Written and performed by Purgatory and INDIGO.1017
Produced by NOBODY AND THE ICONS, HERETICS WHO EAT THE CORPSE, ZANE JAWS, and SKINSTEALER
Mixed by DOPAD, 05demon
Engineered by DOPAD, SKINSTEALER, and Candace Killers

WHAT'S HAPPENING?! w/ PURGATORY + INDIGO.1017

LIPS STITCHED X  DETHTXANUBIS X V3NDETAA

BXTTL3 D3M¤N(PROD. NVMELESS)

The long awaited W3 x Yaux collab is finally here! Go check out Yaux and I on Instagram:

@w3_musicofficial
@yyyaux

Yaux's Soundcloud:

@yyyaux

Art by Xae

fUNKY tOWN!! w/ YAUX [Prod. PANDEMXNIUM]

GHOSTED (Prod.Triablo)

JUICEWRLD TRIBUTE

THEY WANT TO SEE BLOOD
I GIVE THEM BLOOD

KNVCKIFYOVBVCK REMIX FT ZILLVH

ARTIST: ZILLVH + OUIJABOY
PRODUCER: NATI
MIXED: ZILLVH + OUIJABOY
ARTWORK: ZILLVH

STVPID FVCKS! (W/ OUIJABOY) (Prod. NATI)

Last year I had no goals, no way to get up on my own
This year its back to back track attack I dont pick up the phone
No fear lil bitch I walk this path I go through life alone
Rearview mirror fill with blue lights, downshift gears and then Im gone
I dont need no fucking party bitch I do my drugs alone
Posted up in the 804, stoned, its 9 in my timezone
Last week I lost my job, got no bread im sleeping on the floor
Sometimes when I get high I lace myself just to be a drone
Yeah Ouija feeling helpless, destroyed my frontal lobe
LSD on the tongue, if you see me dont approach
Last month i took a trip, oh shit i took some methylone
Overcoat carrying uzi with a red dot army scope
Something for rats to feed on, are they cannibals if they eat you.
This not a movie no rewind, this something you have to live through 
I want to kill all of mankind, i know that i have to die too
Ouija is calling for genocide, im calling for comets or nukes
I need me a gun, you peewee Im up, my draco potato, its silent
Love when they run, this music for fun, stuck in a rut but im climbing
There is no love, dont get fucked up, I do not bark, Ouija biting
Tell me a lie, take out your eyes
Goodbye to your sight, bitch say goodnight
Bitch I pray to nothing, forsaken and sedated 
Break yo back for fake friends, some shit ill never do
Every day that I awaken, go through life with blank face, grenades strapped to my waist, 
waiting for my doom
We are all godless, searching for a purpose, humans are a fucked race, i hope we all die soon
Yung Nitro sadist, Bitch I am a tryant, set myself ablaze with whats inside my room
Take you underneath, below the city streets
Tie you to a pipe and leave you there to bleed
If you really think im kidding you should prolly fucking leave
Im preying on these pervs, ill put you six feet deep creep

ATTACK ATTACK! (prod. Requiem Cult)

(LYRICS)

Hook: Bitch I like a psycho!
Baby tear through my clothes!
All these mutha fuckas tryna slide in but they all hoes!

She’s said she likes a strip show
So she hit a freak pose
One hand on her titty and the other on her red nose

She left marks on the chaise
She Put scars on my face
Yeah She showed me all her colours candy baby let me taste 

She wants to fuck this ain’t the place
She don’t care about the gates
She’s the opposite of sickly but she still sits on my face

SYRUS: bitch I’m bold when I walk
But I’m hotter when I talk
She so cold to the cops
And she likes that I tie knots

Y’all are jealous what I got
Man You’re begging me to stop
Yeah These girls listen to Sickly Syrus “only for the plot” uh

Everywhere I go!
None these mutha fuckas know!
Just who the fuck I am!
Imma turn your blood to snow!

I don’t have no Fucken clones!
I turned all of them to bones!
And if any rise up from the ashes Imma send em home! UH!

OUIJABOY: Play dead stay dead no recoil when i bust 
Fuck no dick head no friends I do not trust
Scalpel, forceps, anything I can touch
Pins and needles, sowing your lips mouth shut hush
Shoot out with the cops thats a bacon wrapped bullet bitch
I dont got no ops, just these pussies on my dick bitch
Let me watch you rot, machete on my hip bitch
Inject nadroparin, giving hematomas bitch RIP

EXLAX: DUMP THE MOTHA FUCKIN CLIP 
N LET THIS BITCH RIP 
SO MANY DAMN PROBLEMS 
LETS SOLVE EM 
YOU AINT NO FUCKIN CRIP 
I BEEN TRAPPIN EVERYDAY 
FROM MY DEATH BED 
FIND ME AT THE BOTTOM OF BOTTLES 
MIXED WITH KLONOPIN 
I BEEN ACTIN LIKE A FIEN 
FUCKIN METH HEAD 
SMOKIN ON GELATO 
DONT FOLLOW ME 
YOULL TASTE FUCKIN LEAD 
KEEP ON TALKIN 
YOULL FIND OUT 
JUST HOW THIS MAG FED 
LOOK AT ME THE WRONG WAY 
ILL SEND U OFF WITH YO NOSE RED

Hook: Bitch I like a psycho!
Baby tear through my clothes!
All these mutha fuckas tryna slide in but they all hoes!

She’s said she likes a strip show
So she hit a freak pose
One hand on her titty and the other on her red nose

She left marks on the chaise
She Put scars on my face
Yeah She showed me all her colours candy baby let me taste 

She wants to fuck this ain’t the place
She don’t care about the gates
She’s the opposite of sickly but she still sits on my face

RED NOSE (ft. Death Cult x Prod. RULZ ON)

ARTISTS: ZILLVH, IAMRXGE!, & IKILLEDSAKA
PRODUCER: $KIAH
ARTWORK: ZILLVH

F+U (W/ IAMRXGE! & IKILLEDSAKA) (Prod. $kiah)

Ouija's Mansion ft ZILLVH (prod. mathiastyner)

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...

RED NOSE (ft. Death Cult x Prod. RULZ ON)

Sickly Syrus

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