beat by Yung Flex
Ft. by Yung Flex
https://soundcloud.com/yungflexlaflare

art by https://soundcloud.com/yeahdudejoshishere

lyrics coming soon maybe let me know if you care

REAPERS (PROD. YUNG FLEX)

REAPERS W/ YUNG FLEX

Splt

Split w/ Nickg (Prod. Scarlet Painter)

Art by @glows1de

stomping on his fuckin head
Stomping on his fuckin neck
Stomping on his fuckin head
I just wanna see him dead
X2

Bitch I keep that tool on deck
lurkin in the shadows now im comin at yo fuckin neck 
Make you hit the fuckin deck
Learn to show some damn respect
Screaming no one hears me cause I’m screaming in my fuckin head
Like a pussy leave you wet

I’ve been so fucked up im walk-in like a fuckin zombie
I don’t feel the same there’s demons in my fuckin body
Kick his head in road house the way I do karate
Make him shake and shit himself just like he drank some coffee

Watch you fuckin fall down
Have no one to call now
I’ve been feelin fucked up
I can’t even calm down
Mixing different compounds
Screaming at the walls now
Imma leave you fucked up
Boy you gon get crossed out

stomping on his fuckin head
Stomping on his fuckin neck
Stomping on his fuckin head
I just wanna see him dead
X2

stomp

STOMP (PROD. BRONK)

don't touch my hair when i hop in the pit

jungle jim jr. (feat. Lsn Dru & Jenx2)

VOMIT (FEAT. KAMAROV) (PROD. KILLCROSS)

CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS
Shout out the the artists and producers that are a part of this project
Featuring MEKEL, and SKUllDOG
Produced by SMILEGOTH, XEKURO, RATSPRAY SKUllDOG, GRIEF, And BRONK (me)
Album art by me



KNUCKLES FREESTYLE

KNUCKLES FREESTYLE (PROD. BRONK)

lightwork!!

prod. @retchmusic

lyrics:

its literally gettinng to the point i dont have to try with this shit anymore lol

certified beat killer, dj ess ill fuck it up
run it up im draining all yo bank call it budget cuts
like fuck wit us and get yo femoral split talkin artery
im in the scene like dexter but the death lookin like art to me
start wit me, im stabbing yo chest like wholeheartedly 
piling up these bills on my arm they just car receipts
spin em quick, lost up in the spiral like hypnotically 
you not a g, you come before me, f all you gotta be
 like damnit
how you callin the advantage
i got killers on the vantage 
and they know they can manage 
they get workin on it
blow yo ass back, really thought that you was twerkin on it 
used to seeing storms-he know that i been murkin on it
slither in this bitch, cold blooded like a serpant wit it
make him end his shit immediately, cold turkey wit it
pop pop, gotta kill em, know i love my gun sounds
blow em up in grams, on the cam, thats a blunt round
this that evil empire but im laughin at yo statements
4 figs on the first check, tell em bank this
i done made that shit through through all the music whats a resume
im typin on the net and puttin in my fuckin debit pay
a milly on the spotify i lookin on the better things
fuck a big check but you owe it get your debtor sprayed
fucked it up enough pass the blade to the next verse 
lil bro fuck it up like that one scene up in dexter bitch

DJ ESS (prod. Retch)

ENOY THE HEAT GANGZ!! 💚💚

lyrics:

PULL UP TO THE FUNCTION
EVERYBODY RUNS CUZ THEY KNOW THAT IMA FUCK SHIT
KNOW I WORK WITH BOMBS, THEY KNOW THAT I FUCK A THIN BITCH
SUICIDAL SHIT, SO IMA CALL IT SELF DESTRUCTION (SELF DESTRUCTION)
BOMB ON MY CHEST, YEA I BLOW ALL YOUR SHIT
YEA I FUCK WITH THIS SHIT, YOU GON DIE LITTLE BITCH
MAKE A BITCH SCREAM HELP, WHILE I GUN DOWN THAT BITCH 
CALL IT SELF DESTRUCTION, BITCH I KILL, BITCH I KILL

MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
I SHOOT A FAG TILL HIS BODIES COLD
MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
SHE CRY BUT THAT SHIT GET OLD
MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
I SHOOT A FAG TILL HIS BODIES COLD
MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
SHE CRY BUT THAT SHIT GET OLD

BANG BANG BANG, THATS THE SOUND THAT MY GUN MAKE
BITCH FAG BOY, YOU SUCK DICK AND YOU BE FAKE
HIDE BEHIND A DUMPSTER WHILE I CHASE YOU DOWN THE ALLEYWAY
RUN AWAY LIKE THIS, YOU GET TIRED KILL YOU ANYWAYS
BITCH I GOT PROBLEMS, MENTAL ISSUES THAT I CANNOT COPE
I JUST NEED SOMONE TO HOLD, I JUST NEED TO SLIT MY THROAT
YOU SAY MY MUSICS ASS, BUT I TRY MY FUCKIN BEST
LEAST IM NOT LIKE THE REST, FAKIN SHIT FOR THE WEALTH

TRY AND STAY COLD, BUT THIS SHIT BE GETTIN TOO ME
FEEL SO OUT IN THE COLD, I NEED SOMEONE TO JUST SHOOT ME
FEELIN LEFT AND ALONE, MAYBE SOMEBODY WILL HEAR ME
FEELIN LOST AND SO OLD, MAYBE NICOTINE WILL HELP
HATE THAT IM SO VIOLENT, ITS THE ONLY WAY TO EXPRESS MYSELF
HATE THAT IM IN SILENCE, MUTED BY THE WORLD ITS TIRING
TURNED AWAY FROM GOD CUZ HE NEVER TRIED TO HELP ME
NOW IM LOST IN A DARK CLOUD, THOUGHTS ALL AROUND ME

MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
I SHOOT A FAG TILL HIS BODIES COLD
MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
SHE CRY BUT THAT SHIT GET OLD
MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
I SHOOT A FAG TILL HIS BODIES COLD
MAKE HIM FOLD ON THE CENTER FOLD
SHE CRY BUT THAT SHIT GET OLD

prod. CXPSLXCK



I've put a lot of work in this song, putting all my thoughts into this. this song I've created is representing just the cover of what I'm going through. I'm feeling hopeless and lost now and I don't know how else to express this. but I've made this heat for you guys as a one time thing for you guys.

SELF DESTRUCT

lyrics:

I cant afford a ride back home tonight
I guess I'll just crash up on your couch again and again, again and again
everytime I do it I just start a new fight
I know I need new friends, I need new friends, I know I need new friends

when you kick me out again I'll just lay in my bed like the usual, trapped inside my mind thinking about you
I come back home and I force another smile on my face but everybody knows, everybody knows that its just not true

 and I cant afford a ride back home tonight
I guess I'll just crash up on your couch again and again,
everytime I do it I just start a new fight
I know I need new friends, I need new friends, I know I need new friends, oh my God (dog bark in the background bc he's a gremlin)

VeeVee - cant afford a ride (prod.xy1va)

Wig out
Wig out
All you hoes better know
I be wiggin out

Throat fuck a goat
And you know it not consensual
Tearin down the walls
Of the tall intellectuals

What is art
What is garbage
Whats a fuckin pop star
Pissin on the rules
And im shittin on the pop charts

Shit pourin out like diarrhea
Shit so hard that I'm tryin to bleed
Not tryin to be ya
Don't fuckin need ya
Off the map
Can't fuckin see ya

Im in gods urethra
Golden shower
The miles per hour
Its 70 bitch

In 70 hours
Got the fuckin power
Better fuckin cower
Im wiggin out bitch


Walk into interview
What your special skills
My Enemies im endin
Turn em to a vegatable

Comin for the kill
And Blood Im gonna spill
Im Sittin on a throne
Fuck you hoes I ain't real yuh

jungle jim jr. (feat. Lsn Dru & Jenx2)

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