Prodigal Son is a collision of metal and hip-hop—chaotic, honest, and born from the fallout of bad decisions. It’s about what happens after the damage is done—when you’re forced to face yourself and claw your way back. These tracks aren’t about being perfect; they’re about transformation that hurts, a return to something real. Every verse, every scream, every distortion is a piece of that process. This is the soundtrack to coming home—not to comfort, but to clarity.


Lyrics

When I spit the most intricate lyric wizard shit 
I’m seriously cold like an Antarctic winter blizzard gets 
I can kick em and shred it up into a little bits
Even cinnamon twists isn’t as sweet as this
Rockstar livin is sick if you ain’t a little bitch
I’ve been living on edge since I was a little kid
Vigilant as a native when he stepped off the rez
And I’m standing and screaming
So listen fuck the feds
Bitch, I’m more than a menace
I am the venom
Identical
Nah I’ve never been
I’ve just been one to tell em
I’m iller than salmonella
That’s cooking up off the chicken
And tendencies of a killer
We knew that since the beginning
Honestly, I’ve been just trying to tour
Worldwide, where bitches say bonjour
Hola Papi
And Arigato
Around the damn globe
I’m down so let’s go


It’s all about that rockstar life for me flying high through the night. I can’t sleep.

Gold chains
Cocaine
OK
All day

It’s all about that rockstar life for me the open Road and no home is all I see 

No way 
Won’t change 
Let’s bring it back to my old ways 


What do you think I’m done bitch?
I’m coming back with the vengeance
Here to step on the heads of these pussies
While they bite the pavement
Save it
Keep that shit to yourself
Trying to follow in my footsteps will put your life right on a shelf
Started back in the flats
To flipping these packs
Genre bending in fact
You probably think this shit is fucking trash
BLEGH 
All I’m really doing
Is taking it back
To where I started
When I was blowing smack off my bitch bitches ass crack
Rockstar life, bitch
Hit the road with me
Fucking bitches
While their man is pissed
She said she never rode a dick like this
Shit, I’ll drive a bitch nuts
But to me, you ain’t shit 
It’s just another day 
Head still up in the clouds 
I can’t hear what you say 
A complete 18 saying lines full of a whole bunch of nothing 
And I’m still better than you 
Ain’t that something? 

It’s all about that rockstar life for me flying high through the night. I can’t sleep.

Gold chains
Cocaine
OK
All day

It’s all about that rockstar life for me the open Road and no home is all I see 

No way 
Won’t change 
Let’s bring it back to my old ways 

LETS
TAKE
IT BACK 
TO 
WHERE WE 
STARTED 
LETS BRING IT BACK TO MY OLD WAYS

{Solo}

Prodigal Son

Back From The Dead

Back from the Dead (feat. Redeyez)

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Welcome To The Acid House

Prodigal Son is a collision of metal and hip-hop—chaotic, honest, and born from the fallout of bad decisions. It’s about what happens after the damage is done—when you’re forced to face yourself and claw your way back. These tracks aren’t about being perfect; they’re about transformation that hurts, a return to something real. Every verse, every scream, every distortion is a piece of that process. This is the soundtrack to coming home—not to comfort, but to clarity.


Lyrics


I'm too old to die young
But this was fun
I done some dirty deeds
And Jesus ain't my hero
I'm just trynna live till 33
But if I make it farther
Maybe I'll forgive my father
Settle down and
Have some seeds I teach to walk on water
If I could start this over
VHS and press rewind
I'd focus less on sex and drugs
And stick with sex and wine
Still a success to climb
But exercise just ain't my habit
I'm more like adderall and whiskey or a hit of acid
Feeding drugs like feeding carrots to a rabbit
Plus I'm rascally
I get nasty on these beats
That means I keeps it rashy
They keep on asking for that new shit
Say they got to have it
But wouldn't give the kid a dollar for his last shit
I ain't mad it's just that getting taxes got me breathing heavy
Maybe it's the cigarettes, or maybe I ain't eating healthy
I dream I'm wealthy
So of course I'm sleeping in
Of course I'm hitting snooze
That's like a nightmare creeping in, and
I've been sinning since the first sip from the bottle
Got me wicked
And I drink until I over flow this pot I got to piss in
Cause I'm not about to listen to no logic I'm too ignant
I ain't a healthy self but shit I finna get malignant, man

Never fall in love
Never have no kids
Never take a groupie to the same crib where you live
Don't ever be the snitch and if you is don't be no bitch
When you lying in a ditch, and your blood begin to drip
That's why you never trust the pigs
Always plead the fifth
And if you copping off of me don't say my name I don't exist
If you cheating on your man I'm just a ghost, I don't exist
This world is cold as shit
You live and then you don't exist


Some depressing shit I wrote when I was getting drunk alone
I should've watched the throne but I was busy watching Game Of Thrones
I'm going crazy just thinking at home, making songs
And hoping there's still time to fuck these bitches later on
But later on I'm acting anxious, maybe something's wrong
I'm popping Xanax like candy corn just to keep me calm
And on and on then feed me key bumps just to keep me gone
Me energizer burn me up cause it's like 3 in the morning
Until I'm yawning, so dope I'm nodding
This ain't the problem
You at the top before you’ve ever known is rocks and bottom
This drink's for Asim
Probably thinking that we all forgot him
A lot of friends I had is gone, got to go on without them
And now I'm in and out of existential funks, I'm funky
I said I'll never fall in love but that don't mean don't love me
This will be fuzzy when their belly full but they still hungry
And you will blame the drugs, I'd rather blame the country

Because fuck the president
Bitch, fuck you, and fuck your parents
I ain't done laundry In a month
I'm on some fuck these errands
I am too drunk to give a beggars fuck about what I'm wearing
Looking bummy on the subway, like I hope they're scared of me


Never fall in love
Never have no kids
Never take a groupie to the same crib where you live
Don't ever be the snitch and if you is don't be no bitch
When you lying in a ditch, and your blood begin to drip
That's why you never trust the pigs
Always plead the fifth
And if you copping off of me don't say my name I don't exist
If you cheating on your man I'm just a ghost, I don't exist
This world is cold as shit
You live in it, you don't exist

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