Lyrics:
Sinizter:
I’m the reaper fuck a scythe I got my hatchet mane
I stay lowkey, I’m on the creep, I’m always peepin’ game
That’s why I stay away from all these mothafuckin’ lames
Sinny, Ouija kickin’ ass and bitch we takin’ names

Bridge:
I’m turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’ hustle day and night
That’s why I cannot text yo bitch and she get no reply

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-ON DA CREEP (prod. MTM & Morris)

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-DEAD BY DAYLIGHT (prod. Devereauxx & Riff Grimez)

Prod. Reverse Playback

Cover Art by @SPIRITGARD3N

Hold the feeling close 
I don’t mean to let it go 
But lately I’ve been losing my hope 

Try to escape the cold
But it won’t leave from my bones 
Now I’m spending everyday in my coat 

You have to let me know 
If your feelings for me go 
cause it’s eating away in my skull

Pistol on my nightstand 
Right next to the Vivans 
Need something to take control 

Born to get it 
I cannot begin to say how much I really need it 
I conceal it 
I can feel it when I’m singing 
Its my meaning 
It’s the reason I’m here so I keep on scheming 
I can be like them and settle for a living 
But I’d rather struggle 
Harder than the rest 
Ends barely meeting 
But I’m breathing 
Tryna spread my word and love until my family keening 
I can see it 
Keenan in the whip with me we fleeing 
From the police sirens screaming 
Have you ever see a demon 
Have you ever 
I don’t care about the way the people see me  
Ima choose to be myself it’s come so easy 
They can say the words they choose I’m undefeated 
Playback in the function echo thru the tweeters 
Blood leaking out the speakers 
Lethal Dose the clique and that goes without speaking 

Hold the feeling close 
I don’t mean to let it go 
But lately I’ve been losing my hope 

Try to escape the cold
But it won’t leave from my bones 
Now I’m spending everyday in my coat 

You have to let me know 
If your feelings for me go 
cause it’s eating away in my skull

Pistol on my nightstand 
Right next to the Vivans 
Need something to take control 


I cant make it up I take a loss and gain a benefit
She spit in my mouth and now she calling me a gentleman 
I might die alone but ain’t no way I die irrelevant 
When I die they might dig up my bones and try to sell that shit 

Hopping up out that cherry whip angelic how I’m feeling bitch 
They tripping I go so hard but they still sleeping I dont get that shit 
I say it how it is 
I can’t tell a lie my statements real 
world would be a better place half of yall were similar 

I keep away from drama 
I been steady tryna find a way 
To call out to the gods 
And offer my mind as a prophecy 
feel it when they call on me 
I go thru life with modesty 
I tend to stand my ground and cause of that there’s nothing stopping me 

Hold the feeling close 
I don’t mean to let it go 
But lately I’ve been losing my hope 

Try to escape the cold
But it won’t leave from my bones 
Now I’m spending everyday in my coat 

You have to let me know 
If your feelings for me go 
cause it’s eating away in my skull

Pistol on my nightstand 
Right next to the Vivans 
Need something to take control

Spending Everyday In My Coat

PROD DELIRIUM
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TILL IM DEAD

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Bad Bitch (Prod. RULZ)

Lyrics:

(Bitch)
I been in my bag
Better get back
'Fore I attack
Cause if I pull out this strap
Then it's just dead people in body bags
I'm feeling a little manic
It's got me in panic mode
I'm manic depressive
And know that I'm bouta fucking blow
If I would've ran with a crew
Way back in the day
We'd be shooting up schools
Feeling a little delusional
What I could do to you
Putting your shit on the roof
So fuck it
I'm making your brains explode
Putting your shit on the ceiling
In front of your hoes
Talk that shit now
I'm finna come walk this bitch down

They thought that they could talk about me
And that I wouldn't do shit
They thought that they could walk around me
And that I just threw fits
They thought that they could cop a bounty
And just pounce on my shit
But now I got a growth spurt
And I leave 'em toothless

Do the things I wanna do
Run up and pay the price
Get ravenous like piranhas do
Your body covered in bites
I'm smoking marijuana goop
Hits from the knife
Bitch I can tell ya bout the one and two
We'll show ya the light
Can't give a fuck about no pussy motherfucker you know
I know you talking shit about me
I got fire for the smoke
I got a rope
I'll catch a puny little shrimp by the throat
I'll walk in blood till I'm soaked
I'll swim through blood with my bow
Bitch!
Gave up on the pocket knives
Now I rock a sheath
I could cut you open like a fruit
And let the pit breathe
I could cut you open like a patient under surgery
If I cut you open you should murder me
Gave up on the pocket knives
Now I rock a sheath
I could cut you open like a fruit
And let the pit breathe (I could cut you uh huh)
I could, cut you
If I cut you open you should murder me!

Goth Boy pull up in a trench coat
All black, white eyes, and a pencil
What he do?
Do he write?
Or do he flick it?
The Dewey decimal system about to make 'em livid
Six-six-six
Bitch I'm hard as glass
Watch how easily I break off this shard in your ass
Harden the pass
I'm constipated
Shit fucking me up
I'm bouta r*pe you with my guts
You keep fucking with us
My insides penetrating yours
And explosions!
Fuck venom
Bitch I'm living in these emotions
I own 'em
Like I own you
You my slave
I'm the type of person to blow up inside a rave

They thought that they could talk about me
And that I wouldn't do shit
They thought that they could walk around me
And that I just threw fits
They thought that they could cop a bounty
And just pounce on my shit
But now I got a growth spurt
And I leave 'em toothless

Apple

Toothless (feat. Gizmo)

They call me el diablo
Pain bleeds like a motto
Three LA desperados
Chamber spins like a bottle
Got a Glock Aimed to Zing ya with a Red Dot
Finger with gucci ring
Jingle of my chain be the melody to lead you to an empty grave
Trail of dead is what I leave
C O A 3OD came to clear the way
Blanxx sweet til' he sour
Keg blowin' like the powder
Scream louder
Revel on my level
God's dead when you dancin' with the devil

Steady burnin' bridges that I don't know
I don't give a fuck though
Call it what it is
Bitch I'm mutha' fuckin' stone cold
You really ain't about it
Always runnin' like you won't fold
West of the Miss gunnin' for the whole world
We the topic of discussion
Check the mutha' fuckin' leaderboard
It's not up for discussion
We the realest and you're heated huh
Prolly not enough you wish we ended
Now you're scheming huh
Three's up everywhere
Caution to the wind
We keyed in bruh

Bunny mask maniac
Man with the Darko vibes
Drillin' in ya brain 8mm
Homegrown with the tone
Hot to the touch
Hellifornia fuckin' up ya dome
3 zero D
White Devil, Red and G
Ya
slummin' in Anacrime man
Who given a fuck if I die?
Show of hands
Too many bitches
Ridin' on my jock
Can't even understand a word ya sayin
Slurrin through ya teeth
Better Say it with ya chest
Imagine we got beef

West Of The Mississippi

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