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Lyrics: 

Don't act like you don't know Big Narstie said
Don't fuck up the base
If you don't know my crew by now then,
Rudeboy (DOOMSHOP, mothafucker)
If you don't know my crew by now then,
Rudeboy, check out the goons
Test one of us man then
I'll definitely snap man into two
Don't act like you don't know Big Narstie said
Don't fuck up the base
Test one of us man then
I'll definitely snap man into two
Picked up the dope
Smoke then I know
What's in ya' dome
And then bitch I'm all alone
Sick and tired of bitches
Actin like they wanna know me
Freddie ain't no phony
Try to check me it's a warning
Picked up the dope
Smoke then I know
What's in ya' dome
And then bitch I'm all alone
Sick and tired of bitches
Actin like they wanna know me
Freddie ain't no phony
Try to check me it's a warning
Tie- tie the rope
The bitches wanna cope
I can see the pain
It's in your face
You end it now you damn disgrace
It's heavy, then set it
I think you almost ready
Now hang up on the noose
Your neck looks like a goose
Cannot run from darkness
It will always follow you
End it now and pay the due
Now you lookin like a foo'
Think you are a demon
But you really just a bitch
Thinkin' all this devil shit
Test the Freddie damn that's it
Pull the trigg mayne
The bitches want fame
Step in my lane
Now Freddie end the game (end the game)
Boof, what I'm smokin on
Life what you trippin on
Fuck the chase
Imma keep it real and bust up on the snakes
Why you hate? Look at this you goofy
You a fuckin' fake
Goin' through the jungle
I will end you with the fuckin' rake
My nerves, are tingling
Got the thrill, it's sickening
The blood, it's in my hair
I don't really give a care
I will never turn it in
Carcass rottin' in the bin
Feel the ghost, you shiverin'
Devil lookin' over them
Thank the people not today
Can you please just go away?
Sniffin' beans and smokin' dope
Only way these bitches cope
Picked up the dope
Smoke then I know
What's in ya' dome
And then bitch I'm all alone
Sick and tired of bitches
Actin' like they wanna know me
Freddie ain't no phony
Try to check me it's a warning
Picked up the dope
Smoke then I know
What's in ya' dome
And then bitch I'm all alone
Sick and tired of bitches
Actin' like they wanna know me
Freddie ain't no phony
Try to check me it's a warning
Don't act like you don't know Big Narstie said
Don't fuck up the base
If you don't know my crew by now then
Rudeboy, check out the goons
If you don't know my crew by now then
Rudeboy, check out the goons
Test one of us man then
I'll definitely snap man into two
Don't act like you don't know Big Narstie said
Don't fuck up the base
If you don't know my crew by now then
Rudeboy, check out the goons
If you don't know my crew by now then
Rudeboy, check out the goons
Test one of us man then
I'll definitely snap man into two

Composer: FREDDIE DREDD

Freddie Dredd: All Alone

Freddie dredd - necklace
character: Kars from jojo's bizarre adventure 

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝 — 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝)

Wrath

The Sickness

Down with the Sickness

lyrics:

you are all adrenaline cattle for the global elite

get to the racks
get to the stacks
mother fucker
no other way
to get paid
dumb mother fucker
fuck what you think
what you drink scum mother fucker
slave to the way that we think
numb mother fucker

money
power

sell your soul
give em everything you own
keep your eyes on your tv and your phone
poison in the water everybody knows
go to work and sell your mother fucking soul
no more ice when the temperature turn the fuck up
everyone lies everybody tryna turn the fuck up

get to the racks
get to the stacks
mother fucker
no other way
to get paid
dumb mother fucker
fuck what you think
what you drink scum mother fucker
slave to the way that we think
numb mother fucker 
(x2)

money power fame 
money power fame
you all want the same thing

let my nuts hang 
dangle and swang

pinky ring
size of a plane 

spider gang 
lil darkie on that shit that make you momma faint 

in the whip 
fucking up the paint 

fake people acting real but i know that you ain’t
i know that you fake
i can see the signs
sell your soul and both your eyes so that you go blind!

money power fame 

fuck you ouy kcuf

MONEY POWER FAME (PROD. WENDIGO)

BEAT DAS TREVAS😈☠️(DJ MENOR DA ZN)

TAKE A STEP BACK GUITAR REMIX

I don’t fear nothing. - Connor Mcgreggor X

Your Crazy Your Fucking Crazy Iris Pastel Ghost Slowed Tom Platz Leg Day

Freddie Dredd - Kill Again (Unreleased)

First time creating that something is mine. Hope you enjoy 💪

SPARTANS //   Nalim - AJONE (SLOWED)

This cover was awesome to do! Not enough people are aware of this band but a lot will recognise the song due to watching WWE! Hope you enjoy!

-DISCLAIMER-
I do not own the song, the song belongs to the rightful owner.
I own the recording. No profits have been made in the recording of this song. The use of the picture and song is purely for demonstration purposes.

Slow Chemical - Finger Eleven Cover by Evan Madgin(WWE Kane's Theme Song)

ALLAHU AKBAR!

LYRICS:
BLOW UP
BLOW UP  
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW UP

FILLED UP WITH EMOTION
AND SOME POTION 
 HAD TO PO' UP

NO CUP
GROW UP
BITCH YOU BETTER GROW UP

SLOW UP
IF YOU TALKING SHIT YOU BETTER THROW UP

THROW UP 
NAUSEA IN MY STOMACH HAD TO LET IT GO
WET THE BOWL
TOILET POT THEN BOIL IT 
FOIL IT LET IT BLOW

IM READY HOE
CUTTING COKE I FEEL IT IN MY FINGER TIPS 
TRIGGER RIP
LIQUOR IN MY SYSTEM 
LIT A CIGARETTE

NIGGA BET
NIGGA BET
NIGGA YOU CAN FUCKING BEEEEET
IMMA HAVE TO GET THE TEEEEECH
AND SPRAY IT AT YO FUCKING NECK
STALK YA BLOCK
THROW YOU ON THE CHOPPING BLOCK MY CHOPPA TALK
CHOPPA YELL
GRITTING TEETH AND SPITTING TILL THE COPPER FELL

IS HE TALKING COPPER SHELLS OR COPPERS THAT GET PENSIONS?
I'M A OPPA TO YOU NIGGAS THAT BE PAYING FOR ATTENTION

FUCK A MENTION BUILD THE TENSION EVENTUALLY TIL ASCENSION
I'M BENCHING THESE NIGGAS QUENCHING THE PEOPLE NEED FOR A DRENCHING

I'M FLOODING THE GAME 
BLOOD IN THE MUD ON MY NAME
I AINT EVEN SPED IT UP
OR SPUD UP THE BUD IN MY BRAIN

I COULD DO THAT
TIGHT LIKE VIRGINS
CLEAN DETERGENT
YACKING UP MY SINS I AM PURGING

FEEL THE URGE AND
CUT LIKE SURGEON
I CAN FEEL MY RAGE EMERGING

TAKING OVER ME
I DON'T WANNA TALK
BAKING ON A LEAF
TOWING ON A GLOCK

RUNNING ON MY FEET
DODGING HELLA OPPS
I GOT NO MORE WEED
I BEEN DOING DROPS

I BEEN HIGH AS FUCK
I GOT MOMMA SCARED
SHE JUST WANNA TALK 
LIKE I AM NOT AWARE

BUT SHE LIKE ALL MY SHIT
CUZ MY MOMMA AINT A SQUARE

AND I STARTED MAKING HITS 
WHEN I TOOK OFF ALL MY HAIR

I'M DARKIE BITCH
DARKIE BITCH
FUCK YOU MEAN IM HERE TO STAY
I GRIP THE K AND LET IT SAY
BANG BANG TO ANY NIGGA IN MY WAY

FUCK A HATER MAN
GOT THE GREATER BANDS
I COULD BACK IT UP
I COULD PUT YOU ON THE HANDS

NIGGA BACK IT UP
I SEE YOU WANNA TAKE OFFENSE
AND YOU TALK A LOT OF SHIT 
BUT GOT NO SHIT INSIDE YO PANTS BITCH

I BE ON THE GRIND
EVERYDAY
I BE OUT THE BOX
LIKE A RUSSIAN AK

SHE BE SUCKING ON MY COCK 
TOLD THAT BITCH OKAY
THE WAY
SHE MAKE IT DISAPPEAR
I’D PAY

GOOD MONEY
DRUG MONEY
CAN’T DEPOSIT BLOOD MONEY

WOOD HONEY
CHERRY LOOKING SUNNY
REEFER INSIDE OF MY TUMMY 
FUNNY BUNNY RUNNING FROM ME

IMMA BLOW UP
 BLOW UP
 ON ALLAH IMMA BLOW UP

I FOLLOW YOU WON'T SHOW UP
GOT SHALA BUMPIN' NO FUCKS
YITRID OUT MY SPEAKERS
I BE FIGHTING ALL MY TEACHERS

FEATURES 
GOTTA LOVE WHAT YOU DON’T NEED
WEED HITTING LIKE A JUDO KNEE

GOT PSEUDO, KEYS, AND MUSHROOMS POUNDS
AND YOU KNOW THESE WON'T RUSH YOU DOWN

WE HIGH AS HELL CUZ WE BELOW IT
HEAVEN IS THE 7-11 CUZ IM A BROKE KID

SPEAKING LIKE A REVEREND LIL DARKIE BE ON IMAM SHIT
MELON THAT IM SEVERING THE DEVIL IS IN MY PALM SHIT 
DARKIE HELLA MAAAD AINT REALLY WITH ALL THE CALM SHIT
I BE DROPPING FIRE LIKE STRIKING YOU WITH A BOMB SHIT

ISIS TYPE BEAT (PROD. WENDIGO)

STOKELEY

LA LA

@ryan-cc

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Killin' On Demand

SPOTIFY

IMMA SAY THIS CUZ IG KEEP FLAGGING ME
NO I NOT A NAZI. I'M A LOVE NAZI. 
AS IN I FORCEFULLY SPREAD MY REGIME OF LOVE

LYRICS:

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST
PULL UP WITH A K ON MY RIFLE THAT’S WHAT THE HOLO COST

TEACHER SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL MAKING THOSE ANIMATIONS
SHUT YO APPLE EATING ASS UP AND DO SOME LAMINATIONS


I TEAR A PAGE OUT THE BIBLE IF I BE OUT OF PAPERS
IDLE NIGGAS WORSHIPING IDOLS PUT ACID IN YO WAFERS

PASTOR SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL GETTING THAT BOOMING
DID I ASK YA PUSSY NIGGA YOU A HUMAN…


AND IMMA BE A STAR SOON
WAVY LIKE A,HAB HIT THAT NIGGA WITH THE HARPOON
SAVE ME I MAY, HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGA ATE SOME HARD SHROOMS
MAYBE IM FA,DED BUT I WIGGLE LIKE A CARTOON

YEAH, IIIIIII FEEL LIKE A CARTOON

I’M IN YO DEVICES
PERPETUATE YOUR VICES
IN CRISIS BUT IM THE NICEST
ALWAYS EAT YOUR FOOD WITH SPICES

PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRICES
DONT BE MADE INTO A SUCKA
YOU WONT HAVE ENOUGH FOR SUPPER
KEEP YA NUMBERS ON THE UPPER

TUPPO-WEAR EATING 
MY SEATING STEADY ON THE CARPET
I PARK IT AND THEN I SPARK IT
NO MARKETING HITTING TARGETS

I HIT LIKE GUITAR PICK
THAT STRUMMING OR LIKE DRUM
THAT BE GUNNING YOU DOWN FO FUN
I CHUCKLE AND THEN I RUN

RUN UP I DUMP IT OUT
HE WANNA THUMP IT OUT 
COKE IN A MOUNTAIN
MY BITCH GOTTA LUMP IT OUT

DONT DO NO ARGUMENTS 
PULL UP NO PARKING IT
YOU HEAR THE SOUND
WHEN MY NIGGAS IS SPARKING IT

I GOT TWO HANDS ON THAT BITCH I WONT DOUBLE BACK
I GOT THAT COOKIE IT DOUBLE WRAP

I GOT GELATO IN CUBAN TOBACCO
I POPPED A NEW BOTTLE AND BLEW OUT HER BACK HOE


I ACT LIKE A WACKO
I SPIT LIKE IM CHEWING ON YOU AND DONT KNOW WHAT
TO DO WITH THE GOO
YOU A SLIMEY ASS NIGGA YOU DRIP LIKE A GARBAGE BAG
TRY ME ILL ALWAYS PULL UP WITH A LARGER MAG

BUILT LIKE AN ARMORY
NIGGAS GOT NO CHACE OF HARMING ME
SMOKE UP A GARDEN G
I THINK IT HARDEN ME
I AM NOT HURTING MY PAIN IS TOO FAR TO SEE
BITCH IF WE KICK IT NO WAY YOU SAY NAW TO WEED


OR TO POPPING A BOTTLE
WE POP HIM HE WADDLE
I AINT NEVER DODDLE
IM KICKING THE THROTTLE
WHILE FUCKING A MODEL
I STAY AS DRAWING
YO LIFE IS NOVEL
AND MOST OF IT AWFUL

NOBODY READ   NO MORE I STAY ON THE SCREEN YOU WHORE
YOU PAY TO GET TO SEEN
YOU POOR
DONT PLAY FOR NO TEAM
IM BORED

TALKING THAT SHIT YO LIP LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE
WALK IN THAT BITCH SHOOT THE BRICKS OUT YO CASTLE
YOU ONE DEM NIGGA NOT PURSE IT’S A SATCHEL
THAT SHIT A PURSE BUT IT’S LESS OF A HASSLE

WHY IT GOT TASSELS?

WHY IT GOT TASSELS ON IT?
I WONT PASS THE CHRONIC TO YA
SUPER SONIC HOOVER
VACCUM BITCH
I PACK HER SMACKING LIPS
MY DICK ATTACK HER 
SLIP INSIDE HER BACKEND QUICK

STACKING CHIPS LIKE IT’S A PRINGLE CAN 
LET’S GET IT CRACKING BITCH NIGGA BRING IT THEN

BRING IT THEN

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST


BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT
CHOP STICK GET ATE
FUCK YO FATE
CHANGE YO FUCKING STATE

UNDER SEWER GRATES
PUT THE STOCK UP TO MY WAIST
I MAKE YOU FLIP
LIKE A CAKE
FUCK YO ZIP YO COOKIE FAKE

I TEND TO TRIP 
WHEN I BAKE
PUT TOBACCO IN MY FACE
BITCH OFF THE RIP
I BE LACED
GO OUTSIDE AND CATCH A CASE

THE PUSSY WET 
FROM THE MACE
RIOT DYING IN THE STREET
KEEP UP THE PACE
FUCK YOU SLOWING FOR WE RACING
ON OUR FEET
WE MOVE WITH HASTE


I’M AMAZED
ALL THESE NIGGAS FALLING OFF
FREE FOURTEEN 
ALL THESE OTHER RAPPERS SOFT
SPIDER GANG
CHOPPA COUGH

BITCH ON PAPER I LOOK GREATER THAN PRESIDENTS
SET PREPOSTEROUS PRECEDENTS
GOT A ROSTER OF RESONANCE COPPER?
BOTHER THE RESIDENTS PROPER
STOCKING YOUR EVIDENCE LOCKER
MEDICINE SET IN’LL STOP YOUR
HEAD IN A DROPPER
I KEEP THE LEAD IN A YAPPA
I GET TO POPPING YA TOP OR
YA LEGS AND SEVER SPIT RED 
AND I DROP YA 
DEAD AND IN HEAVEN WITH PAPA

(I WRITE TOO MANY LYRICS FOR SOUNDCLOUD TO HANDLE)

HOLOCAUST (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS)

Ditty

2K FREESTYLE only LIL DARKIE verse

Devil's Work

Lyrics:
Go, go, go!
Yeah, yeah, get it, get it
Oh my, oh my (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
P-P-Pussy boy g-get out my way!
I'll run up that check before I run any fades
Killing shit for fun but I ain't catching no case
Chillin' in the sun a villain catching some rays
L-l-legalize the fungi nigga, I eat it anyway
It could start with one guy, nigga
The world got plenty fakes
It don't need another
Fire with my brothers in the street
They don't show no love
I sight the others they look industry
Let 'em sleep, goodness me
Tell me what should this be?
Why you in my live talking shit?
I ain't saying shit to you
Keep my pride on my hip, that's a weapon I can't lose
Peep my vibe or keep zip your lips
Why won't you choose to love everybody
Bitch, how many times are you gonna ignore
The signs and people's rhymes
Yo niggas are retarded
He slid and left his nine
Yo momma must have dropped yo ass
Upon yo spine
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
We mobbing through the lobby
That faggot tried to rob me
"No hoe" like d-lo bitch
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I think the copper saw me
But I ain't chain link hopping
'Cause I ain't see no shit
Niggas will believe whatever you tell em
If you tell 'em enough
Helpful when you selling some stuff
Or starting a war
They rotten at the heart at the core
I'm plotting to pour LSD in the reservoir
All over the floor
I'm bringing Psilocybin on tour
I'm hiding the cure for fixing niggas, I'm very sure
Stop being depressed
Step outside and puff out your chest
He made you the best
That's ever gonna jump out the nest
I'm a crushing a pest
You rushing to get up like you next
You failing the test
Impale yourself through one of your breasts
Somewhere on your chest
Your heart departs and leaves you with less
Now look at this mess
Bitch, pull yourself together no rest
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I know that copper saw me
But I ain't chain link hopping, cuz I'm up in his whip
(STOP RESISTING, STOP RESISTING, STOP RESISTING, AHHH)

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