how many, bodyparts can i fit in this car,
clocked his jaw now that retard gotta eats thru a straw
im in your brain, violating your thoughts 
you talk alot about me, still dont know who you are

fuck the law and anybody who cooperate
come out to play, my mental state not somethin you can replicate
i just beat it raw i think i broke her fuckin vertebrae
couple eight balls in this bag hurtin my shoulder blades

i been the illest since a fetus, dont play with heaters
i set it off no queen latifah, come and meet the millimeter
see me creeping, wanna see tomorrow, then gimmie a reason
humbly speaking i am way above you, we dont bleed the same

seize the day, and tell the ones you love to keep away
try and keep em safe, cause when i slide i close my eyes and spray

kill em for the hell of it i really need therapist
shoot the parents, sell the kids. 
no loose ends or evidence

i hate yall i really do, my hands red my money blue
fuck feds. and fuck you too, i dont trust em

Devil Eater (Prod. PUDA)

count your blessings bitch im busy countin sins
dont play with us go play with them, i get head like on demand
from your shorty and her friend, yall so boring follow trends
yall just bore me no offense, pull up stretch them like my bands

two sticks, not in a band
two bitches think they twins
murder tracks it make no sense
run it back, and go again

what you need 
cause i got all
cold as fuck
let me unthaw
see you talkin from afar
think im shook bitch not at all

nu uhhh--

hollow tip rip thru his jaw
walk on water walk on bodies, 
walk on problems
this cup so dirty (dirty) like my, concience
we gone solve em, no other options

4real prod waveyy

they so optimistic 
till a opp go missing
switching flows just like i switch positions with your missus
i could never argue no lesser man
you gone learn a lesson man
movin like the president 
bezels on me wrestling

god damn, fun fact.
coward or rat, never been that 
you blowin her text, i blow out her back
made me a check spend that on a pack
slime gone slide thats slatt
we offline no ats, no apps
all you hoes surrounded by cap
off the grid, off the map

been with the shit since a fetus
what the fuck did they feed him
more stripes than a zebra, stripes on me adidas
shorty kick it like fifa, for a fact she a eater
dont act like i need ya
pour the act in the liter, need a rack for a feature
back pack keep a heater

13 thats nemo, big dog no fido
she want the dick this shit aint free tho
say they want smoke pull up get beat on
say they got shooters how come i dont see none?

born bred hoe, lil boy you a pussy
lookin for me i be right where i should be

13 (prod.puda)

count up i get papercuts the only time i bleed
you aint nothing but a stain to us, we wash away with ease
NEMO
 
made your bitch walk on her knees
pleadin pretty please dont leave but i got places to be
think that you know what you want, i got what you need
wavy like the seven seas, lately life been like a breeze
lately i been on that demon time so god dont fuck with me
lately i dont even need the time to write so  i just speak

east or west wherever i step its armageedon
this beat just got molested , left em tongue tied like lesbians
all you rappers thespian, evident yall barely sentient
dont give me your two cents matter fact dont finish that sentence

keep your distance
otherwise the plot thickens
fuck what the cops thinkin i just left his child missing
ina field like scott pippen, my positions off the grid so keep your nose up out my business
unless you sniffin what my bro whipped in the kitchen

made it out
safe and sound
category 5, this that paper route
hopeless child, i just tried to make them proud
you got shit to say, better say it loud
boy is you insane, you making deals in paper towns
im high like himayalas, say whatever, lay em down
stay profound, thought outside the box and now im outta bounds
gots ta bounce, sit inside a wraith to watch the stars align

this moby dick will make yo throat sore
snatched your shorty, put her out, she a good whore
tell me what you good for 
target practice, blast em, fucking turn they ass to past tense

no silver ware any where in my childhood home
dont know right from wrong, split your skull to make me feel calm
push keys like ray charles, you cant put out this flame like its napalm
dry aged, i stay raw

get you face flayed off
stay calm, talk on my name let it spray off

"papercuts" prod by jpatz

"hectic" prod by bailey daniel

they try and fail
i'll never not prevail
it aint hard to tell
who got a tail between they legs
made your bet, made your bed now lie in it
i just woke up, whats the business
feelin like a farmer way im countin all this chicken



on some shit you never been on
big ones to the ceiling i could stand on them like stilts or sum
satans son, sorta belzebub, im the wicked one
rick owen boots turn maroon from stompin bums

turn around, walk a different direction
i'll dissect em, leave they bodies in sections
formaldehyde in a barrel, i drenched them
applying the pressure, the most fucking drastic of measures
i never bleed like a mecha, 

i said it

its that time again
dont make a lick of sense 
the cat got your tongue
im feedins bullets to a hypocrite
sick of it
plead the fifth
i play the field
they in the nosebleeds like coca nina drip

shit 

yall bogus
im on a boat on the coast
make sure that you wont float
i smoke til im comatose
sleep with my eyes open
when i rap my eyes close
give a fuck bout what they told ya
these cockroaches breaking oaths
quick to fold, laundry day
gotta clean my clothes
hemoglobin stained me so
like a faucet with these flows
im like a father to these hoes
you say you ballin but you broke
you in the club with some water in your cup
what the fuck?

im the shit 
this the proof
your skull thick
not bulletproof

its funny how these hoe think they vogue models
bogus lifestyle, prostitues be they role models
go swallow another load for a few dollars
shut your mouth, your whole bloodine never mattered

"bleed like a mecha" prod by bailey daniel

"bodies" prod by slum

slaughter sons and daughter
caught em at the corner, call the coroner
brick and mortar way i whip this yola
phoned yo hoe to drop a load off
bullet size o sodas no you cant avoid em
send em to the void, where nobody hears your voice

the illest
13 stand on biness
stop actin like a menace
i earn more than both your parents
floor the lexus, go to paris
higher than the eiffel, what im smoking cant compare it
pure horsepower, no carriage

Im insane i cant lie, always run it up, my pockets never out shape
Been feeling hatred as of late
Been getting faded losing faith
In everybody
Who ever claimed they love me
That shit fake
It aint hard to tell whenever they say that theyve changed, 
That im the one to blame
Cause i believe the words you say
Sick and tired of trying every single fucking day
To feel alive, once again

To feel peace inside my mind without shame
Heavy is the head, heartbreak hurt my fucking ribcage

Tryna get my shit together
Just so i can live forever
A life without you is like a bird without feathers

It hurts but ill manage
Why you doubting my feelings
Lifesaver, save me fore i drown in my feelings

Brick & Mortar prod. slum

UGLY BOI CLIQUE (prod by jewfy)

MADE ALOTTA MONEY ON A MONDAY

BITCH LICK MY TIP LIKE A SUNDAE

BITCH I SWERVE OFF IN A HyUNDAI

RA RA RATCHET BITCH ON THE RUNWAY


who you think you is who you talking to

tryna talk to me i dont fuck with you

yah i cook it up like im ratatouille

out here playing hard but you a fucking fool 


yah i mix the lean and fanta

yah my sack is full like im santa 

got yo bitch on my lap she want my bands yuh

got yo bitch on my lap she want my bands yuh


(2x)
MADE ALOTTA MONEY ON A MONDAY

BITCH LICK MY TIP LIKE A SUNDAE

BITCH I SWERVE OFF IN A HyUNDAI

RA RA RATCHET BITCH ON THE RUNWAY



i fuck on yo bitch yeah that hoe she my mistress, 

my dick is resistless, 

she think im delicious,

fuck your existance, 

dont get it twisted,

im a person of interest

please keep yo distance



MADE ALOTTA MONEY ON A MONDAY

BITCH LICK MY TIP LIKE A SUNDAE

BITCH I SWERVE OFF IN A HyUNDAI

RA RA RATCHET BITCH ON THE RUNWAY

MONDAY [PROD BY JEWFY]

Produced by Jewfy and mixed by Okane.

"lyrics"

bitch im leanin leanin leanin leanin leanin

in a foreign whip yeah we out here speedin

we on yo block yeah you see us fuckin creepin

we dont kill we just wanna hear you screamin


talkin shit little bitch 

walk away dont trip

aint afraid to die so if you kill me make it quick

i just fucked yo bitch, yeah that hoe she really thick

now excuse me gotta wash away this lipstick on my dick

call me santa carti i hide shit in your stockin

smart like stephen hawkin this dro stop me from talkin

bitch my wrist be poppin, dick in yo bitch throbbin

i be out here runnin and you motherfuckers joggin


leanin leanin leanin leanin leanin

i be countin all these bands every season

got that ice around my neck you know im freezin

i be saying so much shit without a meaning


leanin leanin leanin leanin leanin

decomposed yeah you know that shit be clean ho

you dont wear that shit if you aint VIP ho

im way too fuckin sick need quarantine ho

LEANIN! (Prod. Jewfy & Okane)

Mix & Master by Beau Vallis. 

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TERROR [PROD. COLETHEKING]

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SUPREMACY [PROD. @REDDRUMBEATZ]

Get The Bag (Prod. Rémy Beats)

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styrofoam (prod. lil biscuit)

rig·or mor·tis
/ˌriɡər ˈmôrdəs/

stiffening of the joints and muscles of a body a few hours after death, usually lasting from one to four days.

Rigor Mortis (Prod. Masked Man)

Performed, produced, mixed and mastered by me

"Quarantine" (Prod. Nemo)

LYRICS:
My moral compass going haywire
Throwin bodybags, down by the lakeside
Now we almost at the spot, watch me spin tires
I aint no fucking rookie know i been fire
You think you lit, yous a bin fire
You think she want you but her pussy never been drier
Fuck you, dont bang my line if you aint buying
You lil pussy, you cant hang around the big lions

When im the room the whole mood change
They talking bout pulling up? 
They see me and they look away,  
I got opp chopped up in the suitcase
There is no escape, you gots to pray to see another day

Aint nobody iller
banging on my chest like a shapeshift gorilla
Two sticks with drums, no attila
Look myself in the mirror, never seen nobody realer

On my whiteboy shit 2 bricks in my khakis
I seen yo bitch stalking, tell that thot to come and top me, 
when you spit like this, then youre allowed to be cocky,
 i just flipped the switch, tell the opp to come find me

The devil pay respect to me
Hang around them demon thatll drag you down to hell and feast
High as fuck mixing ecstasy with lsd
Try me you gone die i blow the whistle like referee

"HAYWIRE" (PROD. HOMAGE)

Equipment: RODE NT-1A CONDENSER MIC, BEHRINGER U-PHORIA UM2 and FL12.

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