TO THE MOON! FT. IKNOWSTAR67 [prod. kidshorty]

prod vince.m10
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/

LYRICS:
I’m sipping on wok 
While you sip on robatussin 
Imma kill a mutha fucka
& there’s no discussion 
imma leave his bloody body
looking so disgusting 
I been doing this so long 
That it really ain’t nothing 

B-B-Break inside yo home 
And you know that I’m clutching 
We can get it brackin
And that choppa starts bussin’
Had to put my phone on don’t disturb 
it keeps buzzing 
gotta be a custy 
Maybe it’s yo bitch or something 

you don’t fucking know me 
So stop making yo assumptions 
catch you at the show 
And I’m dumping with a hunnid 
All these chopper’s on me 
Got that pussy boy running 
Put a hole Inside his body 
size of a Funyun

Tuck it 
Up it 
Fuck it 
Bust it x8

Choppa Alabama 
The way its fucking yo cousin
Got long guns like a musket 
Blowing shit like a trumpet
Bitch I’m tired of yo fussing 
F-F-Fuck these stupid hoes
All that shit Im never trusting 
Leave everybody dead 
like “no Russian”

Beat his brains in like concussion 
Man I’m always up to something 
Brand new grills I’m looking stunning 
Sit and wait for prey like hunting 
Kick his head in like I’m punting 
Breaking limbs I love the crunching 
Imma break em til they’re crumbling 
Load up slugs & then I’m pumping 
Bust his head apart like pumpkins 
Talking hot then imma slump him 
Turn my music up I’m bumpin
Speak up pussy stop the mumbling 
get the bag that you keep fumbling 
I’m still hungry for this shit 
so my stomach keeps on rumbling 

Tuck it 
Up it 
Fuck it 
Bust it x8

I’m sipping on wok 
While you sip on robatussin 
Imma kill a mutha fucka
& there’s no discussion 
imma leave his bloody body
looking so disgusting 
I been doing this so long 
That it really ain’t nothing x2

TUCK IT, UP IT

Prod pxlsdead
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: Zack Dunn

(LYRICS)

PROPHET:
Extended clips
on some movie shit 
Red beam to his head 
now he shivering 
Imma eat his raw organs 
like the liver king 
Imma stomp a bitch out 
In my timberlines 
Get too much pussy 
I could never simp 
Certified pimp 
walk with a limp 
Got so much money
that I swim in it 
Smoking like I have no 
Fucking limit bitch 

roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs 

(roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs)

MILITXNT:
Run it hit it spit it with the motherfucking blade up in my pocket u ain’t living 
fighting with the devil he keep hissing got the bullet right beside me I ain’t missing 
I got blood up in my throat I keep on spitting 
I’m gonna run it up 
im gonna fuck it up
taking your life better give it up 
so many bullets I spread it up
blood in my throat gonna cough it up 
feeling like shit
talking to demons it’s making me sick 
coming for you I don’t pick 
light up and smoke him then flick 
I got my blick dance on your grave take a piss 
Glock 19 wit a beam ready scheme 
gang right bedside me we making a scene 
sipping the blood im a feen 
knife to his head imma cut it off clean


roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs 


roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib

PROPHET X MILITXNT - ISOLATE

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

PROD VINCE.M10
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Fuck all the rats 
Tryna to take my cheese 
I get the bag with ease 
All bout the money the green
I don’t smoke pack with seeds
Only that gas for me
Backwoods Russian crème
roll it up in a leaf 
Lace the blunt watch em tweak 
Sippin dirty not clean 
I’m the plug usb
green dot for the beam 
Hit em up watch em lean
Cut em up watch em leak 
I get rough I get mean 
Taking out enemies 
No one fucks with a G 
Bloodied up throwing b’s 
I can’t fuck with a treesh 
Some hoes need a leash 
Hit it once and I leave 
Knife play imma freak 
Leave blood on the scene 
Got blood on her sheets 
Imma get what I need 
letting my demons feed 
masked up Halloween 
Aim for the head not feet 
Face shot he can’t speak 
Terminate all the weak 
letting my choppa eat 
Now rest in peace 
Turn to a butcher 
when it comes to beef 
Stomp on his skull
& I pull out his teeth 
Knife on my side 
& it’s tucked in a sheath 
Pull it out 
Slaughtering all of the sheep 
Tie up the rope 
Now he’s hanging from feet 
Stabbing the body 
& watching em bleed 
Axe in my hand 
Got me feeling like creep 
On the block with a mop
& I’m doing a sweep
Got a taste for the kill 
Now I’m bout to feast 
All my mutha fucking opps smoke pcp 
Like baki they all wanna taste defeat 
& i won’t stop killing til my goals complete 
Imma body bag a fag
While they put out a tweet 
Imma get you in the night
while you’re sound asleep 
I won’t even make a sound 
Not even a peep 
at the top of my life 
It’s not even the peak 
Cooking up in the booth 
I got the recipe 
All this money on me
Like I’m a treasury 
You committed great sin 
And that shits treachery 
Imma finish what you started 
And that’s called destiny 
Y’all are sleeping on me
You must be counting up sheep
All y’all counted me out 
& now you’re riding my meat 
I just had to go harder
For this shit to complete

NO TRACE

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THIS WIDELY FEARED SPECTRE SCAPES THE ACRES OF THESE DARK, EERIE WOODLANDS, SCATHING ANY BEING IN IT’S SIGHT UNTIL IT’S VICTIMS BECOME AN UNIDENTIFIABLE, HOLLOWED CARCASS OF WHAT IT ONCE WAS.

THIS MALICIOUS ENTITY FEEDS ON FEAR, AND FEASTS ON BLOOD, FLESH & BONE MARROW. WITH NO INNOCENCE, THIS EVIL SPIRIT DECIMATES ANY FORM OF PURITY THAT DARES TO STEP INTO IT’S RUINOUS VOID. 

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EGO MURDER, PT. II (feat. TrickWitTreats) (Prod. Blunt Christ)

Young Overdue - TRACK THEM DOWN ft. Trist B

DEMONS (feat. TRIST B)

DEVOUR - TrickWitTreats X Trist B (prod. Numb$kull)

UNHOLY (prod. Aragoth)

Prod: (outworld)
Mix/mastering: (ARAGOTH)

LYRICS:

Kick em up let him take that flight 
grab my knife ready slice and dice
fangs up high ready take that bite 
sweat comes down as ya chest get tight 
hands get numb ready rot frost bite 
kill on sight I will  excite it’s fight or fligt 
feed on flesh a parasite 
Motherfucker talking hella shit I make em vacate 
put a motherfucker in the ground what the snakes ate 
spin around the block like a motherfucking beyblade
31 shots make a motherufcker a pay day
Kick em up let him take that flight 
grab my knife ready slice and dice
fangs up high ready take that bite 
sweat comes down as ya chest get tight
Can’t think
can breath 
can’t speak
I’m weak 
I step on bones beneath my feet
I let the blood drain down the sink 
the acid rottinh out my teeth 
spit on my name dance on my grave give me a reason to not feel ashamed
taking the blame burn in the flames die in a cell that burns me up decay 
spit on my name dance on my grave give me a reason to not feel ashamed
taking the blame burn in the flames die in a cell that burns me up decay 
I am the one call my name  dead Skeleton
hit my chest it’s a vest like veteran 
needle in  neck let ‘em rest like sediment 
feast on flesh from chest need  medicine 
I need medicine
my will is malevolent
all these skeletons
got me shivering 
I need medicine 
I need medicine
take my soul because I’m selling it

EGO MURDER, PT. II (feat. TrickWitTreats) (Prod. Blunt Christ)

TRIST B

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