Some advice, lyricism is great but your voice is to passive.

Been listening to this nearly every day for a year almost I think it coming up in a year soon. this sht was my number one song last year on the chart which was crazy but it’s so nasty 🔥 n relatable man.

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Witchouse 40k x KAMAARA - SOUL SNATCH (prod. ³³marrow)
Shot and dir. by KING ZABB
HHM  747  T R A S H

Official Music Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kK-O_-z2pLg

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

KAMAARA:
Spotify and Apple Music - KAMAARA
Instagram - @kamaara 
Twitter - @kamaarakage

³³Marrow:
Instagram - @33marrow

KING ZABB: @king.zabb

Lyrics:
(Witchouse 40k)
So he fuckin with the gang,
*Click Clack* hit em in the face now
Hand up in your pocket on your wallet, Imma take it to the bank
40 feelin gully in the brain, you a pussy imma leave em on the block where he stay
From the earth
Coming out the gutter with a gold blade tucked, caught a body with a curse
Imma leave em in the dirt
Run up wit the gang like an army, put a bullet through your muhfuckin shirt
You a dead boy

(KAMAARA)
Clock strikes 12, get killed on the dot 
Beam all red, know the blood don’t stop 
Soap preme socks beat the hype in y’all 
Corporate name brands got your ass on lock 
Witch brought the broom, let it air out the room
Yeah he dead in a poof, throw his ass in the coup 
To a cave in the woods, evil laughs by the slew 
Got the pot for the brew, turn his ass into stew 

(Witchouse 40k)
Wussup, aye came from nothing
Talking loud then you get fucking punished
Take your gold I’m gonna up they budget, Imma break your chain off like I’m from a dungeon
Dropped outta school but I stay with them Glock-smarts, I got no love for my opps
When I grow up I’m gon target em, two in his skully, he pussy you know he get popped
Blech

(KAMAARA)
Feeling like a nuisance 
Knock his brain now he clueless
Muhfuckas talking, pullin up but pullin out I swear to god these muhfucken pussys never do shit 
What’s the time? Where you at? Where you stay? 
Bitch I bought a new blade to expose all the veins
God damn god damn, killing shit no hands 
Getting touchy feely bitches in my pants

Couple ounces of pain 
Fortify my insane 
Flowing in through my veins 
Chains got zero restraint 
Fuck this life fuck it all
Cut em down watch em crawl 
Chomping down on all that bullshits got you loosing your jaw 
X2

I can’t separate, it seems I’m stuck on you!
Surrounded by these walls of blades, its only me and you!
No one left to stay, you’ve used them up and walked away
I pull the plug who gives a fuck you treat us all like human waste

Witchouse 40k x KAMAARA - SOUL SNATCH (prod. ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Producer info: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVq-zlfMTL82lpJUS7oK9mA 

Lyrics:
There is a place where I'm not found anymore x2

you got the wrong idea, 
do you understand that the pain is for your growth
you got the wrong idea
you think you were struggling, well not anymore

dissociating now, see the city lights
I feel the rouse when I join into the night
steer the doubt into a shadow lurking
note: (something to work on)
I merge out of sight

I feel the movement of the tears in your eyes
but I must ruin, and disappear for a fright
now, I know what we're losing
but what I do Is avoid, cause my own emotions
is a load that I cannot ignore (anymore)

How to say, that we're not the same
but you cannot refrain from this dark February 

there is a place where I'm not found anymore
lost in my head, but the control - I can afford
there is a place where I'm not found anymore
and solitude might be the next door

Sweet dreams, sweet love, ambition is contagious 
stuck in between giving up and toleration
there's only one thing I want
only thing needed
and I'm not gonna change that
so grieve it
love making me worse, or better?
Oh juliet, you direct my weather

and I don't want to be found anymore
so I guess, I'm going abroad

Missing For The Sake Of Transformation (Prod. NetuH)

BLOOD CREEK W/ NIKKO X DAEGHO (PROD. DABEAST)

DION ft. Faceless 1-7 (prod. BLK Saturn)

SPOTIFY

K.V.N//7Ł - FUCK THE WORLD (PROD. SKOTSKR) *OG VERSION*

savage ga$p and kamaara - blood+ 〴⋋_⋌〵 w/ witchouse 40k (prod. novafled and deademane)

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.)

I Ain't Never Met A Cigarette I Couldn't Smoke

MY MIND IS A MACHINE GUN/MY HEART IS A TIME BOMB

CAUTION

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

Written and produced by Gullyspit

Lyrics coming soon

Kowloon

written / performed by @blckbrds, @tumaggz
prod. @zepelinbeats & @zyllerbeats
engineered by tuMaggz

MY MIND IS A MACHINE GUN/MY HEART IS A TIME BOMB

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