GO RUN UP THE HOMMIES SHIT @STEMODITY DP GANG 


FT. @STEMODITY
prod. @ISTASHA

LYRICS:
[stemodity]
crawling my way out of a place that stays veiled,
dripping with blood infused with the feeling of betrayal,
somebody's gotta win at the end of the deal,
turned over to the wolves who give a fuck how you feel,
there's ones who break their bones and scrape skin for their next meal,
we're ones to break phones and complain about chemtrails,
can't wash away the shame like blood on the staircase,
finding life a drag, nobody called it a fair race...

wishin for a ticket to get over the nightmare,
got you rotting in your mind, you turn around and it's right there,
leakin, bleedin, screamin, jumpscared by peripherals,
lil stevie can't seem to get a grip on the meaning of control,
sorry bout the sheets,didn't mean to get the blood soaked,
liquor won't wash away the sin but the floods will,
I don't got no problem finding out the vibes
inside the room im leavin soon to my tomb 'fore the doom ensues...

[BRUXISM]
Take Ls and tell tales, (tails),
I'll take heads,
two face(d) bitches with fake nails, and filler in their lips 
Yeah You talk shit, not gon' drink your flavor aid it's toxic,
Don't you look back, right on sight you'll turn to salt bitch,
Uh oh!
Uh oh!
Who's that? who's said what I say ain't sell?
Blowing up my phone like Ted Kazinski sending mail,
Night flyer, cryptic cryptid mystifter,
You can watch the shadows in your cave all you desire,
Scratching the itch, antihistamine,
Listen see, follow my words like scopolamine,
all you need know is not knowing's enough for me,
Others seek knowledge, acknowledgement,  sympathy,
I just kill in cold blood on some Gacy, Bundy, Dalmer shit, 
I am Bruxism's complete lack of humbleness
When the hunted turns hunter you'll learn the word plunder,
it burns, the church crumbles,
the hunchback of nothing,
So sick, I can barely speak, look into my eyes,
Pollution is online and Digital our time...

Border/Line Ft. Stemodity (prod. Istasha The Scrub)

Suicide Door (Ft. Stemodity)

System shock,
Bio waste,
All aboard,
Catch a case,
On the floor,
Off your face,
I just wanna rot someplace,
Monophonic,
Droning pace,
Hypnotized,
Telling gaze,
Sunken eyes,
On the chase,
In the dirt I know my place,
Talk the talk,
Poker faced,
Often bored,
Always based,
Needing more,
Shut your face,
I just wanna leave this place,
Economics,
Money games,
Muddy waters,
Words exchanged,
Some will die,
Others quit,
That's just how I like my shit,

Never 
You can never take it back,
You can never,
Never...
You can't ever, 
ever take it back,
You cant ever,
Ever...

Picturing the day that I rot away,
Put me in a grave, leave it unmarked,
Half of a tab of this, half a line of that,
And we did all night long,
All I see is skin walkers,
Fuckin shit talkers,
Imma hang with you in hell,
Got a couple blades in my back,
Days in the trap,
Locked inside a cell,
Can't you tell look me in me the eyes,
Nothing there, no surprise,
Just a corpse, in disguise,
Rushing towards inevitable demise
Warning signs,
Hypocrite,
Schizophrenic,
Counterfeit,
Some will die,
Others quit,
That's just how I like my shit...

Never,
You can never take it back, 
You can never,
Never,
You can't ever,
ever take it back,
You cant ever,
Ever,

Warning Signs

Prod. Bruxism

Lemmie tell you bout this kid had a nice PC,
He would buy allot of shit off the internet see,
Ordered coke from the dark web, but he got phished,
Now his Bitcoin missing and he feeling real pissed,
Let me tell you bout this old man with and old car,
Took his wallet to the grave with em didn't get far,
Yeah they left em in the bathroom left em on the floor,
Every pimps gotta eat and wrist was a score,
Let me tell you bout this robo-walker he was fourteen,
Dropping class everyday just to go and sip lean,
Now he out here chasing dragons, if you know what I mean,
Upgraded to the white, now he dancing with the fiends,
Let me tell you bout my plugs plug, he was born to spit,
But had a drip habit and a burner on his hip,
Yeah he said he was legit, but he couldn't shake the opps,
Now his body stone cold and his ride in the shop,

You could fuck around end up on the news,
Got the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha gonna try whatcha gonna do,
Are you down to ride down to get loose?
We could fuck around end up on the news,
Get the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha  wanna try whatcha wanna do,
Are you here to ride here to get loose?

Let me tell you who the beneficiary really is,
Showed up crying at the bank with his two kids,
Only greed could explain what the man went and did,
Understand they was there to shop, he was there to bip,
Let me tell you bout this housewife, ate a couple percs,
Then she tried drive stick to the function after work,
Went and left a couple bodies at the scene,
Then she cried in the courtroom, somehow left clean,
Lemmie tell you bout this little piggie, he was kinda mean,
He would always start yelling when he'd pull up at the scene,
One day at a traffic stop, got a little mad,
Mag dumped on a man and he never took the stand,
Let me tell you bout this box cutter trick, that I heard,
Get two blades slip a coin between, paint a red shirt,
Break it up and go and flush it, if the cops come and knock,
Tell you em you don't know shit but you sorry for the loss,

You could fuck around end up on the news,
Got the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha gonna try whatcha gonna do,
Are you down to ride down to get loose?
We could fuck around end up on the news,
Get the whole city looking at you,
Whatcha  wanna try whatcha wanna do,
Are you here to ride here to get loose?

On The News

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
credits
releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (Intro)

Hanging out the window screaming 666,
Shit I'm doing got me 86'd itch itch itch,
Lick the dirt up off a brick, and make a dish dish dish,
Walk a mile but I only move an inch inch inch,
He was talking sorta normal then he switch switch switched up,
Covered in makeup,
'Cuz you got new bruises every time that you wake up,
The fuck is he talking about? You think we should say something?

Feeling like I'm playing fast and loosely with the truth,
Always showing up with nothing always leaving with the loot,
My regressive algorithmic model training how to lose,
Every iteration further from a total static view,

So confused, let me sit you down and share my views,
I'm opposed to making sense and I spread fake news,

In every argument we have I'll disagree with you,
And if you piss me off, I'mma spread a rumor about you,

So put a smile on, keep it strong, treat me like a cop on a ride along,
Do no wrong, sing the song dummy keep the blinders on,
Stand on the train tracks, or jump in the road,
'Cuz it'd be quicker than if I'm gonna have come for your throat,

It's such a thing to behold, uphold, an oath so devote,
To never saying what I mean and only speaking in code,

I'm certified as a demon, got a diploma from hell,
And now they sent me up here with some opinions to sell,

So I'll just market it well, slap a few words on the track,
And make enough to pay the ferryman to row my way back,
It's better than the hard liquor and the panic attacks,
Cuz all these Death Cult aesthetics are not congruent with facts no more...

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

We can talk about it or just get a little crunk
Bet she really like to twerk to caricoca funk
You so silly make em dizzy like Sicilian drunks
She likes fifty cent, I feel like a million bucks
Wait, what why?

Where and how and who again, reptilian
Hooligan, running up her leg like this is Gulliver's
Gullible, floated right up straight into the ceiling yeah yeah
Gave her something that can make her talk to demons
Yeah yeah

Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Let her die slow cuz she kinda beautiful
Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Chop chop (spit sound) that's my ritual

She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you bink you might never even miss her
She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

What's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play to my crescendo
Can you please try to keep up with the tempo
Her body a temple I worship the devil

Who's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play me my crescendo
Can you please keep up with the tempo?
Kept a little bit of her as a memento

We can talk about it or just get a little drunk
Look away for just a second and she end up in a trunk
If the glove don't fit they'll acquit me on the spot
You think someone who would do this is afraid to get caught?
Wait what why?
Tried the call the numbers back all fake
Couple bags fertilizer make em all quake
Whole lobby blown apart left em all saint's
Daddy's in a body bag left em red paint

She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you blink you might never even miss her
She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

Up all night I feel like Tyler Durden
Preaching to the mirror giving sermons
I am Jack's last sip of bourbon
The personality of half a person
Bitch
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden bitch

Nodding out in traffic on my way to catch a felony
I don't vibe with no one but I'm heavy with the chemistry
Nothing but an entity steady collecting enemies
I'm magic with the shots like the guy who dropped Kennedy

Bitch I feel like Captain Ahab
Chasing white so the demons in me stay bad

You been a fan I been a fiend
Might just take the whole production when I come 'n seize the means
Nothing what it seems
Parasitic energy
I could take your legacy
Move without integrity dismantling identities
And when I get to hell I hope they see me a celebrity
Cuz all my friends are there and I don't mean that hypothetically
So go head and kill yourself and get a step ahead of me
Cuz you don't wanna live inside a world where I'm your enemy

Bitch I feel like Patrick Bateman
Fake a smile while I'm steady staying hating

I'm not the type to be impatient
I'm the type to sit and wait until the mark go on vacation
Left em feeling shaken
Every word I say is dripping with manipulation
String the sentences along until you feel the motivation, bitch

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

Bullets flying through the side of my car
I hit the gas like it's nothing at all
I'm made of money but I don't make sense
I'm either balling or I can't pay rent
Six weeks clean but I'm not really sober
I can't wait, for this shit to be over
I wake up hungry for the flavor of blood
I pick the carcass clean just because

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

I'm not the plug but I know where he lives
I might forget but I never forgive
Not in the trenches but I might help you dig
And God forbid I'll ever to talk to the pigs
You say you're king of the jungle I just sit back and laugh
I'm not the first on the scene but I won't the last
Yeah You can do all the hunting, I'll just wait for the prey
Feast on the leftovers and live another day

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

Hyena

Hush, hush, please stay hush
You never make good money in a rush
Keep it to yourself maybe keep it offline
Or they'll keep you in a cell doing time
Better learn to tell a lie real quick
Remember which lie goes to which hoe you talking with
Squeeze the profit past the picket line
Switching sides, never meant to make up your mind

Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?

I'm the first to call it like it is
Taste the cinder block make a jaw jump-skip
You jump ship I'm talking mutiny
Heresy, say it like I need some currency
Incoherent type of stance
What you mean you didn't ask for money in advance?
We talking fuck ups by the kilo
Is it 'bout the opps or is it just about your ego?
You talking petty to the plug
Better walk it back or go get walked up out the club
You saying something real vapid
I'm happy for you honey or I'm sorry that it happened
And it's not all about the mask
I'm a skinwalker with the way I can detach
I peep my future through a keyhole
Scheming on a repo sippin' down a cappuccino

Maybe
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe

Hush hush hush
Hush
Hush
Maybe keep it to yourself
Maybe keep it to yourself?
Maybe

I'm the type to break my own rules
Sick fool, reaching altitudes that make em drool
I'm talking cool it with the lingo
You moving like a Russian politician by a window
You stepping into something deep
Jumping to conclusions, shoulda never took the leap
Now you a body in the street
All because you're probably unable to think while on your feet
With the cheats the way my trainers sleek
Never miss a beat, I'm a freak, way I speak never miss a chance to eat
This ain't hush money honey, this a purchase of your silence
Hush money comes along with implicated violence

And I don't wanna pay you for your cut
I ain't fucking with you nah I can't get it up
I'ma shut 'em up and tell 'em how you really got the role
This ain't hush money honey, this is how I buy your soul..

This Isn't Hush Money Honey This is An Investment

Go ahead and make your move
Counted all the exits in the room
Something might happen real soon
Shit is doomed
You should really try and keep your cool
So confused, always had to go and act a fool for the jewels
I don't run the city block I don't make the rules
I just burn whatever that they give me for the fuel
Fucking with me? I am not ashamed of acting cruel

Cuz when the blows really fall
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the curtain comes to call
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the bodies come to brawl
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the sirens start to call
Every man for himself and God against all

Watch me scream into a microphone blow ya dome
I come with a Hazard zone, walking where savages roam
Living in the cyber zone, running the cypher alone
Designer drugs silence the soul
Violence is all that I know
Feel it inside of my bones
I am the blight of my own mind
If I died on my own, know that I'm ten on my toes
Better than being a drone, something I'll never know
Cuz I am testament to the rest of them
Never get caught lacking on your throne

Cuz when the blows really fall
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the curtain comes to call
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the bodies come to brawl
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the sirens start to call
Every man for himself and God against all

Every Man for Himself and God Against All

Betcha started out on RuneScape, scamming children
Now you tryna make the big bucks, with the villains
Maybe grab a couple cheeky dumps, make a killing
You just wanna make that money flow the way that you been feeling
I know you hit on something flame, put it all through GtwoA
I seen all the chat logs, even what you shouldn't say
You thought you were really good at this, and you was really slick
Yapping on about your botnet, like you know your shit
And you really thought the school was never even gonna check?
You is so deep in the shit it's all up to your fucking neck
Disrespect, talking shit to chat, acting real bad
Till someone freaked you out, with that picture of your dad
Now the feds are coming over to redecorate the crib
Really should have a better reason than you really did
Maybe next time do a little googling the hit
And I'm sorry but that internet money ain't shit

Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Don't you ever tell nobody 'bout that internet money
Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Went caught yourself a case for that internet money

You might have to plead the Fifth, I can tell 'em
Watching numbers on the screen go, to the ceiling
Doesn't matter if they buying, you been selling
Just so you can flex a yacht that's the size of a favela

I seen all your LLCs, how you moving overseas
You got dirty money dripping from your neck to your feet
I know you got POAs, confidential NDAs
That don't make the smell of motherfucking bacon go away

Way you flexing on the 'Gram, you must think you ATF
Bet the IRS some paperwork to do when you get wet
Where's the next check from, who the victim make it out to?
Don't you know a prison cell isn't really soundproof?

Swat a SIM swapper just to see it on his face
No we don't respect the hustle, you is nothing but a stain
I got nothing but disdain for a script kiddie skid
He had money but he never left the crib, like a bitch

Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Don't you ever tell nobody 'bout that internet money
Internet money
Internet money
Why'd you even go and talk about your internet money?
Internet money
Internet money
Went caught yourself a case for that internet money..

Internet Money

Packwatch roll it up, smoke it till it's gone

Drop the act and stop pretending that you something you not
Why do all your fucking songs sound like AI slop?
I've seen a couple cunts buckle when it comes to a stop
And five-zero could chop screw your whole crew outta jobs
Get the fuck out dodge, dislodge those words from your mouth
Don't tell nobody that this money what you're really about
You selling oil to the snakes for a shot at the top
Until the allegations drop, Diddy do it or not?
I'm rocking the spot, I'm shaking down crews with a click
You in a jail cell, wondering if your shit sticks
Up in the sticks some shooters is printing weapons to kill
And talking 'bout a revolution 'cuz his rights been repealed
And when the cops gonna catch him, even he'll cop a plea
And your face been on the internet for all to see
So I hope your legal team better know to talk
'Cuz the paper trail is saying ain't no way that you walk
You can see all of the wallets as it moves through the chain
The transactions always lead them to one and the same
He put his name down somewhere on a list for a call
That's all it took for them to go and put his name on the wall, R.I.P

Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught him snitching on his own fucking song
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Pack watch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught 'em slipping and it won't be fucking long

A couple weeks of tapped lines and they got the address
The whole squad in the van now suited in vests
All because he couldn't help but flex the whip on the feed
Hope a mugshot gets him the respect that he need
I've seen it happen to the best, every giant could fall
It could be your name next, right up there on the wall
I think it's funny that these dummies start some beef for the clout
And then they line they own pockets with a wink to the crowd
I'm on pack watch son, yeah we smoking 'em out
Steady waiting till the next time his foot in his mouth
Maybe I don't wear no Gucci or no Louis Vuitton
But where you're going everybody's got the same fit on
Went from posing with a launcher to a poser with papers
A couple letters went and turned ya from a rapper to rapist
Why all these big bad types always fucking with kids?
'Cuz ain't no way a woman putting up with half of his shit
So sick of the bit, I'm here to put a rest to the case
And send the whole ship sinking to the depths of their graves
You've taking the bait, now pull and go unravel your fate
End of the day you'll never put a name to the face bitch

Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught him snitching on his own fucking song
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught 'em slipping and it won't be fucking long..

#Packwatch

You say I'm evil yeah you say I'm the worst
Just cuz I might've had my hand in your purse
If you were hungry I know you'd do the same
Don't try to argue with me I'm not ashamed because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

Its not that I don't wanna pay for my share
It's just that you won't ever notice or care
You say I should walk a mile in your shoes but
But then I wouldn't give them back to you because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

I don't know why I feel the way I do
And I don't like it anymore than you!
You're telling me I can't just right click save?
You better hope your ass got 2FA because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

I heard them say you wouldn't download a car
Well you could download a gun and jack one
You make the rules we make the most with the rest
So Imma take it every option I get because

I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing
I believe in stealing

I Believe In Stealing

A dry mouth, a blank dead stare
A cross heavier than man could bear
They cry out, but no one's there
Cuz no god would have left you spared
From their thrones let them make their demands
Send their armies into foreign lands
Once they run out of the money to spend
There's only one way I see this ends

I wouldn't hesitate at all
Stupid mother fucker you should go and face the wall
Line em up and out in the city square and execute them all
Stupid mother fuckers you should go and face the wall

Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall

Rejected systems governed just though abuse
They'll sell you rope help you tighten the noose
Don't get to choose, you were born as a slave
They'll pick your pockets tell you how to behave
They fear the reaper and the cycle of life
They need a good cold pavement to bite
I've seen the signs and I've peered round the bend
There's only one way I see things end

I wouldn't hesitate at all
Stupid mother fucker you should go and face the wall
Line em up and out in the city square and execute them all
Stupid mother fuckers you should go and face the wall

Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall
Face the wall

When you reject calls to violence
With just stone sober silence
Fate decided can't override it
You made your bed now go die inside it
Fight the fire with the flame
Wip with the chains
You won't escape, you spilt blood in vain
A new hell that's all yours to reign
The kings of shame..

Face The Wall

Call it pussy, call it money, call it power, call it fame
They just call it what they wanna call it, motherfucking game
Colonizing all the opps, stopping just to fill the tank
You don't gotta run for office if you run a couple banks
Make the profit, sell the product, civil forfeiture the plug
Start a war and get religious, fill a villager with slugs
What the people want? Make 'em pay for water, doesn't matter
I can tell this shit a joke but don't hear nobody laughing
Like a greedy pastor scooping up the money from his chapter
We should send 'em all to heaven in the motherfucking rapture
It's not genocide if we decide to do it, it was us
And if the other motherfuckers did it first then what the fuck?
Run 'em down and knock 'em over like we gentrifying shit
Grab a brick and pay a visit to a politician's crib
We already tried the hippie shit, peace is not an option
Take a couple millionaires to ride an Argentinian chopper

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

They say nobody wanna work, I say nobody wanna pay
Tax suggestions for the master, tax evasion for the slave
You got rent cartels just running up your bills and getting paid
Pocket-dipping politicians beg for dollars, screaming change
It's a boost for the economy to bomb them every day
CIA was moving coke, what you think they move today?
Fentanyl and Nitazene and something stronger on the way
When there's profit to be made show up chanting USA
Couple million-dollar rockets on some farmers in a cave
Everybody's saved! By the way we probably here to stay
Pave a golf course, have a couple cheeky handshakes
And they got a new president with democratic traits
Navigating's always easier if you can build the maze
Back in '89 is when they put the credit score in place
And you wonder why the boomers still got money in the bank?
If you make the rules you know exactly which of them to break

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

Sick Thoughts

I stole a line from your favorite track
I called it mine and I put it on wax
I got those
Bad vibes
The type that they dig
I'll scam my way to the top of the biz
Let me cook
Cook my spaghetti
I'm in the, parking lot
Caught me pissing on Chevys
I got the, wrong look
Pulling up in a rental
Self ordained
I'm the king of trap metal, alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Don't go outside I just stare at a screen
Thinking about some new shit I should scream
I got those
Black eyes, but it ain't from a fight
It's from the hard drugs I took all night
Yeah you right, I'm not unique
I'm just one of the pack
I got those, loose goosey vibes, ain't afraid to rat
Yeah I got, old debts that I won't ever settle
With every other fucking king of trap metal alright!

All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King
All Hail The King

Why you seething like that?
Bitch I'm all math with the way I subtract
And I seen you on snap saying something real wack
Bout the way you underrated and your beats all slap
But that shit not facts you a wanna be X
What's next? maybe go and pull a Drake put a bullet in your chest
You a mess, so stressed, maybe you should take a rest
Instead of running round attempting every stupid side quest huh?

All Hail The King

You know I'm not a fan of violence
I advocate for seeking peace
But It seems everyone agrees now
That we should bomb the middle east
In Yemen they've been bombing weddings
In Palestine they own the skies
So please explain I'm just not getting
Why can't we fire bomb Dubai?

Turn them back into a desert in the blink of an eye
Somebody give me one good reason not to bomb Dubai
Drop all our money from the sky there's no reason why
Since we've bombing everybody why not bomb Dubai? Alright!

They built those dildos out of glass
Sit back inside those things and laugh
I say we turn it back to sand and maybe
Knock a couple buildings flat
I know we probably need their oil
I know we need their money too
But I think I'd be really funny
If we just drop a bomb or two

Turn them back into the desert in the blink of an eye
Somebody give me one good reason not to bomb Dubai
Drop all our money from the sky there's no reason why
Since we've bombing everybody why not bomb Dubai?

Bomb Dubai

This that come and take your dinner
Certified sinner
Problematic lyrics that let the mind linger
This that one two, gottem right smack in the goods
Should have never turned his back in my neck of the woods
I'm wrecking the puts, the bets off, who coulda known?
Made em check up on his words, and corrected his tone
I'm stalking the zone, anomalies are all that I know
Digital with the pollution like the adds in your phone
I'm bad to the bone, like Manson with a cult of my own
But I don't brainwash bitches I just leave em alone
I'm up in your home, just scrawling sigils onto the wall
No meaning at all, just following the urge as it calls
To see you appalled, and make you wanna get up and leave
Humming slowly as I wipe the blood up with my sleeve
Dosing up a couple powders for the powers unseen
I mean what I say, but I don't ever say what I mean

You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you

This that charge em by the minute
Make a punk pivot
Body full of spirits, and demons that pay visits
Double dipping till I'm in it double digits
I'm a double down and spin it again so you can clip it
It's all crickets, couldn't just mind your business
Begging for forgiveness but only cuz there's a witness
You could risk it, give up and grant my wishes
Or I might burn bridges and pillage the whole village
You just a mimic, in for the image
As long as I exist you not your own worst critic
Such a cynic, pinnacle of the gimmick
You never lived it, your writtens all scripted
I move so much Cryptic, turned him to a statistic
Dissed him Inna lyric got the whole block addicted
You got me ina deja vu
Cuz I heard everything you said, but I ain't heard about you

You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you
You got me in a Deja Vu
Cuz I head everything you said ain't heard bout you,

Deja Vu

She sent a text
Do you need help?
I said I know how to think for myself
Suit yourself, I ain't suiting up for free
I'm outside why where else would I be?
Cheap liquor
Cheaper thrills
Throwing up while on top of the world
What kinda script? bitch I'm tryna OD
Why is everybody looking at me?
Slippy fingers, we should shake hands
Now you don't got the time to understand
Lately I've been counting hours by the can
Lost my footing walking woozy with a slant, ugh

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth

Not a freak but I'm known to freak out
And then forget what it was all about
When in doubt, do another line
In a couple seconds I'll be feeling fine
It's not a scam, it's a ripoff, either way I'm richer
Maybe consider tryna move a little quicker
You make me sick if you think you're any better
This is my United States of whatever
Very clever, now sober up and drive, drive
Check my pulse man I think I'm too alive, live
So deprived, that's why I feel so depraved
I forgot how yesterday turned to today?

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth,

Grind My Teeth

I'm too young to be this jaded
I'm too old to be this mess
Make mistakes and get frustrated
I'm too young to be this mess

I walk around real dry like a cigarette
Cuz all my favorite drugs ain't illegal yet
I can hear my brain leaking out the side of my head
But I'm too busy arguing with silhouettes
I read a couple old books on psychology
So I could learn to hate myself professionally
Staying up until all night, just to make some friends
But when I fell asleep they disappeared again

Spent all of my money on adrenochrome
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home

Well I lost my passport at the liquor store
And I spent all my savings on a fucking whore
I've got a couple aliases on telegram
Got banned for posting memes about the Taliban
Now I'm sleeping in the back of a Ford escort
And I went and wrote my will on a traffic cone
Got a head full of a lies and a mountain of debt
When you call my phone, hear the line disconnect

Spent all of my money on adrenochrome
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home

I'm too young to be this jaded
I'm too old to be this mess
Make mistakes and get frustrated
I'm too young to be this mess
You can gangstalk me, I don't wanna be alone
Would you like to buy my adrenochrome?
Missed the last train, ain't coming home,

Adrenochrome

My teeth paint a gritty picture
Can you tell I'm a carnivore?
Bite marks and a couple of bruises
Covered up so many times before
My corpse wears the perfect outfit
The open casket makes me look so clean
The choir humming some off key scripture
A requiem in Kerosene

If you dig me up?
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away

Your voice just a distant memory
And one of those I wish I'd forget
And I wish you had more time for me
Before my sun went and set
I'm feeling voided like a worn out coupon
A body broken and bled
And when I'm gone I hope you think of me fondly
Without your hate and regret

If you dig me up?
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my teeth say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away
If you dig me up
What will my bones say?
When all my flesh decays
And I just rot away...

Dig Me Up

Prod. @rottt10 and @yunglxrd


fuck with the syllables follow my lips
run on your principles call you a bitch
I am the pinnacle you are the niche
your shit is fictional mine is legit
shalowgrave shit to my bottomless pit
there is no cut when I've finnished my bit
I just keep rolling while you wanna quit
just like a amateur suck and you spit
fire and brimstonee it's ending with ash
cinder and coal will be all that is left
I have no soul tear my heart out my chest
devil can't buy what is ice with no flesh
every dimension I'm in full of stress
demented and mental my motives possessed
obsessed with the substances forced down my neck
mind left to die so my body can rest

kill what I fuck
and I fuck what I kill

there is no reason for questioning
silence is deafening
death feels me beckoning
nothing is threatening
nothing worth mentioning
psycho developing
empathy lessening
I am released
mind off the leash
all of my angels and demons deceased
sheeh sheeh
holing my peace 
finding release
these is no censorship left when I speak 

kill what I fuck and I fuck what I kill 
I'm a cannibal baby an animal
mabye some sort of irational radical terrorist burning the world with my grammar
I've had it i'm in 
fuck it I'm out
fuck with the meanings take off with the clout
fuck your religion I fill you with doubt 
words out my mouth kick your morals about


fuck what you stand for
fuck are you living your life for
fuck you need all of your bread for
fuck do you fuck with your head for
fuck are you fighting your wars for
fuck are you willing to die for
fuck are you fucking with me for
fuck do you think  this will be for

I'm indescribably fucking mechanically fucking manically tearing you up
fuck your depression and fuck your anxiety fuck every reason you suck

I'm in your room I'm in your art
I'm in your tunes I'm in your heart
I am the reason you live and the reason you die I'm the reason your stop and you start

one for the road one for cold
one for the story that never gets told
one for the lies that you've always been told
one for the demons that live in your soul

I am above I am beyond
I am contained in feelings long gone
I am forced to be reckoned with smith with no weaponry dropping your jaw and I'm gone

No Control (prod. ROT10 x Muneylxrd)

prod. @pxlse

pennies from my pocket pop a pill and pick a topic 

drinking danish from the faucet faux influx of feeling awful

I see visions in my moxxy moterboat the fattest bitches

smoke the biggest blunts and pass out in the tiniest of kitchens

suck a dick if you succeed, sucks if you don't

take a rip of the wrong shit, feel it in your throat

running on the torn ligaments, fucking shit I'm feeling it

fingers in the baggie in the basement I'm living it

why you livid fucks tryna act like you new to this

watcha seizure in the skate park tryna get the kicks

bitch I been around and seen the same shit I'm serious

fighting for the high fahrenheit I feel delirious

demons in the dorms where I'm chillin make the walls move

running through the city while I'm sweating like a monsoon

find me at the bottom of a bottle chillin with the worm

put me in the dirt, it's the only way I earn


pain ignites, chest feels tight

left the fucking city in the middle of the night

hit the joint, kill the fright

boy who learned to fly out the window outa sight

pain ignites, chest feels tight

left the fucking city in the middle of the night

hit the joint, kill the fright

I'm the boy who learned to fly 


room feeling like a fucking prison count the walls

never leave the fucking city smoking ciggies at mall

feeling dizzy from the fall but it's the middle of the winter

drinking 40s in the morning popping scrippies for my dinner

I'm a sinner with a motherfucking scope

doin dirty shit to keep the nose clean, running from the rope

didn't find the message in the money or the dope

but maybe I can learn to fly right out the window yeah I hope

Boythatlearnedtofly (prod. PULSE)

so so sick of dying alone

getting all these fucking calls on my tellephone

they tell me where I need to be

all day off the week

keep my mind in my baggie that I carry in my sleeve

broke washed up and I'm ready to roll

giving up all my sleep for a day in the role

please tell me who I wanna be 

why I'm being me

hold that weed in my lungs till I don't know how to breathe

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bleed cocaine from my fucking neck

got a bottle of the dex just to stay in check

I don't care about your freinds

they all just fucking fake

I don't need no junkies always fuckin with the take 

six weeks in and I'm cutting the junk

bumping wu tang clan in my dealers trunk

I don't know where I wanna be 

All I know is me

and I hate myself I'm a fucking freak

Heart Attack Insomniac (prod. BRUXISM)

prod. @lunartalk

cold dark apartments and alleyway parties

I'm outa the speakers and into yo head

rhythmic arrhythmic I'm calculated 

the way that I paint it and now you see red

I promise you hommie hypnotic and holy

you follow my meaning and hear what I said

weed in you hand with that drink in your belly

It's scary how closely you follow the dead


maybe it's habit or maybe your habitat

either-way breath let it all be unsaid

down in the culdesac smoking your handicap

parasite walking the streets that you tread

follow my lips 

watch as I dictate the way that you trip

every line hits like the back of the drip

drugs are my vehicle you are my bitch

feeling that itch as I pick at your core

can't look away from the horror in store

feeling the surface scum run for the door

demons and devils a snake in the score

even me out 

flip on the fear

try to pretend that it's not in your ears

feel the impurity sink to the floor

hide from the sickness you know disapears

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scared and erratic a panic fanatic 

the pressure is static your mood systematic

your're idiosyncratic and undiplomatic

your're psychosomatic sporadic it's drastic

a sadist a vagrant your're faded your're jaded

your're wasted impatient disorientated

degraded and latent and brimming with hatred

you hate it you wish you could be sedated



flow is so evil and toxic

really there's no way to stop it 

shit is so sick it's hypnotic

burn through your soul bitch I'm caustic

constantly living in hell this room is your jail your bed is your grave

slaving away for that minimum wage 

smoke till your feeling the weight of your cage

feeding you shit that you want

i got the shit that shit that you crave

Summon the demon that haunts you

leaving you sick and depraved

struggle to breath shit is nauseous

working my way in subconscious

I won't leave easy I promise

I am not here for the profit


tossing your easy I'm feasibly dangerous

make you feel queasy and weak is my aim just

give in to me and let make your flame hushed

forget your name and the reason you came what

you want to do i do better in bulk

you follow words from my mouth like a cult

you want the feeling and I get results

I got the sickness that's makes you repulsed

The Sickness (prod. lunarvision)

prod. @lunartalk

It feels good to float face down...


I'm on that new nice,

gimme that neck bite,

feeling like shit, right,

bring me that hit, aye aye,

I'm in the psyche, zone,

feeling like yikes, woah,

feeding my parano... 

giddy gon get some more,

I'm on that vision quest, heavy chest, neverland, bodybag ooh ooh,

you cannot see what I do, do,

I do not fuck with the truth, turth,

I write my own set of rules that I break,

all up in smoke like a witch on the stake,

dead in the street with the dialated grin,

and I wake up and do it again and again.



It feels good to float face down...



this is no way for a king to think,

wake up and make the kaching kaching,

ring ring, when that phone go,

and I'm dying all again like, oh no,

and I don't know why the fuck is it,

don't really know, but I must get it,

don't wanna go but I must hit it,

whipping out my phone let the dust settle,

I'm a bad man who got worse habbits,

give a little get a little and I'm back at it,

it's a riddle with no symbolism have at it,

when I finally OD just a sick addict,

with a ripped jacket, no fucks,

all my freinds downtown they got no luck,

am I just like them with no life left?

or should I just let go take a last breath...

Float Face Down (prod. lunarvision)

Prod. @oticah

I need the drip like i'm geeking,

Fuck with the coke and I'm feinding,

Pour me  a drink and I'm steaming,

I do not have a good reason...

I need the drip like your bitch need the dick,

And my nose is all bloody and full of the shit.

Fuck all your music this party is shit,

And your hommies all wack,

I just need me the drip...

Doing up lines in the kitchen,

Shut the fuck up and just listen,

I am the god of your system,

I am your universe gifted,

Fuck all you faggots I'm ready to kick it,

I'm living existence so sick that it's twisted,

I'm sniffing the shit like a coke zombie,

Buy more, I got more on me...

I NEED THE DRIP

Wasted as fuck I just need me the drip,

Puking up shit in the sink like a bitch,

Slurring my words I'm incurring the hurt 

I'm returning to dirt and I'm scratching the itch,

Slipping in comas and sleeping in piss,

Taking the hit I ain't eat in a week...

Cutting up lines ain't enough for your bitch,

Bits of my sanity starting to leak,

Balance on low I ain't got it today,

Need me a baggie no work and no play,

Getting so desperate starting to cave,

One in my arm just to start off the day,

Live like an animal die like a thief,

Live like a Ubermensch die like I'm weak,

Stare in the mirror I can't get to sleep,

But I know that for sure that I look like a creep...

The Drip (prod. oticah)

I remember watching the fireworks on new years eve of 2012, wondering if the world was going to end right then and there, and wishing with all my fucking heart that it would.


We was bout to die back in 012,

spend a couple dollars then I go wild,

hanging out the window of the hotel,

sniff a couple lines then I go down...
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who the fuck wanna fuck with a dead boy?

I ain't feel alive since 012 boy,

I was set to die I was ready for it,

winter of 012 I was heading for it,


sipping in the kitchen of a shitty little flat,

watching out the fucking window as the city fade to black,

wake up in a cabbie on the way to get a sack,

popping dxm with hexen I ain't ever going back,

that's that heart attack shit,

that's that loose your friends and end up in a body bag shit,

that's that junkie with a deathwish, wanted that shit

I don't give a fuck man, yeah I wanted that shit...

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We was bout to die back in 012,

spend a couple dollars then I go wild,

hanging out the window of the hotel,

sniff a couple lines then I go down...

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Eyes all heavy duty bloody,

Nothing but a body,

probably just a carbon copy, 

caught me wishing for a cop out,

Vision really really blurry,

Hurry up and catch me slurring,

Weak as shit and waking early,

Catch me tune in when I drop out,

I was set to die back in 012,

Thinking bout it I was dead back in 012,

Everyone always told me I'd go nowhere,

And they fucking right, I don't even really care,

Back in 012 living in hell I was ready,

Chip on shoulder, I'm not getting older, I'm ready to die for the city,

All of my hommies they in it,

Waiting for someone to end it,

I don't know if God knows but the devil taking payment...


I just wish I died back in 012,

Fuck what you saying I don't give a fuck,

I don't really know what I'm doing here,

I just wish I died I don't fucking care...

Winter Of '12 (prod. BRUXISM)

Doing 60 in a 40 in a pick up truck,

Yeah I'm heading down east where the bars stack up,

Yeah there's bodies in the streets I'm a pick em up,

And we gon hit a couple dummies when the sun come up,

I'm getting lit,

Ripping off my face,

If I'm counting all the ways we gon get that pay,

When it's pay to play, I do it play by play,

I make the pain go away, I do it day to day,

I make a jump for the biggest,

Fuck you think this isn't?

running from the past Ima catch that blizzard...

Im a sick fuck,

In my motherfucking habitat,

Take away my money ima get that habit back...


Yes im in the business,

Moving shut it's guiness,

Dying like the fitest,

Lying till I'm in it,

Bitch I'm a little bit more than sane,

I'm a go and make a monster out of dopamine...



So deposed to fame, that you know the name,

I'm exposed to blame, I'ts a soldiers game,

I'm a boulder boy this is pebble play,

When it's pedal to the medal ima smash that thing...

I'm a dummy with a tummy full of booze and scrips,

Yeah I'm sick as shit, I'm flipping shit to quit,

Im too quick to slip, I'm kicking kit I bit,

It's fucking ick and ugly,

But I'm a bit of both bitch...

I don't wanna do this anymore


I don't wanna do this anymore....

And I feel it in my fucking pores...

Sick Fuck(prod. lunarvision)

@nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii @nastiitaxii
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Fixing races with my conscience, cop a 40 for that nonsense,

I'm so bored of being conscious, anxious paranoid and nauseous,

I'm to weak to build a tolerance, but way to strong to care,

Burn the cigarette till ashes picking butts out of my hair...
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Don’t fucking care, the only thing that I have left to do is die,

Watch me rot away for years, you act surprised a fucking lie,

Pretty pills and orange bottles in my casket, only right,

Leave me facedown in the ditch off 60 milligrams of white...
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This a semi final suicide, the kind that makes you stare,

Because nothing makes me feel alive like falling out my chair,

Calling up my hookup tryna cash out on a scare,

But he knows I'm not the kind of kid to lash out unprepared...
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Bloody noses how my throat is dripping vision starts to fade,

Poison dragging through system cutting years off like a blade,

Feel the resin on my walls I judge the time by grams I’ve weighed, 

Toxins oh my god I’ve lost it bleach my fabric and just wait...
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Drag my body off the carpet just so I can get retarded,

I don't wanna feel like garbage but I still don't have the knowledge,

With the money that I spend I bet that I could pay for College,

But the only kind of lectures that I get is from my father...
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Sick and tired anxious, nauseous, I’m not cautious I’m a corpse,

Try to sleep it’s fucking pointless my reality is warped, 

Please don’t tell me how to stop I do the wrong shit till it’s worse,

I can’t stop it, fucking lawless self destruction just occurs...
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Make it hurt bitch please just make it hurt

Make it Hurt (ft. Na$tii)

NO FLEX @bigroshi

https://soundcloud.com/bigroshi

No Flex ft. Big Roshi (prod. Wendigo)

when you're living on a combination,
of weed and lack of head,
and you're stuck in a rut no motivation,
just a couple a beers...
your family's on your case tonight,
with a condescending stare,
like tell me who my role models are,

no way it's them... cmon!



six o'clock in the morning,

nobodies there,
you go down to your kitchen,
for some milk and bread,
your fathers there hes talking shit...
HE'S A FUCKING DICK
so you break a fucking bottle
right across his fucking head cmon!

YEAH I'M LIVING THAT NEET LIFE SHIT



days turning into weeks,
weeks turning into years
never leave the fucking room,
except for money and some beer,
throw the cans at the wall,
couldn't give a fuck at all,
cuz I'll never be a better person,
I won't try at all...


pass out in the parking lot,
no money for a cab no fucking pot,
I should really ditch these motherfucking stupid cops,
I should run at them and let the fucking trigger finger pop!

YEAH I'M LIVING THAT NEET LIFE SHIT

Neet Life

next to nothing left to offer,

so what do you wannna trade?

we've been down this road so often,

yet you still choose wicked ways...

you want me to just roll over,

beg for scraps from what you leave?

while you sit in ivroy towers,

counting digits on a screen...


what goes around, comes around,

one day we'll burn it down,

you cant stop the tide of chaos,

when waves come crashing down...

what goes around, comes around,

we wont let you keep us down,

not much left to govern,

while the streets are shutting down,



what goes around, comes around,

black masks in a croud...

what goes around, comes around,

chains are soon unbound...

what goes around, comes around,

soon you'll hear the sound...

what goes around, comes around,

You cant stop us now!



MOLOTOV TO YOUR FACE MOTHHERFUCKER

BRING IT ON KNOW YOUR PLACE MOTHERFUCKER



so...

what you gon do?

can you not see all these eyes on you?

dressed all black let the tear gass flow in the city,

karma gonna runnup on you heavy no pity,

no quarter, just slaughter motherfucker,

we stronger outnumberd, out gunned, but the drum aint stopping,

if I die, then I die, it's a eye for a eye...

I'ma take you all with me

witness me and say goodbye...



BURN IT DOWN, BURN THE CITY TO THE GROUND

YOU WILL FUCKING HEAR ME NOW

NO SURRENDER IS MY VOW

YOU CAN MASSACRE THE MASSES BUT FROM ASHES WE ARE BIRTHED

ISSUE IN A WHOLE KNEW ERA WHIPE YOU OFF THIS FUCKING EARTH

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

LETS TEAR IT DOWN

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

IT'S COMING DOWN

Comes Around

prod @slvg420

lemmie set the record straight,
you a basket case sucker,
fuck a record deal, let the record show,
I don't fuck around with stupid little kids on some stupid shit,
clout sucking dick riding smucks on some goofy shit,


I'm just tryna get the bag,
all you want is puss,
I've been out here getting bad,
while you smoking kush,
little white boys wearing black all you fuckers lame,
come and find me in the void where my demons hang...

 
no way, you aint slang no AK,
no way, you aint getting paid, paid,
fucking fake, go and get your fate straight,
or you'll end up on the dash like you tay k

how you hate a snitch when you snitching on yourselves?
all your heroes dead you should go and wish em well,
flip inside a second if they stuck you in a cell,
how the mighty fell might as well take the L...

rotting out your karma
as I permeate, 
do away with all the drama,
exterminate,
as I pervade the universe of your manic state,
take you to a better place than the pearly gates,
look away,
look away ,
but you can't just look away,
here to stay, now I got you in my mental state,
let it fade, let me take you further down the way,
down the left hand way....

you can't just deny what your hearing,
catch your breath feel your chest still fleeing,
fling a fucker through the void of his ego,
on the other side I'll be waiting greeting,

chaos,
fake the fame for an eon,
begone,
not a day not a dime not a demon,
ask the mirror mirror fairest in the region,
bringing legions to allegiance, in a seance,
see son, I been tryna speak some,
rerun feel the vibrating in your skull so evil,
who am I? bloodshot terrified creature,
pay no mind when my eyes don't see ya...

real eyes realise lies,
sick to the soul no vibes,
rise...
I can make a blood-bag fly first try...
levitate your brain no parlour,
on my honour, no amour,
shots ring watch me stop all em,
call em up, ring up quick and charge em,
fuck getting caught no caution,
brain fog fades into strange distortion,
mortified man with a mind not all his,
all this rumble in the crypt so lawless...
take out your click no coup,
straight out the primal soup,
left like a corpse in the boot,
I am the faceless fool,
I walk a path less looped,
walk with me, walk with me too...
I'll show you, I'll show you truth...
fuck your collective I'm through...

Fuck Ur Kollective (prod. SLVG)

get it all back when you wake up fazed,
sick of those days when you act insane no pay no play,
bitch I'm just broke not brave,
jump in the thick no save,
I got a go...
Don't look back on the road,
left that shit back home,
c'mon make me feel bold,
I got tricks of my own,
old dog with a new bone...
I could never pivot I'm in it to win it
punching past the limit so livid I'm living,
you could've really had it all,
now you ready to settle for really anything at all...
bitch better rep your set,
go ahead place your bets,
pump your chest,
better yet raise your fist,
make em all hear that shit,
say you ain't sick of it,
little boy you a man now picture it,
no innocence left just wickedness,
cold indifference,
mind so villainous,
leave no witnesses...
always keep it steady you the man now,
nothing left to do but throw them hands now...
If they want beef say fuck em
if the want smoke say fuck em
IF they wanna go say fuck em
if they talk shit say fuck em
always stay low stay ducking
if they play games say fuck em
if they drop names say fuck em
if they throw shade say fuck em
always stay cold stay strutting
If they want beef say fuck em

fuck em,
a'int nobody  tell me nothing,
fuck around and end up bluffing 
you a snake little bitch go ahead say something,
you should really know your place,
come face to face with the the hands of fate,
I'm a man bred from hate, 
already dead,
what do you think you could say?

yeah okay bitch,
I do not speak your language,
you cannot say my name bitch,
you and me we not the same bitch,

always keep it steady you the man now,
nothing left to do but throw them hands now

If they want beef say fuck em
if the want smoke say fuck em
IF they wanna go say fuck em
if they talk shit say fuck em
always stay low stay ducking
if they play games say fuck em
if they drop names say fuck em
if they throw shade say fuck em
always stay cold stay strutting
If they want beef say fuck em

If They Want Smoke (prod anywaywellbeats)

Poltergeist
Watch your back 
Watch your front
Suicide
Check the map
Check the trunk
Heavens gate
Freshest kicks 
Body count
Get a grip
Wash your hands
Watch your mouth
I just pull up disconnect
Don't know everybody knows it 
What the fuck did you expect?
Yeah my karma kinda potent
Making waves in a different way
Focus on the motion
What you know about a phase 
Bitch I'm always staying broken...


Poltergeist 
Pray to Christ
Check it twice
Right or wrong
Live or die
Nothing nice

Cursed myself
Now I'm blessed 
Heaven sent
What percent?
One percent
What's the bet
In and out
Do it quick 
Never mind
Run and hide
All my lies
On my mind


What you think?
I could end up in the drink
Watch me sink
Puking pills up in the sink
Need a shrink
Bubble wrap
Almost fun to pop
What's the math
Mix and match
Pick me one I gotta run


So sick of all the drama
The bla bla bla bla bla
Just spare me all the bother
Hahahahahaha

Speaking tounges
Count the words
That's a clue
Sniffing glue
Sudden slurr
Who are you? 
Max it out
Check the drip
I'm impressed
What's the rest
What is next?

Nothing yet


Poltergeist 
Pray to Christ
Check it twice
Right or wrong
Live or die
Nothing nice

BRUXISM

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