POPSTAR By Reap, Eryxse, Young Hollow, & Zodiac Killers

ZODIAC KILLERS
https://www.instagram.com/zodiackillerzzz/

Reap's Socials
https://www.instagram.com/reapkills/

YOUNG HOLLOW's socials
https://www.instagram.com/younghollowbaby  

My socials
Youtube: https://youtube.com/c/eryxse
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/eryxse
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/eryxse
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6imt6WsSJ4CsmGIynup4wW
Itunes: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/eryxse/1551347360
^^THESE ARE MY ONLY SOCIALS!^^

POPSTAR

POPSTAR (ALICIA KEYS)

ELEVEN ANGELS
THEY WANT ME TURNIN GREY MAMA
SENDIN THREATS UP TO MY BROTHER OUT THE STAIRS LIKE WASSUP 
I KEPT ON FUCKIN WITH DEVIL IMA SAY WHAT I WANT
I TOLD EM GIMME WHAT YOU GOT ILL LET YOU BOIL IN BLOOD

IM IN TO ROTTEN NAGASAKI BOMBIN ROCKIN WITH ABOMINATIONS
HOLLA OFF OF THAT VODKA WITH A REDBULL
IM ELATED 
BITE DOWN LIL MAMA I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MISSIN 
DROP YO BLOOD DOWN ON A SIGIL WHILE I RECITE INCANTATIONS

TAKE A LOT I TAKE IT OFTEN AINT NO TELLIN WHERE IM AT
THATS AN AWFUL LOT OF PROBLEMS KEEP MY HEART EMOJI BLACK
I DONE TOLD YOU BOUT MY POSTURE KEEP IT STEPPIN WITH SOME CLASS
BEEN A HEATHEN SINCE FOREVER NOW I CHARTER ALL OF MY FACTS

DEVASTATION
LET THE FLAME FLICKER TO THE BEST SELLER 
BREAK LETTERS 
AINT NO HELEN KELLER I SPIT ANY WEATHER
SICK FELLA
I CAN DO IT BETTER WATCH EM GETTIN FED UP
WAKIN UP WITH A FEVER SMOKIN UP DUST OF ANY COLOR

NONE AMONG US
I THINK YOU PUSHED THE NUMBERS ENOUGH
LET IT GO I KNOW YOU TRIPPIN OUT THE CANON YOU CUT
THE STATS CALL IT 
IM WAY BEYOND THE BEST THAT YOU GOT
AND ILL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU FALL OFF ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP

BLACK FUNGUS IN MY LIVER HOPE YOU AINT AFRAID TO ROT
PUT ME IN AN INSTITUTION BUT I STILL BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS
SICK MEDULA OBLONGATA FILL MY BODY UP WITH WOP
OFF THAT FETTI GETTIN PETTY ACCUSTOMED TO THROWIN SHOTS

BLOODY HANDS MY PALMS HAD BEEN GRIPPIN DOPE
BETTER PUSH UP ON A STANCE 
GOD KNOCKIN AT THE DOOR
I BEEN LOOKIN FOR THE LANCE 
BASILICA NEVER KNOWN
BOY YOUR VISION MUST BE FADED TO THINK THAT THEY SAVIN SOULS

FROM THE BACK OF MY BLADE 
TO THE DOPE I SMOKE
TAKE MY GRACE
FROM THE SINS I SEW
THIS ANA AINT A PHASE
WITH THE SON OF SAM TONE
I BEEN CHALKING OUT YOUR PRAISE 
CHECK YOUR HALO AT THE DOOR

HEATHEN (prod. ARAGOTH)

BACK 2 BUSINESS FT. BLACKWILL & PYRXCRIED (PROD. $NOW & BERTO)

NAUSEAM

written & performed by @blckbrds & @mobbsradical999
produced by Zepelin
engineered by @tumaggz

UP THE RIVER

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

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

BRUXISM