amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

$ee You In Hell

rycapalot

Welcome 2 Dolph World

No Panties

Cut Em Off

WTHELLY

PIGGY BANK (meer)

www.youtube.com/@VanGotravels
"So I spill genius with a bottle and a loaded gun" =
I create brilliant things from a place of pain, addiction, and danger. My mind is a battlefield, but from that war, I make art that hits hard.
This track a little off beat of van life but it shows the darker side of just wanting to be alone sometimes, a Misanthrope, ill love the world when its silent and gone!!!! real feelings!

I'm a late-night loner with a rusted soul
Drinkin’ demons from a dollar store bowl
An artist armed with broken thoughts
Sketchin’ chaos in the shape of gods

Sex fiend, dreamer, blackout preacher
A loser’s life with no paid feature
But even Van Gogh would've gone berserk
Tryin’ to paint beauty in a world this hurt

I’m a mess, but I’ll be okay
Screamin’ through the static every goddamn day
Yeah, I’m ugly truth wrapped in decay
But this freak still finds a way to create

Let me burn, let me crash
Let me write my name in ash
You can hate, you can go
I’ll take my van and roll solo

Selfish souls with vacant eyes
Posting selfies, living lies
I ain't no saint, I ain't polite
But I still chase stars in the dead of night

Einstein said, Creativity’s intelligence having fun
So I spill genius with a bottle and a loaded gun
I’m no Van Gogh but I cut deep too
My blood paints canvases of every shade of blue

I build cathedrals in my mind
For ghosts who never got to shine
Call me misanthrope, I don’t belong
But I love the world… when it's silent and gone

I build cathedrals in my mind
For ghosts who never got to shine
Call me misanthrope, I don’t belong
But I love the world… when it's silent and gone

I’m a mess, but I’ll be okay
Screamin’ through the static every goddamn day
Yeah, I’m ugly truth wrapped in decay
But this freak still finds a way to create

Let me burn, let me crash
Let me write my name in ash
You can hate, you can go
I’ll take my van and roll solo

No map, no plan, no one to save
Just a van, a voice, and the will to misbehave

Im a Mess(HD)

Kill Her

Noctournal Rainbows

Built on a haunting Lyn Lapid sample and wrapped in a melodic Trippie Redd–style beat, this track dives into the raw moment where love turns heavy. With emo-rap melodies and emotional urgency, the lyrics unravel the weight of holding on when it’s already slipping. It’s vulnerable, distant, and real — a final cry before letting go. Whether it’s heartbreak or healing, this one hits when you’re done pretending things still feel right.

Why III

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