MAIN ARTIST: ZILLVH
FEATURES: SXNOROUS & Skreigh
PRODUCER: Mathiastyner

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

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoDisaster
prod. Michael Link

Lyrics:
I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Yeah we rock 'em and roll 'em up 
About this I'm not joking like I actually swear to God
Once they say that its up in the the sky and its fully stuck
They want be in the block I pull my cock out and tell 'em suck 
Without a feature you won't make it? 
Boy I don't give a fuck
Bitch you gotta pay for this dick to get fully up 
Lowkey im a slave for the tits and the koolie but (butt)
It Ian;t about the pay so I truly don't know about it 
My AR hit from range 
I bring the pain to these motherfuckers
They think that I'm insane I'm killing hoes by the dozens 
I like to chop it up in bundles 
Call 'em blood like my fucking cousin 
And I just killed another and another your mothers brother even know the name 
Boy im OG like your fuckin uncle 
Tell me what my knuckles smell like
Belt the buckle hold pipe up 
Snake fucks put this venom in em like viper 
Light work cut they power off no LIPA 

I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

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I'll Come Back 2 Haunt You

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. 
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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

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

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

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

Grabbing the swords for war, blood soaked floors
Of course, absorb horned headed demons from the ouija board
Hit Ouijaboy whats the reason for? This illusion disillusioned the solutions abhorrent
When it rains its pouring, plan your death employ it
Eat people thru Soylent, fuck living with these peasants, forewarned new poison
Black Magic Whorer Movie for my sick enjoyment
Got a clip appointment itching to deliver slivers size of a coin 
Whats that noise? Click, hotter than some porridge, horrid, all you fuckers annoying
Human life I strife with its pointless
I drop bombs, dont carry em
My thoughts delirium 
6 feet to bury him
Wood box to carry him
Rag wrapped like Syrian
Find the root, mycelium
Lose a tooth or cranium
Bitch im hard, vibranium
Boy you not, hilarious
Antichrist vicarious
Ouijaboy the scariest
Know you cant be serious
No you wont get near to this
Hear my flow? Meticulous
But Im still kinda new to this and no I dont do no tutoring bitch
Shoulda woulda coulda motherfucker but you won’t though
Innocent of innocence, and ina sense a villain hoe
The difference is insolence, you end up residential home
Horns up like an antelope, the New World Order scapegoat 
Float home, you dug yourself a hole
Arm and leg be the price to save yo soul
On the low, addicted to prescription bitch we know Im a scumbag I deserve death row 
Cogs missings, need a rewire, breathing retire, got my thoughts tripping, mental anguish, growing painless with my saw spinning, lowered on yo face, now yo jaw ripping awaken where the demons play
Weightless statements every word is baseless
Aimless swing the blade dont get to close you faceless
Brainless ass motherfucker, corpse nameless
Shameless, fucking with the ouija you courageous 
I taste the blood in my teeth if he dissing its sneak
Its straight fuck your beliefs, drop a tab underneath
Knee deep as I creep in the swamp and the creek
Sleep deep underneath set the haunted ones free
Im dishonest wont pass the gas off this chronic
Immodest my clique toxic the stick vomit
Missing mobbing we dominate bout everybody
A drugged up zombie with flesh rotting, the blood clotting
My shadow stretches to dark places it starts at hades
The hollow deadman with wretched stenches but can you blame me?
The cannabis just smells like piss I hit the lottery
My conglomerates shattering skulls, pottery
Reaching from their shackles, demons reaping tabernacles
From the darkness to your mind, evil creatures start to cackle
Creeping in the shadows you can find me on the gallows 
Leeching off the cattle feel no peace until I dabble

Digital Pollution (Intro)

BRUXISM