feeling silly silly aint been really willing 
for a lilly lilly wont give her achilles 
need a milly milly so the river filling 
breed my billing billing so the liver spilling 
shop pop it flopping vamp in zone 
rocket lock in shock lamp in bones 
burned my burned my brain chromosomes 
cant find cant find my way back home 
ambient seroquel imma fight off the sleep your belittling is cute spreading bruise for a fee
magnify where it hides then its back to the sheep 
slowly steep in the tea electric shock chicken beaks

charred lamb w/ biv + ripkarter [prod. hxlx + frosttt]

prod by @svrviiive
cover by @hollowmindisdead

lyrics:
all my lyrics and shit
wouldn't make any sense if i wasn't a whin
but even if it is, at least ima real.
and i'm not a fucking pussyboy, not a fucking bitch

i don't give a fuck, i don't give a shit
if you think that ima low cuz i never was heard
try to make some sense of this pile of my scream
and you'll see the truth, you will see me bleed, you're just a bitch

sometimes i feel like piece of trash
and im tear on my lungs and my morbid flesh
i repeat it often like its my prayer
but it's my own life, i've never played

my creativity is self-medication
not a money counter , or love motivation
for me this commerce like a decapitation
i curse this shit and i will never make it

i curse this time when i was sick and doesn't know where i go
and while these motherfuckers think its an image im tryna cope
and my life is a record, ima needle on a gramophone
which draws new scratches everywhere until it comes to abrasion
(x2)

where will my fate take me this time i want to know
i feel so sick but if i've come this far, it means that i can't stop

i am feeling like erased
and i got no trace
so i hurt myself
like it's just in case

you can see it in my face
i am got in impasse
and i hate this place
and i hate my space

and i keep on fucking trying
all the motherfucking ways
how to love my flesh
how to love my face

and i'm really fucking try
win this goddamn hate
and i'm really trying
to win this hate

abrasions. [prod. svrviiive]

I aint done with you bitch 
Kill ebola do the pitch 
Do the drugs hit the itch 
Cut your guts Follow sin
Hallow fit Wallow in 
Tock is thin Knot in chin 
But thought is wind So Suck my dick lil bitch
Or spin on it like its fidget 
Swallow kin of burning bridges 
Running out of precious minutes
Locked inside an endless prison
Another role another goal for gold while under supervision 
Theres no difference if im living or existence where its hidden 
Falling stuck in place ya
I cant feel my face ya
Or whats left of life a tripping time a glimpse of savior 
The love a meal im late ya
Cannot feel the faith ya 
Pay back all i owe i know deep down i wont betray ya 
But Now its like a corpse im towing 
Seeking highs forever lowing 
Empathy throw off the loathing 
Apathy bloat over showing 
I dont know the state im going 

[Biv]

Mama ain't raise no bitch
Got a couple bands and it ain't fix shit
Check my mental off my list
Stomp when I pop out
Man got no face when the lights out
They don't play that shit homie pipe down
Sit in peace I'm a geek she bite down
Thoughts talk when I stay up
Got a mind of my own got my weight up
Run run for the funds that they made up
Watered down clowns they don't really pay up
Limited time make your way up
Fuck out my face
Fuck my day up
Bitch fuck out my face
Less you pay up
Too many faces
You made up
Mothafucka never show face
Fuck a no name
Man you a bitch made 
Runnin life at my own pace
Chrome clip to my left brain
Fuck around and relocate
Face fuck the fame
I got worse by the day
Bitch it's always this way
Taught by the loss
But I'm killed by the gains
Bitch I'm killed by the gains
Bitch it was never your business
Water they pockets
But dirt for the victims
They see nobody gone miss him
Playin a system
We been caught up in a mission
They put your life on a snippet
Fuck with they fixes 
Bitch that's a one way ticket
Bitch that's a one way ticket

Makeup w/ Biv [Prod. Kill Ebola + Frdm.wav]

WATERGXD - Night with my killer (prod. crwdxd)

I present you the last version (hopefully) of this song. Originally a song part of an album 'Degenerescence', talking about an individual going down the bad way, (in)Sanity would be the song where he would doubt everything and question reality.

Song mixed and master by Casper Jensen (https://upsound.com/artist/casper-hersoe) 🤘

Download (in)Sanity

(in)Sanity

Chains broken. Crowns shattered. Bow to None is gothic metal forged in fire; thunderous riffs, relentless drums, and vocals that roar with defiance.

This track is rebellion incarnate: a declaration of strength against corruption, tyranny, and false kings. Heavy, unrelenting, and unapologetic, it’s an anthem for those who refuse to kneel.

Bow to None

dead.

instrumental @warfill
mix/mastering : @frxchtzwxrg

LYRICS :

END MY LIFE/
STABBING IN YOU WITH THE KNIFE/
LET YOUR BODY SACRIFICE/
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRIBE/
TALK SHIT BURN YOUR BODY TILL YOU´RE FUCKING DEAD/
PULL THE TRIGGER SHOOT THE BULLETS STRAIGHT IN MY FUCKING FACE/
FUCK FUCK DANCING WITH THE DEMONS/
FUCK FUCK DEVIL BITCH SWALLOW SEMEN/
GOD IS THE DEAD GOD IS DEAD GOD IS FUCKING DEAD (2x)

VOCALS FOR FLIPS

GOD IS DEAD (PROD. WARFILL)

@abortedaudio
@biv
@pxlse

I had to reupload the track due to me uploading the wrong mp3 file.
LYRICS:
KILL EBOLA:
Get out my peripheral you pons x4
Get out my life foes x4
Get out my life x8

KILL EBOLA:
You know how it go hoe blow smoke not the only thing in yo throat slow mo nut on yo face like a gopro mojo watch it free promo hoes jokes gogo gadget gag this dick like a cut throat gun smoke coming out your third eye shut close jumbo order dick with funds low to go junk showed munch moaned mouth foamed ah ya grope toes
Tipping over clit clogged dong fang
This ain't yo above average love song sang suck my balls babe taking off yo thong let yo paws swang
And sit down on my booth lame
Could care less if you loose sane
You look best with a blow brain
You look good as a gun range
You look well as wall paint

BIV:
Static from habits that cause the havoc ive had it my eyes been dry i been at it dont hit my line with yo baggage
Heavy on my head bound
Lucky as you said now
Thought a fucka death bound money talk ain't hear a sound
Your style your milage the very places you pile in all them faces you dying with same bitches supplying it i got time you ain't buying it hide my place you ain't finding it on my dick like you grinding it duck the bitch she too violent i got

help me [prod. pulse]

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