GODFLOW)
I ride alone 
Survive alone 
Im not gon die alone 
I got the microphone 
The lights is on 
And I’m a lycanthrope 
Turn the lights off 
I’m shining cuz I’m
Cleaner than some Lysol
I’m stuck to my flaws 
Just face the lightning 
when I write bars
I break the light bulb 
Then pray the demons 
Feast on my soul 

Sick of the sun 
I think the time 
has come to ash it out 
I dropped a couple tabs
And now I’m feeling 
like an acid hound 
Howl at the the moon 
I slice em up and 
then I pass em out 
I’m blacking out 
Losing track of ounces 
And my cash amounts 
I’m crashing down 
Heading to the pavement 
Just to crack the ground 
I hope that when I smash 
And shatter havoc comes 
To match the loud

slob 4 president

IM PREGNANT

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