told that bitch ya right u a silly fucker 
bet your sis tight u fucking billy brother
nostril blood flood on my pillow cover
napalm all civilians cus we kill for rubber 
told her quiet down u sure as hell aint 4 or 5 now
temper tantrum queen dont get her way in life now
demon party nightmares start to come alive now 
do you really wanna cross that line just to find out 

had to cut open that dog just to cry 
die to see structure of lies 
everyday ducking from spies 
he put psilocybin in rice 
i cant go hour no lines
feels like im lying on spikes 
swallowed charcoal and ignite 
but finally finding my tribe 
throwing down rope after rise 
turning my mope into prize 
everything all the time x3

nostril blood [prod. amertume + hellsing]

dong fang w/ biv [prod. kill ebola + pulse]

apprehension in my brain
screaming i aint never safe aye

purple moon and blood snow
warming up in front row 
not enough i want moe 
pussy dough and the dope 
nodding out 
fondling doubt
crushed by the blink of an eye
disguise is the only thing dying 
my tears never crying im back like im spying like sketching and writing but breathing and trying im grinning at something im finding while mining aint minding ya
i aint ever minding yuh 
making me lively im flying up

apprehension [prod. takizava]

lyrics 

incapable of love bitch im toxic
drug tests are the only time im positive 
i wish suffering and sadness had an off switch
thats why im drinking when i pop shit
thats why im puking in the faucet 
thats why back in early august 
i went to class with pills in my pocket 
but i left cus i cant work in an office
rather rot inside my closet make clothes sell beats
art is the only reason why im still breathing 
on my laptop all night when i cant sleep
back hurts cant see when will someone sign me
flying out to different states and countries trying to find me
all these meds jus make it hard to let my fucking mind speak
saying that she good for me but i aint good for nothing
mabye if im distant i can let my fucking soul free
nobody miss me
my mind is empty
someone come end me
someone come end me
x2
fuck a chain bitch id rather rock a noose 
when you better thats when locals want a truce 
but id rather crush up oxycontin put it in my goose
im already rotten what the fuck am i gon loose
what else can you do

biv

they aint give a fuck about me
they bluffed up lie through they teeth
loosing myself bitch you nothing to me
cant even sleep i cant breath
the fuck does you mean x2
aint no longer the team 
you gon act like you seen
pistols, poisons, and dreams
fuckas poppin them beans jus to lean for the scene 
you can miss me with all of that
fuck just to call her
bitch i need all of that
lil punk fuck where your collar at
fuck ya questions 
fuck ya life and lessons 
fuckas talk your blessings never get to steppin
a mofucka cant have shit
doing devil choke hold on my soul fantastic 
i wish you would mofucka 
you doing all the shit i wish i could mofucka
i pull up to your set i hope you good mofucka
all thoughts telling me i should mofucka
fuck around and leave this shit for good mofucka
clip to my lip let it rip blow the back out my hood mofucka

poison w/ biv

بندیز، نظم یا تسلط، غمیزم، او ماسکوزم د جنسي عمل په توګه.

R.I.P w/ HXNJV [Prod. FLVD]

lay with me and we'll escape baby x2
i know that your brains racing 
fast pace and i been adding to the hate lately 
aid pain and im so sorry that i aint making 
this shit easy for you difficulty game playing 
substance aint been saving me but i still crave hate it
makes me forget and numb myself but now i aint facing 
what i need to be with you and now you aint patient 
just come here i like when you near
why do i keep pushing far from me 
turning something into nothing aint do shit for me 
now im aggressive cus im stressing and my fist forming
forcing you to fill your bags now out the door storming
even if we aint good pretend 
cus our love will never if we end

disappear here i feel better when you near 
dispose of your fear lost lane lemme steer 
top of your tier
see a wolf when you get sheered 
depart from peers who want you smeared ill wipe your tears when we escape im hard on you your heart cant take
i made your mind state solid hate 
turning home to vacant me to mental patient
cus its safe to say my sane brain deflating 
sun rays erasing cus the raining staying 
and you aint aye wait bitch your my moon shine chase it face it
see you when i stalk your days and
we aint back and now yours in braces 
kill us both i know that satan waiting

escape

kill ebola - rodents (prod. pulse)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw-dKVyM2qE&t=5s

orange hallway full of fried pretty puppets

fixed lyrics 7/20/2021

broken arms aint give out a fuck 
broken heart aint give out a trust to any other living being
barely for me why you flex? my ears
sealing up
trophies wont give you none block phones im heating up 
claim that you care when you horny in dms ya
no stamina for a meeting ya 
i been fighting with the feening ya 
you aint good unless you really try 
you aint holy by a golden sign 
you pointing fingers like im in the sky 
im admitting faults you should fucking try it
cant express emotions so i scream and write
my narcissism left a bitch in fright 
my narcissism left a friend in spite
i need to meditate aint thinking right growing and working hard outta sight 
im ight if you asking mix till im half deff
scream with my last breathe cant hold a ladship
leave the dark in the notes 
sell all i own to be back in your home
can i connect to something?
i been away from you months and now once again i feel nothing

kill ebola - eat ur neighbors [prod kill ebola]

fuck off my path
ride with me we'll crash aye
two faces get bashed aye
get the fuck out my map aye

sleep tight i been loosely me 
wake up and leave and shed the sheep ripe cattle battle bicker beef 
lost abilities to love and agree over stimulated world sick of seeing 
space out in my rhymes closed eye right being inside 
hand doing work for me
i cant but i wanna leave 
the lights where i wanna be
dull me down just to socialize and im fucking bored 
your insecurities typing hatred in message boards 
corporate store with a back pack we gon feed the poor 
peggy flow we make abstract for the walking morgue

help me [prod. pulse]

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