All WARL-REAP + features

MËGAWARL

WARL-PEAK

roomba at the door (prod. Tamjir)

Don't Talk Shit About Sonic ft. WARL-YEAT and Sonic the Hedgehog (Prod. Rare Malva)

Do you know what its like to have every inch of your skin sliced open and then lay down in a bathtub filled with hydrogen peroxide? That's the pain I feel every second of every day of my life.  Every day I'm surrounded by people who could never understand the suffering that goes on in my soul.  They listen to Arianna Grande, Harry Styles, and Ed Sheeran.  I listen to Bring Me the Horizon, Lorna Shore, and Asking Alexandria.  Don't mess with me.  I'm crazy.  Like actually insane. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! >:3

My Soul Bleeds in Eternal Darkness

ZOIDBERG-SCUTTLE ft. WARL-REAP (prod. Gleam)

THAT'S-ALSO-TRUE ft. WARL-REAP & Real Pops (prod. Mo Beats)

CREAM-PIE / SPANK-ME ft. WARL-REAP (prod. KITGUN)

Absolute Doom (prod. Yekki & parad1se)

lyrics:
ludy du
where she stay?
you already know
atop the tank
pull the towel off that bih
making sound its loud as shit
yeah the lid she like to pick
tell her stop she doesnt quit
dig up the towel
thats not cool, lu
thats not cool, lu
please get down
or cut it out, lose the tude, lu
dig up the towel
thats not cool, lu
thats not cool, lu
dig up the towel
thats not cool, lu
thats not cool, lu
what the fuck, stop
look at the mess you made
look at the mess she made
look at the mess you made
look at the mess lu made
look at the mess you made
everyday
atop the tank
some days shes good
some days she aint
everyday
atop the tank
some days she digs
some days she lays
lucy gotta chill
got some habits on display
picking at that wire
she been at it for days
moe looks stressed, tryna find some new ways
to relax in peace without lucy in a craze
claws, tap tap, hear that metal as it sways
gotta get her to stop, maybe with some praise
you want some treats? no, Tugboat lu dont play!
I know you love to do whatever you want
but this ain't the place
lu, you better stop
you better stop or you better get down
lu, you better stop
you better stop or you better get down
ludy du
where she stay?
you already know
atop the tank
pull the towel off that bih
making sound its loud as shit
yeah the lid she like to pick
tell her stop she doesnt quit
dig up the towel
thats not cool, lu
thats not cool, lu
please get down
or cut it out, lose the tude, lu
dig up the towel
thats not cool, lu
thats not cool, lu
dig up the towel
thats not cool, lu
thats not cool, lu
what the fuck, stop
look at the mess you made
look at the mess she made
look at the mess you made
look at the mess lu made
look at the mess you made
everyday
atop the tank
some days shes good
some days she aint
everyday
atop the tank
some days she digs
some days she lays
lucy gotta chill
got some habits on display
picking at that wire
she been at it for days
moe looks stressed, tryna find some new ways
to relax in peace without lucy in a craze
claws, tap tap, hear that metal as it sways
gotta get her to stop, maybe with some praise
you want some treats? no, Tugboat lu dont play!
I know you love to do whatever you want
but this ain't the place
lu, you better stop
you better stop or you better get down
lu, you better stop
you better stop or you better get down



typë shit Sir

Atop thë tank (prod. swiftfox)

lyrics:
thumbing through these bands, yeah, I’m counting all this cash
money stacking high, never coming in last
vampire vibes, sipping on that blood, red
counting up my paper, stacking racks in my bed

I’m Count money
I’m Count money
I’m Count money
I’m Count money

neck-piece looking heavy, it’s the “Chain of the Damned”
every dollar sacred, like a rite with the fam
fangs sharp like a razor, got familiars, got friends
living in the shadows, wrapping paper with the bands
coffin full of cash, yeah, I’m lounging in the vault
I be chilling in the trenches where the creatures walk on walls
and I’m dripped head to toe, your shit generic, this one-off
you a bitch and it show, yeah, yeah, you fell off 

thumbing through these bands, yeah, I’m counting all this cash
money stacking high, never coming in last
vampire vibes, sipping on that blood, red
counting up my paper, stacking racks in my bed

I’m Count money
I’m Count money
I’m Count money
I’m Count money

neck-piece looking heavy, it’s the “Chain of the Damned”
every dollar sacred, like a rite with the fam
fangs sharp like a razor, got familiars, got friends
living in the shadows, wrapping paper with the bands
coffin full of cash, yeah, I’m lounging in the vault
I be chilling in the trenches where the creatures walk on walls
and I’m dripped head to toe, your shit generic, this one-off
you a bitch and it show, yeah, yeah, you fell off