zemaru - VELOCIRAPTOR🦖 Prod: @Vhulto

Ralph Lauren 👛

kira - armamento belico feat JvYoshi (BH x PA)

LH 128 - Tem dias (feat hawk jv yoshi)

💯💯 ig: @druh77, @Slxttmath, @Iamnite

Bandida- DRUH w// Slxttmath & Iamnite (prod.dexhenry) #speedversion

LH 128 - Chamado

LH 128 - Escolhas feat Valadares

LH 128 - Sem Astro • Walking Remix •

PENTÃO - NIWKENY ✪

DJ RENAN VALLE - TUDO BANDIDA JA SABE QUE E AQUILO - SL MC- [[140 BPM ]]

Clyde was a shy guy, a pinball wizard, and he never set a foot into a room without a plan.
To escape.
As of lately he's been checking around corners with a periscopic aura for a body out of place.
Hot damn...
There's an energetic fizzle from a knock upon a window where a Raven had patiently hatched eggs-
on lately, it's last legs.
Been days since it last rest.
A snake in the grass laughing, peristaltic belly breaths.
Ahh man...

Clyde was a sly fox, quiet, as he night stalks-
Slide through an environment like scythes into a man.
Dead wrong...
Niacin deficient, plus, sweaty palms.
Possibly some screws loose, likelier the light bulb-
...gone dark.
All hark! Thar be a villain.
Squeezed through infinity, incipient unpeeling.
Breathe; is it visitors or killers on a spree?
Clyde lies still then skitters onto the ceiling...

"Clyde? Are you here?"

Rat-a-tat-tap, go a shim, to a lock.
Stepped in, three friends, all grins, gun cocked.
Made their way well past the foyer, to the stairwell, from the top-
-they had descended, apprehension, not a thought until a "POP"!

Gone dark! 
All hark, far from the entrance.
Light flashed, right past, eyes on attendance.
Guts dropped like mine shafts and well past a visit.
"The FUCK'S this?!" and "OH SHIT!" and an undulating visage.
And an unrelenting pulsing, all controlling and persistent.
And a feeling close to falling in perpetual perdition-

-it's trickling, sickening. It crept between their skin, that which exists within a moment unprecedented and akin-
To engineering pure perfection of a wicked spider's web which wrapping tighter, is instead revealed as fibers made of sin.
The trio stepping lighter, pulling Clyde from his suspension.
Sensing danger just below him, slowly dangles from protection.
And just before an officer could calm or cough up exposition Clyde unspooled while sinking fangs into a beautiful quiescence. 

Drink now, recluse, drown the thoughts out your head...
Down came the moon, with the stalks of your legs...

Recluse