MAD! (W/ TONEJUSTDIED) [PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE]

KNØTTZ - RULE OF SWiNE

Some new songs some from years ago
Alot more in store you whore enjoy
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MAIN ARTIST: ZILLVH
FEATURES: SXNOROUS & Skreigh
PRODUCER: Mathiastyner

DON’T BOTHER ME! (W/ SXNOROUS & Skreigh) (Prod. Mathiastyner)

OL grimey ass
OL trifflin ass
OL stupid ass
OL faggot ass

A Sexual
I'm a lightweight cum
I don't need them pumps
Brain 1v1
I don't need that foreplay
(i dont give a fuck, just make it move)
Like sexual Valet
Interweb made busting
another easy fkn backway
Intel got me thinking
Trapped up at night
Waking up to a climax
Start days off right.

Microscopic Chips
Trapped inside my dick
Extend me like a clip
make me burst off rip
(dude)
Imagine sex is oooooold
Get shit done like whooooaaaa
Sex with more controoooool

A Sexual
(OL grimey ass)
I'm a lightweight cum
(OL trifflin ass)
I don't need them pumps
(OL stupid ass)
Brain 1v1

Mo4n 4 M3 (PROD. XTRAORDINARXX.X)

Lyrics:


DEADHEAD:
Yuh Spin that track with my gang 
We don't fuck around 
Walk up on my block
Pussy nigga
We gon gun em down
Screamin I got hit
Zip it up
Like yo body bag
Ion give a fuck
We get lit
And then I break her back 

I ain't need a gun to kill em
Write his name cuz I'ma shinigami 
Hoe I see right through you wit these eyes
I Know u tryna copy
But yo ass not me and you ain't ever gon be shit 
Bitch 
I let the tommy rip he bleeding on the pavement 

I ain't heard my mother's voice in bout three months
Why y'all lie bout not having sumn to lean on
i ain't know why I hang wit u lame fucks
I'd Risk it all to kill you nigga
No subpoena

Bitch Id
Cut yo head off
Decapitate the head of the state 
Let me feel a fucking fraction of their citizens pain
Watch family fucking perish while their taxes pay snakes 
Bitch Id rather live in a prison than to die as slave
ion wanna line the pockets of a cheapskate 
Go ahead and kill me but they can't erase my name Sacrifice yo children while they hide behind the pizza gate 
My future murder was hired by the deepstate

HEXXXED:

I feel like Johnny Blaze
Bitch I'm bound by the flames
Reckless renegade
Smoke yo homies to the face bitch 
Been broken since birth
Tell my mom this ain't a phase shit
Talking to me stupid 
you gon end up with a face lift
Pussy, money, murder on my mind
Every day bitch 
Roll a hundred blunts and then I-
(idk what he said) 
Let the K rip
Hollows hit his body leave em spinnin
Like a train flip
Bag em up and butcher up his carcass 
In the basement 
Drifting down the block I whip that Z
Just like a spaceship 
Katana runnin, shotty spin that fucker
Leave yo brain split 

Woah
Bitch I'm dropping curses 
Pullin up and approaching in blacked out hearses 


DEADHEAD:

Yuh Spin that track with my gang 
We don't fuck around 
Walk up on my block
Pussy nigga
We gon gun em down
Screamin I got hit
Zip it up
Like yo body bag
Ion give a fuck
We get lit
And then I break her back 

I ain't need a gun to kill em
Write his name cuz I'ma shinigami 
Hoe I see right through you wit these eyes
I Know u tryna copy
But yo ass not me and you ain't ever gon be shit 
Bitch 
I let the tommy rip he bleeding on the pavement




ZIP IT UP w/HEXXXED [Prod.Tairem]

Let me die faster, nothing really matters, heart been on a platter, my life been disaster, cranium shattered, my brain matter scattered, fuck what comes after, stab me with my back turned
Tryna recall happiness or how it shouldve felt
and it doesn’t ring a bell
Ive been feeling this way back before 2012
I hope you find some peace yourself
I’ve been tryna find the piece that’s gone send me to hell
From this life I finally bail I guess, I guess I won’t live to tell
I meant, I meant can you put me on the shelf? 
Do you think that I could be helped? The only thing that holds my head high is the belt
Hows the motherfucking room smell? After a few weeks of Missing all they think what can we sell? Whats his email? I need every single detail, let me take what’s valuable, you know that he won’t be here 
Start to see clear, but only on my death bed can I say Ive seen fear and not from me dear
Got you Shocked you seen my body its like headlights to deer
I’ve been waiting my whole life and now it’s time the ends near
Dont shed me fake tears, over my body dont copy, prolly forget about me its mere, please let me disappear

Remembrance of the Ghost Boy

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)

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

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people
They don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when
Just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face
I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face

Crash Out

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?

Digital Pollution (Intro)

BRUXISM

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