Truie fiend im walking round with Knives In my BackPocket
Vacant Appartment Torture You Rip out Your EyeSockets
Oxy Wisdom Teeth Im Smoking Good im Getting DrySockets
Cut you Down The Middle Snap Your Leg off like a Polly Pocket
Took a Swig Of Ahyuasca Drink And then i Fuckin Lost it
Took a Hit of Dmt i Blast off like a Fucking Rocket
Blasting in2 space im Taking Off just like a Damn Comet
I dont wanna hear the People Speak i have No Comment
Lysergic Dimethlymide You Can Call Me Mr. 25
& Im not even 25 But i have lived like 20 Lives
I might Make a Sacrafice Ill put your head Inside a Vice
Truie fiend i give away a body to the roach and mice
Leave You In a Puddle Leave you Begging For your Fucking Life
True religion Pockets Custom Made so it can fit my Knife
Disel denim Baggy as A Fuck i dont Like Jeans too Tight
Laughing at you Cuz You didnt Know I took your money right 
Turn down The road See the Smoke in my eyes it is Bright
Vanish Dissapear Right From Your eyes They Never see a Sight
Blood IS everywhere The Blood Drip Down Right From Machete Knife
I protect whats mine I Keep a Glock & im not tryna fight
I dont Care About a Thing I do not Care Bout Human Life
Take me off this Planet Please Sign Me up For a Sacrafice
Put Me on The True Religion Statue Had to Crucify
People Scared of me For Many Reasons but they always Wonder Why
Curl up in a Ball And Bleed Forever Bleed Until I die
Barbed Wire Fucking Up My Wrists Bitch Call me Truie Guy
Popped a Blue Peter Roller I just Popped a Family Guy
I Creep in the Woods Bitch Day and Night im not a family guy
Help Me Have You Screaming Oh Please Help Me 
And i Be in The shadows Moving Round Im super Stealthy
I pop Xanax bars for breakfast Perks at night because its healthy
Vacant Appartments In her Ears She Said She Felt me
Rip your skin Off Your Fucking Face Ill Have You Skinned
I just Dropped like 40 songs & im not done Bout to Begin
Truie fiend I Crucify myself I Will Bleed Out For Your Sins
Off the Oxy Jack Daniels I Slur my words like im a Sim
Please dont Trust Me Bitch I Might Stab You In The Back
Put some poison in your food I know It Made You Relax
Sending Letters In The Mail Be Careful For Anthrax Attack
Ive been coughing up some Fluids I suffer From Athsma Attacks
TrashCan Packages The Weed is Bussing Out the Sack
I just Shipped a Box Of Loud To My Hometown & i Sit Back
And when Im Touching Base At Home All of My Bros are smoking Thrax
Im at Tyler’s Home I got Amphetamines In My Bag
Uppercuts Right To the Chest Because you know i Flex the Best 
I walk around I Carry Sadness Ive always Been Depressed
Oxy Comes in 10,20,30,80’s To the Chest
Everytime im walking in a room The Truie Girl’s Undress
Truie fiend The True Religion Custom For the Knife Pocket
Blood On The Floor I Might Make Your Family Member Go Mop It
That Bitch Got My Xannies in Her Hands I told her Ass Dropp it
Crime Scene Tape Got Black Trash Bags Of Weed in My closet
Mr. Twenty Five Got Acid Eyes Straight from the Damn Droplet
Book Me For A Show Im Truie Guy Ill have the Club Boppin
Book me for a show Im. Mr25 got shows Rockin
Put my Head Inside a Plastic Bag Im Feeling Forgotten
Wrap my Face In Tape Got Botox Skin Rot It should Say Caution
Blood Drip Into Splatters You see Imprints all on the Damn Robins
BullHog Got The Horns Like Cattle Ranch i got the Damn Oxen
My skin is Falling Off My Face it Burns away like its rotten
I feel Like i Am Welvin The great i laugh and say gottem
I be eating Steaks up at the top Theres crums at The bottom
I be Breaking Atoms right in Half Im Truie Fiend Quantum
Used to Be a Budding Plant And Now They See all of my Leaves Blossom
Treating you like Roadkill im treating You like your a possum
Everybody Telling Me Vacant Appartments is so Awesome

truie fiend - oxy wisdom teeth mr.25 prod enlil

cashamir- walked outside its cold as fukk freeverse (qrixtol)

19! w/ zeke and john (prod me)

GRADEY DICK + Splish Splash & Khaos Kidd (0lim)

Mixed by me
Prd secret garden
Lyrics

Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Million drugs for sales
I ain’t even gotta take yours
Booking packs for sale
Doing rituals in a graveyard 
Two pills inside this cup mix it up with the wokhardt
He ain’t even in the cut he making music tryna act hard
Fake ass pistol in yo post u pull it ima up it on him
Real bullets in this clip we gone pull up ima dump it on em
I ain’t even say a word I looked at him and I slapped his homie
Big ass pistol on my waste and this blunt that ima face it on
Do a line right off my blade and get to fucking twitching on em
I’ve been geeking off the pill my gf tryna calm down
Cause she know when I get high I like to fucking crash out 
Smiling in my face ima show him somthing funny tho
Found out where u stay I just pray your other family gone
Cause we sending strays we gone see u at the funeral home
I ain’t never play im the type to leave your family wondering
Wondering where he stay he in the lake with the fishes homie
Million drugs for sales
I ain’t even gotta take yours
Booking packs for sale
Doing rituals in a graveyard 
Two pills inside this cup mix it up with the wokhardt
He ain’t even in the cut he making music tryna act hard

Crashout Music {secretgarden}

was what it was Ft. Pig Christ (Prod. lvluvvbug)

perpendicular prod 24hvn ft gooiertomato

Prod-Jain Karsa
Mixed by-Kino
Background vocals-HK
Lyrics by-Kino 

I’ll bleed for u see the scabs that are forming
Plant my seed in you make your mind feel 
Important
Sad in my room off these drugs that I’ve tooken
Throat numb too empty house empty stomach 
Blood on my boots from the wounds on my wrist 
Ima come find you if u leave me in that pit 
And I’m still sad to even in my new fit 
Was up for some days I ain’t wanna come down 
Had some thoughts off them drugs really turned my world around 
I wasn’t thinking right was tryna right my wrongs 
And my heads bout as dirty as my old fucking bong
Blood coating on the blade like an old Rusty saw
And I’m thinking bout u when I make every song
Yeah shit ain’t new still making sad songs
off the drugs that I use u can hear it when I talk
Got pills in my shoes and it rattles when I walk 
Can’t think about u cause it starts to throw me off 
Been batting through all this pain in my chest
Been coughing up blood I ain’t seen the doctor yet
And I’m not gonna go rather rot inside my bed
Cause all I can hear is the voices in my head
If she would just listen to the words that I said
Then maybe she could see that It’s not a waste of breath
That the things that we do aernt a waste inside the end

Crashout Music {secretgarden}

Kino

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