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Denzel Curry - Hate Government [demo] (Prod. by FNZ)

Produced by 

@xerogi

Lyrics:

FACEPLANT

[INTRO]

[ I'll put to the blade to your muh-fucking face, if you don't give me space, 
I won't let you escape
Talk all that shit until FV involved 
Put your face in the ground 
And ask how does it taste x2 ] 

[Hook]

Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing 
Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing 
Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing 
Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing  

[VERSE 1]

FACE PLANT 
bang in your head with my fist
Break my knuckles when I hit your ribs 
I don't play, NO  
I'll rip your body apart with my fingertips bitch I just want you to bleed, YUH  
Licking my lips when I see your blood spilling, yeah I'm finna kill em with ease 
Better bow down, 
I told all you peasants that I am the king 
I am convinced I'm a god 
You cannot me tell I'm not 
I am convinced I'm a god 
You cannot tell me I'm not 
I AM CONVINCED I'M A GOD 
YOU CANNOT TELL ME I'M NOT !!
I AM CONVINCED I'M A GOD 
YOU CANNOT TELL ME I'M NOT!!!!

[Hook]

Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing 
Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing 
Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing 
Face plant, I make em face plant 
I let my blade swing

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FACEPLANT [Prod. Xerogi]

Produced by Tec.

Mixed by me and @stranded999

Lyrics:

Lately I been feeling so depressed now 
Hiding the fact that I'm such a mess now
Friends come and go, 
I'm trying hard, not to, stress now 
Can't get a grip, 
I'm holding on to what is left now
But nothing's left for me 
At least that's what I feel 
Life itself seeming like this shit ain't even real 
All these scars I carry, they will never heal 
So I called the devil, said I got a deal 
Made up my mind, 
there's nothing else that you can say 
Please don't shed tears for me 
I promise it's okay 
Things are better this way 
Things are better this way 


Fly away, 
just fly away,
Just fly away, 
Just Fly away, 
fly away, 
fly away 
Just fly away 
fly away
Just fly away

Spirited_Away

Spirited_Away [Prod. Tec]

Fuck Love w/ Kill Ebola (prod. Azrael)

siren sounds
hit the ground explosive rounds take out a town
blow me now open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds
sell their souls 
by the pound to make some gold 
inside rolling up the mold 
doubt ill be alive and old 
young and fold

clear glass full of red liquid love prescription 
breathing walls when the tablet kick in 
old ignition burning gas to cure my livid 
let me finish get a fucking second for the explanation of my recollection why you nothing but a slutty self centered cunt with a smelly one
got a smelly tongue burning russian creme when im giving up 
livings tough prolly gonna stop it when ive had enough
way too young
room is smoked out like a frat house bet you pass out 
ask how i be drinking popping burning louder than your bowl sounds
imma fowl mouth reaper in a hoodie bow down when i come around
with the wrong crowd

siren sounds [prod. kill ebola + pulse + plurbs]

KILL EBOLA - RAMBO [PROD. MURDERME + PLURBS]

KILL EBOLA - SOCIOPATH [PROD. BLACKLIST]

KILL EBOLA - FLESH [PROD. PULSE]

PRXJEK - 5N4K35 (ELYTSEERF) [PROD. $TRANDED]

ZOTIYAC - PULL UP OR SHUT UP *RARE*

HELLFIRE (feat. PRXJEK) [PROD. RAILREPEATER]

heres a song off the album for yall.
credit also goes to "yves tumor - broke in ft. oxhy", was a big inspiration for this song and was sampled here.

lyrics:

biohazard
come and meet my dagger
stab a cracker
watch his fucking brain splatter 
beneath the radar
try to fucking track us
im not a rapper
im coming with the strap yah
making bangers
who i am it doesnt matter
you is a rat yuh
call your self a mad hatter
you are a faker
better eat whats on the platter
know your manners
your reality is shattered
i am a hacker
not on pcs with an axe yuh
this beat a slapper
cracking your skull with a hammer
top of the ladder
where i belong bitch you better
give me some head ya
otherwise ill break your fingers

BROKE IN [PROD. PULSE]

fuck me suck me sip my spunk
suck me misses lady like you manson on stage sip my spunk 
this song basic hate it fuck it i dont care ill just have fun
gag this girth grasp it firm
sack of sperm what you earned 
spunk dispersed quench yo thirst 
busted pipe leaking murk 
back on my shit dirt flinging onto it 
pits paws dig coffin quit popping shit kid
that motto aint it end up the end of the cig 
now mama panicking neurotics tripping in climax the flick
she wanna ride tell her polish the rims 
she wanna die thats another sad sim
snuff film for grim population gets trimmed

spunk

ive been loathing in the fear since i fucked you
need emotions that you bear imma hunt you
or grow up to others with some nuts loose
i dont want to promote drug abuse 
make a new game imma fucking play through 
drain brain food fuel for the changed moods
so sick of the venomous gossip said 
thats enough read dont wanna manifest it

your glass full of yourself bitch
past on hold eating souls in apartments
coal in stove whole dome in there melting 
been a minute since i felt shit 
if fists were rocks bet the walls got my pelting 
dont worry bout my health bitch
know it aint me when the drugs got me belching
fuck out my face bitch cant recognize faces not like i know names is this breakdown what change is to find dirty places on earth thats done aging to kill us all off full of hatred
rather be cursed than tamed bitch
maybe one day ill watch my fucking language 
right now watch myself love anguish 
maybe one day ill swim to the sane bliss

brain food [prod. homele$$]

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