Daily Drops 22

Four Twenty Eight Ft. Ghostu

"oh"kay

LYRICS:

MOTHFECAL 

10 ROUNDS BURIED THRU THE SIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS HEAD 
IF HE TALKING TO ME IMA SLIT THAT MOTHERFUCKERS NECK 
AINT NO ACTING FOOLIY ON THE SIDE BITCH HEARD YOU FUCKING WEPT 
WHEN IM SPEAKING TO YOU AINT NO LIES BITCH YALL GET FUCKING SLEPT 

10 FOUND BURIED UP INSIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS SHED 
POLICE TALKING TO ME AINT NO LIES I PULL THE FUCKING FIFTH 
10 ROUNDS BURIED THRU THE SIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS HEAD 
10 FOUND BURIED UP INSIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS SHED 

I CANT FUCK WITH NONE OF YOU BITCHES I AM DYSFUNCTIONAL 
AND I CANT HELP WITH NONE OF YOU BITCHES YALL JUST SO PUNCHABLE 
INSOCIABLE JUST YOU FUCKING WAIT UNTIL I TOTE THE POLE 
THIS AINT IMAGINATION WE GON PRY OPEN YOUR FUCKING SKULL 
DISSOCIABLE SHE WANNA SPEND THE NIGHT AND THEN I FUCK HER HOLE 
BURY ME ALIVE SO I CAN SEE MY MOTHERFUCKING FOES


GOT MANY DIFFERENT BLADES UP ON MY HIP WE CAN TEST EM OUT
PUT MY SHIT UP IN YOUR NECK YOUR CORPSE START TWEAKING
TWITCHING OUT
OPEN UP I WANNA PUT YOUR BLOOD AND GORE INSIDE YOUR HOUSE
AT THE SHOW TRY TALKING SHIT I PUNCH YOU IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH
BRASS KNUCKLES DENT YA SKULL
TALK THAT SHIT YOU BEEN A HOE
TRIED TO CLAIM HE HARD AS FUCK SO HOW HE END UP IN A HOLE
I THINK ITS FUNNY HOW THESE FUCKERS ON MY DICK BUT I AINT KNOW
GOT A BUNCH OF FUCKING NOBODIES A BUNCH OF FUCKING GHOSTS
USE MY FUCKING BOOT TO CRUSH YOUR BRAIN APART MOTHERFUCKER
LEAVE YOU IN THE PARKING LOT DECAYED AND ROT MOTHERFUCKER
AND WHAT NOW NOW YOUR FAMILY DISTRAUGHT MOTHERFUCKER
LEAVE YOUR BODY IN THE ALLEY ITLL START SMELLING IN THE SUMMER
WHEN THEY FIND YOU ITS TOO LATE WHAT A SHAME OH WHAT A BUMMER
WHAT THE FUCK MOTHERFUCKER HE START YELLING WHEN I GUT EM
WHEN THIS BLADE INSIDE YOUR ORGANS BET IT FEELS A LITTLE FUNNY
ITS GET MUSHY IT GETS BLOODY PUSSY SHOULDNT RUN UP ON ME

10 ROUNDS BURIED THRU THE SIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS HEAD 
IF HE TALKING TO ME IMA SLIT THAT MOTHERFUCKERS NECK 
AINT NO ACTING FOOLIY ON THE SIDE BITCH HEARD YOU FUCKING WEPT 
WHEN IM SPEAKING TO YOU AINT NO LIES BITCH YALL GET FUCKING SLEPT 

10 FOUND BURIED UP INSIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS SHED 
POLICE TALKING TO ME AINT NO LIES I PULL THE FUCKING FIFTH 
10 ROUNDS BURIED THRU THE SIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS HEAD 
10 FOUND BURIED UP INSIDE A MOTHERFUCKERS SHED

10 BODIES FOUND UNDERNEATH A SHED  FT. KILLTAK (PROD. MICHAEL LINK)

my goat @saintomane
w/ @strandead
prod. MXNTY
art by www.instagram.com/n3k0_manc3r

[SwagDisease]

Cut them off 'cus I dont fuck with you
My spine starts crawlin' when I hear them talkin knock a tooth
Bad little bitch all up on me chokin' 'til she puke
Knife up to his neck up in my warehouse huffin' all the fumes

"Hey, bitch" (Huh) "You heard the news that you're dead?"
Got a hacksaw in my jacket and I cut the stem that hold your head
Yo homies aint fuck with you anyways, they talkin on you, nuts up in they neck 
Ill stuff a in my trunk, take to the desert leave you stranded

[$TRANDED]

Walk up in this bitch, and I'm pullin' out the K
If u keep on acting like a bitch, imma have to get you sprayed
Niggas talkin' tought until I pull up to the function
Fuck that
Right hook to your face make you malfunction
You don't wanna get me pissed off
Imma grab your fuckin' limbs and imma get them ripped off
You don't wanna get me pissed off
Imma grab your fuckin' limbs and imma get them ripped off

[SwagDisease]

Pullin' up his addy, where his dox, tell him hop off of my cock
Fuck it stab stab stab take a bullet to his back
I been killin' in the night, Creepystalkers end his life
If I'm shootin' only bulls eye, leave him more than circumsized

If he sayin shit behind me turn it to a gorefest
Take my blade and ram in you, slicin' up his organs
Faggots hit my cashapp leave my bank heavy with more stress
Tryna sneak up on me leave him flattened like a word press

[$TRANDED]

If you keep on talkin' imma shut you up
Walk in with some brass knuckles
Walk up to your face, give you this uppercut
AR on my back but then I aim it at your face
I put you in a freezer now that's a cold case
Armor piercing to your face
Take all your shit and leave no trace
Yeah, I'm pissed off, pissed off
Imma rip your fucking limbs off, limbs off
I warned you, don't get me pissed off, pissed off
Imma rip your fucking limbs off, limbs off

RIP YR FKIN LIMBS OFF

Spotify

RIP YR FKIN LIMBS OFF w/ $TRANDED (prod. MXNTY)

SICK BITCH

BE MY PERMANENT HIGH

ADAM THE SHINOBI x SHAMANIC SICKNESS - FORGOTTEN CARTRIDGE

[LYRICS]
young stunna mane creepin through the woods
chillin with my brother mane, we rolling up the woods
green sticky, weed hit, i feel it enter in my lungs
i can’t help but lean back then exhale through my nose

now i’m feelin sort of light weight floating, high up above 
i’m approaching, destiny, on a lot of drugs 
on a mission, for them mansions, we get money, you get crumbs 
ill minded eating good while you still living like a bum

and it’s like that everyday
we gettin plays while you throw your life away
and it’s like that everyday
we gettin plays while you throw your life away

you fuck with them right? so tell ‘em your problems
stay spreading the message that you aim to solve em 
but your friends are fake i bet none of them bother 
so there only purposed to drag you down farther
i’m just being real, get that through yo skull
your problems are bullshit, they’re nothing at all 
see you’re just a pussy that’s not ready 
to take on responsibilities of the real world 
aye word to
mothafucka i heard you
but you wouldn’t wanna listen in the first place, now ya 
drownin, poundin
now you’re screamin and hoping that you could just get out
see you shoulda never chose that path
now you sit alone, crying for your past
and hoping one day that you’ll get it back
but you never getting what you never had

BURDEN

The Process of Dying

FUCK ALL ODDS [[FEAT. C80-MIDNIGHT]] [[OHBATS]]

I WANNA DIE IN A MOSHPIT (prod.Mathiastyner)

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House Of 1000 Corpses Ft MILITXNT (Prod. grapette)

Face:
Frostbitten Hands.
Can’t feel at all yea I can’t feel my hands.
Don’t understand.
Coughing up blood this is how it began.
Frostbitten hands.
Frostbitten hands.

Legs given up, look up into the sky.
The cold is like torture, please let me die.
Meet my demise.
Now not alive.
Cold is so numbing I’m paralyzed.

As the feeling of my heartbeat stops.
As my blood spills out on these white rocks.
Deaths at my door with his scythe and he knocks.

I can’t feel my hands.
Touching my face I can’t feel at all.
I’m going numb.

The feeling of my heartbeat stops.
The feeling of my heartbeat stops.
The feeling of my heartbeat stops.
The feeling of my heartbeat stops.

1jayso:
organs shut down .
it’s time to collapse.
my frostbitten hands.
filled up with callouses.

I might just have to stay the fuck away.
poison my veins, poison my veins.
bitch u kno I keep tht fucking k.
poison my veins, poison my veins .

my frostbitten hands getting harder to feel.
how do ik that u r the real deal .
cigarette burns on my skin they won’t heal.
someone tell me what the fuck is real.
I don’t feel real.
anymore.


Breakdown
Face:
Feel my pain.
Feel my pain.
Feel my pain.
Feel my pain.

FEEL MY PAIN.
FEEL MY PAIN.
FEEL MY PAAAAAIN.

I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU.
I KNOW IM NOTHING TO YOU.
I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU.
I KNOW IM NOTHING TO YOU.

Frostbitten Hands (Face)

MOYTANIC & BERNIEMACELEVEN - FUNERAL HOME

Black on black on black match the gun, carry when I stunt
Click clack, Man of War, at the door, could you get it hun?
He thought shit was sweet, he didnt know, he bout to run
Yo wife done set you up, she sent a hitman having fun

Smoking your homie stuffed into my blunt
Light up your homie like Im rolling Runtz
Popping they heads like Im killing Grunts
No Lynyrd no Skynyrd, but Im on the hunt

D.E.A.D in the H.E.A.D.
Its like fuck you pay me
Smoking weed that got me hazy, crazy
Bitch Im too fucked, I cant get up, Im feeling lazy
Bitches chirping up around me
Nah, I cant with sluttys
Pass you off and smash the bestie
Ha, dick so good it had her crazy
I cant be no sober sanely

Im on the pain gang
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

I walk how I talk and I talk how I walk, accelerate plot like Im changing lanes
Blowing the pot like a kettle, with heavy death metal, get stepped on, belittle, I dont wanna settle, Im snatching ya chain
I want the money yes even the change with all of the pain 

Im going insane man
Ouija is swinging things
My choppa is trying to sing
Suicide bomber, go out with a bang

You a sweet boy, not from streets boy
Im guaranteeing that you screaming at the sight of demons boy

Hearing bout seven or more
Hearing us breaking in get on the floor
Using your blood for the art
Run with the dogs but none of them bark

I think it should stop where it started
Im traveling back and Im sinking the ark
You believing the news you retarded
But that isnt all that sets me apart

The channels at your local market
Counting the corpses, statistic 
CIA mind control mission
Another kid went out ballistic 
Suited with legal assistance
Sending them out with a vision
I spoke with the devil to write this
He brought back feelings that I miss
Anger with nothing to fight it
Fueling that something that I lit
Cut off your tongue or just bite it
Peeling your skin cuz I like it

Youll feel the pain okay
You in my face? No way
Move on my wrath today
Whos in my path today?

Im ruining everything
Why do I feel like this way?
Im praying that I fade away
Sending us all to the grave

Ouija used to squeegee, making chow mein for like fifteen
Writing suicide letters in the gutter when will I be free?

Population Control (prod. Death to Hellmane)

Too bad, Ouija picking through the maggots
Yeah Im fucked, on the beat bitch Im lagging
Spitting fire, lil Gami like a dragon, stabbin
Dont lack, like the knowledge of your father thats absent

Look, another fucking darkie clone
That’s why your slut gotta motherfucking silicone 
Missile from my arsenal gon kiss you like the mistletoe
10-57, come find my manifesto 

Knee down on his neck bitch I treat em like he George Floyd

Cast away everything, cynical, gone til I D.I.E. missing or dead to me, thrown to the void
Pressing my palms to each other, I study the books and Im asking Poseidon to take the whole world
The prophecies something that no one avoids

Devoid of all reasoning, scratch at my dome
Dig my nails deeper until I reach bone
Carving my skull like a pumpkin, the guts always dumping, you nothing but bugs to me, switch up your tone

Uh what the fuck bitch Im drowning in blood
Genocidal yeah I do this for fun
Backwoods on the backroads, bitch I’m sparking a blunt
Pop a bitches cherry tree, she bleed from her cunt

Grab your esophagus, hatred is bottomless, thought that you wanted this, lay in the serpent pit, 
Die with the rest of em, we made you sarcophagus, cannons like Optimus, hang out of the whip,

Too bad, Ouija picking through the maggots
Yeah Im fucked, on the beat bitch Im lagging
Spitting fire, Gami like a dragon, stabbin
Dont lack, like the knowledge of your father thats absent

Daily Drops 22

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