Lock you inside my garage
Extend my tube, let the car fucking run.
Don't Double cross me, I'll kill you for fun.
I'll murder everyone under the son, Huh.
Blood on my tongue, Cos I scream too much,
Uh, What is this title you claim to want?
You don't know what it is, And it's showin'
Put you underwater wait for bubbles to quit blowin.

Yeeeaaaahhh
Hoes stay tired of my antics, we be movin' bricks
Cross the coast, we atlantic.
I know that bitch already know who the man,
Shit crawlin' down my leg off the bathsalts,
slammed, bitch.

(LOPE DOPE)

(GRIEF LYRICS: Pull up with Lope Dope n Hannibal
We got some animals
Locked up with danimals
Aye
I’m sipping on Fanta
I'm talking like Santa
I‘m rapping some stanzas
Like gang, Like gang
I got the glock
N’ I’m sippin’ wock
Yeah I cannot talk
Lil’ pussy you flop

Talkin’ my talk
Stalk like a hawk
Beam on the glock
Suck on my cock

Yo bitch gonna gawk
Make sure she can’t walk
On her knees like a mosque
I got bands I got oct

Za I got stock
Runnin’ the block
Shell like some shock
Strapped on the clock )

Lock you inside my garage
Extend my tube, let the car fucking run.
Don't Double cross me, I'll kill you for fun.
I'll murder everyone under the son, Huh. (x2)

I HATE THIS PLACE THE MEDS DONT WORK IVE BEEN HERE FOR 7 YEARS

Double Cross

Double Cross (Ft. Lope Dope & Grief) (Prod. TxTrees)

prod by the 1 & only https://soundcloud.com/prod_mariin
ARTWORK: https://www.instagram.com/f0x.4rt/

[shoutout mariin, mariin?]

I got red on my white tee 
My old friends don't like me
I just chill with my wifey 
I hope that I write Clean

I'm only chilling with the people that I take a liking to, that isn't you
I drink the bottle then I smoke & watch the view
I drop shit so hard man it be smelling like poo.

21st century rapper I got nothing & no friends I stand in front of a pc & make beats for the bands. 
Make enough bread for the rent
Like earl I bend I don't break 
If you talk shit I'll hold you're head at the stake
That's a nice view for the state  
My belly full of the Staek
They throwing words of the hate
They ask me if I'm happy I Got more on my plate 
I know too much to say 
Write that shit on my grave

[I'm more ill today] 

Bloody preme hoodie faded in the room
I'm on the 3rd bottle 
I myself am fascinated by the things that I do
rapping with the flu, It's true 
I do anything to get this money fool

& don't approach me if it ain't opportunities or food 
I just about had it with kids waiting for co-signs 
when their music sounds like dropping a stool
[skotskr 2022]

[spit on em]

I'm the slang buster 
aka the beat conductor
everywhere I go 
I got my pants saggin
Kids is naggin' saying what's brackin' to the heat that I'm packin'
They gon' need a napkkin for  the meal I'm boutta' make happen I'm

way too drunk 

I'm way too drunk in this shit

WT [PROD.MARIIN]

Gut Shot! [prod. shadyhelios x zer0xthrash]

HELLO KITTY GLOCKY (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

DIEEEEEEE Ft. VOODOOCHILD X NOISERAG X MOONLUVSLUNA X KNG$(Prod. By E9)

JYNXTHAJOKER x GHOJIRA - BLOOD VALENTINE (PROD.FCKGURMAN)

woods [[MUD]]

Artwork: Grxypaint
Produced by: fuckdisturbed
Mixed by: Plydough HELLOCYKA & MTLFCE

(Lyrics)
Imma spin down yo block imma let my rocket pop
Twisted metal punks fuck Boozle he the cops
I'm coming 4 yall necks like I'm rolling put with mops
Our mosh is non stop till we chillin on top

I don't give a fuck bitch I'm rocking with the punks
Like we walk up in this bitch always got a blade tuck
Coming after missing like you done fucked up
Like Yowai is a bitch tryna see the fuck is up

Imma Stomp on yo face like our bullets never graze
Only making hits like I promise I'll amaze
Quit talking no yo story come & see me to my face
Claimin we all pussy ain't no one know yo name 

Hate everybody want the world to fucking die
Pack another punch All my opps will never slide
Homies keep it real in our beef they gonna ride
If you wanna block if yo hood we gonna slide

Oh keep yo head down this war is getting real
Fuck the underground all yo souls I'm finna steal
Come and try me bitch keep on punching I don't feel 
Me and MTL runnin up like this shit is really real

(MTLFCE verse)
a bootlickin nigga thats some shit i dont like (ah)
why dat boy afraid to run up come outside
(ah)
go ahead unload the clip i wont die (ah)
how you dont even smoke gas but you fried
(ah)

bitch ugly so dats why yo babymom inside
huh?
couldnt join the club so now you gotta lie
huh?
heard that fucker say he not afraid to fight
let em know like kanye west shit on sight

a suit made nigga thats some shit i dont like
(ah)
boy you movin like a fed, fbi (ah)
why you tryna get yo hoes from the team
big bitch couldnt get a big bitch in his
dreams

TWISTED METAL (feat. MTLFCE) (prod. FUCKDISTURBED)

#OUTSIDEPUNKZ 
mixed by. V.KEI 
verses in order---> 

TOFUU666,

TRIPLL888 🚫,

V.KEI,

THE_QUIET_KID_BRO,



MountainSidePunkz! w/ TOFUU, V.KEI, & LUNG (PROD. RICH LOSER)

EDEN (REMASTERED) (Prod. Sedivi)

Thank you all for 1.5k followers! Heres a track taken off my debut album "Cytopathic", coming soon.

PROD: @ESTHETICGLOOM
MIX: @NAVVVI
ART: @RIPBLUD & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[VERSE]
Gold teeth 
Sinking in the skin
Big bills 
Hold it underneath 
Hold it down with a clip
Round here
We dont it like when you breathe
Eyes fixated on the diamond hand
Watch it shatter into pieces
Put the keys inside turn them to the left
Ruby water pouring out the head 
Black matter on the fingertips
Apocalypse been forming past the curfew
Only with this cash will I ever be important
Sneak preview
Watch the children eat the dirt and now they bleed you
Forgot about the billions was too busy making trillions now we burning down the masoluem fine dining on the corpses for the weekend
Five stars
Five bars
Coughing up that fine tar
Five cars pile up outside the checkpoint
Mama said a check can fix what the heart cant
Red Button aiming at the ones that chant
Say "Goodbye! Please just come again!"

[CHORUS]x2
On and on and on and on
I'm running out of cash
On and on and on and on
We blowing up the middle man

[BRIDGE]x4
On and on and on and on

[VERSE]
Stomping through the mud I cant wait to get back home
Went to war with nothing gaping holes inside our domes
Turn the smile into one big bullet hole
My fat little finger linger on the dud
And now they say they want some more
Weaponize the lies
Wetting up the ties
Cufflinks shine
But the face dirty
No birds just the AC130
Awful quiet round these parts
A missing man picking up the pieces of a missing land

Read it all in the newspaper
Couldnt rest cant trust my new neighbors
Put the shattered pieces of the mirror back together just to step on it until it's one big crater

[CHORUS]x2
On and on and on and on
I'm running out of cash
On and on and on and on
We blowing up the middle man

Cytopathic

Rex '84

Stream/Buy

Papa Sleep - Rex '84 [prod. esthetic gloom]

Hit me up on Instagram: @sicklysyrus if you want to work together! 🪡

Missing People
1/4 Zero Mortals


Coming in with a Manic sound mixed with Hard Dark Trap, Syrus delivers hard bars along with his intricate flows and schemes. Growing up with old Hip-Hop and a love for the underground rap scene, Syrus is inspired by the classics and the new style and inputs it into his music. 

Character Backstory: Syrus was born an angel who served God for millennia. One fateful day, Syrus committed the heinous crime of murder in heaven. God saw him unfit to be an angel and cast him out of heaven after ripping his wings out of his body and breaking his halo. Syrus fell to hell, beaten and broken. He was forced to serve Satan for eternity as punishment for his crimes. After a few thousand years Syrus grew tired and resentful to Satan as he tortured undeserving souls while God pampered every evil guest who entered his gates. Syrus left hell to walk earth but as he did his wounds became very real as his divinity began to fail.

As he sulked around the northern part of the world, his body emitted the most pure form of rage and anger, scorching trees and boiling water as he passed. His divine form was cracking and spilling his lifeforce out into the world, he was dying with each drop. Fortunately, before the last drop of divinity fell from his body he came across a dying man in the woods. Syrus soul bonded with the man, keeping them both from perishing. Due to the mortals weaker mind, Syrus assumed control of the body as the man sat shotgun as a voice in his head. It was a match made in heaven...

EDEN (REMASTERED) (Prod. Sedivi)

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