For The Girls

BROKIE’S SPOOKY CREEPYPASTA TERROR :000

Lxst

Mommy

Worship The Whip

Mixed by me
produced by me
and art done by me

Featuring V.kei

https://on.soundcloud.com/f6hXApn1EErfpGa79

Room 103 is what you mfkin died for


Lyrics

https://genius.com/Blxxdshed-ice-cold-corpses-lyrics

ICE COLD CORPSES w/ V.KEI [BLXXD]

Перемотка - Я Видел Сон

Отменяй

SANTA (FEAT. LIL DARKIE X ROYALTY THE KIDD)

(PROD. WENDIGO)

mean what you say

i keep a rickety ratchet
i smoke a spliffy don’t lemme go batshit 
can’t give a fuck about that shit
please get the fuck out my face uh

i don’t believe in your race uh
i don’t want shit but to be alone
i don’t want see you on screen on phone
i just wan have my own place uh

get the fuck out of my eye sight
what the fuck you mean you might fight?

left right white light
ill do whatever it takes uh
put weight on yo face til it breaks
ugh
cough*

i smoke a pound down you got baby lungs nigga
wound down bitches they be dumb thicker
gravy run slicker dripping

shoot the trigger from my hip and
on the blunt a nigga sipping
ripping flicking on my bic and 
i could tip a bitch but i go all the way 
i fuck her til she shitting call the K

9-unit, keep a large weapon
gotta fine tune it like guitar settings
start betting on me 
get a tommy
wet a commie
red tsunami
dead around me

i gotta mean what i say

mean what you say

i gotta mean what i say

mean what you say

be seen to be seeming 
you mean what you screaming
these niggas be plotting on each other’s semen
I’m leaving

I CANNOT FUCK WITH THE FRONTING
I CANNOT FUCK WITH THE DICK WANTING

be seen to be seeming 
you mean what you screaming
these niggas be plotting on each other’s COCKS

DONT FUCK WITH YOU YOU GET BLOCK
EAT SOME MORE DOO DOO YOU MOTHER FUCKING COP

BOBBLE HEAD BOBBLE HEAD
 MAKE HIM A BOBBLE HEAD 
POP HIM HE WADDLE 
LIKE BOTTLE HE PROLLY DEAD

LOOKING LIKE HOP SCOTCH 
POPPING OFF ALL HE DID
IM ON THAT POT GOSH
IM NOT A MOLLY KID

I HAD TO ROT JOSH
TO BECOME WHO I AM
I GEEK A LOT
WASH DRUGS OFF MY FUCKING HANDS
 
I DONT WANT NO SWAMP
I LIKE MY HOUSE CLEAN

I DONT WANT NO SWAMP I LIKE MY HOUSE CLEAN
I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FAILURE AND BEANS
COMPLAIN ABOUT WHATEVER ACT LIKE A FIEND
NIGGAS DO NOT CARE WE’RE FAR TOO MEAN

MEAN WHAT YOU SAY

MEAN WHAT YOU SAY! (PROD. WENDIGO)

lyrics:
naa
naa-naa, na-na-na
okay
okay

foot long line of ketamine
don't be a square like tiananmen
go inhale that sediment
crackhead, take methamphetamine
knock like a cop, won't let him in
come in, please sit and settle in
both of the coasts unsettling
please stop your meddling, nigga
wow, used to hit up people, now those people hit me now
niggas want beef, all you rappers have a cow
i'm eating that orange chicken and interviewing mao
zedong, fade on sight
see me stunting down the block in a painted tibetan fanny pack
like manny pac, i said fuck the faggots, like, suck a tranny sack
my canny packing gas in it tightly, i might be anti-vax
your auntie lack, i might take her money off of her panty stack
i can't be wack, if i keep on spitting i wonder
when i'm seven hundred underground plunderers find a cd
"can't be slap!" that anti-rap, fancy that! playin' the classics
the way she play with my vlasic pickle i'm not very flaccid
nickel-plated, fickle faded
the metal stoner grown a boner to show her
imperative, you know, a grower from a shower
nigga, get down, take cover, she got an std
she'll have you burning through rubber, you're not impressing me
please go return with some numbers
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
okay now, okay now
see me stunting down the block
while they fainting you better watch your head
"hip-hop is dead"
but if i'm so hip and i'm hoppin', what be then?
let's just pretend that you believe in rebirth
from matter under the dirt
don't matter if yo' feet hurt
they'll return to be earth
i'm making my way in the night time
we fade if you wanna go fight mine
i'm crossing erasing the white line in the street
under the light shining, bite grinding
i got that paint on my pants
i got that paint on my shirt
i got that paint on my hands
i take a step in that work, uh, uh

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

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