I listen to this dude everyday on repeat all day

Ok this is fucking godly wow apsolutely god beat words and everything

lyrics

2 times
give a lover 2 signs 
That we’re doomed
Ive already proven that the truth hides 
nothing deep about this  
Don’t confuse lines 
Cover the tracks 
check my shoe size 
Don’t ever choose sides 
Never need a truce to cruise by 
But a Drug is crucial for lewd dimes   
grew to recruit highs
en route to go resume the doom
strong as the moonshine 
The residue in my vessels might give a true sign that Ill soon die 
Assume life electrocutes a new light  
Then demise will come settle 
Rise for the commute by 
Embezzled abuse like  
My fucking potential
I pick up in the end full of the vivid destruct 
No rickety soliloquies
The Rhythms are crushed 
The will to fill up dreams
Without giving a fuck 
Live it up
Never give it up, hit em up with an official bump
Itty bitty buzz, cynical and sick of love 
Insignificant bitches finna Mimic the trust
meant to mend indifference to the men & women 
Guess it depends if I’m giving them my 2 cents 
To pivot or ascend to the limits  
Surrendered bits to the sickness
amidst the twisted convention
conditioned to my sick ambitions 
Tough visits i double fisted cement 
The rubble sifted 
Knock on wood for good luck till my fingers are splintered 

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
With the snakes & the rats 
At this rate, I’d feel stacked against malice 
And sadness hits
balance my past & spit 
Challenged to have grip within my paralysis 
To my collapse, if my madness gets 
Slashed in a matter of minutes
And dragged to a shallow pit 
Tell alice, I wish her the best 
But I still can’t forget 
She’s a shallow bitch 
Foreshadowed the highs & the lows of her habits 
But I do not know if she happened 
To ever catch onto the fact
I was masking my pain with a flask & a fraction 
Of coke kept me active 
That night I was choking while chasing the dragon

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
I won’t give up hope, but I know the static 
Keeps my anxiety brash 
I float with my woes on a boat
I still paddle way down this cold river at mass 

ive been elevated, ive been hella faded 
ive fitted the rages that have relegated devils in my mind 
ive been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i’m desiccated,
Ive been slated to be dead by 35
dreamt a shady vision, predicament
picked it, hit it, lit it with the fucking fire from inside 
inquisitive diction grips the explicit limits allegedly wicked, twisted 
Within the gripping sickness & prolific divides  
Livid disposition, i rivet
i ticket a critic with an acidic instant despise 
dip in demise 
i spit with a hint of divine, spirit 
Despicable guys kick it 
Akin to devised scrimmage 
So difficult strides diminish my physical 
Unfit for the visible dumb shit 
Pop a stimulant, tongues lick bitter powders 
Among which
give me the power to come with 
To Recount for a dumb bitch

while i figure the figment up in my mind might trigger
a sublime quite bigger than a bullet to the skull
You’re full of shit
i revolt cause I should’ve been dead 
Could’ve been 
Would’ve been
But I stood with unrest with the lead up to my chest
address steps I took to detect depths unhooked 
From the depression 
Still stalling, Now look 
Ive been falling 
They left when they saw my face 
Bury them all in a shallow grave

I feel like just drowning real deep down in doubts 
Till surrounded by sounds that have kept accounted 
I count them all up until I feel real grounded 
I ran out of luck 
I never found love 
Now I feel more fucked than ever 
So just, fuck forever 
I’ll stay stuck forever 
Enough 

Hook x1

SØCIAL STATUS

prod. by kaan3x & 4ria 


lyrics: 

what the fuck 
i feel stuck 
stubborn in the summertime 
these cuts encompass my rush 
to shudder through rugged lines 
is it ever enough ? 
i can’t toughen up 
i just want to die 
i just want to fly high 
why waste another night? 
thinking about what i’m living without 
sinking in doubt & im still so devout 
to rhythms & routes to get in this 
i vouch a new minute to bounce 
all this business and now 
bitch you just live for the clout 
bury me down in the ground now 
don’t think i’ll figure this out 
why the fuck i am alone 
they know why 
i know why 
the reason i hide in my home 
i can’t deny 
that i might still go & try to confide in these hoes 
give it some time for my mind to unwind all the woes 
only god knows im primed to align with the growth 
but a sign in the vines may all point to demise 
i could cope with divine or just let this shit go  

i feel twisted & im wicked in a broken zone 
my disposition is written within my chromosomes 
i trip, i’m rigid, this sickness sits 
while i’m comatose
in a position 
i’m wishing 
thought i was home alone 
there’s someone watching 
i’m nauseous with all these swollen woes 
i wrote some potent poems to poke at my once hopeful tone 
i had when younger 
now i wonder if it’s bogus though 
sunk deep in some drugs 
hope that i don’t ever overdose 

is it any wonder? 
i relapse with hunger 
collapse, this slumber 
this has been another saddest summer 
stash it under my pit
get lit & savage brother 
we’re not any younger 
tell your mothers & your lovers 

i climb up the totem pole with new agendas
knee deep in my tension
my shoulders implode 
while i hold my momentum 
soldier through motions 
i told them, i don’t have a motive
incentives soak up my focus
i cope with exposure for dope for perspective 
perpetuate flows 
i self medicate, stroll with the renegades 
lead astray upon a getaway 
better days known 
i could’ve best explained all of the stress & the pain
with a mesh of blue stains all impending my goals  
get it or go 
watch while the pendulum rows
while my ill vengeance evokes my attention to stroke
walk as the tension unfolds 
towards the darkness
i harvest my self esteem 
till i develop dreams 
into unknown

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

@lordgasp X @sectunit
prod. @triplesixdelete

mix/master lordgasp

Lord Gasp X Sect Unit - Bloody Crescent

prod. by sullyptb

lyrics: 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck 

Tryna find my unit 
Take a stab at this here rough cut 
Such cuts on my wrist
what a bold decision, no buzz cuts 
Poke incisions 
Can’t diagnose this vision
Just let go, don’t stiffen
I’m up in this bitch like a butt fuck 

Brush strokes, i construct prose 
You bitches vain like blood flows 
I can’t contain these uploads 
When I’m up close to the goal post 
shit is cold pressed
Bitch you’re dry as rolled oats 
fuck taking a low dose 
I need a whole boat, bloat
Shake like a snow globe 
Take what I need then i go ghost 
Feed all my dreams then i go go 
Gadget, this shit is a habit 
Hash it, hack it, static 
Feel like I’m dead & you bitches are maggots 
Mash it, pack it up 
Arch that ass then back it up 
Post on the gram after some 
Photoshop for your assets huh 
Make em say uhh like master p 
lose all my hope & atrophy 
Money opens doors like master keys 
I’m still a couple years from my masterpiece 
Once I amass defeat
a matter of raps on these beats 
Game set match 
Make a racket bleed  
Then attract these bees 
please 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck

DUMMY DIMWIT DEADBEAT

lyrics 

ill hunger, I’m still hung up 
I still love her 
To think of the fun of my thrills 
To go kill something 
Still hunting
I feel this ordeal is just real pungent 
Pill popping, i conceal problems
It reveals nothing 
Real rushes appeal to my feelings
I still function
Far from ideal 
With these spiels pumping 
I Appear drunken
I pierce my fears with a fierce friction 

What do we have here 
It’s been a bad year 
collapse or contract all the brash fear 
Or be pussy as Pap smears 
Would it, should it make any change 
Shook up, I should’ve attained 
A better hook on everything 
Ive betted looks are everything 
But that ain’t looking better
think I better cook up better things 
Or try to focus on the cheddar 
Know that I can never let go 
Look at all the pressure 
That I betted would erode 
All of the pleasure unfolds 
While the weather turns cold 

thinking way past  
i may take a day stat 
to erase the hate latched 
while you paper chase, stacks 
will invade the space 
packed with a shade of shame 
Face the facts 
Till i fade to black 
Burn this paperback 



I know, I know 
This can’t go on forever 
I hold my soul
in the morbid weather 
I know that it’s cold
but hope it will get better 
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together 


Ready or not 
Bitch, I’m ready to pop 
I got the devil in me playing heavy metal 
Off top 
Several levels unlocked 
Still confess that I walk 
with rebels dressed like a jock 
All I need is one shot 
Like Lethal weapon 
I settle with threats like veteran cops
Ready, set, steady 
Motherfucker Let’s go 
Already sick of these petty, irreverent hoes
Still a degenerate
But I’m better than most 
Unsettling, I’m meddling with checks 
While i coast
on the prospect that profit 
unhinges my jaws quick  
I just need the glory and a goth bitch 
Just need my story on topic 
Just these immortal lines dropped with 
The beat, I’m a freak till I’m probably deceased 
The object of my deep affection recedes 
The prospects I speak of eject when I dream 
With the dread down the street 


Tick, tick 
Steady with the sick shit 
Misfit, better get my dick licked 
By a bitch, I already know from districts 
Nip slip, send that bitch my way 
Slick drift, speeding on the highway 
See these motherfuckers sideways 
annihilate 
And I’ll lay 
A verse or two like a tidal wave 
wide awake 
Every night in my hideaway 

I know, I know 
This can’t go on forever 
I hold my soul
in the morbid weather 
I know that it’s cold
but hope it will get better 
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together

*insert cliche inspirational quote about overcoming obstacles*

prod. by jesko the professional & 4ria

LYRICS

you’re so critical non-critic 
vindictive  
i’m not slipping 
stick to flows, bitch i deny quitting 
dim lights dingy
like a chimney, i blow smoke 
within me 
dibble and dabble similes 
i’m simply grim 
like ren and stimpy
you’re a simpleton 
similarly cynical 
ive since convinced
every little single sicko when i sit and vent 
about my trials and tribulations 
i’m quick to spend
a minute or two refuting dudes 
when i hit cement 
render this event
too thick to bend  
symbols so discontent 
i live in dystopia 
accompany opium  
soon they’re covered 
by phony associates 
i’m still hoping this 
opens the door to coping with 
slight changes 
constricting my time 
face this condition till lines fade with 
convictions ive tried taking 
to limits till i’m im making a living 
with high wages  


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

eye for an eye 
i’m obliged to get by 
with every line that i rhyme 
it’s a ride till i die 
like the fire in my eyes 
i’m tired and tied up with your lies 
all the fears stay alive forever 

here we go again 
hold my hopes up then
keep these flows up 
like some clothes i fold up 
you’re a dick head, bowl cut 
stuck up
bitch. i told ya, shits a trip 
i drove up to inflict
a good amount of damage 
to every fuck talking shit 
ive been heavy, lost in abyss  
i will never opt to give in 
rigid as a syringe 
i’m riveting
lyrically bitch i’m littering 
syllables reconsidering miracles 
through my spirit, original
spit wicked, so criminal 
pivot this sick mix, literal 
indifferent to bitches 
i feel the pull of a misfit 
individually mastering flows 
as i pass and indulge in the madness 
mister imagination stacking magic 
practice patterns 
slap a bastard with my back hand 
look who’s back and smooth as flatland 
dudes have lagged and proved 
their games are outdated like sega saturn 


stick around a little, feel my purpose bloom 
control is cultivated by my urge to prove 
whenever i strike back 
with a verse or two 

within a stones throw 
you motherfuckers are doomed 


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here? 
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch

SØ HELP ME G0D

prod. by washyb
additional prod. by ryan mcgonigle

lyrics

All my decisions, they feel like incisions 
I sort out my pain 
Washed up on shore
But I’m sure I could still see myself go through waves 
Of melancholy and plots 
They’re symbolic of problems i faced
There’s not a moment to waste 
N-n-no time to barter my art with the market
I Target the snakes 
Keep my self harm at arms reach 
So Please pardon the scrapes 
A piece of the starch 
Till I feel really parched 
I could harbor good faith 
P-P Peace to the stars
Leave my mark on the canvas 
No paint
M-M-Mental scars And mementos
Old age can’t erase
Sta-Sta-stark in the face
Harp on the days 
Sharpen ability 
March to the pace of my own beat 
B-born in March, marvel at the grace
I believe In the mission
A smidgen a mix of wit in the lyrics 
Think about my family conflicting 
If they ever hear this, will they feel it?
I doubt it 
F-f-fear and feeling wicked
Cause I’m living without it 
Just kidding, I’m mounted 
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded 
By numbers of addictions 
I will never listen to another motherfucker 
Dumb & dumber, Jim Carey 
But i’m sick of fucking caring 
Everyone is staring 
Find regret in over sharing
Uh
Not sparing a narrow mind
On demos, i settled all my dilemmas 
But bear in mind 
I’ve barely refined my mind 
Love that i've yet to find 
Feel rubbish
Through precious time that fades 
Hope it’s not too late to obtain 
Will I fucking make it to some fame? 
Just wait
What the fuck is this on my shoulders? 
Weight 
Dreaming on a bean
My regime just wakes me up 
Hope it could take me up 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 


St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 
 

Hate to trust anyone 
Make me shudder 
I cannot shake the feeling 
I can’t escape these villains 
Of this outrageous pillage 
Pillow the pain with a pill 
Like cigarette stains encase skills 
Like silhouettes
Shading the truth 
I can’t fill (feel)
The fate of abuse 
It fulfills 
The state of my blues 
I can’t heal 
Occasional use for my thrill 
Caged in a loop, i stand still 
B-b-bet your bottom dollar, i will never stop 
Stack the debt until i am dead 
Bitch ive got a lot to prove 
Nothing to lose 
Back again, these raps are revenge 
And you cats are fucking doomed  
Distracted by my hunger 
And you cats are fucking food 
Down a rabbit hole of habits 
Through my fucking passion 
I’ve had to construe a new tactic 
To catch the truth 
I do fathom the factors glued 
To gloom, active
Actually flew through rations 
I’ve had consumed 
Through disasters
Past the state of blue like passion fruit 
Bruised habits 
Super natural like i do magic 
New battle
Whether they win or lose
Shit is tragic 
Keep a flow on through the winter 
Thicker than molasses 
Keep my hopes up
Blinded by the static  
Never mind
I’ll never be good enough or attractive 
I lack all the facets 
 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines

THE PERKS OF HUMAN ATROCITIES (prod. by washyb)

WHITE CROW w/Barzly (Prod. FALLEN)

@mvzi
@user-547836146-777541286

FALLEN: https://www.youtube.com/c/FALLENPROD

Cover Art Designed By
@seira666
@fxckyoujamie

⛧LYRICS⛧

HOOK:

Who are you bitch
Don’t make movement, we gone end up taking all your loot bitch
Riding with a tooly on my lap, you’ll meet it soon bitch
Grinding till I get the fucking bag up with my crew bitch

Who are you bitch
Don’t make movement, we gone end up taking all your loot bitch
Riding with a tooly on my lap, you’ll meet it soon bitch
Grinding till I get the fucking bag up with my crew bitch

MVZI:

I’m a white crow, that’s gone psycho
Crazy motherfucker, feeling like my name is Micheal
Watch your lines hoe, or get your eyes closed
Airing the whole block out, dropping germs, like my shits Lysol

Getting jiggy with your step, when my forty is at your head
If you wanna talk about it, then I’ll treat you like a pest
Never needed anybody, cause I knew I was the best
If you really wanna die tonight, then be my fucking guest

Imma sell my soul 
Im about to roll 
Smoke a pussy bitch I’ll flat him like a domino
You’re the one below
I’m still wanting more 
I’m the one who’s gonna turn a bitch into a ghost

Bitch hop out my way before my blade gon hit your face
I didn’t come here just to play a little game with all you skanks yeah
I will never change yeah I will never break yeah
Woke up from the matrix I’m deciding my own fate yeah

I’m a white crow, that’s gone psycho
Crazy motherfucker, feeling like my name is Micheal
Watch your lines hoe, or get your eyes closed
Airing the whole block out, dropping germs, like my shits Lysol

Barzly:

Pull up with your bitch I’m rocking 80s in my clip
Grip these sorry motherfuckers tell em line it with a zip
I’m a crazy motherfucker leave you frozen in the lip
Got you crying over nothing but your bitch is on my dick 

I told her 
Got me fucked up
Biting off the nails nip tuck
Running from my demons caught me lacking 
But I’m next up 

Prying through your door with a pick 
Gonna drown some slugs 
Smoke a couple pounds with a ghost 
Grinding need a bump 

Turning all these devils to a god we gon need a soul 
Roll a couple dice with some rum and pencil lol
Copped a couple bodies from the river we gonna smoke a bowl
Bit these bitches necks with my shrap gonna need a strap 

I don’t fucking know what to say 
With a witch what’s a stray
Imma zombie with his prey 
Cannot breathe whatchu say 
But I know that I’m nothing with a brain 
Cannot cope cause I’m sane 
Stripped it down and now I’m lame 

Talk a lot of shit for a bitch that likes to say a lot 
Broke a couple bones and now I’m here in the center lot
Pulling out your guts, yeah we hungry, gonna need a pot
Melting in the bones in the stew, yeah i got a lot

HOOK:

Who are you bitch
Don’t make movement, we gone end up taking all your loot bitch
Riding with a tooly on my lap, you’ll meet it soon bitch
Grinding till I get the fucking bag up with my crew bitch

Who are you bitch
Don’t make movement, we gone end up taking all your loot bitch
Riding with a tooly on my lap, you’ll meet it soon bitch
Grinding till I get the fucking bag up with my crew bitch

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WHITE CROW w/Barzly (Prod. FALLEN)

ONCE A WEEK, I DETERIORATE

PLOT (prod. by pandemxnium)

prod. me

4:43 met the sun while its rising
alone in the street feel it breathing but its silent
when i got to the rock i met the man who spoke of violence
he talked in a tongue revoke revenge and keep on smiling

story is the silver ring is worth more than the world
i gotta find a little love so i can know how bad it hurts
and ive been talking to myself we think that shit is getting worse
maybe ill dig a little deeper till i hit a fucking nerve

theres a fine line
between heart and hand
and i dont mind
if you stick around
it just feels right
but im wrong again
now a new life
im not scared to start over again all on my own

if you could see me now, youd think that i wasnt real like a fairytale
where we die in the end, i know you very well
whats deep inside of your mind i can take you there
i can take you there
if you could see me know, youd see how hard that ive tried since i hit the ground
when your eyes kissed the sky I let it tear me down
like i did all those times, you can tear me down
you still tear me down

story is the silver ring is worth more than the world
i gotta find a little love so i can know how bad it hurts
and ive been talking to myself we think that shit is getting worse
maybe ill dig a little deeper till i hit a fucking nerve

story is the silver ring is worth more than the world
i gotta find a little love so i can know how bad it hurts
and ive been talking to myself we think that shit is getting worse
maybe ill dig a little deeper till i hit a fucking nerve

theres a fine line
between heart and hand
and i dont mind
if you stick around
it just feels right
but im wrong again
now a new life

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