So if I’m reading the comments right, apparently SCREW produced this lol

WATCH YOUR HOPES CORRODE AWAY

DEVIL'S BRIGADE - WATCH YOUR HOPES CORRODE AWAY

BACK FROM THA DEAD [ PROD. $CREW ]

I just picked  up my phone 
and made a 
motha Fuckin play 
This nigga hit my line 
talkin bout you gonna die today 
Bustas really thinkin 
That we out here fuckin 
playin games 
Till u pull up on my block 
Ima let my nuts hang 
Let that nigga run his lip 
That pussy talkin from his neck 
Light his whole body up 
Like a new port  cigarette
Motha fuckas out claimin 
That they wanna fuck with me 
But they be the same bustas 
Scared to catch a first degree 
2x
Murder always on my mind 
Pistol always totte a 9 
What tha fuck you claimin boy 
You know I rep the south side 
Till tha fuckin death of me 
Pussy can’t be testing me 
Cause I be that young migo 
Ain’t scared to catch felony’

First Degree

SUPERNATURAL IS THIS HATRED.

PRODUCED BY ISVVC.

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LYRICS:
Odium in my veins 
Tar coating in my lungs 
Eyes darkened cuz of hate 
Bitch I never gave a fuck 
This contempt makes me stronger 
I just wanna see you burn 
I can’t stand you any longer 
Cog wheels start to turn 
No concern for any morals 
Or a muthafuckin faith 
No respect for a mortal 
Bitch I’ll piss upon your grave 
Insane with this hate 
You can see it on my face 
Wanna go toe to toe? 
Face to face, come meet your fate 

Embracing your demise 
The decaying hands of death 
Drag you deep down underground 
Can you smell the rotting flesh? 
On my breath I taste the tang 
Smell the stench of feeble blood 
Weakness is a fuckin plague 
And I think I’ve had enough 
Of you coward lemon bustas 
Runnin lip and talkin tough 
Talk ain’t shit you muthafucka 
Come and meet me in the mud 
In the pits of the south 
Where this pimp is raising hell 
Below the Mason Dixon line 
Committing crimes without fail 

Pop you like a fuckin zit 
Cap you in between your eyes 
Two shots to the head 
You a victim of this nine 
It’s sublime to watch you die 
Fear your fate  you start to cry 
Beggin, pleading, screamin why 
Kiss your worthless life goodbye 
You ain’t going to a heaven 
You will burn below in hades 
Ima see you muthafucka 
Ain’t nobody that can save me 
From this havoc that is cryptic 
Creepin n crawlin in my mind 
Supernatural is this hatred 
Opposite of the divine 

Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
All hail, all hail
Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
All hail, all hail

SUPERNATURAL

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Lyrics: Talking all this shit until I unleash on my mosberg 

Packing on my heat so niggas know they finna get burned 

Dragging on yo body watch me dump you in the fuckin lake,

Horror state,

Deep in Texas we don’t ever fuckin play 

Fuck a fake

Just keep it real

Mane I hate a lying hoe,

I’ll pull up quick inside the vette, and cap y’all niggas to the floor. 

Runnin and Creepin I’m unleashing demons, I’m summoning Satan to eat on your soul

Matter a fact Il light my dro 

and smoke a bowl, 

to free the soul. 

Man I seen, that nigga he,

Is trynna creep up to da trap,

Call my niggas up real quick,

Make show that they got the straps,

We attack,

They fall back,

We spill blood, and they all die,

Mane i wonder why? 

Why the fuck these niggas try? 

I’m craving so much blood,

Every day in the night,

Finna go a feed on a busta, bitch 

watch me take his life, 

Im done with all this bullshit, I don’t wanna live no more,

Got the 9 to my head,

Finna pop off on my dome. 

Case closed,

 Murder unsolved

No body trynna come solve dis crime, 

look at these thoughts up in my mind,

 This suicide, 

it aint a lie. 

Let the darkness take my body so that black is all I see,

If a nigga actin tough, 

Imma break all of his dreams, 

if that nigga acting shady, imma drop him wit a curse

He gon get hurt or even worse, 

he gon be put inside the grave

Dropping bombs like heroshima, shedding skin upon this place 

Pussy boy you gon get merked, for the stupid shit you say

BACK FROM THA DEAD [ PROD. $CREW ]

WHITEYE$|VF..

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