“eyes turning black, my veins turning RED RED RED” 😤

deadass you like my favorite rapper as of late every single track is a banger

Mix and Master by Grim Salvo
Prod. Netuh

LYRICS:

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

Switchblade stomping on the feet
May day open up the coffin got the key
Always wheezing coughing bout to vomit
On the street
Pop a tab of acid now I'm stomping on the beat

Ima die slow
Feeling like a ripped throat
Walking on the rope
Let it go to the cold
Breathe slow with the flow
Walking to the hangman show
With the crowds in the rows
And the birds be the crows

You came to flip on the gang
I came with boots and a chain
I stomp em I'm looking at brains
Vampire tuck in my fang
Look at me level up watching me change

Ay, aye
We not the same
Pussy boy suffered his fate
King of the hate
Look at my energy never the same
Look at me change

All of my friends
They do not talk to me
Lets not pretend
This is the end
Eyes turning black
And my veins turning red

I'm out of dopamine
I got no soul in me
I got nobody to talk to me
Demons be calling me
I'm at the top of my levels
You sit with the devil don't talk to me ever
Bitch

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

Ignatia Amara (Prod. Netuh)

Witchouse 40k - GRAVEDIGGER
Produced by: NetuH x ³³marrow
Mixed by: ³³marrow

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BRMVAw-2ks

Lyrics: 
I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
Aye
Aye
Aye

I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

Face it, I come out the cold
Haunted from head to the toe
Forty been talkin to ghosts
Pull-up his wheareabouts
Hollows gon make em erode now
Skully got hunnids of holes
They ain’t notice nothin, we makin no sound
Cemetary, forty talk wit the crows
Hop out the coffin, i came from the slaughter
Got pain, Imma shatter yo soul

Don’t get too close
Aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat
Break in the castle, I’m takin your throne
I keep a Glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed
Hop out my coffin, i resurrect slowly
Look in my eyes, see the black in my soul
Bottomless severance, never been lonely
Fuck nobody, I pull up alone

I’m his home with the Glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving em cottonmouth
I’m on the block and I’m poppin out, catch em in traffic we not gonna talk it out
Muhfucka wanna talk heavy, hit em with the heater, now he soft as ice
Bloodsucka, I been coffin ready, like the undead; I ain’t scared to die

Gun to your head
Glock with a beam, I don’t bust at your legs
Forty a demon, I talk with the dead
Skeleton boy, send my ops to me next
Bitch I’m a threat
Forty the best
Shot if he gully, get popped like sum meds
Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess
Piss on your grave I’m gon 
Eyuchhhh

Knocking em out like Suboxone
I’m with the dogs, see his pack, I’m gon air out
Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
I pull up on em, put em in they collar
See the the ops rollin, I got heaters on me, I’m gon end it slowly if he wanna talk
Fifty on me, I’m gon pop it off, and I got targets dropping, I could send a shot

Forty catchin bodies, keep the Glock on my hip
Muhfucka talking stupid, he got popped in his shit
Your wig split, crack and bodies, I leave blood in they spit
I keep that razor wire tucked, I wrap the bat, make em flip flop
Your clique soft, pussy y’all ain’t shit get your bitch shot
Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch
And I don’t fuck wit witnesses, they stories all criss crossed
I grip glocks, pullup spin the block like a pit stop

Im with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face

GRAVEDIGGER (prod. NetuH x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

PROD WARSLUGZ BY WARSLUGZ 
MIX AND MASTER RYAN

WARLORD COLOSSUS X TEDDY SLUGZ - WARSLUGZ

Witchouse 40k - "BONEYARD" (prod. VISH)
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
HAUNTED HOUSE  747  T R A S H

Music Video: https://youtu.be/wQMN9H6J3J4?si=hpfJG99vcXtGJDlq

Witchy:
Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k
Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k 
Youtube -  @witchouse40k  

VISH:
Instagram - @beats_by_vishnu

³³marrow:
Instagram - @33marrow

Lyrics:

(HOOK)
Mold on my body, my soul decomposed
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float 
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends

(VERSE)
I’m smokin dopamine
Mold on my tomb, forty deep, ain’t no folding me
Seen where the soulless be, baby Im, born to be wicked
I guess that’s the way that it goes
Yeah, yeah
I wanted gold on me
Came up from poverty, snatching off rosaries
Sleep where the soldiers bleedin
Burn the cards I was dealt, show my hand to em bet that he folds
Yeah, yeah
Rot in the coffin, I’m packing they bodies, I pullup on em put the Glock to his face
Muhfucka wanna act like a bully, but watch when we pull up we chalking his grave
I’m the god of the Wraiths
Opps in the way, they've been plagued by the wicked, your block gon decay
You ain’t holding no weight with me,
Cut up his body, Im smoking em out, I’m gon put that on gang
Hop out the grave
Moonlight up on me, I’m always to blame
Safe when I’m walking, I’m often deranged
Wickerman armory, lock em away
Take the skin from his body, his coffin awaits
Wasting away, see me crawling in place, I’m gon
Cut off my wings, I've been locked out the gates
Fleas on my body, I scratch at my veins, I been fiendin for locust, how long can I wait

(HOOK)
I decompose
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float 
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends

BONEYARD (prod. VISH) (Video in Desc.)

nothing  new prod eirrry

prod. DEXTAH
TRASH GANG visuals: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQrAuVMCvxY
Shoutout my Nephilim family
WARHAMMER
Hellhound Militia to the grave
Nephilim till my soul rots

RED RUST feat. Warlord Colossus x 6th$ithLord

available everywhere

amv by scrollgxng
https://youtu.be/mrOnHGkXqFI

YLXNOL XM XVOL

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FUCK LOVE MOVE BRICKS (FEAT. DANK $INATRA) // PROD. SPROUTZ | AMV LINK IN DESCRIPTION

@hell_usa
Engineered/Mixed/Mastered by @tumaggz

JMattson:
Backwood gutz on the island in the kitchen you about to blow my high so mothafucka quit your bitchin 

Back on up bitch I’m violent in the pit and I don’t really give a shit I swing at anything in vision imma get em 

Gotta stay persistent listen you are not in no type of position 
to tell me to gentrify the lyrics that I’m spitting I don’t need opinions I don’t need to fit in

I just a need a mothafuckin spliff

Big dope why you smoke mid?

You know I’m a fiend the green like a crackhead tryna find a mofucking fix suck a mofuckin dick if you hate me don’t mistake me for them other motherfuckers in this lame scene @goth_yung ass @animepapi motherfuckers hitting up these bitches knowing that they under 18

You fucked up 

Double h m walk in and get it lit we bring the ruckus 

All of my brothas with the fuckin shit no one can touch us 

Puffin extendo blunts don’t give no fucks I got my bucks up 


Witchouse 40k:

Lemme pull up on yo block, for da damn fade tho

I might pull up to yo block, wita damn drako 

40 diamonds on my neck, Now I got the pesos

Grippin on the bayonet, till the fuckin blade gone

Shorty suckin suckin on my cock like a damn vape

If he talkin down on me, kill em off like django 

When these rappers fall asleep, then Imma take they chain

I’m a turn another function to fuckin face off

I might pullup wita blade strap

I might pull up w the chains, and my nails black

Got me smellin loud from da ounce in my backpack, double ziplocd, but the 12 on my mindset

And my mindset, I don’t wanna talk about it

Motherfuckers all up on my dick, I keep a glock around it

Holding all my pain up in my coffin, wita lock around it

Find me all alone I got a body with some chalk around it

Leave yo gang up, hanged up, from a tree trunk

Got em blades tucked, face cuts, stinging from da rust

Never change up, bitch I’m from the mother fukin dust

Got my pay up, now I never struggle for the bucks

Backwood Gutz Ft. Witchouse 40k (Prod. yung star rod)

RIP STATION MY BROTHER

JAHRAHMF ON THE ENGINEER
LYRICS : 

M AT THE END OF MY ROPE
MY BITCH SHE TATTED ITS WRAPPED UP HER THROAT
OPEN HER MOUTH AND I SPIT IN THAT HOE
BREAK AWAY ALL OF MY SOUL

THINK ILL STICK AROUND NOW HANGING WITH THE HELL HOUND
MILITIA
HATER TOOK HIS BODY NOW HE SLEEPIN WITH THE FISHES
POSIN WITH THE HOMIES BUT THEY HATIN YOU COULD SEE IT IN THE PICTURES
NOW HE UP MISSIN

I AM
THE GRUNT THE RUH
THAT COME TO
BRING THE DRUM
TO PIERCE THE LUNG THE EYES THE EARS THE PUNK

hear the fuckin thunda from gorillas with the drum SAY AY
im so fuckin anxious really fuckin hate it when i LAY
I CANNOT SLEEP IM NOT SANE
FEELS LIKE IM CURSED WITH THE PLAGUE


LOSIN ALL MY VISION LIKE AN ANIMAL
MANIFESTIN VISIONS THATS INTANGIBLE

CRUISE WITH THE REAPER AND PULL OUT THE MOLOTOV
LIGHT IT AND SET IT OFF
FEELS LIKE IM FALLIN NOW
SWERVIN AND COUGHIN UP
VISION IS BLURING UGH

ay okay what
im insane bruh
fake fuck
you cant fuckin hang bruh

(HOOK REPEAT)

Remedy This Failure (Prod. Station 666)

SALIVA GREY x 99ZED- DELIBERATELY INHALING CONTENTS CAN CAUSE DEATH

Mix and Master By Tumaggz
Prod Yung Zodiacc
feat https://soundcloud.com/hell_usa

Ignatia Amara (Prod. Netuh)

Warlord Colossus

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