Fuuuuuuck, I love this! I want more stuff like this

Bruxism Bro, Don't Ever Stop Bro, Keep The Shit Up 🤘🇲🇽🤘

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Perfection. No other words to describe it.

MY SIX SHOOTER IS MY ONLY FRIEND!

This is how it is, again.
Prod: @sneaky_haxor

lyrics:
Charging you bitches it feel like a bonsai
Pop on that tab and they look at me cross eyed
Focus my tention the tension is on sight
Feast in the famine demand from the top high

Uh
Now I been feeling like hog ties
Chop out the rope take the lock off the glock 9
Don't fuck with hope cuz you all blind
Ruin you slow now I feel like the frostbite

I got a lot to think about
Too many thought they bring me down
Too many clocks is ticking out
Too many pots, to piss in now

Most high Fuck around flip where the rest hang
Nother round loaded in the clip w the best aim
never gonna gonna make it out the pit it's depressing
Ima go and burn another bridge if they testy

Tasting the ends
While you playing pretend
Gotta holster the feelings
To face it again
I can't make up a story
To save what is said
So I keep the mouth shut
Ain't no fables for Brett

Overpowered
Leave the soul devoured
Iike a rebid beast
Approach the hopeless hour
Catch me loaded up
We leaving holes in cowards
Keepin 40's tucked
So we be totin power

Get defensive
Fuck your clique is deaded
Gotta massive grippin
On the Smith & Wesson
Fuck a witnesses fibbin
We gon get to shreddin
To the fucking pit
I'm hearing whispers dreaded

CROSS EYED [PROD. SNEAKY]

-ARTIST NAMES APPEAR IN ORDER-

-CREDITS-
prod by: SVNX
mixed by: Stemodity
cover art: Stemodity

-ARTIST PAGES-
Tox: @makeshiftheaven
Stemodity: @stemodity
Yung Geeko: @yunggeeko
BRUXISM: @xbruxismx
CANNXN: @cannxnishurt


-LYRICS-
everything feels so melancholic
(yuh)
am i trippin out?
its the best thing since sliced bread
(is that normal)
(yeah)
anyways

(Tox)
if they wanna fuck with an army 

i got more than one shot keep it on me

cause i keep 2k like ronnie 

cant fuck with a bitch like gandhi

and if they wanna fuck with an army 

i got more than one shot keep it on me

cause i keep 2k like ronnie 

cant fuck with a bitch like gandhi


(Stemodity)
Got an army on me, if you want a war you better back up off me
Been a fiend for the 'ffeine and I'm mean when I wan' be
Attack of the Clones; All you rappers carbon copy
I'm the milk man, once I cum then I'm gone
Lotta trouble on my mind, but your games ain't some
Pump drugs in my blood til the pain go numb
And I won't get enough til I say that I'm done
Got a deep inhibition inhibiting my decisions
No calm 
Can't sleep at night, slept wrong on my arm
Geez, mind ain't right, might need to take a pause
looking guiltless with the blood on my claws and my paws and my arms and my knees
and its really hard to see when i take too far what we all do a little bit with ease
step to we you gonna see what it means to meet defeat


(Tox)
if they wanna fuck with an army 

i got more than one shot keep it on me

cause i keep 2k like ronnie 

cant fuck with a bitch like gandhi

and if they wanna fuck with an army 

i got more than one shot keep it on me

cause i keep 2k like ronnie 

cant fuck with a bitch like gandhi


(Yung Geeko)
You so tense like "AT ATTENTION!", fuck the wall im hopping fences. 
See your boys, they all defenseless, dig their graves while digging trenches. 

Feel like PMC, kill shit for currency. Ya`ll gon fucking cease, OD on triple Cs

You know, spray halls, spray walls. Your pals got got, pass on, jay walk 

Whats that, talk smack, fuck that, elite, you beat, fail hard. Aha

Talk Gats, Id Guess, Like Wess? Want Stress? No Test, AR, ER

You down, you clown. One man, fight me, an army, not on par 


(Tox)
if they wanna fuck with an army 

i got more than one shot keep it on me

cause i keep 2k like ronnie 

cant fuck with a bitch like gandhi

and if they wanna fuck with an army 

i got more than one shot keep it on me

cause i keep 2k like ronnie 

cant fuck with a bitch like gandhi


(BRUXISM)
get the fuck out my way ayy
I am not your cliche okay? okay
I got things on the way
I got shit left to say some day some say
rubber stains on the street crash whips off a kick 
n drive shift off shit 
bitch you play steam with your clique no clicks
    shit bricks while we shift bricks
 off of ketmine I'm vetting demons venting at the walls
you a kiddie with a script tryna wall clip nah 
uninstalled with a couple of pills to face
rcs your bitch cant prounce ask hang okay?  
we asleep at the top of the stair case
wanna top it? topple down n taste bloodstains

living toxic off the sawed taste

lucky got a switch that he keeping on him always

DGP riding uber to the scene sell it clean 
no cuts you still stuck yall counting out beans
we got everything you need
yeah I mean everything


(CANNXN)
If they wanna fuck with an army 

Tote an HK and it’s really on me 

Yeah I feel like dirty laundry 

Told em they wanna fuck with an army

ARMY (Ft. CANNXN)

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

shit gets weird

ft.
https://soundcloud.com/fenrirprod
https://soundcloud.com/kill_dyll

prod.
https://soundcloud.com/akvri
https://soundcloud.com/backoffjames

art.
https://soundcloud.com/c3of

lyrics:
Head smashed on the concrete 
Red casing 
I cant feel my own heartbeat 
Lead Tracing 
Its a blood pact 
Got a fat stack 
Imma run it back like its mad max

waste of my time like a disney land ride
paint my car with a hundred little spots
face full of guilt let the running man rot
paint my walls with a hundred little clots

i take a look around the place
you just a slug in aerospace
another head inside my database
you write yo lines in uppercase
a faggot on the internet
i swear to god he's intimate
can barely list the alphabet
and they're you're biggest silhouette

my entire body's itching
im loosing all my feeling
my mental's going missing
and everyone's against me
saddle bout a midi once the philli boy roll
sadness on her grin once a face won't roll
never find a pie but the bitch find gold
tickle that body wit another one sold

Coven ft. Fenrir & Kill Dyll (prod. akvri & killjames)

Spin your shit I'm hiding in the cupboards, 
Take the sip from the whiskey glass,
Bite your tongue but still eat your supper,
Randy Orton I'll rip off the mask,
Force your dick but still kiss your mother, 
In my sights, yeah, I've set the task,
Tap tap boom and maybe another, 
Promise inside your blood I will bask,

I put a lot into preserving faith for you got my heart broken and now i'm a wreck,
Every day, nothing change, still wanna blow my brains,
someone please tell me the fuck is on deck?

And if its not clear, your toys ill be choking,
Like teddy bears in preschools, I'll rip your stitches open,
And set fire to your life, just see them barbies smokin,
I'll Perkins you with a knife, and watch your stuffing flowing,

Now you're at ease, as-salamu lake em,
Master of chief just watch how I'm bake em,
Think I'm from Harlem the way that I'm shake em,
Shook by lightning twice now fly just like Raiden, 
Back, forward, punch, I pew pew like ray gun,
Oops forgot lunch, I'll chew you like laser,
Something tastes foul and looks like tomato,
Spit that shit out and stomp, see you later,

Master of cards got a trick up your sleeve,
Got me stuck in the web of the lies that you weave,
Crawling I'm sprawling that shits so appalling but by God I swear that your cries fill my sheets,
Maybe its hopeless, maybe time that I need,
I can't seem to swallow that you had to leave,
Still see your face lose its light as you bleed, 
Still see him cowering, coping his deeds,

And if you have a god,
You should pray to em, 
Run in feel like John Wick, bring the flame screw em,
You'd think I'm your babushka the way I keep on stewing,
I'm cooking up with the spirits, that wormwood absinthe brewin,

I'm running out my mind, 
And running out of time,

Can't you see that you're as broken too,
Can't you see I'm long long gone and still the clock ticks down to doom,
All for you,
Feel my blood hit the poison, 
And get ready to go,
Go,
Go,
Go, fuck.

Oppscotch

Guitars for this track done by @oscarfriman on INSTAGRAM, CHECK HIM OUT

We can talk about Venezuela,
trade tips on medication,
you can talk about the micro dose effect,
get a stupid tattoo of your sun sign on your chest,

ring around the issues and complain about a wall,
plant a fucking bomb in the middle of the mall,
you think human life is work...
I THINK HUMANS I THINK DIRT

I don't really feel any empathy,
ghost of a dead democracy,
go count cash in electric cars,
bill it to your daddy cuz you never passed the bar...

CUZ YOU HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY
HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY
HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY
HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY

EAT THE VEGANS

bickering and fighting on Instagram,
tweet about pollution in your new sedan,
we should send you off to the Taliban,
build a safe space in Afghanistan,
FILTHY FUCKING COMMUNIST SCUMBAG,
I am not your motherfucking comrade,
you don't care about the history or the truth,
we need mass vasectomies starting with YOU

CUZ YOU HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY
HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY
HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY
HATE YOURSELF
HATE EVERYBODY

EAT THE VEGANS

Eat The Vegans

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RT7RNJPkgWA

there's a corpse in my head,
I do what he says,
counting out the bodies while I'm out here making bread,
it's a test,
only just a test,
every day cold feel the winter in my chest,

fucking with my set,
living on a bet,
bet you think twice,
or we might get direct,
tiny fucking edge... 	
living life impaired,
swoop on that life,
that's a fight to the death...

YOU CAN COME AND SAY YOUR PRAYERS
CUZ THE CITY IS DEAD...
IT'S REALLY FUCKING WITH MY HEAD
CUZ MY CITY IS DEAD...
IT'S HARD TO MAKE IT OUT OF BED
WHEN THE CITY IS DEAD...
YOU CAN HEAR THE FUCKING BELLS
CUZ THE CITY IS DEAD

DEAD

yeah this city is dead!
and you'd do well to make amends...
so weak don't sleep where we sin,
no running, from the lives of the dead it's a fact,
but I'm born with that something that you lack,
MOTHERFUCKER
do something,
get stunting,
fuck running,
always waiting round for nothing,
you a slave to a maze like a rat in a rut,
I'm amazed that your days in the trap ain't enough,
from the cradle to the dust, like worthless fuck,
from the morning to the dusk, you a worthless schmuck,
get the fuck out the city cuz the city asleep,
you awake motherfucker does your heart even beat?
don't confuse your fucking apathy with anything more than a tragedy, 
it's not a fantasy it's fucking reality,
this your chance to make that blasphemy magically cure your agony, 
irrationally you would rather worship the travesty...

The City Is Dead (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Getting drunk on the back of the bus,
another sip and I might throw up,
I'm seeing double at the ATM,
double digits for a single sin,
sink or swim? I think I'll float,
I see them laughing but I don't get the joke...
one more drink, I think I'll choke,
it's either this or a double and a rope,
do you think that you know the type?
on that old dog, new trick life,
I'm just a dog with a urge to feed,
so lend a hand and fulfill my need...

CUZ I'M GOOD FOR IT BUT IT'S BAD FOR ME

I'm that motherfucker with a baggie for my supper,
sucker for a fucking upper what the fuck...
bitch I'm blacking out the sun with my motherfucking habits,
turn the money into baggage,
and the baggage into funk

FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK
WHERE THE FUCK DID THE TIME GO?

Good For It

RAID

Did something happen?
Featuring @xbruxismx
Produced by @istasha
art by @c3of

[BRUXISM]
Nothing left to save you from wrath of all your Karma

Drill inside your head injecting poison like I'm dhalmer

You so fucking stupid that you make me wanna vomit

Call it what you wanna call it that's a promise

No !

I've had enough!

Fuck!

I just wanna see you fucking rot

Ahh

No!

I've had enough!

Fuck you

Don't talk to me don't trust you

Fuck you

I could really do without it promise

Will you just do me a solid

And think about it just honestly

Why the fuck are you constantly

So obsessed with apologies

Why you wanna be wannabes

Wanna another commodity

Just to feed your economy

Bitch I'm sick of it

All your little rules and your polices

From the dirt you came

to the dirt you go

Get down motherfucker down it's about to blow

[LORD DISTORTION]

got my Face down
In a pile of the mufukin gears
Put your key board down, and the virus in the sphere
Artificial ain't no vitamins and minerals
That Big shot on him in the vitals and its critical

Dirt cogging
Bitch i Put computers
On the earth's sockets
Curb stomping
Industry
Them analytics skyrocket
Eyes on the pipe
Crack synthesized
To cybotics
Stem cells
Screeching
For the pleasures hold the mind hostage

got tracks around the scene but they can never get a placement ever been a thing sowe gon bring it to the basics
Grinding on my teeth until my jaw becoming vacant
Take away his image and he feeling very naked

Dirty slimy piece of all the garbage and the sewer
Cucka build up cock it back and hit the longest for the viewer
Users flocking to the surface. Put the croc up in the cooter
Shoulda coulda woulda boy we scoffing at the loser

Get down in the dirt bitch face your time
You gotta drown in your thirst to find your way to the light
Hopping out of this earth, to find his way to the light

You have no one
Bitch you having nothing
Please dont you show up
Get from out the cut g
Please fuck your tone up
You ain't ever pleasing
Me, make him throw up
Punt him out the fucking scene

Good For It

BRUXISM

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