this song is fucking peak B did his shit frfr

Mouth

Often lost inside my thoughts and how I let it get this far
Blossoming my coping into splitting pills apart
Please kill my liver, break my heart just pull the trigger, end it all
Anger anchoring me to go get the fucking saw
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
Im appalled, hold your applause
I turned his brain, his guts, his blood to applesauce
And What it cost? Nothing at all 
Wicked shit the kid did hear yo fucking call, dont get involved
Im at the mosque and something’s off
Burn it down and leave the rest to mock
The smell of rot fills the block
They think its just the sewer but its not
Pop a lock and bodies drop
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone
From the coast
East side where the weak die, send these felines running home
Silhouettes in treelines, they suspended by a rope 
Hellbound where Ill head now, bear a tainted heavy soul
A let down thats been lead down to a brand new low
Bitch Im grabbing at the switchblade, you’ll be grabbing at yo throat
You cant elaborate, you twitching, pissing half way down yo clothes
I cant feel bad for none of you bitches, karma happy to kick my door
Demi savage in the mix Im blitz so please dont hit my phone

There's Snakes In The Weeds And They’re Biting

Hosted by @scream.rap on instagram
Stream: https://vyd.co/ScorchedEarth2

Buy SCORCHED EARTH 2

ROCKET SCIENCE! (prod. CRMSYN)

Collab with @Fkbambam

prod. @sulferdubstep , @fkbambam , Lord Gasp , @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

artwork by Buvard & Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS



(Lord Gasp)

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to your dental

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to your dental


(Fkbambam)

Off a bean moving like a weekend at Bernie’s 
Beat it down her legs shakey now she need a gurney 
You showing straps on live need an attorney
Need my money like right now I’m in a hurry

Big bag on me my money colossal
Put a hole through you bigger than a pothole 
Pop out underneath you from the ground in a foxhole 
Imma have to turn you to a fossil

I was in Shibuya with a shooter he a drop hoes
Mfers beefing faking friendships I don’t want those 
Back it up she got a tonka truck it made me drop loads 
Beating up her booty clapping cheeks like playing bongos

Imma take ya soul peel your flesh out of your eyelids
For my peace leave you deceased bringing violence 
How you giving out advice as a nihilist
Talking too loud lights out hush silence

(lord gasp)

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to the dental

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to the dental

The fifties in my paws look bloody
The fit match the canada racks burgundy
water on the neck, big quarry
the carrion smell when i walk by

I believe we got that shit
Yea you cannot match the novelty

honcho, venom
hearts chrome on the denim
back broke, had the scene on my tailbone for a minute

catch a glimpse of my ether
on my dolo shit and still dropping heaters
duff on me, walkin round like a hiker
-cut ties, like im swinging a cleaver
Gasp from the gutter bitch

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to the dental

Pendulum (with Fkbambam)

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

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

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?

All Hail The King

with @fkbambam

produced by @nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
mix/rec by Lord Gasp

LYRICS :

(Lord Gasp)

in the cut, out the mix like a bad batch,
boy you movin’ goofy, you the type to get your bag snatched.
lab rat, popped me out the womb and fed my ass tabs
Put me down, i’ll be back , pull up on you , bambam

(Fkbambam)

Got a freak hoe gimme dome 
Doing a handstand
Im like juicy jay up in the club she do her band dance
Came outta dirt. crawled my way out of the quick sand,
Flaunting what im wanting we gon take it you get ransacked

(lord gasp)

lifes a bitch ive let her venom in
Invite her in
I fucked the devil , insiminate her face
Its in my veins
no Vitamin can fix my sinner brain
Disintegrate you bony sack 
The hollow points , the body bag and everything


(fkbambam)

Labels tryna buy my swag, it’s not for sale
You quit and only worked for three whole days yeah you’re bound to fail
Damn your ass retarded how the fuck you slower than a snail
Cross my ass like Jesus, pin right through your hands with metal nails 


(lord gasp)

Big bank all ,blue faces like they holdin’ breath,
Gave that boy a dub, he ran off, now he owe his fuckin death.
I be with them steppers, but they quiet, ain’t no show and tell,
Catch him talkin’ crazy, he gon’ fold like an open mail.


(hook - lord gasp and fkbambam)

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place



(fkbambam)

made it outta nothing i ain’t got no mob ties
messing with the fam you gon’ end up hog tied
Hit em up, freeze up leave ya stuck, terrorize
Shocked to see me creeping out 
But I know I don’t look surprised




(lord gasp)

Whole life flashing, his homies bout to pick his scraps
Pick yo shoes up fore my shooter make the metal clap
Pick his loot up like the riches do the middle class
redneck, call me lil bluegrass


(fkbambam)

Scare the hoes like Danny Brown
I think she had a heart attack
Even with no excercice
my numbers doing jumping jacks
Bambam, calm down
They said my whole life
Early like i’m Folgers
moving boulders like a landslide


(lord gasp)

Gone in a puff
My whole circle smoked quick
Never trust none , fuck with no bluff bitch
Stick to yo senses,  never missin maths
Put numbers in, really
Plus im really bout my swag


(hook - lord gasp and fkbambam)

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place



Lab Rat (with Fkbambam)

Produced by me.

Lyrics :

turn this gridlock to a stain 
I caught his driver from the right side 
broke my back to make
what they snort in a line 
I leave them wide eyed
coming for they necks 
all disrespect 
they feeling like it’s fright night 
at attention 
like a soldier
red October 
I kill the zeitgeist 

live from the red 
everybody sticking to me 
like a roach
or the feds
got them thinking that 
I’m tripping 
got my foot up on the ledge
all these dumb mother fuckers
can’t see
I got my foot up on they necks

blood in the wreck 
crash dummy on the pavement 
every single thing that I been saying 
is a statement 
guts re-arranging
how they like it
open wide baby 
gully spit and they excited

I got no time today 
I feel impatient 
get out ya seat 
shakes hands with your replacement 
pretty little suit and tie
for the hang man
shake while you still can 
everybody’s waiting

I got not time to waste
I feel amazing
up on the stage
I caught what I been chasing 
hand me the rope
it got my heart raising
smile while I still can
am I your favourite?

I feel desperate 
I need cash I need a hundred fucking racks
when my pockets empty 
when I know I need to get that back
little something in my bag
head to toe I’m dressed in black
army boots and balaclavas
turn this mansion to Iraq 

turn this gridlock to a stain 
I caught his driver from the right side 
broke my back to make
what they snort in a line 
I leave them wide eyed
coming for they necks 
all disrespect 
they feeling like it’s fright night 
at attention 
like a soldier
red October 
I kill the zeitgeist 

live from the red 
everybody sticking to me 
like a roach
or the feds
got them thinking that 
I’m tripping 
got my foot up on the ledge
all these dumb mother fuckers
can’t see
I got my foot up on they necks
blood in the wreck 
crash dummy on the pavement 
every single thing that I been saying 
is a statement 
guts re-arranging
how they like it
open wide baby 
gully spit and they excited

Live From The Red

Electric and ancient. Psychedelic, distorted, wah-wah guitars. A raw energetic expression of.... Energy that flows from the campfire to the quasar, and everywhere else... 

Sick Thoughts

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