This is there sort of track id love to do a vox ft on! Fucking banging 

Wtf like ;)

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lyrics: 
you want it back then nigga shoot for it 
i been about it i’m a rude boy 
i bring it back then buss her down that bitch a chew toy 
true story 
tell her see ya later bitch i’m too gorey 
nude whores, hennessy and hatred got ya dude snorin 
ooo boy baby independent ridin down rodeo 
ain’t no way tho lame and underpaid is how a hater day go 
LMNOP i’m dropping D all on this instrumental 
break a fuckin bag and bring it back 
she wanna taste the rainbow 

cock back 
hit a hater brain 
watchin whatcha say 
ima pain 
hanging w the gang 
bangin 808s 
what a shame 
he just fakin plays
ain’t gon spray a thang 
buddy lame 
keep the razor blade 
aimin for your vein 
maintain, ima maintain 
w my main thang 
w the k sangin bang bang 
it gon rain pain 
mk with the blade 
aj w the hk 
make plays hit the stage 
spinning shit like beyblades 
hey babe..

now how ya doin hoe?
i keep some monsters in my deck 
just like it’s yuh gi oh
and bitch you never had it bring a mag or keep it movin hoe 
i bring the static if you mad then fuckin shoot me hoe 
delusional

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grimoire: noir ver.1.77 (prod. adjacen7 x MERCYKILL)

Tonight, Tonight

Track 2 of SMILE RED DEVIL
Vocals by @gullyspit and @jaealaska
Production by gullyspit

Verse 1: @jaealaska
I get to stuttering 
Spit like a silencer 
Get like 300 because they so popular 
Jay to the face then depart to andromeda 
Everything round me like homina homina 
Fuck your lil infantry 
Fuck where that piggy be
All of this pack getting smoked like it’s hickory 
Back at the crib where I left any sympathy 
Watch how I put it together like symphony 
Get you addicted to every prescription 
Handing you death with a blurrier vision 
The mission got plenty of issues I promise just listen 
Ain’t nobody telling the truth
But they not awake 
Brain on a platter get scrambling like I don’t already have enough room on my plate 
Smoke rolling off of her lips like some foam from that animal face

Chorus: @gullsypit
hit em with that
knock knock at the door
knock knocked to the face
sun tzu with the war
Helen with the heavy weapon 
can’t hear whatever they say 
they ain’t really with the struggle 
we ain’t coming here to play
terror when they say obey 
we those guerrillas 
we come from the jungle
we on that animal face 

Verse 2: @gullyspit
rat race in the gutter
smoking right from the rubber 
wrong move you gon suffer 
big gun to a runner
strung up undercover 
feds wanna know what happened
spitting at em for the culture 
spitting at em in the crowd 
they think I’m pretty
they want me inside of they mouth 
worship they really devout 
I’m really not playing those dumbass lil juvenile games 
i just want you log on and come see all my content so I can be something you hate 
I’m smoking batch till my blackened lil lungs get to bleeding 
I’m coughing right into the grave 
she said she fw with my music od
so i told her to please come and sit on my face

Chorus x2

Animal Face w/ Jae Alaska

lyrics:

Ok the Black Force One here to send him to the dentist with a AK
Now we in the villa with them niggas screamin gang, gang, gang
Independent, non-affiliate with you lamebrains
Send em, I deliver with the pendant on my chain, chain, chain
I got bodies in the basement
Pistol do karate, leave his body with a facelift
Don't know why he talkin, watch me cut him with a razor
I been feelin godly and nobody finna say shit, face it

I could spaz on the beat, then repeat and replace
I could bash out your teeth, put the heat to your face
I could thrash, I could scream, I could leave in a rage
I get mad, I can't breathe til a beam in your face
I could huh
I know when I'm outta straights, hit em with a hook
I don't wanna conversate, am I understood?
Y'all don't wanna bother me, I'ma throw the book
Got you shook by a look
Man I wish a nigga-

Pull up in the 7-11 and send lil buddy to heaven
The AR, Glock in my pocket, a pump if he the McLovin
I leave him stiffy when they not around and gut him for that bullshit
I knock him at the party then I end it with a full clip

Fucked up
Bitch I can't be asked shit when I pull up
I'm trippin off the acid and a full cup
I stumble when I'm walkin, bitch the world spinnin
Hold up, is the world ending?
All I know is run from that motherfucker walking and gunnin
And I don't talk slow
Nauseous when the shrooms is kicking my ass, awful
I don't mean brag but bitch I think you an asshole, so I let my bag show

I said run
From my gun
Bought it at the pool and I cut him havin fun, bitch
I like violence like Mike Tyson
If he act a fool then put needles through his eyelids
Oh shit
I can't see a thing
All these motherfuckers, they don't want me til I scream
Oh you really fucking with me?
What the fuck you mean, hoe?
I don't like nobody, so I gotta let that beam glow

Ok the Black Force One here to send him to the dentist with a AK
Now we in the villa with them niggas screamin gang, gang, gang
Independent, non-affiliate with you lamebrains
Send em, I deliver with the pendant on my chain, chain, chain
I got bodies in the basement
Pistol do karate, leave his body with a facelift
Don't know why he talkin, watch me cut him with a razor
I been feelin godly and nobody finna say shit, face it

I could spaz on the beat, then repeat and replace
I could bash out your teeth, put the heat to your face
I could thrash, I could scream, I could leave in a rage
I get mad, I can't breathe til a beam in your face
I could huh
I know when I'm outta straights, hit em with a hook
I don't wanna conversate, am I understood?
Y'all don't wanna bother me, I'ma throw the book
Got you shook by a look
Man I wish a nigga would

synthetik [feat. mercykill] (prod. mercykill)

lyrics:

My double cup is fulla blood
I pull up thumpin with the heat ray
Loadin up a slug, I hit a fucker
Make him freeze frame
Don't care where you from
Could give a fuck about what he say
Open up a cut, I'm boutta decay huh
Cuz I got rot, whatchu want?
I got rounds in the front
"I get stacks, I get racks, I get packs"
What a stunt
I get brain in the back, boutta crash
Hit the pump
I can rap, that's a fact
So tryna act gon get you slumped

Wait, whoa
He think he dope huh?
I'm choppin bodies keep em swingin from the ropes huh
He outta pocket, leave him leakin like his nose run
He tried to hide
I feed him pieces from the whole drum
Thuggin but got no gun
Pull up leave his whole team runnin
I be saucing, gotchu itchin like a dope fiend, buggin
Droppin off is not an option
I got both beams thumpin
Try to hide but I got snipers in the nosebleeds
Bussin
Fuck it
Ok he gotta go, he adios
These fuckers never know what typa time we on
We body em
He got a dose
Exalted overlord so now he gotta choke
He plottin though
He probly thought he caught me round without a scope

My double cup is fulla blood
I pull up thumpin with the heat ray
Loadin up a slug, I hit a fucker
Make him freeze frame
Don't care where you from
Could give a fuck about what he say
Open up a cut, I'm boutta decay huh
Cuz I got rot, whatchu want?
I got rounds in the front
"I get stacks, I get racks, I get packs"
What a stunt
I get brain in the back, boutta crash
Hit the pump
I can rap, that's a fact
So tryna act gon get you slumped

I'm so prophetic
I go get it
Big body but I load weapons
So come dead it
Keep on, I'll get your throat severed
There's no heaven
This shotty known to blow melons
We dome shreddin, so come
So prophetic
I go get it
Big body but I load weapons
So come dead it
Keep on, I'll get your throat severed
There's no heaven
This shotty known to blow melons
We dome shreddin
So come get it

fourfold funeral (prod. adjacen7)

lyrics:

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'ma cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

So why they looking at me stupid?
Pocket watching, looking clueless
I'ma drop em in the pot
My pocket watch, it look elusive
Probably rocking with the losers
Drop his body then it's deuces
I don't care about your feelings
Motherfucker let me loose and I'ma
BANG! BANG! BANG!
And I'ma BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'll watch your brains HANG! HANG!
I'm not a saint
I ain't worried about a thang
I'm just trying to bring the pain

I'm walking Dobermans
We barking harsh and marching down the street
And I got codes for them
They know what time to stop and start a feast
And I got hope for them
My doggy boys they barking to the beat
I end the scene then start a horror show I toss you to the beast
And I go feast
ARF! ARF! ARF!
And I go eat
ARF! ARF! ARF!
I feel unleashed
ARF! ARF! ARF!
You seem deceased
I'm a cut and stuff the meat
It's time to dump it in the grease

mutt-17 (prod. mercykill)

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
5 gen with a brand new cutter
5x on the rail, don’t run up
drop bread on heads, we toast em
won’t jam, shit shoot like butter
watch now, this a brand new season
fuck feds, in the v, i’m speeding

jumped down to the world down under
hopped out was a brand new demon
hopped out was a brand new killer
resurrect undead like thriller
10 mil, all face, no casings
mac spit like malcolm miller
won’t stop, we keep it moving
bro said my aura glowing
this rifle came with coolant
plug in and overload em

i just figure nobody doing this shit better
i might hit a flow and i spit like a damn ‘retta
i might hit a streak and i go on a damn spree
4 up in the morning, she making me damn fed up
shit get crazy, keep ya drac up
no face, no chase, i keep my rank up
say sumn
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
he don’t want static
look at him, he won’t get a shot off
look at me, i’m knocking your block off
bitch, i tell em shut up or shut down
that gun in my pocket go, “BLAGOW!”
i’ m a masterpiece
i really had to be
i’m only thinking ‘bout catastrophe

and casualties
so niggas tryna bat with me
your majesty
you niggas ain’t a man to me, you see

5 gen with a brand new cutter
5x on the rail, don’t run up
drop bread on heads, we toast em
won’t jam, shit shoot like butter
watch now, this a brand new season
fuck feds, in the v, i’m speeding
jumped down to the world down under
hopped out was a brand new demon
hopped out was a brand new killer
resurrect undead like thriller
10 mil, all face, no casings
mac spit like malcolm miller
won’t stop, we keep it moving
bro said my aura glowing
this rifle came with coolant
plug in and overload em

i just figure nobody doing this shit better
better, better, better, better
i might hit a flow and i spit like a damn ‘retta
‘retta, ‘retta, ‘retta, ‘retta

i might hit a streak and i go on a damn spree
spree, spree, spree, spree
4 up in the morning, she making me damn fed up
fed up, fed up
shit get crazy, keep ya drac up
no face, no chase, i keep my rank up
(say sumn)
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
(say sumn)
he don’t wanna pay? we spray his face up
(say sumn)
he don’t want static
look at him, he won’t get a shot off
look at me, i’m knocking your block off
bitch, i tell em shut up or shut down
that gun in my pocket go, “BLAGOW!”

the artful wound

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

Human Nature (prod. lederrick)

Buried

Let It Be

Stop! Single

Stop!

HELLCAT

Hollow Be Thy Name

Aesthetic Decay

Vomit

Mind Control

Nailgun Massacre

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