face off

FACE OFF (PROD. ZEEROXX)

[KAMATAYAN]
human centipede bitch on delivery
walked in a spell
bitch i’m locked inside hell pissed off
walked in a spell
buying glocks in the mail red dot

i’m fucking red hot
your bitch she said not
she gave me top
bitch i’m hell raised hell raised hell
razor lil blade shit
bitch i miss the pain bitch
four loko the dry fit
i’m driving off five fifths
the beef i don’t squash it
throw bombs in the moshpit
meant to make you go down
bitch holding a nine stick
blowing up my phone now
all over my big dick
she suck on the index
grip needle we inject
watch em in the lost sea
bitch gripping the tommy
it’s on me

human centipede bitch on delivery
walked in a spell
bitch i’m locked inside hell pissed off
walked in a spell
buying glocks in the mail red dot

[AWSIKEE]
its the fucking human centipede
im so sick and tired
i love it i love it when you bleed
can’t just have appreciation
all these kids are blind to greed
i know i’m the shit so i’ll knock him out
like apollo creed

i don’t need an enemy
all this love why you envy me
fuck i wish i had hennesy
you don’t help me reach better me
draining all my energy
why is no one respecting me
no one can relate they just talking
you’ll get a message here

won’t show any fear
the end is just coming near
you fuckers are fucking queer
my life that i cannot steer
i wanna start feeling happy
i wanna be more complete
they fighting all for a feat
my god i just love to skeet

yah face fuck take away her pain
kick him out the lane
this bitch now a centipede
love that i have my crazy weed
spit you out like flower seed
wish that i was just better seen
get you out my phone and screen 
wanna go and just live my dream

FEAT. @awsikee
ART BY https://www.instagram.com/tntslinky/

HUMAN CENTIPEDE w/ AWSIKEE (PROD. WHISKAS X DIKLORDEFENIL)

Trauma Sells in the Trauma Cell.
[NOT GLORIFYING MURDER]
feat. @ACZF 
prod. @bagheadt18

lyrics:
Who knocking at my door nigga?
Talkin bout we friends? Hell na
I don't know niggas
I don't know niggas
I don't know niggas
I don't know niggas
I don't know niggas

Nigga
Be as gifted as you want they don't acknowledge black presence
A Nigga in the office won't shorten my sentence
Accolades I want involve murder just to get it
No officer this a self made band
Walk inside the bank, security checkin me for straps
Scared to touch my money cuz they think I'm selling crack
Got they camera crews where the broken homes at
I am not an artist to the crackas I just rap
Lookin at me like the auction block got more of that
Selling out ya race the only way to get a bag

I Kill niggas
I kill niggas
I kill niggas
Kill niggas
I kill niggas
I kill niggas
Kill niggas
I kill niggas
I kill niggas
Kill niggas

Yeah that money rolling in
Trauma pays who give a fuck about a sin
We don't pay yo n****r ass to uplift black men
Ain't no heroes can't no nigga sell you hope boy
Making too much sense?
They send you to the pope boy
Ain't no religion banging not reppin no cults boy
All them activists is pussies, wanna know why?
Cuz they know they'd get killed tryna change the status quo
Give a fuck about the message just as long as money grows
Patrisse Cullors let her own cousin die
Using BLM dollars for fuckin party supplies

I Kill niggas
I kill niggas
I kill niggas
Kill niggas
I kill niggas
I kill niggas
Kill niggas
I kill niggas
I kill niggas
Kill niggas

Some people love they virtues and they need that competition
It's like all of the agreements you have never even listened
Why u trauma dumping tryna go nd fuck up my vision
What you speaking of the highest ups love u to go nd live it
Just to young to even focus
Seeing that you brought attention to a Six track magnum opus
The potential brings it up, on how it is to be all open
Noone fuck wit u till fucking wit u is everybody's notion
Everybody love it when you just be selling bout your cell
Look at all my favorite albums all the ones that needed help
Whether critics or the users they connected to the self
Crazy all the best albums are the ones about they health

TRAUMAFORDOLLAS - Single

TRAUMAFORDOLLAS

Spotify

TRAUMAFORDOLLAS (PROD. @BAGHEADT18)

Prod & art by me - RIP Coolio

Lyrics:
PASSED OUT, NO I CAN NOT GIVE A FUCK
YOU'RE HAVIN STROKE, I BET, YOU SHOULD'VE STAYED UNSTUCK
x2

PASS ME ALL YOUR FUCKING WEAPONS, I'LL PUT THEM TO GOOD USE IN THE DESERT
DURING THIS HORRIBLE WEATHER, I DONT EVEN NEED MY SWEATER
WITH MY FULLY AUTOMATIC, OUTSIDE OF CALI IS BETTER
AR-15 IN MY BAG AND I GOT SO MANY MAGS

MY BULLETS TRAVEL SO FAST 
ONLY HUNTING FOR THE FAGS
I GOT SKULLS IN DUFFLE BAGS
C4 THAT I HAVE STRAPPED
TO MY CHEST AND NOW YOU'RE DONE
IF YOU SEE ME BETTER RUN
I DONT EVEN NEED TO SET A FIRE, JUST BE IN THE SUN

DEATH VALLEY
HEAT WAVE NEAR THE TANK
DEATH VALLEY
GOT MORE MONEY THAN A BANK
DEATH VALLEY
SOLAR FLARE MAKES YOU A CRANK
DEATH VALLEY
YUH

PATROLLIN THIS DESERT MAKES ME WISH FOR A NUCLEAR WINTER
ENTERED AN ABANDONED HOME AND MADE IT MY BASE, FULL OF SPLINTERS

BURNIN UP YOUR BODY YUH, SEE THE SMOG FILL THE SKY
FUCKING NO LIFE, YOUR BODY NEVER SEEMED TOO ALIVE

PASSED OUT, NO I CAN NOT GIVE A FUCK
YOU'RE HAVIN STROKE, I BET, YOU SHOULD'VE STAYED UNSTUCK
x2

NOW THAT I GOT YOUR BODY IN MY HANDS, I CAN BURY IT IN THE SALT
OR IS IT ALREADY GONE I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYMORE
I'M TOO HIGH OFF OF THIS PIPE I COULD NOT TELL IF THERE WAS WAR

BODIES IN THE ATTIC
I'M A GORESTAR
MDMA ADDICT
I'M A TRAPSTAR
TV SHOWIN STATIC
IT LOOKS LIKE THE STARS
MY HOUSE IS BURNIN DOWN
LOOKS LIKE A SHOOTING STAR

DEATH VALLEY
SUFFERING FROM INSOMNIA
DEATH VALLEY
SLEEP PARALYSIS FOR YA
DEATH VALLEY
PUSSY YOU ARE INSANE YUH
DEATH VALLEY
I AM BREAKIN IN MY CRANIUM

I was legit in Death Valley while it was hitting temps of 130 F :d

DEATH VALLEY [TREBOR]

WHIRL (FT. GXTTI)

play this at my funeral lmao (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM) #memerap

DAVY JONES' LOCKER (PROD. SCARLET PAINTER)

First48

exorcist

you weren't there (xpree)

Flamer (prod7blade)

iCON OF SiN by DOOMSLAYER
produced by TR3
mixed & mastered by @ledgerbeats
artwork curated by DOOMSLAYER

lyrics:
[i'm just a (redacted) with a rocket launcher]

i'm the icon of sin, 
can't you see me?
i'm bleeding!
i'm covered head to toe, 
bitch i'm leaking, i'm reeking!
smell of blood, sweat, and sulfur,
ya tweakin'!
i'm the devil incarnate, a demon!

keep a switchblade in my pocket.
no more fuckin games when i pull up wit the rocket.
slice him up, now he leakin like a faucet.
he looked up in the mirror, made that mothafucka vomit!

wreaking havoc, like dennis the menace.
i'm in the lab, cooking crack like a chemist!
whole body, shredded like lettuce.
you're crying on the floor 'cause you're fucking pathetic.

iCON OF SiN

iCON OF SiN {prod. TR3}

play this at my funeral lmao (PROD. PANDEMXNIUM) #memerap

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