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Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by CJack (FKA @sectunit)
Engineered by @tumaggz

SNAKES AND LADDERS

LYRICS:
Throw shade but the bitch smoke butta
Stickin' up on my body like baby I know you wanna get down
With the same thing big shot stunna
Rope tied baby Imma hang til the game cut down
Pussy muthafucka can't hold me
I'mma get high til the day I fuckin OD
Please stop talking bout a needle like a trophy
Ain't nobody better than Revy you can't hold me
Bitch I'mma, low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down
Low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down

I'mma hit em with the whole thing baby I'mma
Get paid when I get paid, run up on a
Big name with the chump change give it to em
I ain't with the yap, they pussy now give it back like
Hit em with the crack they cough up another K
Pull the blade up out the bag and they got nothing to say
I tell em you don't know the half get the fuck out the way
I cut the dope with the razor, flick it I'mma take off

You gettin mad cuz I passed ya, lookin like a bastard
Trappin out the telly I got money in my mattress
Thirty five tip a bitch I tell her I'm her master
Five one six in your wrist get blasted
It's fuckin too late my bitch take
Ana when I make her say
Revy do it better better watch the way I'm throwin shade
I'm fuckin so high my wrist liable get cut
Talkin out your capillary fetty make a pussy duck
Gra-ta-ta-ta go the sound when I drop
You a cap mothafucka stay the fuck out my spot
You try to hop on my scene they don't like what you got
I'm a god and a fiend, you just mad cuz you not
You can throw shade but it won't take to a damn lie
Stick it up on my body as if it would be the last time
Riggity boi the tech, wicked the blade I take a death
I'mma get paid the same I came to say that I'mma take the rest like
I told em watch out here I come
My vein got ripped out still gon duck
I feel like Zeta, now I'm numb
With the blade can't hang my rope tied up
I told em step back hold my dick
Who the fuck want war, who the fuck want this
I'mma drop that raw when I flick my wrist
Lil bitch throw shade I still won't miss
Gotta pay to play you can't take this
Hit em witta K I bang and get anxious
I'mma be great, I hate I must say this
Nothing but a fake, I state you can't hang with

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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