Trap Game pt. 3

VISUAL

Heart Attack [Prod. JVCXB]

Lyrics:

Eraze: 
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Cops are coming now we've gotta fix this
Blood is dripping on the carpet real quick
Pop another pill and drink another beer and grab the 40 walking out the doorway with a thick bitch
Ay
But she ain't loyal so I ditched it
And i don't do drugs that shit's for fuckin' bitches
But I guess that's what it takes to sell an album so pass me that valium, put that belt tight round my fuckin' wrist quick
Hang that noose up kick the chair I'm fuckin' done
Rising from the grave like Jesus here I come
Tripple six until I die i'll tell you somthin'
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Ay
Recently I've done a lot of mischief

Yusha:
I'm coming for you motherfuckers
Hit you with the shade
Then I stick you with the cutter
Hit you with the blade
Then I cook you in the oven
Prayin 666 let the devil tell you something

Sometimes in life there's no purpose
Taking them pills
Sometimes we all fucking hurting
Leader of hell, devil and his trusty servant
I'm ready to kill someone who fuck with my sermon

Born into suffering, forged in the crucible 
Frozen to death cuz it's cold in the underworld
Death is my homie they're always there for me
I let go of everything, give in to Lucifer

Got your blood on my hands as you die slow
Leave your dead body rot in the undertow
Credits roll, That's the end of the show

Eraze:
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Ay
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Pop another pill and drink another beer and grab the 40 walking out the doorway with a thick bitch
Aye
Recently I've done a lot of mischief
Recently I've done a lot of mischief

Mischief (Feat. Yusha)

SHOUTOUT @djplayastation THIS BEAT TOO FIRE. 
song really starts at :57 :D

---LYRICS---
Oh how I wish that was dead 
Another broke mofucka that be kissing lips of death 
Shit like Twitter way I try to keep  my fucking friends in check 
How the fuck I do that when my life’s a motherfuckin wreck 
Status of my mental health I’m prolly gonna be threat
On that 4 9 5 
I'm driving off the Percocet  
Suicidal thoughts in mind that shit is always imminent 
Blondie killed his wife I thought it sweeter than some M&M’s (Eminem)

Better stop that shit I ain’t playing mofucka 
I ain’t got my fix you in danger like no other 
Please get off my dick you be biting mofucka
 
Why the fuck am I still at the crib bro 
I’m so paranoid there’s people in my windows
Taking L’s write name up in the death note 
Smoking cigarettes I think my lungs broke
And I need my weed so lemme get my blunt rolled 
Get the fuck up out here with that dumb hoe 
I don’t socialize I do my drugs on my own 
I been stuck up in this mofucka mind blown 
I ain’t sleeping man my minds in a different time zone
Hear that dumb gun blast say goodbye to Kyo 

One by one send us to the fucking parishes 
I know a lot people think me as a heretic 
Grind my teeth down to the root I cannot take the negligence 
Who gonna proud of me when I’m so fucking embarrassing. 
Came from a broken home 
Rag on my fucking skull 
Rusty blade I deem it new 
Things I wish I never knew 
Fuck on a nasty cunt 
Grip on that fucking gun 
Fuck all things just that i've done

Spotify

YouThoughtShitWasSweet (PROD. DJ PLAYASTATION)

GOD DAMN (prod. Ellis Delta)

MVKO

Surrounded by fake mother fuckers need to break em off,
Rather see you fail every step than see you taken off,
The beast inside of me risen from his slumber he waking up,
First thing in the morning grab the bottle then its bottoms up,

I'm fucked up, yeah.. I'm sick inside of the head,
COVID-19 infecting my brain stem,
With every passing day were getting closer to the end,
Burn me down to ashes and just throw me to the wind,

Finger on the trigger yeah I swore I was done,
The hate inside my heart can go extinguish the sun,
Creepin in the night you see the gleam of my gun,
Get put inside a body bag and left in the dump,

I want, to watch, you fuckin, die you know that,
Ride, or die, I'm down, to ride, I show that,
You grindin, for nothin, where is, the growth at,
Blade in, my fist, I run..up, and throw that,

Livin in despair,
Lucid nightmares,
Got lost inside the static passed the point repair,
Its mental warfare,
Watch me float in midair,
I'm hollow to the core theres no one in here,

Me and gang eatin we sit down to a feast,
got the steeltoes on they bout to shatter your teeth,
Shoot Lightning from my fingertips I feel like I'm sheev,
Shinobi trained pull the mortal blade from the sheath, 

Fake mother fuckers show you love when they can benefit, they venemous, they wanna see you broke down to your skeleton,
Drop the guillotine we takin heads and then we sever em,
The seven headed dog we the beast straight out of the testiment,

Deatheater

I See a stone cold killa
It reflects in the glass 
You mothafuckas really think that I’m just one in the mass
I got the mind of a menace 
Creeping up in the grass
And I be tearing at your flesh until your time has been passed 

I be
One call 
From unleashing the beast
Cos I know what you expecting 
And it’s comin to be 
Just wait a couple whisper bars so I can blend in the beat 
Cos I’m boutta hit this shit with that eater energy 

Imma murk a motherfucker leave him up in the gutter 
These fuckers know 
That the eaters victims never recover 
I’m spittin and killin creating the villain 
Your carcass lay under covers 
I better get back before I end up fuckin killing another 

Takin a bat 
To slap these pussies that be talkin the game cos 
These fuckas lame they just be living with the false hope of fame 
They hear my name 
And they runnin for the hills

Pussy mothafuckas always wanna be the first to betray they brothers when it comes to the bills

AK3K

i need racks where the bag at 
i got straps they from baghdad 
run it back on my last lap 
bitch don’t make me get the last laugh

nicotine gon fill my lungs 
mixed with marijuana smoke 
pop a couple bottles
take a tab and then i’m bouta float 
trippin out my body
now i think i see a fucking ghost 
man up in mirror 
thinking life is such a fucking joke 

dump the fuckin clip
like i’m slaughta bitch 
hop up in the booth
yeah you know i’m bout to slaughta shit 
fulfilling my prophecy 
obsessions with suffering 
in love with with the fuckery
nobody gon fuck with me 

black mask 
pad lock 
body bag
black heart 
white bitch on dick 
ain’t been that way from the start 

Drugs are keeping me numb 
i run away from the love 
this life it was never fun 
been dreaming of eating slugs 

buckshot 
let the shotty pop 
watch the the fucking body drop 
i can’t feel my face
so i can never let the party stop 

mvko keep that mask on cause it’s blast off 
keep mask off for the last shot 

Exile feat. SXMPRA & AK3K (Prod. Fallen)

[Verse 1: Misfit]
Cut the strings off a puppet and hold him up for all to see
Lets tell the fans what you started and make a peasant fall to knees
Honestly, you sound the same on every song, what happened G?
Go back to making beats or learn to sell a fuckin' lease
A center piece of the scene
You're fuckin' twenty so please
Get a job and drop the act and maybe snag a degree
Don't start a war that you can't finish
Talkin' big but you're so timid
So don't tell us to run up
If you cannot state an opinion
I put this shit in my skin
You took a shit on your friends
A wannabe since the beginning
your careers in the bin
Go back to suckin' dicks
and get your bitch out my DM's
I'm feeling sick of all this shit
I'll make a mother fucker cave in
Aye man how we do this without fake men?
Ever since you left, we been great man
Blade open your chest and let it cave in
Hold it on the fire then we burn the mark on satan

[Hook: Misfit]
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want

[Verse 2: blckbrd]
Fuck a five foot four 
Discount store Sonny Moore
Screaming bloody murder
These formers are tryna start a war
Shitty horror core
Too busy falling on your dirty sword
And flexing all your numbers
Like a comma's all your working for
You flex a shooter life, but you can't even shoot a video
Fucking with the brothers and a family you committed to
And I refuse to fill my clique with hypocrites
I'll rip into you bastards
It's a fact that you deserve a payment back for how you acted
You really wanted this didn't you
You took your time and you plotted this, didn't you
I'm here to straighten the story
And it's fucking funny that I was concerned with offending you
Feelings are miniscule
Baggy's are plentiful
I got a few in my back and it's dreadful
That people can call you a friend and be dead to you
Ten seconds after they acting political
Houston do we got a visual?
No
Black out the sky with the miserable smoke
You can't fit in with the murder of crows
Cause when I run up we run up as a whole
Only time you keep a pole is when you suck a dick
You're too busy with that for your dogs
I'm boutta kick in the door
Got my foot on your throat
See you at my headline show lil bitch

Pinocchio feat. blckbrd (Prod. by Rajaste)

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Klimonglue

Lyrics:
Pop three pills, cant feel, disassociate
Count my bills, take time, what i make today
2 plus 2
42
You ask how
Sold a dupe
Uav
In my room
Made a rack
In a coup

Fuckin up her body
Wit a pelvic thrust like shotty
Everybody
Gone want her hiney
I pull up wit bacardi

Who is you
What the fuck ya homie gonna do
Cus if its just 1 on 1
Your life through

Sippin henny out the hemi
Suace like spaghetti
Seven grams bust out the celly
Im too hot like I be Nelly

Finger fuck ya wife n aunty
Not ya moms that shit too sandy
Call me up n I will serve
Junkie Trapper Loser Nerd

Who the fuck is talkin man I

Barely got a family
All these hoes cannot stand to me
Prepare my bars so readily
Never care what you said to me
Now bitch dont be my enemy
Government keep try bannin, wait



Infect all you cities, cities
Workin up to millys, millys
If i steal some pilly, pillys
Split that shit up fifty fifty

Eatin half like laffy taffy
If i catch u laughin at me
Act a fuckin pyscho
Lose my mental
Get to body taggin

Xanny inside henny
Percs on top the oxies
Fucked up till we dropping
Powder pills we popping

Advocate
Dont motivate
Cant learn the trap
Not in my state
The cellophane
gone perforate
Dont ship it man
You lost my faith

Ay
Ay
I dont wanna be the main
If they got a lead for something
I will take the second place
Everyone gone want the winner
They aint gonna see my face
Sneak behind em when they dont expect it
And take everything

And thats that back talk
Scavenger
Dont ask me
Passenger
A mix tape
Pass to her
I always act
A ass to her
We In her daddy rari
Wish it was bugatti
Fuck her friend tomorrow
Show that bitch she cant afford it

HOOK

Junkie Trapper Loser Nerd +Klimonglue

Clown

[T.R.I.P.]

Nothing but murder inside my mind hoe,
Take a look cause you fuckin with a psycho,
Bloody vision while i’m scopin when the lights low,
Hope you mothafuckas burn and fucking die slow 

It’s a mothafuckin bloody massacre up in the mosh pit 
Fuck the nonsense, this the Devil's Rejects 
Fuck your prayers pussy, we'll meet you on the other side 
Out the fuckin purgatory light 'em up and watch 'em die 

Fuck around I’ll send you bitches out in body bags,
Got our numbers up and now you pussies acting mad, 
Me and Vague will put a shotgun up to fuckin ass
Bet you never faced the facts that after death there is nothing left

[VAGUE]

All these bodies laying on the floor
Smell of all the rotting flesh that you can’t ignore
Your trapt inside, see the chains on the doors
Better fight your way out thru the gore

When death is in the pit
Wanna know, we’re you feeling all of it?
Gotta breath in, get blood on shit
I wanna see the bodies smash against the fence
Let bloodshed commence
The blood is leavin from my mind
I’m trapped in it all the time
UAV, not hard to find
Just look, and it will align

Resurrect your soul,  devils rejects gonna show
The pain and torture that you know
Undead has risen why you so cold

[T.R.I.P.]

Burning inside me, let me rot and watch me bleed
Trapped within, can’t find me
Yea,
Can’t find me

DEVIL'S REJECTS [Prod. Rayse]

DIE ANOTHER DAY (PROD. PLAGUE X TWENTYTHREE)

6Feet (Prod. Fallen) *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION

PRODUCED BY TGLOTRAPS

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TYING KNOTS 2 (prod. tglotraps)

EMERGENCE Ft. Ouija Macc (Archived re-upload)

HALF PINT (Archived re-upload)

HAARPER - Drop it like it's hot !

TO THE GROUND w/ DOS'E

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Grave Flower - Submission

PRODUCED BY HIES

DECEPTION RECORDS / UNDERGROUND CULT

IHAVEONECHANCE X D2THEDRE X CVTVSTRXPHE - RUTHLESS [PROD. HIES]

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[VAGUE]

Surrounded by the voices that are talkin’ in my head
Man I wake up all the time, really thinkin that I might be dead
Dealin with the stress, and you dealin with your fucken life
The reason that we do it, so that we fucken feel alive

All we see is play, but you can’t seem to find rewind
Hate the fact that fixin’ fuck-ups, always gonna take some time
Matter of fact, that your memories forever last
The Devil diggin’ deeper
Hopin he can bring up darker pasts

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[T.R.I.P.]

I live a fast life, never on that slow paced shit
In my space ship doing donuts middle fingers to the masons 
Yea you mothafuckaz said that we’d never make it
Now i’m sitting back smoking like i’m on vacation Bitch

Staying low cuz you never know 
Plenty haters sitting back praying that u fold 
Watch these so called  “homies” all turn into hoes
Never get too comfortable stay up on your toes

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it?

Trap Game pt. 3

SithTchaikovsky