Lyrics:

[Eatthen]:
Devour the beat Know it’s E A T
Wonderin if you love me like you KI KI
Gotta be Loyal aint trynna be Sleazy
You trynna run it back can’t be Too Easy

You know the Blickie gon Hit if you trynna be Loud
Get the Stick and it Knockin it bang yo Door Down 
Grab a Knife n it Choppin it Cuttin you Down
Get a Fork N im Chompin i say the name Proud

It’s that Starlight Shit
Hear my music you know that it Hard Like Bricks
Imma Star But still trynna Up Music 
In a Heartbeat gettin a Million Clicks
Where to Start Bitch I still be Figuring It
Like
Okay Yeah
I got 800 time for Celebration
Thinkin it’s Nice when you hear what im Bakin
Racin the Beat I rap the stu is Blazin

If yk me I aint catchin no Case Yeah
Hop in 400 im doin the Race yeah
Hot out the Border I feel like a Mexican
Feel like im Dora Exploring mySelf Yeah

Beat goin Left Right, Left Right
I ain’t stop for no Red Light, Red Light
Boutta knock out his Head Lights, Head Lights
Is he Bi well you’re Dead Right, Dead Right

I Beat The Beat like Jocks in Boxin
Cop A Shaka got no Problems
Out my Thoughts no Longer Haunted
Dj Smokey No Hot Boxin

[KNIFE HAVER]
like im quinn get straight to moppin
grab my axe and get to loppin
all they heads off be like glados
flood your room with neurotoxin

ITS THE K N I F E
R I P TO THE OPPS WE BEAT
ACT RIGHT OR YOU GON SEE DEFEAT
MOTHAFUCKA I AM THE SCENE
I BEEN BUMPIN SHIT WIT THENEAT
DISTORT LIKE TRIPLESIXDELETE
LIKE SEVEN AINT NO STOPPIN ME
TIL DEATH DO US PART
THATS MY THING

BE LIKE CLICK
TAKE A PIC
WITH THE FAGGOTS ON MY DICK
TRYNA RIDE 
CAUSE IM THE SHIT
Y'ALL CAN BITE CAUSE YOU A BITCH
IM LIKE NASCAR
MEET MY FIST
GOT DEJECTION
THATS MY FIT
TRIED TO BLOW UP
BUT YOU MISSED
SAY YOU COME UP
YOU AINT SHIT

[Chorus]:

Devour the beat Know it’s E A T
Wonderin if you love me like you KI KI
Gotta be Loyal aint trynna be Sleazy
You trynna run it back can’t be Too Easy

You know the Blickie gon Hit if you trynna be Loud
Get the Stick and it Knockin it bang yo Door Down 
Grab a Knife n it Choppin it Cuttin you Down
Get a Fork N im Chompin i say the name Proud

South! feat.KnifeHaver (finngotit)

Lyrics:


Aye Bitch Who Left My Keys In The Car
Of my Lamborghini
Last they See Is Me
Now They’re Gone
That boy PP Teeny
I Can tell his Meat
How he Talks
Smoke that Teeny Greeny
This ain’t for the Fiends
I Need More UghUGH




*MUSXLE MAN VOICE*
YUH YUGH,
UGH
YEAH BITCH I NEED MORE (I NEED MORE OKAY)

I CAN’T FIT THROUGH DA DOOR OKAY
(DHROUGH DA DOOR OKAY)

LEAVE HIS PUSSY ON THE FLOOR
(ON THE FLOOR SO LAME)

I NEED DRAMA FOR THE LORE
SpeedItUp!


Parked In The Park Then We
Fuck In The Dark
Hit that boy from That Far
Leave my Foot In The Door
Now he Thought Bout It More
Wanna Record a Porn
That’s That Cul-in-ary
Get your foot out the Gutter
I’m Pull A Mary
Get my Threesome or Many
Got Zero’s Plenty 
Now my Bank Account Ready
I’m Off that Henney
I feel Sickly like Larry



1:02
YUGH
SICKLY LIKE SYRUS
MY LIFE ON AUTO
PIIILOT
THIS DYKE BITCH WANNA FIGHT AND
YALL AINT COME FROM WHERE III LIVE

(1:12)
*whisper*
yuh oh yeah uh
Feel that Bass Drop Uh


yuh oh yeah uh
Made her Face Rock uh


YEAH SYRUS IS THE MAN
GOT THE FACE MASK DAMN


YEAH BITCH I AM THE MAN
TRACKSTAR CHASE BANDS


Aye Bitch Who Left My Keys In The Car
Of my Lamborghini
Last they See Is Me
Now They’re Gone
That boy PP Teeny
I Can tell his Meat
How he Talks
Smoke that Teeny Greeny
This ain’t for the Fiends
I Need More UghUGH




*MUSXLE MAN VOICE*
YUH YUGH,
UGH
YEAH BITCH I NEED MORE (I NEED MORE OKAY)

I CAN’T FIT THROUGH DA DOOR OKAY
(DHROUGH DA DOOR OKAY)

LEAVE HIS PUSSY ON THE FLOOR
(ON THE FLOOR SO LAME)

I NEED DRAMA FOR THE

*Sped Up Version*

*Slower Down Version*

(Bonus track!) Lamborghini! Feat.SicKlySYruS (LVK + FONY)

Lyrics:


Fony Wallace Biatch
Thump My Chest right on B I’m
Rackin it Back
Wanna Talk
I Attack
Bitch I’m Smo-Kin his Pack
Wit the Pole
Catch him Lack
Got his Hoes
In The Back
We Are Foes
Ain’t Wit That
What I Told
Ya I’m Mad

Bat
Bashin on Him
Vanish he Can’t Slap Back
Rat A Tat
Choppa At Him Talkin
It Be Knockin That Hoe Back
Pack
On me wit sum Guns inside my Raps that I Be Cap Rap
Dick Body Attached that’s my Extended Mag
Back Hand

Bitch Wanna Talk Back
Give a little Slap
Ain’t No Games
Bitch I Bop Back
That boy gettin Rocked Spot climbin to the Top Knocked Back
GihMy Spot Back
My V Spin Around it do sum Donuts on the Block

Bat
Bashin on Him
Vanish he Can’t Slap Back
Rat A Tat
Choppa At Him Talkin
It Be Knockin That Hoe Back
Pack
On me wit sum Guns inside my Raps that I Be Cap Rap
Dick Body Attached that’s my Extended Mag
Mindset

Fuck These other people wanna Bite Back
Spit On what they don’t Understand
But Can’t Chew
On the Fact
That they put up a Mask
And do what everybody Do So 
Others likin them Back
It make me wanna use a Fat

Bat
Bashin on Him
Vanish he Can’t Slap Back
Rat A Tat
Choppa At Him Talkin
It Be Knockin That Hoe Back
Pack
On me wit sum Guns inside my Raps that I Be Cap Rap
Dick Body Attached that’s my Extended Mag

Shit Slaps wanna Beat A Fag
Back In make his Body Fractured
If I’m Catchin that boy Lackin
Pray To God It’s Heaven
Seven times I Tried to make Amends we still Opposite Ends of Friends we End It
Never Precedented that we’d ever Bend It

Bend Back
Wanna talk Back To A Big Man 
Slick Back
What I’m Smooth As
Get my Lick Back
Tic Tac
Hop Scotch
Dodgin all my Problems
When I Stick That
Knowledge I Absolve It
No more Stressing in my Thoughts

B-R-I-DGE
Do not Like It when We
Bite Back and you’ll see?
Just Keep Up
What you wanna do in Life
Get yo Freak Up?
Beat Up
Meat attached to You
Now wanna Liink Up?

Bat
Bashin on Him
Vanish he Can’t Slap Back
Rat A Tat
Choppa At Him Talkin
It Be Knockin That Hoe Back
Pack
On me wit sum Guns inside my Raps that I Be Cap Rap
Dick Body Attached that’s my Extended Mag

BASHIN! (FW)

Lyrics:


Mic Droppin Like The Bass
It Go Pow Make It Shake
It’s Too Loud Ears Break
What Now He’s Erased
I Go Shout In The Face
What About Way I Say
How I Feel N What I Make?
Tell Me When You’ve Break-

WIGGLE WIGGLE WIG-
WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE IT x4

Breakthrough
What I Say To
Other People When You Ain’t Too
On The Same Groove
Im Improvin What I Make Dude
But You Ain’t Move
Other People What I Hate Too
But I Make Do
What Is Your Excuse?

WIGGLE WIGGLE WIG-
WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE IT x2

WIGGLE WIGGLE IT
TAKE HER MOUTH, I TAKE A PISS
SAY IM NOT THE BEST
BUT LIL BITCH I AM LEGITIMATE

FUCK THAT
TAKE HER MOUTH AND I TAKE PISS,
THAT LIL HOE BETTER BUCK BACK,
YOU KNOW I DO THE MOST,
SO YOU KNOW I GOTTA BUST BACK,
MUST HAVE,
ALL MY SONGS A MUHFUCKING MUST HAVE,
IF YOU TALKIN ON THE GANG, 
THEN MY BLICKY GONNA TOUCH THAT,

EVERY SONG IM ON IS A MUHFUCKING DUD,
SAY I AM AN ARTIST, 
BUT LIL BITCH IM HERE TO FUCK,
TIC TAC TOE, LIL HOE, YOU DONE,
AND YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY,
BITCH ZILLVH IS MUST!

WIGGLE IT! Feat.Zillvh (FonyWallace)

Lyrics:


Aye
Hit It From The Top
Itty Bitty Bop
Milly Rock
Hittin 50 Bongs
I Got It On Lock
Did It Wrong
Now you Sick and Cough
That shit Smellin Strong
Slimy Off
Wipe The Wax Off
Wipe the Slimy Off

In My Fit
Wearin Big Jeans
Feelin Set
On Some Silly Shit
I Keep it a Beam
I’m Depressed
Such a Silly Bitch
In Your Beef
Involvin The Rest
Itty Bitty Dick
Shut Up Please Stop Talk
You Arrest

Aye,
Where’d it go?
Lost yo Common Sense
Oh No
There It Goes
Because You can’t keep Secret
Gotta make it a Whole Show
Makin Sure Everyone Knows
Out Proportion where it Blows
Like Her Back You Gon Fold

Shivering im Cold
Formin Art it like sum Dough
I get more Dan Uno Dos
I got more Dan One-A-Dose
Talkin bout sum Common Known
In My Lane I Stay N Go
I Got No Goons I Got No Hoes
I Just Stay Movin In Solo

Aye
Hit It From The Top
Itty Bitty Bop
Milly Rock
Hittin 50 Bongs
I Got It On Lock
Did It Wrong
Now you Sick and Cough
That shit Smellin Strong
Slimy Off
Wipe The Wax Off
Wipe the Slimy Off

In My Fit,
Fuck a Jit
You ain’t Wit The Shit
Ain’t my Bitch
You can’t have a Pinch
What I’m Bringin In
Lippin Dick
You say you not Gay
But you still Lippin Shit
Really Fit
In Wit all the Bit-ches
Thinkin They The Shit

Silly Shit! (FonyWallace)

Lyrics:


YUH OKAY
YUH OKAY
YUH OKAY
YUH YUH YUH
AYE

BITCH I DONT GAF ITS YO BOO THANG
BITCH IM FLY AS A BIRD ITS LIKE WU-TANG
PAYIN FOR CONSEQUENCE ITS LIKE WHO PAID!?
GAF BOUT YO LUNGS GOTTA NEW VAPE
WHILE IM WORRIED BOUT DRESSIN IN NEW BAPE
FEEL LIKE A NAKED APE
NEW SHAPE
TAKIN A BREAK BITCH I TAKE A DAY
GOTTA NEW ALTER EGO I CAN’T THINK A NAMES

AYE
PUT A NEW NIGGA IN DATA BASE
GAININ PLAYS BITCH I BE SLAVIN LIKE DAY TO DAY
FADED GAYS
FUCK BOUT THE FAGGOTS SEEN EVERYDAY
BETTER DAYS THAT I BE SEEIN WHEN NOT AWAKE
BOUTTA TAKE
IN ALL THE HATE AND THROW IT AWAY
BETTER FACE
ON ME YOU JEALOUS AINT ON MY WAVE
SHAWTY BAE 
PARTNER I BE TAKIN OUT ON DATES
OUT ON BAY
BLONDIE WHO I WISH I HAD THE NAME
ON ME IS
ALL OF THE STRESS CARRIED EVERYDAY


Takin in Racks
And now I Bag It and I Tag It N I’m
Bringin It Back
To when I use to fuckin RapLikeThis
I’m turnin my Back
To a Version stayin in the Past

I’m makin a Bag
Im Switchin Attacks
Are you really in it after sum Fags
That Makin you Yack
Cuz they makin up sum Shit About You
What do you Do
Fuck the people wanna See You Below
How Do They Feel!?
Look at everythin I See In The World
Is It Even Real

My whole Closet is worth More Than Your Purse
Fuck about yo Deal
Back Stabbing like who Turnin It First?
Inversin the Verse
Mind Static now I’m Offa Tha Perk
Turn It Into Purp
I’m Cappin
Fuck that Stupid Ass Shit
Quit Injestin It

Uh Yuh
I’m makin this Quick
Talkin bout the Cadence I be Spittin Out My Lips
People they be Starin when they See Me In My Fit

Yuh

FALALALALA
CHOPPA BABABABABA
CHOPPA GRRATATATATA
SHOK ALAK ALAK ALAK x2

FUCKIN WIT MY GANG
FUCK THIS SHIT I AINT FUCK WIT NO MIND GAMES
DIFFERENT PERSON SINCE OVER THESE 9 DAYS
DIFFERENT MINDSET FEEL BETTER THAN YALL LAMES
AINT DO NOTHIN ALL DAY FUCK ALL YALL LAME
BE MORE ROUND THAN A SQUARE IM JUST ALL LATE
ALL LATE
CHANGIN COLORS LIKE IM 
FALL DAY
FALL DAY
FUCK DO THAT MEAN?
MY MOOD ALTERING
ALTERING 

YUH YUH
AYE

BITCH I DONT GAF ITS YO BOO THANG
BITCH IM FLY AS A BIRD ITS LIKE WU-TANG
PAYIN FOR CONSEQUENCE ITS LIKE WHO PAID!?
GAF BOUT YO LUNGS GOTTA NEW VAPE
WHILE IM WORRIED BOUT DRESSIN IN NEW BAPE
FEEL LIKE A NAKED APE
NEW SHAPE
TAKIN A BREAK BITCH I TAKE A DAY
GOTTA NEW ALTER EGO I CAN’T THINK A NAMES

AYE
PUT A NEW NIGGA IN DATA BASE
GAININ PLAYS BITCH I BE SLAVIN LIKE DAY TO DAY
FADED GAYS
FUCK BOUT THE FAGGOTS SEEN EVERYDAY
BETTER DAYS THAT I BE SEEIN WHEN NOT AWAKE
BOUTTA TAKE
IN ALL THE HATE AND THROW IT AWAY
BETTER FACE
ON ME YOU JEALOUS AINT ON MY WAVE
SHAWTY BAE 
PARTNER I BE TAKIN OUT ON DATES
OUT ON BAY
BLONDIE WHO I WISH I HAD THE NAME
ON ME IS
ALL OF THE STRESS CARRIED EVERYDAY

DON’T GAF! (LVK)

PRODUCED BY: @ALLIRT
VOCALS BY: @Eatthen!
FEATURE BY: @KillWaryy

SHAKA! w/WARYY (prod.ALLIRT)

Feel It Again<3 (wydsonni)

SHOUTOUT THA GOAT 🐐 SYRUSSS DASS THE HOMIE

Key 2 Happiness feat.SicklySyrus (prod.Mud)

BEAT ON! (TripleSixDelete)

Cha Cha! (FONYWALLACE)

KEEP ON YO TIPPIE TOES!!

LYRICS:

WAIT
BLOOD ALL ON THE WALLS
YOU SHOULD TIPPIE TOE
LOSE YO KIDS
I MIGHT CUT OFF YO BALLS
IF IT GET PHYSICAL
LUNATIC
THEY KEPT ME IN A BOX 
I AIN’T FUCK WIT THAT SHIT
IN THE MIX
INTRICATE LIL THINGS MESSED FOR YOUR LISTENIN 

HOE WE GO *GRA TA TA TA TA*
AND THEN SUM OTHER SHIT
WE PULL UP ON YO BLOCK
THE CHOPPA TALK
BUT WE AIN’T DISCUSSING SHIT
THIS HOE TRYNNA PLAY GAMES 
THIS ISN’T SAW I’M 
TAKIN CONTROL A THIS
SHE BEST KEEP IT A BUCK
OR ELSE SHE FUCKED
HER FAMILY EXPLODIN BITCH

BITCH
I AIN’T GOT TIME NOR ANY FUCKS NAH
BUT I’LL GIVE ONE 
IF YOU TRYIN TO GET KNOCKED UP
BITCH
I AIN’T TRYIN TO GET SWEPT UP
MATTER FACT
PLEASE JUST DIE THE CHOPPA CUT YOU UP

WAIT
BLOOD ALL ON THE WALLS
YOU SHOULD TIPPIE TOE
LOSE YO KIDS
I MIGHT CUT OFF YO BALLS
IF IT GET PHYSICAL
LUNATIC
THEY KEPT ME IN A BOX 
I AIN’T FUCK WIT THAT SHIT
IN THE MIX
INTRICATE LIL THINGS MESSED FOR YOUR LISTENIN x2

Physical! (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics:


ENERGY PULSATE 
GET MY FIST THROWN INTO YO WHOLE FACE
GET ME PISSED NO YOU CAN’T HOLD
YO FATE 
SUCK MY BALL SACK BITCH *TIMMY TURNIN ON THE*
WHOLE SHAFT

SHE A PRO BASHIN ON THE BONE BAD
MAKE A HOE MAD I CONTROL ALL THAT I DO SPITTIN ON THE WHOLE TRACK GET YO HOME BLAST NO MO PHONE

LASTIN ON THE NET,
I FEED THAT BOT FENT
*BREAK-NECK* BENT
LIKE HIS BITCH IN BED
PUT HIM TO THE TEST
WILL THAT BOY CONFESS
LIKE IT IN HIS ASS
FAGGOT SO DEPRESSED 

HAIR IS LIKE A MESS
WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN BITCH I FEEL THE BEST
I’M TRYNNA RECORD
MESSIN WIT FINESSE 
ON MY OWN ACCORD
YOU NOT ONE TO BRAG
GIVE HIS TOE A TAG

SMOKE THAT BOY NOT A PACIFIST
I WON’T TAKE HIS ADVICE THAT BOY DON’T KNOW WHAT RAP SHIT IT IS
TAKE HIS BONE IMMA RAPTURE THIS
I’M JUST RAPPIN N FAPPIN IN BEATS LIKE A MANIC BITCH 
WHY YOU SO ENIGMATIC BITCH 
WHAT YOU TRYIN TO PROVE CAN YOU EVER BE HAPPY BITCH? 
DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW SAD IT GETS?
OVERTHINKIN LIKE EVERYTHING THAT EVER HAPPENED SHIT

(Ghost Autumn)

Off these damn cheat codes
Hah I gotcho nose
Hah I gotcho bones
Y'all I'm gonna blow 
Up like a fucking bomb 
Rolling up the toms
You are far than gone
Y'all think you be god
Talking that shit, I would think you a bull
Y'all making me smoke off this big ass bowl
I'm needing the vibes I don't need a new hole
You suffocate as I'm rebranding my soul
Meeting with demons, I met up with Eatthen
We never be beefing 
We out and we screaming bout life's fucking meaning
Like it's really breathing, we ain't gonna feed in
The muhfucking leeches 
Watching me fail makes your ego rise
Everyone care when the emo dies
Watching me fail makes your ego rise
Everyone care when the emo dies
Talking that shit, I would think you a bull
Y'all making me smoke off this big ass bowl
I'm needing the vibes I don't need a new hole
You suffocate as I'm rebranding my soul

NRG PULSATE! Feat.Ghost Autumn (Prod.Ohbats)

Prod.Syrnge
Feat.Syrnge 😵‍💫

Lyrics:


PROD
SYRNGE 
STICK THE DRUMS 
IN MY VEINS BITCH
I’M SO
FOREIGN 
TO THOSE ONES
BUMPIN DRAKE YO BUTTHOLE 
I RIP
STICK MY COCK IN YO DICK 
WHAT THE FUCK I BEEN OFFA 8TH ROLL A ZIP

BITCH I DIP SWAG DIP
THERE’S LIKE 6 FAGS JIZZ x3
BITCH I RIP THAT SHIT
YOU GON TASTE THIS SPIT

LIKE THE MIC 
THAT I BITE DOWN
THESE PUSSIES THEY AIN’T WANNA FIGHT NOW 
THIS ROOKIE HIS MIXIN I’VE DIED WOW
HER COOKIE IS SOMETHIN I LIKE WOW
I PASS TO SYRNGE-

Bitches cant stop biting on my flow when im rappin
Im just cappin, on the beat, but that shit heat 

WOAH HOL UP
I CALL UP NAZ FUCK UP
LIKE FUCK THE JEWS WASSUP!?
BULLSHIT I SPEW FROM UP
ABOVE YO GOD I AM

Run yo pockets, I do target practice on yo body
Cum got aim assist when im fuckin on a hottie yuh
Me and Eatthen at yo crib n we bouta dump like 30 clips
30 clips on my hips, watch this shit, bouta flip, stop suckin on my dick cuz it clearly dont fit
Motherfuckers dont even know I spit quick
ahhh shit, the beats over

sum shitty no melody song no shade to syrnge tho ;3 [Feat+Prod.Syrnge]

Jolly! w/w1reh3ad [prod.Determinology]

Shoutout to: Sickly Syrus 🎭

Lyrics:

(Syrus)

V: got gold in my pants, that’s why I never zip up
ya girl in a trance, that’s why she never pick up
I get paid in advance, better pray you never slip up
I get laid in the back of your ex girls pick up 

I got rocks on my feet, gold lace on my laces
walk in the street, turn errbodys faces
I dress in rags but I still hit bases
MLB like Mad little bitches

I got Gucci I got Prada and it only cost a dolla
Got no money in my wallet, yet I’m still racking up gualla
Hello mama, I got nada but I still can buy product
You want drama? I say HA-HA, that’s some shit I do not folla OH!

(Eatthen)

I GOT GUCCI I GOT 
PRAD-A-A-AA
GIVE YOU THE REASON THEY CALL IT THE 
CHOP-A-AA-OP
GODDAMN CUBANS UP ON MY 
MO(M)-O-O-OOM 
HE WANNA TALK THAT BOYGON GET 
MO(P)-O-O-OOPPED 

THEY SEE ME WALKIN THEY BLIND FROM MY BUST DOWN I’M DROPPIN A LOT JUST TO DRIVE DOWN THE BLOCK HOW DO I KEEP ROCKIN THE NEW LATEST WATCHES THEY WATCH HOW I’M POPPIN HIS BITCH WANT GET UNDER MY LOUIE V BOXERS 

FUCK NOW 
NO CAN SHE CAN TAKE THE BUS DOWN TOWN
MY PAPERS RUSHED NOW
MY POCKETS STRESSED THE COMMAS DROPPIN DOWN
MARRIED TO THE BAG NOW
GET MONEY I’M SCREAMIN OUT FUCK THAT HOE
THE GUCCI JACKET, THE FUR, AND ROLLS I OWN 
I DROP A RACK LIKE A PENNY MY CLOTHIN SOLD
NOW I BE UP YOU CAN TELL BY MY HOME

Ifyourehungryeatthen’s Album

Prada! w/SicklySyrus (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics: (the spelling is not important)

YUH
SPEERO
DON’T GIVE FUCK ABOUT NOONE’S HERO
SEE YOUR PLAYS THEY STAYIN AT ZERO
SMOKE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOUR A SPIRIT x2

WAIT BITCH

UNTIL I PUT MY PHONE DOWN
TILL I’M READY TO PUNCH DOWN
FUCK BETTY SHE’S A CUNT WOW
JUST ASKIN TO GET RUN DOWN x2

FUCK
SHOOT HER LIKE DUCK DOWN HUNT
THAT PUSSY DUCK DOWN WHAT
I SPIN THE BLOCK THEY’RE FUCKED
I PICK UP HIS BITCH WASSUP
NOW SHE WANNA HIT BEST LUCK
MY OPPS GOT HIT THAT’S TUFF
DON’T MAKE YOUR SHIT MY STUFF

AIN’T ASKIN FOR IT
SPLIT THE OPPS THEN I FLOOR IT
GAVE ILLEGAL SHIT TO FLORENCE
AND THAT’S REAL EAGLE SHIT I’M FOR IT
THIS IS AMERICA WHERE WE ADORE SHIT
LIKE SELLIN DRUGS AND ENDORSIN IT 
AND MORE SAD PEOPLE GETTIN MORE OF IT
AND I RAP NASCAR AND AFOURTEEN SHIT
AND I LOVE THE CHORUS NOT BORED OF IT

YUH
SPEERO
DON’T GIVE FUCK ABOUT NOONE’S HERO
SEE YOUR PLAYS THEY STAYIN AT ZERO
SMOKE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOUR A SPIRIT x2

Spiro! (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics:

Punch A Bitch In They Bangs Bitch oh like Yuh x4

PUNCH A BITCH
IN THEY BANGS BITCH
BLOWIN UP THE BANK
ANYDAY THAT I SAY SHIT
INTO A MIC
ANYTIME THAT I WRITE SHIT
SPITTIN SOMETHIN FYRE
AND THESE TAKES
SUM INSANE SHIT 
DO YOU GOT WHAT IT TAKES!?

I THINK NOT
WITH YOUR FATHER NOT GONE
YOU MIGHT NEED THAT VILLAIN ARC
TO GIVE ANYTHING A SHOT LIKE x2


OH MY GAHD
ALL THIS ANGER AIN’T STOP
I’M JUST BORED IN MY HOUSE
SCREAMIN OUT MY MOUTH x2

Punch A Bitch In They Bangs Bitch oh like Yuh x4

PUNCH A BITCH
IN THEY BANGS BITCH
BLOWIN UP THE BANK
ANYDAY THAT I SAY SHIT
INTO A MIC
ANYTIME THAT I WRITE SHIT
SPITTIN SOMETHIN FYRE
AND THESE TAKES
SUM INSANE SHIT 
DO YOU GOT WHAT IT TAKES!?

Insane Shit! (TripleSixDelete)

Shoutout: Knifehaver 🔪 

Lyrics:

PUSSY YOU AIN’T WALK INSIDE A MY BRAIN
SO DON’T TELL ME YOU KNOW I’M INSANE
RUNNIN THROUGH ALL A THE THOUGHTS THAT I HATE
TELLIN ME TO BLOW SOMEBODIES BRAIN
TRUDGIN IN FILTH
YOU TRUDGE IN MY VAINS
BLOOD ON THE WALLS
IT’S JUST HOW I PAINT
HOPIN YOU FALL
I PRAY EVERYDAY
MATTER FACT
LET ME PRAY IT TODAY

GOD, PLEASE LET ME TEAR OFF THIS BITCH FACE
AND THEN TEAR OUT THEIR GUTS HOW DAT SHIT TASTE
LIKE IF YOU FEELIN DISGUSTED WE AIN’T SAME
FUCK ALL THE FAKES AND THE JAKES AND THE SHIT STAINS
ON MY OWN INDEPENDENT AND COOL AS FUCK,
YOU DEPEND ON WHAT YOU SHOULDN’T TRUST
ON THE FENCE WHETHER YO SHIT A BUST,
PROLLY IS IF I’M THINKIN SO MUCH,

BITCH
WE AIN’T NEVER ON SAME PAGE

SPIT THE SAME THANG BOY YOU’S A LAME GAY

RUN THE FADE IF YOU WANT GET YO FACE BLAZED

CHOPPA TALK BUT IT DON’T REALLY CONVERSATE

DON’T PLAY GAMES IF YOU THINKIN WE BOUTTA PLAY

I AIN’T TRYNNA PLAY GAMES WITTA LITTLE GAY

I JUST TALKED TO THIS BOY HE A LIL GAY 
WON’T SAY IT THO IT’S OKAY SEE IT IN YO FACE

anita max wynn:

BITCH IM ITALIAIN
COOKA DA PIZZA
MY SPIRIT BOMB CHARGING 
IM LOOKIN LIKE FREIZA
NOBODY GON PAY ME 
10 BUCKS FOR A FEATURE
AND YET THEY GON COPY ME
FOLLOW THE LEADER

I KEEP MY FRIENDS CLOSE
AND MY ENEMIES CLOSER
IN LOVE WITH THE MONEY
RACKS GIVE ME A BONER
THEY CALL ME JUMEX
THE WAY I AM A LONER
IM ROCKIN THE RED
LIKE MY FUCKIN FURSONA

(breathe)
LETS PAUSE FOR A MINUTE
SENT A FUCKIN OPEN
IMMA GET MY PAWS IN IT
AW DAMMIT
IM THE KING
AND MY FUCKIN JAW WICKED 
YALL KNOW THAT
WHEN I GET UP ON A MIC SPITTIN
LIKE A MADMAN
WANNA CATCH THESE HANDS
TAKE IT DO IT BETTER
LIKE A MOTHAFUCKIN REVAMP
IM A DAMN SEAMAN
WHEN I ROCK A BOAT
DO THE KINDA SHIT
THAT MAKE A MOTHAFUCKA CHOKE


WAY YALL WANNA TALK
MAKE ME WANNA THROW UP
ALL YALL TRASH
AND YA NEED TO GROW UP
BUTTERCUP DUNKS
GET RED
LIKE CHRISTMAS
WANNA STEP UP
GET READ
LIKE A WISHLIST
STAY OUT MY DMS
I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU
I DONT LIKE YOUR MUSIC
NO I CANT PROMOTE YOU
BACK THE FUCK UP
OR IM GONNA OWN YOU
SHOULDA LISTENED 
WHEN I TOLD YOU
(KNIFEY!)

Inside A My Brain! Feat.Knifehaver (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics:

What
Sittin His Songs Right Below My Butt
Shittin On It Use It Wipe My Tush
Multi Task Count Paper and Roll My Kush
I Do Not Vaper Shit’ll End Yo Lungs
I’m On Top A High Ground All Up In Her Butt
You Don’t Like My Sound I Don’t Like Mine None,


What The Fut

My Paycheck,
Use It To Get Empyre Bitch You Basic,
Take Off Yo Balenciaga You Ain’t Ate Shit,
Eat The Pussy Like A Taco In My Face Bitch Cmon Face It You On Fake Shit 
Racin You Can’t Beat Me Imma NASCAR Famous 
E A T Eatin on yo B like Gourmet Bitch
I Just Put The B Up In The Bi take yo Main Bitch 

Conform to the Crowd 
You A Lil Bitch Let Yo Top Fall Off,
I’m Inside My Closet spittin then it get Hot,
Drippin like a Faucet Put A Jacket On Top
I’m More Fitted than a Church Boy
On A Sunday 
Tucked Shirts look Looser than my Act Boy 
Spin the Hearst Disrespectin yo whole Family
Hit Yo Dome cuz it could really get Worse Boy
Like

My Paycheck,
Use It To Get Empyre Bitch You Basic,
Take Off Yo Balenciaga You Ain’t Ate Shit,
Eat The Pussy Like A Taco In My Face Bitch Cmon Face It You On Fake Shit 
Racin You Can’t Beat Me Imma NASCAR Famous 
E A T Eatin on yo B like Gourmet Bitch
I Just Put The B Up In The Bi take yo Main Bitch like

Hey!
What We Doin Today?
Takin Negativity and Threw It Away
Flow Up In The Studi like a Fluid Usin Music as Improvement only doin Good im Gettin Used To It Okay 

Groovin
Until I Can’t Move It 
Shawty Got Movement
Doin What I Do on my shit I Can’t Lose It 
Overthinkin Everything that Language I Am Fluent now I Over Pay Attention to the shit I cannot Screw Wit

My Paycheck,
Use It To Get Empyre Bitch You Basic,
Take Off Yo Balenciaga You Ain’t Ate Shit,
Eat The Pussy Like A Taco In My Face Bitch Cmon Face It You On Fake Shit 
Racin 
You Can’t Beat Me Imma NASCAR Famous 
E A T Eatin on yo B like Gourmet Bitch
I Just Put The B Up In The Bi take yo Main Bitch like

My Paycheck! (Fonywallace x Fatso!)

Lyrics:

I Love my MOTHER
IF YOU HATE-IN
PUSSY I DON’T EVEN BOTHER
YEAH FUCK THAT SHIT
IMMA GRAB HIM BY HIS COLLAR
FUCKIN PUNT THAT BITCH
IF THEY SPEAKIN ON MY MOTHER
YOU AIN’T RUN SHIT
MY LIFE GIVER YEAH I LOVE MY MOTHER

THASSA 1 DONE
DON’T GIVE FUCK ABOUT MY FATHER
GIVE THAT CUNT PUNCH
5 FUCKIN FINGERS TO THE GUTTER
TASTE MY SNOT BITCH
I’M FUCKIN TWEAKIN HARRY POTTER
AIN’T ON TOP A SHIT
FEEL LIKE I AM NOTHIN WITHOUT MOTHER

Play wit him like toys 
Now he’s So Co-Pendent
Uppercut him out his Jorts
Bitch I Love Dis-Respect
Words from NASCAR suck his John
I Just like Hardcore Shit
You ain’t lastin very long
Fuck Yo Music Pussy Quit

YEAH
MUSIC HELLA GAS
THEY MIGHT START CALLIN ME QUEEF
YOU SUCH A PAIN IN MY ASS
SO YOU ACTIN LIKE A DICK
YOU PRETEND LIKE YOU ADVANCED
YOU STILL HUNG ON WHAT WE HAD
IMMA JUST GET TO THE BAG
FUCKIN FAP
IN THE MIRROR

I Love my MOTHER
IF YOU HATE-IN
PUSSY I DON’T EVEN BOTHER
YEAH FUCK THAT SHIT
IMMA GRAB HIM BY HIS COLLAR
FUCKIN PUNT THAT BITCH
IF THEY SPEAKIN ON MY MOTHER
YOU AIN’T RUN SHIT
MY LIFE GIVER YEAH I LOVE MY MOTHER

THASSA 1 DONE
DON’T GIVE FUCK ABOUT MY FATHER
GIVE THAT CUNT PUNCH
5 FUCKIN FINGERS TO THE GUTTER
TASTE MY SNOT BITCH
I’M FUCKIN TWEAKIN HARRY POTTER
AIN’T ON TOP A SHIT
FEEL LIKE I AM NOTHIN WITHOUT MOTHER

I <3 My Mom! (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics:

BITCH I FEEL LIKE AN OGRE
I’M PUCHIN A BITCH I’M NOT SOBER
TWENTY TWENTY FOUR AND IT’S OVER
I’M TALKIN BOUT LIFE ISSA BOULDER

BITCH I’M SICK AS FUCK IMMA CROAKER
UPPER CUTTIN A CUNT OVER SPOKIN
I MIGHT ROLL UP A RUNT AND START SMOKIN
DOUBLE DUTCHIN A CADENCE I WROTE BITCH 

NOW I STOMP ON A BEAT LIKE FUCK FUCK
YOU GOT NO PLACE TO BE EXCEPT IN YOUR OWN BUTT
NOW YO ASS GETTIN BEAT BECAUSE YO SHIT A BUST
BITCH I’M OUT WIT THE BEES MAKIN HONEY I BUST
SENDIN OUT A DECREE BUT YOU STILL GETTIN SHOT
GOT HIS BITCH ON HER KNEES LIKE SHE PRAYIN TO GOD
YOU KNOW IT’S E A T YOU AIN’T WORKIN AS MUCH
WE ARE NOT SIAMESE DO DON’T CALL ME YOUR TWIN


HARD AS FUCK MY MUSIC MAKE YOU TWITCH
UGH, DOZIN
YOUR SOUNDCLOUD SHIT IT REALLY GOT ME FROZEN
GO DOWN ONNA BITCH GOT MY FRANK IN HER OCEAN
I’M BEIN REAL FRANK SEE YO MUSIC IS SLOPIN
SHE SPREAD ON THE BED SAID THAT SHE’LL BE MORE OPEN

FUCK
MUSIC MY IBUPROFEN
DUCK
THE OPPS TRYNNA GET BROKEN
SUCK
ON MY COCK IF YOU POSIN-POSIN


FUCK YEAH YEAH
WHAT I’M YELLIN FOR MAYBE CUZ I’M ALONE YEAH YEAH
BUT I’M IN THE ZONE
I’M MOVIN SMOOTHLY IN THIS EPISODE YEAH YEAH
MY LIFE IS A JOKE
DON’T KNOW HOW TO COPE WITH THE THINGS THAT I KNOW YEAH YEAH
I’M TRYNNA BE STOKED
BUT EVERYTHINGS FALLIN APART NOT CONTROLLED

BITCH I FEEL LIKE AN OGRE
I’M PUCHIN A BITCH I’M NOT SOBER
TWENTY TWENTY FOUR AND IT’S OVER
I’M TALKIN BOUT LIFE ISSA BOULDER

BITCH I’M SICK AS FUCK IMMA CROAKER
UPPER CUTTIN A CUNT OVER SPOKIN
I MIGHT ROLL UP A RUNT AND START SMOKIN
DOUBLE DUTCHIN A CADENCE I WROTE BITCH

Croaker! (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics:

IMMA SPIT MY VENOM DO MY SHIT IN MY DENIM
JUST CUZ I’M WINNIN DO NOT MAKE ME THE VILLAIN
CAN’T CUT THE BIHNESS I’M LOCKED INTO THE DEALIN
I’M REALLY FEELIN ON MY SELF I BE KILLIN
N SLITTIN BEATS THAT TRIPLESIXDELETE 
I’M REALLY FINNA EAT
A MUKBANG IN THE SCENE 
I’M MUGGIN ON YO SONGS
BOY I CAN SMELL YO FEET
A RICK AN MORTY PORTAL
SO SHE GET THE D

K YOU KNOW I’M UPPER CUTTIN THE BITCH,
YEAH YOU KNOW I DON’T FUCK WIT DA BITCH,
SHE A LYIN ASS HOE AND NO SHE DON’T RESPECT,
NONE A THE BOUNDARIES I SET

I MIGHT HIT THE BITCH…
AND GIVE HER A HARD RESET
IF SHE DON’T GET THE LESSON I PUT IN HER HEAD THEN I MIGHT HAVE TO PACK IT AND DIP
YEAH YEAH

LIKE GON POUND YOU DOWN IN A HOLE
SMOKIN YOU DOWN BY THE OUNCE THAT SHOWS
YEAH WE COULD GO POUNDIN FOR POUNDIN LIL HO
IN MY CLOSET SHOUTIN REAL LOUD TO MY PHONE

THROW SLURS AT THE WALL
FUCK IT WE BALL
I’M USIN HER THROAT NOW SHE NEED MENTHOL
SHE SAY I’M THE GOAT IS MY HIGH HORSE RODE
I ALREADY KNOW THAT SHE WANTIN MY BONE UGH

YUGH
DROPPIN N FLOP
HOP
INSIDETHEFUNCTION AND MOSH
YOU A 1-EYED FAG YOU CAN’T SEE WHAT’S WRONG
WITH THE WAY YOU’RE ACTIN LIKE THERE’S NOTHIN WRONG
SHE WANTIN MY STICKY AS IF IMMA BONG
WHO TRYNNA GET TRICKY I FLIP ONNA SONG
NO YOU CANNOT DO WHAT I DO PLEASE STOP
NOW BACK TO THE CHORUS WHERE YOU CAN BOP

IMMA SPIT MY VENOM DO MY SHIT IN MY DENIM
JUST CUZ I’M WINNIN DO NOT MAKE ME THE VILLAIN
CAN’T CUT THE BIHNESS I’M LOCKED INTO THE DEALIN
I’M REALLY FEELIN ON MY SELF I BE KILLIN
N SLITTIN BEATS THAT TRIPLESIXDELETE 
I’M REALLY FINNA EAT
A MUKBANG IN THE SCENE 
I’M MUGGIN ON YO SONGS
BOY I CAN SMELL YO FEET
A RICK AN MORTY PORTAL
SO SHE GET THE D

Winnin! (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics: 

C17
IT’S THE NEW YEAR DON’T GIVE FUCK ABOUT NEW ME
TURNIN 17
THAT BOY GETTIN CUT BY MY NEW BEAM
FUCKIN E A T
NEW MINDSET IT’S MAKIN ME FEEL FREE
PUSSY GET DEFEAT 
EAT THE PUSSY SAYIN WHAT I MEAN MEAN

GETTIN FIGIDY
BOUGHT SUM ICE MY NECK IS FRIGIDY
YOU AIN’T SEEN THE MEME?-
I’M HUNGRY SO I’M FEASTIN ON THIS BEAT 
I REALLY KICK THE KNEE
ZUMIEZ PUSSY GET YO SHIT FROM SHEIN
IMMA GLEAMIN FIEND 
CHEESIN CUZ I SEE YOU SEEIN ME


FUCK
THE BEAT PUSSY BEAT DOWN 
REALLY PUNCHIN IN MY VOICE
TELL EM DO NOT FREAK OUT
WHEN THEY HEAR THE BEAT DESTROYED
E A T GIVE NO FUCKS
WHEN HE SCREAMIN IN THE CUT
IF YOU REALLY GIVE A FUCK
IMMA ASK
KEEP IT A
BUCK 

C17
IT’S THE NEW YEAR DON’T GIVE FUCK ABOUT NEW ME
TURNIN 17
THAT BOY GETTIN CUT BY MY NEW BEAM
FUCKIN E A T
NEW MINDSET IT’S MAKIN ME FEEL FREE
PUSSY GET DEFEAT 
EAT THE PUSSY SAYIN WHAT I MEAN MEAN

17! (TripleSixDelete)

Lyrics: 

Lil Brodie Always On Sum,
Trynna get his shit Fucked Up or Sum,

Okay I Beat The Pussy Up or Sum 
If You Ain’t Fuckin Wit That Shit Go Suck A Dick or Sum

OKAY WASSUP
‘BOUT TO MAKE HER BUST UH YUH
LIKE WASSUP
FUCKIN YOU FUCKIN WIT HELLA ‘ROUND US YUH 
FUCK
WIT NO DUMB-FUCKS 
I MIGHT LET THE CHOPPA BUST
ON YAH
GET YO BUCKS UP
AND MAYBE SHE’LL SEE WHAT U GOT LIKE

FUCK
BITCH I’M OFF POT
HIGH OFF THAT ZA ZA
BELT, WHAT IT COST!?
SHE BEEN FELT, ON MY WHAT!? WHAT!?
YAAH TRICK YAAAH
SOULJA BOY GOT ME BOPPIN
STOP BITCH STOP
DON’T WANT FINISH YET BITCH WATCH IT LIKE

WOAH, WAIT
BOUT TO FUCKIN DROP ON THE BEAT LIKE
NO WAY
THAT BOY VERSE GOT HOT 
HE MIGHT ROCK PLAYS
SO FLAMMED
808’s I WALK 
TO THE SOUND LIKE
WHOLE GANG
SIPPIN ON THAT WOK 
TAKE THE WHOLE THANG
WHOLE FACE
TURNIN WHEN I WALK
IT’S THE WHOLE DAY
NO FACE 
I GOT NO CASE 
SERVIN NO DAYS
SOUFFLÉ 
SERVE HIM ON A PLATE
THAT BOY AIN’T SHIT LIKE
WHO’S TO SAY?
PUT HIM HIS GRAVE 
MEETIN SATAN MY

CHOPPA GOT RANGE 
10 MAGS DROPPIN EVERYTIME A OPP
STEPPIN 
BUT HE LITTLE STEPPIN MAYBE BABY STEPPIN 
THAT BOY RESTIN WON’T MEET ME IN HEAVEN WHAT’S A EASY QUESTION?
“You be eatin? Gotta Smith and Wesson? Pressin witchyo Weapons?”

Lil Brodie Always On Sum,
Trynna get his shit Fucked Up or Sum,

Okay I Beat The Pussy Up or Sum If You Ain’t Fuckin Wit That Shit Go Suck A Dick or Sum
FAGGOT, FAGGOT

F-A-GG-OT 
Stay away from that
Off My Cock
You don’t own me
He don’t wanna Bitch That Bad

Automatic opps 
Automatic drops
So Dramatic
When I see you Fall
I get the Yappa get it Poppin
When I spin yo block
Fuckin Piss Me Off

Always On Sum! (Fonywallace)

Lyrics: 

BARBED WIRE THROUGH YO LIP
I’LL STOMP ON ANY BITCH CLAIMIN THINKIN THEY THE SHIT
HER LIPS AROUND MY TIP
FREAKY DEAKY LITTLE CHRIS
YOUR BONES ARE BREAKIN CRISP
IMMA EAT YOU LIKE SOME CHIPS
NOW YOU WALKIN LIKE A CRIP

YOU COVERED IN FUCKIN SHIT 
AIN’T BOTHERED TO KNOW YO SHIT
AIN’T YO FATHA DON’T CRY FOR SHIT
COP A SHAKA I’M HELLA FIT
BUST MY BALLS WHY YOU SUCH A BITCH
YOU JUST FALLIN OFF OF YO SHIT
DON’T GO CALLIN OFF LAST MINUTE
TAME IMPALA GORILLAZ SHIT

BREAK-OFF
YOU AIN’T WORTH A GREAT-COST
DON’T GO TRYNNA SHAKE-OFF
ALL YO PROBLEMS FAKE-FRONT
YOU BOOTLEG [like] RAYCONS
YOU AIN’T PROVIN MAY-WRONG
YOU A PUSSY STRAIGHT-THONG
FUCK YO LIFE IS BASED-ON!?

*Freestyle*

BARBED WIRE THROUGH YO LIP
I’LL STOMP ON ANY BITCH CLAIMIN THINKIN THEY THE SHIT
HER LIPS AROUND MY TIP
FREAKY DEAKY LITTLE CHRIS
YOUR BONES ARE BREAKIN CRISP
IMMA EAT YOU LIKE SOME CHIPS
NOW YOU WALKIN LIKE A CRIP

Barbed Wire! (TripleSixDelete)

Shoutout: Fxvour 💁🏿‍♂️

Lyrics:

AYE
PUSSY SHUT THE FUCK UP TOO MANY DRUGS IN MY BOD-Y
I’M BOUT TUH T-UP
WHILE I’M FUCK-IN MY SHAW-TY
AND WE GET FUCKED-UP
HAD TO RUN FROM THE POL-ICE
JUST WHEN THE SUN’S UP
WHEN IT’S DOWN WE GET ROWDY 

SHE GET’S DOWN HOWDY
SO ROUND GOT ME SHOUTING
IT CLAPS BACK LOUDLY
MY BEANIE ON DROWNING
SO DRIPPED OUT 
MY FIT GOT ME FLEXED OUT
I FLIP WHEN MY VERSE COUNTS THE MOST MAKES YOU TRIP OUT

Ugh
Hella OffThat Acid
Aggressive I ain’t Passive
Punch Down The Beat give a Fuck
I Just WantSome Action
Not Hard yo Ass Is Flaccid
Lil boy you isn’t Packin
Get Out Yo Head andjust Get Better pussy quit makin Trash

Yuh
Itty Bitty Jit
That Fuck Boy isn’t Lit (Nah)
He wanna GetA Sip
Of makin HardCore Shit (Nah)
Lil Bitch getoff my Dick
You aren’t WorthThis Shit (Fuck Off)

*Bonus* T-UP! Feat.Fxvour (Michael Link)

ARTIST: EATTHEN
ART BY: JAVACATS
————•—————•—————•—————•——
LYRICS:

“Nausea” TripleSixDelete 

FIGHT (Left)
FUCK (Right) x16

I MIGHT FUCK THIS BOY TOY
HE IN MY BED GO BOING BOING
STICK MY DICK IF YOU TROY I MIGHT JUST DESTROY YO NEW BOY
IMMA GOD CREATE A NEW VOID FUCK THAT FATASS GET A NEW VOICE 
DRESS REAL BAD ASS SHE WANT MY JOY STICK
IN HER CLIT BEAT IT BASH IT GET IN THERE AN SCRATCH IT

YOU CAN’T BEAT MY FASHION PUSSY JUST RELAX IT
YOU CAN’T BE LIKE ME NOR CAN YOU CASH IT YOU AIN’T HAD SHIT ON ME BUT THIS DADDY DOES 

SHE WANT HER CATTY FUCKED 
THAT 6.5 IT GROW INSIDER AFTERWARDS I’M JIVIN
AIN’T SUPPOSED TO FIGHT IT

*NAGH,
KNOW THAT I CAN’T HELP IT,
THIS BITCH CLIMB UP ON MY* HELL STICK
NEW MAGIC WAND *BEAT IT TILL SHE* FELT SHIT
THENSHECAN’T WALK HOMEAND NOW SHE HELLA CRIP,

JUH LIKE JOSH,
ONE ARM SHE TWISTIN WITH,
OR SHE NOT,
SHE JUH MIGHT SPIN THE DICK,
MAKE IT BOP,
JIZZ N SHE FINISH IT,
GOT ME SOFT,
LIKE 

FIGHT (Left)
FUCK (Right) x16

I MIGHT FUCK THIS BOY TOY
HE IN MY BED GO BOING BOING (YUUGH)
STICK MY DICK IF YOU TROY I MIGHT JUST DESTROY YO NEW BOY
IMMA GOD CREATE A NEW VOID FUCK THAT FATASS GET A NEW VOICE 
DRESS REAL BAD ASS SHE WANT MY JOY STICK
IN HER CLIT BEAT IT BASH IT GET IN THERE AN SCRATCH IT

Boy Toy! [TripleSixDelete] (art by: Javacats =^•3•^=)

FADE! [FonyWallace]

Hate Myself [E 9]

IFYOUREHUNGRYEATTHEN; Alt acc: THROWUP THROWAWAYS; Insta: “Ifyourehungryeatthen”

Eatthen

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