Name: september eleventh twenty twenty by MOSSBACK
Duration: 2 min 43 s
Description: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2020_Oregon_wildfires

NotHing lIke It ..Etheral and DeeP wiTha KnuKKle FisT puNcH Of MaddNesS.. WhAts NOt To LoVe... Keep KiLLiN Shit MosSBacK!!!

Track 2 of SMILE RED DEVIL
Vocals by @gullyspit and @jaealaska
Production by gullyspit

Verse 1: @jaealaska
I get to stuttering 
Spit like a silencer 
Get like 300 because they so popular 
Jay to the face then depart to andromeda 
Everything round me like homina homina 
Fuck your lil infantry 
Fuck where that piggy be
All of this pack getting smoked like it’s hickory 
Back at the crib where I left any sympathy 
Watch how I put it together like symphony 
Get you addicted to every prescription 
Handing you death with a blurrier vision 
The mission got plenty of issues I promise just listen 
Ain’t nobody telling the truth
But they not awake 
Brain on a platter get scrambling like I don’t already have enough room on my plate 
Smoke rolling off of her lips like some foam from that animal face

Chorus: @gullsypit
hit em with that
knock knock at the door
knock knocked to the face
sun tzu with the war
Helen with the heavy weapon 
can’t hear whatever they say 
they ain’t really with the struggle 
we ain’t coming here to play
terror when they say obey 
we those guerrillas 
we come from the jungle
we on that animal face 

Verse 2: @gullyspit
rat race in the gutter
smoking right from the rubber 
wrong move you gon suffer 
big gun to a runner
strung up undercover 
feds wanna know what happened
spitting at em for the culture 
spitting at em in the crowd 
they think I’m pretty
they want me inside of they mouth 
worship they really devout 
I’m really not playing those dumbass lil juvenile games 
i just want you log on and come see all my content so I can be something you hate 
I’m smoking batch till my blackened lil lungs get to bleeding 
I’m coughing right into the grave 
she said she fw with my music od
so i told her to please come and sit on my face

Chorus x2

Animal Face w/ Jae Alaska

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2020_Oregon_wildfires

september eleventh twenty twenty

w the homie https://soundcloud.com/sinizterofficial

REAPER W/ SINIZTER (PROD. MODEST0 X LUNA)

Production, mixing and mastering by Gullyspit

Verse 1:
looking at my hands stretched out
what’s a preacher with a 45
talking out the side where the neck meets the bow tie 
where the flesh connects between both eyes
they won’t even sweat till we show em where the rope ties
you can get beat to death
burnt out the middle like a cigarette
watch the heat map form from the infrared
got newspeak’s clinging to rest 
got new feet bringing old bones inside to get dressed
no time better than past to get pressed
no fight in em let the rest forget
flood bringing mud but it stuck to porch steps
her hand covered up with blisters 
itch in the throat need to pitch the liquor 
images birthed in 
the skin infested
crave the silence when the pump arrested

Hook:
mama said it was always muddy 
and I better not track no shit
mama said I was always funny
but I speak with too much spit

Bridge:
i feel like a scarecrow
i know they all hate me 
no debate that I’m an asshole
bodies in the castle 
hanging right below the ramparts
i feel like a surgeon
now you spare parts

breakdown:
4 blank walls make em act corrected
4 inch tall need the aim perfected
counting minutes when the year is rented
countless visions of a body burned up
organs churned up 
rivers longs gone 
swerve the pot hole but hit the pilon
smell the fumes off the melted nylon 
fuck the pay stub
office Saigon 

Hook x2

Ugly44

written/recorded/mixed/mastered by MOSSBACK

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

Living in a world
Thats more askew than alive
Maybe I got lost along the way
Thats okay

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Singing harmonies with my pack like a bone thug

Beaming from the center of the earth
Its so real
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Pushin thirty
You're still learning
What it means to feel
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud
Wanna struggle with the alligators in the mud

Please no one notice me
I learned to love monotony
Hangdog at the front of the line
Beacon of democracy
Plain is how I ought to be
Patient til lobotomy time

HANGDOG

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

Lyrics:

So many faces overlooked
I try
Today we launch the motherload
Sky high

So many faces overlooked
I try
But I don't think we've got the proper codes
Time to wipe

Launch the wave
Multiply
Load the vein
Multiply
Launch the wave
Multiply
Load the vein
Multiply

The scale is broken
Fortifications sunken in
The flesh is borrowed
And the skin is wearing thin
The people want it
The madness of our days
Oh to be of tomorrow
After the war is said and done
After the war is said and done
After the war is said and done

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Ivy Mike

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats x @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz

LANDFILL

A devil-may-care folk-rock fever dream from Ellis Wilder.
Sex, sin, and sidewalk confessions — this is what happens when the wild wins.

Fueled by bourbon, busted lips, and the chaos of the Chelsea Hotel, this track howls with neo-70s grit and bisexual bedlam. Three in the bed, ash on the sheets, no regrets till morning. Guitars jangle. Drums thump like a racing heart. And somewhere in the distance, someone’s still looking for their jeans.

No Vacancy at The Chelsea

замедленный кровоток 
холодно думать
уёбок покажи мне свои зубы

я не оправдываю своих ожиданий 
ежедневно
если бы я мог то был бы просто инструментом
для тебя
замедленный кровоток 
холодно думать
мне нужно больше слов чтобы увидеть твою сущность

у меня в планах изолироваться нахуй
извини если не оправдал твоих ожиданый

влево-вправо

я двигаюсь как по наклонной

ты не знаешь как мне скучно жить со всей моей болью

болью

влево-вправо

координировать болью все мои поступки 

я не пойду на уступки

ради тебя

коорды

Written and performed by Grim Salvo x JMattson (@j_mattson)
PROD @33marrow

Art by SLEUTH

- L Y R I C S +

JMATTSON

I don’t speak too much 
I’m the quiet type
But come to one of my shows and imma show you what a riot like
Motherfucker yeah I’m down to die tonight 
Sipping cyanide
Me and my demons seeing eye to eye
I try and try but fuck it
I kick the bucket 
Switchblade I tuck it
The blood get all on my knuckles
I fucking love it 
My stomach, it fucking rumbles 
I’m on a budget
I’m hungry 
I don’t want trouble, but bitch I’m hunting
Better run, better get to cover quick
I’m coming for that cashflow
Any motherfucker can get it
Yeah I’m an asshole
No better place than on the run
I’m feeling like I’m Rambo
Grabbing the machete from my hip
I’m out of ammo
Grab hold ya neck and bitch I squeeze until your head pop
Dark web files encrypted inside my desktop
Motherfucker itching to get in my fucking head
Stop a motherfuckin' bullet before I would ever let y’all

SLEUTH
 
Bitch it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a fiend, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us 
[x2]

MOSSBACK

Slipping in the paint
Sorrow face, no sticky
You wonder where the heat is 
I got plenty don’t be picky
Don’t act so defeated 
Drink some liquor 
You look sicky
Gimme a reason to flip a bitch like SSX Tricky
Battle axe, heart attack when I’m bugging
Corpse paint granny on my dick mean mugging 
Please cousin 
I don’t need the grief 
No luggage 
No baggage 
Stay back 
Stay mad 
We buzzing
Keep scrubbing
Coughing off the wicked
I’ve had visions 
Way beyond depiction in the written
I’ve had family turn on me
Fuckin up the mission thinking that we’re different 
Why you causing friction 
I’m spliffing in the fetal position 

SLEUTH

OH.
We buzzing
Fuck with all the ruckus
Got the lame brains clucking
I don’t think you’re paid 
I really think you straight bluffing
Know we’re headed to heavens
But it don’t change nothing
What the fuck

Bitch it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a fiend, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us 
[x2]

Flip the beef in the street
No cheese no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us

}}}%

september eleventh twenty twenty

MOSSBACK

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