KING OF THE VOID


Hook:

Say this prayer
And summon him here
“Rise oh rise The King of The Void”
Say this prayer
And summon him here
“Rise oh rise The King of The Void”

Verse 1:

Here lies
The wicked one
Bound by the chains
That impales his limbs 
Woah
Rise oh rise
Beckon to he
Who rules in the Void

I AWAKE FOR THEE
RISEN FROM DEATH
TO SEEK MY REVENGE
BETRAYED BY THOSE THAT I LOVED
RIP THEM TO PIECES
AND BURY THE BONES
TAINTED BY VOICES
THIS VESSEL IS BROKEN
NO WAY TO ESCAPE FROM THIS FATE
THAT IVE CHOSEN
DOOMED RIPPED 
OUT FROM MY HOME
THESE DEMONS RESENTED ME
NOW I’M ALONE

Hook:

Say this prayer
And summon him here
“Rise oh rise The King of The Void”
Say this prayer
And summon him here
“Rise oh rise The King of The Void”

Verse 2: 

Here lies
The one they fear
Covered in bone
And ready for foes
Woah
Rise oh rise
Armys of death
Have come for your soul

I AM A KING
BEFELL BY MY PEERS
STABBED IN THE BACK
UNTIL I WAS NO MORE
DOWN IN THE PITS OF HELL
ROTTING AWAY
TORTURED FOREVER
I HAVE EVOLVED
SUMMONED TO EARTH
TO EXACT MY REVENGE
OH NO 
YOU CANNOT RUN
FOUND BY MY ARMY OF EVIL
YOUR CARCASS IS BOUND
ALL BOW
TO THE VOID
TAINTED BETRAYALS
IS WHAT IVE BECOME

Hook:

Say this prayer
And summon him here
“Rise oh rise The King of The Void”
Say this prayer
And summon him here
“Rise oh rise The King of The Void”

KING OF THE VOID [prod. Undead Ronin]

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

prod. mercykill

Lyrics: 
Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really don't give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I don't really think yall fucking with the kid
Not a lot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

I pray to god I dont know if he there
But I need better days (be)fore my dad in the air
And im still blowing dope, cant you smell in my hair?
I stop sniffin’ that blow
I stop eating them pills
Hate being sober and hate how I feel
Every day wanna end this pain cause the money wont end this ache
Fuck fame I don't want it bitch I like my shade, go away

Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really dont give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I dont really think yall fucking with the kid
Not alot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

Used to rock a burn hole hoodie sippin’ wockhardt
Used to gettin high, ride and whippin’ stolen golf carts
Said I wouldn’t be shit way before I dropped out
Now they yellin’ mk! Only cause I drop now

Used to go to hotel hoppin’, window shoppin’ just a youngboy with no option
Pistol poppin’, pocket robin’, slick black, takin all the money & the jewels yelling !Get back!
Never gave a fuck bout the rules they aint get that
Tell me what to do ima drool when I lean back, chillin
That lazy boy villian
Im on my shit up a blick, go missin

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