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NO NIGHT NO MORNING
Slug Christ - This Shit Cant Be Real
off the upcoming mixtape 'GENOCIDE'
prod. by yung slug

noninomo genocide fuckin flow
Killin em killin em 
Killin em black mask death
Krillin em destructo disk to the neck
Gifted with options I pull out the sausage and bitches begin to beg
woah
Tell the basic ones sorry I'm gay
But keep the 8 plusses in fuckin rota 
Piss on a canvas and sell it for a k
Cop a zip from silk and use the rest for ye
Scream fo yo bitch as My sword hits yo neck 
just beheaded this fuck boy no sweat
Ultima weapon on deck
Unleash that omnislash on to yo set
Bet
Cut em
Fucked like a whore on the back of a yacht 
When This finger keeps poppin the brains out yo noggin
I swear that I'm sorry you left me no option
But there's always answers for problems

I swear to god there's gotta be another way (fuck 12)
I can't exist in this realm my vibes are losing grace (sippin while killin) 

Roll up the trees before slug loses peace
Transcending space looking for something free
eternity will Fulfill my needs
The cycle will cycle and death will then breed

I swear to god I'm dreaming this shit can't be real

to achieve a state of ascended enlightenment through extreme periods of isolation

I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...
I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...
I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...
I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL
this shit cant be real...

This Shit Can't Be Real

NO NIGHT NO MORNING
-a realistic presentation- 
#yungphilosophy
the single 'omnifaded' and title track 'genocide' off the upcoming genocide mixtape
prod. by yung slug

ambien oh ambien you got me b
Slidin down my throat but I ain't really tryna sleep
Xannie bars oh xannie bars you help me breathe
Self prescribed But I ain got anxiety
Olly olly oxy free
Where'd you go it's time to come out of hiding
Codeine in my drank
Numb me numb me up
But I can't feel no mortal pain 

The commercial says that this pill makes you happy
Depressions super in right now but you think you'll feel tacky
And from what they all say they can fix anything you want changed
Your abnormal disorder will vanish you'll be deemed sane

From experience I know all of your options
If your SSRIs ain workin try mollies
Faded in a coffin
Me and zepher always jokin bout stoppin

omnifaded think im gonna fade away
omnifaded think i wanna fade away
omnifaded watch me fade away
omnifaded///omnifaded

Mary mary she always the answer
I'm vapin  dabs of  doja but I ain got cancer
Vyvanse from the kid up in the this honda
I'm stupid geeked up but I ain tryna solve yo problem
doctor x got Cuba gooding powder
He strapped thick paranoid like my mother 
Yo robbie Robbie can I get some valium
I'm super chilled out but I'm tryna chill outer

The shit they say to make you go inpatient
We'll cure you of addiction long as you fuckin payin
made me take another evaluation
Said I party on weekends I had ta fake it
Silky silky front me a qp
Ill have it flipped tomorrow if you throw an ounce for free
Dremel tool all over the opanas
Sorry to my my boo and sorry to my mama

omnifaded think im gonna fade away
omnifaded think i wanna fade away
omnifaded watch me fade away
omnifaded///omnifaded


☦OMNIFADED /// GENOCIDE☦

YUNG SLUG x YUNG LINK
prod. slug god
GENOCIDE: SKETCHIEST MIXTAPE OF 10 BILLION BC

I told myself i gotta start stackin paper 
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick so cold
Slip  it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
Its cool i fucked the witness
And I'm ripped solo
a comma an some digits

A k low
Don't fuck with me
A hunnid grams
To use personally
Two sides 
Fuck a trinity
Middle finger nailed
Can you tell me what that one thing is 
I know you fucking know
Dont you tell me its a secret 
When it's cumming in your throat
Retreat to euthanasia 
Or figure out the joke
A choice that comes free

~Hit you with all that I got
Lookin like heavy arms
When enter ya spot
You can not damage me brah
I am the main character
You're just a supporting role
filler's all they need ya for
It's over
 in and out the door
Beggin and scraping for more
Manifesting a crack whore
Suckin that dick till you gore~
 
A dime sack
Don't talk to me
Couple zones
On the balcony
Kill yoself
Ya Blasphemy
Couple grand

I told myself i gotta start stackin paper 
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick so cold
Slip  it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
Its cool i fucked the witness
And I'm ripped solo
a comma an some digits

BITCH ITS ME, NIGGA ITS THE FUCKIN LINK
IM TAKING YOUR RICHES AND PUTTING YOU 6 FEET DEEP 
UNDERGROUND WHILE YOU SLEEP 
NIGGA IMA CREEP 
THROUGH YOUR MUTHAFUCKIN HOOD WHILE YOU COUTIN YOUR SHEEP
GOT THE MASK ON MY FACE AND BE BUSTIN YOU BITCHES ON REPEAT
WATCH THE BLOOD LEAK
I'M BLOWIN ON THAT STANK PACK TYPE SHIT
HOUSTON TEX PROMETHAZINE DAT LONESTAR PINT SHIT
WHEN I GO BROKE I THEN KICK IN THE DOE AND LEAVE EVERYBODY
WIG SPLIT 
FALL TO THE FLOE AND THEN GIVE ME YOE DOE AND THEN FEEL YOUR FUCKIN BODY DRIP
I GOT THE LICKA THROUGH MY FUCKIN VEINS
NIGGA TALK SHIT AND 900 THE KLICK MAKE DEM MUTHAFUCKIN BULLETS RAIN
NIGGA ON YOUR ASS
MAKE DEM HOLLOW POINT BLAST
I EMPTY THE CLIP
IM TAKIN NO SHIT 
POP YOU LIKE A ZIT
LIKE IM POPPIN A CLIT
NIGGA DONT TRIP
ON MY PISTOL GRIP
BULLET SHELLS RANG
MAKIN A STANG 
GIVING YOU PAIN 
SHOWING NO SHAME 
FUCK ALL YOU LAMES
IM BUSTIN ON YOU BITCHES
IM TAKIN YOUR RICHES 
DEN DROPPIN DEM BODIES OFF IN DITCHES
BELIEVE IN NO SNITCHES

I told myself i gotta start stackin paper 
But fuck all these addictions
Hit a lick so cold
Slip  it in a minute
keep my arms raised up
Its cool i fucked the witness
And I'm ripped solo
a comma an some digits

6 Grams feat. The Yung Link

im gonna burn

out of the way
unredeemable and everyone knows it
locked doors all alone with pills posted
i get scared when i picture that shit open
keep ya distance ion want ya hopin
i can decide if i want paradise
and judgin by my actions i wont suffice
its not my problem shit its not your problem
this shits so stupid cause under it all nothin nothin
~remember me as i was not as i am~
been stuck under crosses naive to the situation at hand
been treadin up mud been treadin up mud feelin  for land
found my arms up in air herron in hand
at the end of it all and i know what to do
backed in a corner theres nothin to lose
hang it up high slip my neck through the noose
step off a chair and this what ima do

im gonna burn

prod: yung slug

im gonna burn

555 666 777
(prod: yung slug)

official video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scGJ7UBoVGg

yeah gotta ounce on me
but it ain work its personal
itll be gone in week
all alone 1 deep
disconnect but not by choice
its just the way shit be
whatcha fuckas know bout me
nothin much just a lot of noise
so keep it rollin on me
solipsistic beat
you can tell me anything you want
but all i know is me

2 cups of that majin buu
Pour a little more that's that Ivan ooze
2 blunts of that piccolo
Roll a little more that's that dragon zord
dolo with the world
yall here but im alone
coagulate to conversate
then melt back to my turf
this effervescent verse
drink it till you learn
absorb and piss it out just like a fuckin mortal
you gotcho squad
familia
you gotcho girls
that you applaud
ever presnt souls that much is true
surround yourself with all you want but all there is is you
distant

yeah gotta ounce on me
but it ain work its personal
itll be gone in week
all alone 1 deep
disconnect but not by choice
its just the way shit be
whatcha fuckas know bout me
nothin much just a lot of noise
so keep it rollin on me
solipsistic beat
you can tell me anything you want
but all i know is me

concurrent vibrations happening
same space and time just different frequencies
youll never truly harmonize it seems
dissonance forevermore just try to change your ring 
its that human condition
crave what youll never have
its not left to decision
more right to elemental
on the brink of division
but what will you end up with
sacrifice your wavelength just to vibrate with demons
on the realest b
i cant fuck thee
not even audible
when u oscillate
barriers between us
a thousand leagues deep
i see a lotta bodies

but all i hear is me

slug

yeah gotta ounce on me
but it ain work its personal
itll be gone in week
all alone 1 deep
disconnect but not by choice
its just the way shit be
whatcha fuckas know bout me
nothin much just a lot of noise
so keep it rollin on me
solipsistic beat
you can tell me anything you want
but all i know is me

ME | YOU

aww she gorgeous melt in me im porous
she let me in the cut all raw while we tore up
cant ignore her im leanin on the border
of goin against that one old notion we dont love emmmmm
but its hard to think twos
i dont even love myself how the fuck could i love you
damn
guess its time to pay my dues
you say you love the slug who fuck is you
got an addiction
denyin girls conviction
but lately i been slippin catchin feelings when she dip in
i ain kiddin mixed up in my chest
breakin mutual vibes backwards macbeth
i attest to the poets of the west with their maidens in their arms in the bed undressed
keep it flowin in the ocean between her legs
im fuckin lost at sea i cant sea me comin back

in lieu of lonely ones i know
i color lines for you
dont pull it over your eyes
oh beautiful

ya friends think im bad for ya health and i heard ya got the house to ya self
but tequila sittin on the top shelf turnt around and said "nigga thats the help"
foyer, shower, patio, kitchen
everywhere but the bed room hittin so mitten still drippin wrist work water whippin
sweet kisses and the sounds of pleasure
got that unh packed up up against that dresser
succeeded in all my endeavors
i found my treasure
x marks the spot
i done made it out the desert 
the temperature just dropped baby girl up in my sweatshirt
i counted all the spots i ain know she was a lepper 
shorty cryin dont stop like she tryna set a record
wonder if i should text her...

in lieu of lonely ones i know
i color lines for you
dont pull it over your eyes
oh beautiful

The Fox and the Grapes feat. FATHER


PROD: YUNG SLUG

im a wrist lock cutter
with a bitch on one
in that two tone eva
with the shits forlorn
just wanna sleep forever
got that melancholia
but i been geekin off the powder paradox insomnia
its just burning while im burning
waking up from scenes unnerving
i tried a grain of salt but i cant help but feel its urgent
throw it up up lemme see ya fuck some
stuck in the way that i move
noided i cannot avoid it i loitered up over the toilets while puking up mortal annoyance to porcelain god
i cant move on
i think ive fallen above
livid and seperated yeah
the story's old and stale and im a broken mp3
they fuck with me
on this stage i bleed
cease

i wont lie its on me
im forlorn
i understand abandoning cause  im
im forlorn
i wont cry in front of me
im forlorn
thats a sigh or exhaling bitch im
im forlorn

hotbox the wing zero cockpit
chopped and screwed basedgod on the fuckin speakers
twin buster rifle aimin at yo bitch bust that pussy in the melon just to show ya whos the chz
on my esoteric i ain really tryna make it
i ain in the business of fake daps and congregations
i ain in the business of some fuckin lobbyists who got the numbers in they skulls and nothin else but
ill crucify myself with not a soul watchin
and resurrect then transcend  by my lonesome
and when that rapture come there wont be a soul to save
the slug alone returns to the holy gates
aww i failed it
oh my god i failed it
black eyed nuisance set upon the fuckin sewage
pale faced and fluent
in nihilistic ruin
im beside my self
fuck it

i wont lie its on me
im forlorn
i understand abandoning cause  im
im forlorn
i wont cry in front of me
im forlorn
thats a sigh or exhaling bitch im
im forlorn

FORLORN

we some war crime girls whats worth killing us
price tag on my head im indifferent
i be like a lotta things but not like video
ask me all the fucking time, i cant rewind doe
im embarrased
i felt no shame until now
next time you see the god
know i ain too proud
of all ive done
ima pour the lean son
mix it with capri sun
gettin cake like jesus
hol up wait im jesus
get a sack and try to fork
if thats your elevate
maybe i should go celibate
in payment to the debt
of all ive done
its not right
its not right i apologize
i lack illuminesence but it tend to hypnotize
what if oceans in the eyes was
just puddles in disguise
lyin to myself all the time, im alive, id apply
i realize all the wrong ones went missing
and now its 50/50 with the fact that im guilty
of all ive done


Of All Ive Done prod. Young Capri Son X Yung Slug

Before the birth, death, and resurrection of Slugger. The angels and demons gossiped of his arrival.For  thousands of years Yung Manic Depression descended from heaven to earth, leaving a trail of slime that transcended the 3D/4D great barrier. The schism of god has commenced. 

On It (Seven Grams) Feat. Stalin Majesty [prod. slug]

This is the prelude to a crucifixion. This is the suicide note before slug hangs himself on a cross. This is a god and a demon fucking each other like its the first time they've gained mortal genitals. This is the part where we go to Heaven or Hell and never return. We cry... yeah we cry, but all is not lost. slugginnnnnnnn

Download

Hollywood Feat. Archibald Slim (prod. Slug)

Holy, Holy, Holy (prod. Slug)

http://genius.com/Slug-christ-im-the-ocean-lyrics/

Buy on iTunes

Im The Ocean (prod. slug)

-I hung myself on this cross so I wouldn't hang myself
-an ode to a forgotten self-sacrifice 

-AWFUL RECORDS-

Cover Art by Ian Ried

Die Before The End (prod. Slug)

i been laying here for hours
it's colder at the bottom of the shower

Produced by Nedarb

Awful Records 2017

Couldn't Tell You Why (prod. Nedarb)

At the Bottom (prod. Nedarb)

produced by Slug Christ

30 band flip for free, run a tab up off raw codeine 
hol up is it a check for me? if it aint a check there then ima leave
pull up lonely, leavin early four hoes with me
watcha got for me tell me watch got for me lemme hear it now
watcha got for me tell me watcha got for me ya ya ya yaaaa
30 band flip for free, run a tab up off raw codeine 
watcha got for me tell me watcha got for me

man i cant see em now, i cant relate
godda big pile of powder in the way
now watch me chop chop it up on dinner plates
chop chop chop chop
i be out there yellin fuck the milky way
damn im delirious, the bag is secure
ya my wrist look just like the arctic shore (god damn thas cold man!)
if ya want beef then its right there next to the morgue yup yup yup yup
30 band flip for free show ya how ta get to tha work yuh

chuggin raw red, now i godda pee
lookin for that dope dope everywhere i be
i just got a check spent that shit on me
i just got the neck then i pissed out codeine
im smokin strong bitch
off the dirty and the clean thats what im off bitch
im still sellin charlie sheen like its christmas
and if ya wana fuck with me its on ya wish list
and its a long list! okay okay!

30 band flip for free, run a tab up off raw codeine 
hol up is it a check for me? if it aint a check there then ima leave
pull up lonely, leavin early four hoes with me
watcha got for me tell me watch got for me lemme hear it now
watcha got for me tell me watcha got for me ya ya ya yaaaa
30 band flip for free, run a tab up off raw codeine 
watcha got for me tell me watcha got for me

Watcha Got

prod. slug

i couldnt break myself
now its all caught up
wrote ur number on my hand
but it all washed off
i swear you cold hardly breathe
when i found you there
said i wasnt enough
that i never cared

you watched me kill myself
i know that fucked up things
but what else can i do
now i no longer dream
you threw up all those pills
sat outside some old church
baby i know it kills
but it hurts me worse

not talkin dont really feel like talkin
cause theres nothin inside of me worth sharin really anymore
i got a problem i think i got a problem
my heads broken and theres no way that i can twist it back on

i wrote ur number on my hand but... it all washed off
it all washed off washed off washed off

you watched me kill myself
i know that fucked up things
but what else can i do
now i no longer dream
you threw up all those pills
sat outside some old church
baby i know it kills
but it hurts me worse

All Washed Off

Don't Understand

prod. slug

nautical nautical nautical
im swimmin out here man, watch me hit my breast stroke!

thats right bitch im awful, nautical nautical nautical
yall boys aint audible. our noise be 12 gettin called on us.
ima swim all the way dont care if i drown
i died too many times from water in my lungs i dont care now
i look in myself for the answer of life and look what i found
i found an infinate ocean
god was penetrating satan
they birthed a child and who was that bruh?
they named him christ and he was doomed at birth
ima go to the fuckin moon where i cant see none of you

between her legs: nautical
pourin up red: nautical
the ocean is me: nautical
the water flow free: nautical
nautical nautical nautical
nautical nautical nautical
you not cool, you not cool, i am cool
nautical nautical nautical

i just popped four xannie bars and i chewed em all
i just popped five percosets and i chewed em all
i ran thru ya hoes ya hoes and yeah they all boo with me
i jus hit another one of them and they wana marry me
slugga with polygamy and i smoke that purple tree
scuba dive come find me, sippin lean on coral reefs
cops pull up we all retreat, fishes to the coral reef
you smokin on that kid cuisine, we smokin on that limosine

between her legs: nautical
pourin up red: nautical
the ocean is me: nautical
the water flow free: nautical
nautical nautical nautical
nautical nautical nautical
you not cool, you not cool, i am cool
nautical nautical nautical

slugga.... why?

Nautical

Log 133: On our north american expedition, a colleague and I have stumbled upon a piece of pre-oil-war technology. The device is early 21st century and seems to be compatible with the data storage unit we found in an earlier leg of the expedition when we were in the abandoned south half of the eastern mega city. This is a recording of the successful opening of pre-oil-war data on site at the mega city dig.

Dont Blame The Stove (Data Log 133)

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