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Witchouse 40k - LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow)
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
Cover by Istasha the Scrub
747 HHM TRASH

Music Video: https://youtu.be/CH9pPM24k5g

The sky may break & fall when the masses overpower the sun, this is the truest sense of unified destruction. Fueling such a plague is a bounty of vegetation following unusually heavy rains, growth, and abundance. All new living food growth means the landscape can support a huge number of rapidly feeding insects and creatures that thrive in the dark. Together, we swarm.

LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sugszeey/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3jsxO...
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-904345686

Prod: Hoods

PICTURESQUE (Prod. Hoods)

amv: [https://youtu.be/TuG-IBkj_iU]

lyrics: 
Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired, not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Lever gun em down, I do not want peace
Sin City how I do em dirty
Got a glick with me, I could use a 30
Let my switch hit him, watch it shoot like Curry
Lil bitch

I got a bad bitch, she tryna rendezvous
I gotta blast, ray beam got a round or two
You wanna die? Say please, I got just the tool
To cut em down, 19 bodies stackin, dude
You never saw the best until you saw my Tec
My sawed off go sawin through your armored vest
You lockjaw, but honestly I'm choppin necks
The cops found the body, but without a head

I got my savages around me
Won't be caught without my strap
Keep on thumbin through the paper
Then I rummage through ya stash
Tell that boy I'll see ya later
He ain't never comin back
Cuz niggas know I got that blade
I'll cut ya tongue and let it flap

Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed
Everyone around tryna cop my steez
Never runnin down 'less I got my piece
Hella bodies found when I pop my beam
Helicopter sounds when the drop top speed

Pull up with 40, I came for the bullies
I'm bout all the smoke, I just bought me a new glock
Aim out the cage at a free man
.762 knock em back to the boondocks
Runnin em down to they coffin
They hide with the ghosts, see em turn to a dead zombie
Chalk on the ground, he get smoked
But I love make believe cuz I know that the feds watchin
Hang out the roof of the drop top
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Hit the block with a sawed off
Came with the Boogeyman, lock, shock
Smoke in the barrel, don't care if the stocks off
I ain't rockin with you pussy, you not bout that action
Leave ghosts in yo whereabouts
Came from the mud, I'm gon air it out
Bugs in his body, I'm rotten, don't wear it out

Ok, hop out my way
Watch out, I'm not down to play
I pop the glock at your face
Brought out the wraith
Pop out with blood on my blade
Laugh as I watch y'all decay
I got the K, .45, with a glock 9 semi
Gotta spray, hot iron
Got a goth thot with me
Let it rain, shots fired not a shot gon hit me
Got a opp block spinning like a top
Rot with me, nigga

cathedral ward [ft. witchouse40k] (prod. mercykill)

A Perfect & Immortal Machine (Prod. Eraze)

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

Cosmic Humility Interlude

official music video

The Thin Grey Line

prod. adjacen7

[https://youtu.be/gg5VC1-0LSs?si=aNfwXtxurAaXSqYe]
[https://li.sten.to/bludhaven]

lyrics:
Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
Keep a hunnid rounds on the bottom of the stick 
Gonna hunt him down 
When I’m runnin round the town
Gotta nother hunnid rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dug a motherfuckin ditch 
Cut a motherfucker’s throat 
Hit a motherfucker’s lid
Hit a motherfucker’s dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)


He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
He outta time 

He walkin lifeless 
I’m walkin spite 
I pull the scythe 
This shit be priceless 
But not his life 
But not his life

Ridin dolo with my chopper 
Might just fry your fiber optics 
Hide or hole up, that’s your options 
BLAKA! BLAKA! 
BLAKA! BLAKA!

I just roll up with my posse 
Tossin bodies out the Mazi 
Rollin thunder like I’m Blanka
Blanka, Blanka
Blanka, Blanka

Ok, shit 
Brodie wanna hit? 
On the bottom of the stick 
When I’m runnin round the town
Rounds for his motherfuckin kids
Dig a motherfuckin… 
Throat
Hit a motherfucker’s…
Dome 

Keep a thumper to dump him
You playin with the wrong nigga
Spill a nigga, take a motherfucker’s soul
Now I got em like… 

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)

(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a babydoll, I’m a babydoll)
(I’m a baby, I’m a baby)
(I’m a baby)
(I’m a…, I’m a…)

Blüdhaven

Babydoll

MUSIC VIDEO

WOAH [PROD. TEENAGE DISASTER]

FROM THE BAY TO BRAZIL
SHOUTOUT OUR BOY EF

WE DOIN' FINE (PROD. EF)

@whitecxffin

[lyrics]

I'm putting that shit in my body I'm rollin up sticky
I think I might never go back 
Every time she at the crib
She think I'm a junkie I told her could never be that

I just do drugs cause im lonely 
whenever im inside my head always under attack
I hate they think that they know me
They think that I'm good but really I'm nothing but sad

I cannot put down the bottle I feel like I'm finna die right here wherever I lay
Every day I tell myself that it's gonna get better I feel like I'm going insane
I cannot do nothing about it I know that I'm down in hell and I'm surrounded by snakes
I found a tombstone with my name, crows picking at all my remains 

Show you how to end up on a newscast
Blacked out whip, shoulda known that 
Keep it tucked if you really bout that
He not cause he would've shot back 

Man down in myside of town
Don't play we got too many rounds 
Chopper, chopper spin his body round
They close they curtain when they hear im in town

LX don't play, something about him don't make sense
He can't show his face
Ridin around I'm just nodding out
Boutta go back where I came from 

Go back where I came from
In the crib you aint say nothin
Like where the fuck you gonna say something?

I came with a full clip, LX so tired of the bullshit
I put my heart in this music 
I never seem to recoup shit
A goddamn curse it is 
I'm with my sinners we boutta go murk some shit, get with me
I got some shit in my system that they ain't gon find if they end up drug testing me

Yeah, these drugs instrumental in all my success
I put powder to my nose then I sniff 
Every day another day that I miss

Every day another day that I'm sick
Every day another day that I sip
If I'm pouring then I pour to the brim
Ops swarm when i pour out the clip

Check me out I'm on go man, like how the fuck you ain't know that?
Yeah, yeah, they keep talking till they face down on the floor mat

These demons they hide in the dark
I fill up the room when I spark shit 
Take my hand let's go far, bitch
Somewhere up with the stars, bitch 

Take these drugs one on one till we go numb
Take you to a different planet, one that I'm from
In her head I'm the one 
Am I dead, am I gone?
I've been dead all along, yeah

STREAM

DRUG TEST ME [PROD. WHITECXFFIN]

PROD CRCL

[lyrics]

Im coming thru with some shit you cant hate/
Bitch I aint touch my phone ive been outside smoking reefer and dodging the jakes/
I cannot catch myself on no instagram app all day/
Man that shit so fucking lame/
Go get a hobby, you hear me? you copy? you nothing to ur parents except a shame/

I got the shotty blow brains, cobain/
Uppin that tommy, leave stains everyday/
Rock every stage like im alice in chains or im kanye west how I cut off the K/
Shorten the barrel but hit him from range/ 
Laser beam inside the acrua, make sure we accurate and shoot straight/
Yall dont wanna catch a stray/

Me neither, that’s another body for the case/
Triple homicide I guess imma call it a day/
SKERTTT to the crib and I roll up a j/
I get so high I could see outer space/

Feel paranoid and I feel outta place/
I fill the void with drugs and pain/
I put the needle inside my vein then leave the scene with blood and stains, whoa/

Im on top with the fye, aint a murder I won’t post/
Bitch im on instagram live at the borderline, boutta put ya mans inside hearse/
Im on the block, I got a bad bitch wit me, you wanna see what’s in her purse?/
If you get trippin she pull out that .45 then to go relax she take a perc/

Had to relax for a minute,  but im back with a vengeance im here for some business and commas/
Imma go make the news, take the views, then act the fuck out till they all been astonished, abolish/

Every student at the college/
Mercenary type you better not make a sound/
Hope ur phone on silent/
If i hear it then im finna go empty out every round/

Im walkin in with a pack of loud/
I build some shit just to tear it down/
I got a plan to carry out/
I walk in the bank and I carry it out/

She only wear chokers, her chain dont swing/
All black fit, that lil hoe scene/
But when we outside we aint ever seen/
Bitch I was puffin on indo, clutching on gen 4s and I was only 15/
I put a shot thru the front door/
Shot thru the window and I dont stop until I hear a scream/

Fuck a RING, we aint scared of cameras, I got a masks for that reason/
Still finna air it out, play that bitch back now I got his ass grieving/
Put the whole family in black, they got a funeral to attend/
Bitch, we spinning back with a new automatic im turning it to a 10

I turn a drive by to a slow down to a hop out then to death/
And the last thing yo bother saw was gun smoke on ya breath/
Bitch I won’t settle for less/
I dont care watchu claim I dont care watchu rep/
Everybody getting treated the same way, so throw up ya set while it go thru ya head/

SHAME [PROD. CRCL] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

prod @isaac-61
mixed/mastered : me hoe


---lyrics---

big racks on me I feel like a bad bitch/
go getcha camera cause im boutta flash em/
if he get talking then we bout to bag em/
get sent to the morgue where the technician tag em/
slide with a glock, save the AR for rainy days/
claim what you not, I got boys sliding to ya place/
he saw some shit, guarantee he ain’t see a face/
just downed a fifth, guarantee I won’t feel the pain/
all of my haters just faces i rearrange, bitch i ain’t basic add flare to my murder/
plaint the walls red, put stain on the curtain/
if there’s too many crosses you can bet imma burn em/
I’ve been dripping so much think my faucet need service/
I got all black attire you can tell when I’m purging/
baby fed up, she said she want the old me/
sorry, that me was a whole different person/
I’m the triple six mastermind/
the motherfucker that is cursed and he’s not divine/
ya fake bitch, make room just move aside/
lx ain’t god he gon rule the gods/
I got too many arrows in my back/
hit me one time and I might fall flat/
yeah I’ll prolly die but just know I’m coming back/
yeah I’m finna die but just know I’m coming back/
coming back for what I’m owed, cause they never wanna show love when you alive/
been a minute since I spoke/
they not gonna listen so might as well just save some time/
still traveling down all these roads/
I can’t believe i made it home without using these signs/
careful wherever you go/
you see the light, close your eyes or you might end up blind/
that’s a flash from the muzzle you know I don’t tussle/
caught you off guard, all ya bros gotta hustle/
came with a play but they left in a huddle/
gotta go figure out a new rebuttal/
cause you not the shit, you not the shit/
im with my dogs and they ain’t gon sit/
Tre got the blick, try not to get hit/
fuck TSA we got too many sticks/
walk em down/
I done lotta shit in talk about/
better be careful don’t fuck around/
fog in the air when I’m in the town/
check that ya children are safe and sound cause no one coming when they get to screaming out/
I’m upping the blick better take a bow/
y’all better wish that i miss these rounds/
or you gon end up in the soul/
testin the oppas friends 1 by 1 just to see who is loyal/
imma turn in the one that I think is gon switch up/
singing in court now the whole plans foiled/
bitch, I’m too good my strap got no recoil I say at the range getting dangerous aim/
one in his stomach left him in a cane, it went and fucked up his back like my nickname bane/
I ain’t going insane cause I’ve been insane, you might be where in from but we are not the same/
tote a gun but you just pumpfakin, you ain’t finna shoot shit cause you scared of the paint/
he can’t even pull up and shoot, rookie ass move/
that bitch he gon die where he lay/
blicky done blew off his shoes, I had him screaming like he was inside of the booth

2025 FREESTYLE [PROD. KXRMX] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

LYRICS:

Just to hit this beat I had to make some shit up to be mad about
Hit up Krim to check the count
I hit twenty four, my brother put some fucking paper in my hand
This whole situation planned bitch

I go by my ones that’s what my hands for
Ay and put these rappers up on best gore
Y’all don’t gotta tell that’s what the feds for
Put this fucking mag up through his front door
Said somebody blood that’s where I fucked up
You let that shit slide that’s how you fucked up
Stand on something once, ay you fake fuck
You might love that bitch but ay I’m not one

Like I give a fuck ‘bout where you come from
If it’s up like that I got my scope in on y’all loved ones
Look like you got flipped to state informant bitch
That’s why I ain’t text him shit my album too important bitch I,

All y’all need some jobs you get some bread for it
Go do something real and get some ‘cred for it
Right now you a bitch it’s in y’all DNA
And get the fuck up out my life, not no Q and A
Fuck y’all parents I should beat ‘em dead
Said fuck who brought you up, who kept you fed
Ay fuck the scene and fuck the shit it bred
Middle fingers up, bitch I really bled

BEST GORE [PROD. BLCKK X SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet
Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

I ain’t felt like this in a minute,
I got stress in my body that probably kill anybody still walk out ten
Shit my eye been twitching for two weeks
I don’t trust nobody it’s all me
I been wishing I could cop a K and get rid of you bitch,
Y’all not gon pay me

Why the fuck would I talk to somebody?
Like it’s something I gain if I tell ‘em it’s pain that I probably just deal with ‘till I die
I been bleeding OD since birth,
Speed it up bitch y’all print that shirt
Don’t drop shit if I die that’s dirt,
Lock up the vault bitch let shit burn

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch, let me know
We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch
Who want me to,
Who want me to

POSTHUMOUS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Tryna get rich then pick my issues back up I’m not tryna quit
Didn’t my best shit sound like I got fucked up shit I prolly did
What’s up with you? Ima keep running my mouth then buy myself a crib
Bitch I been knew, I’m supposed to be fucked up I’m my mommas kid
Try and tell me what the fuck I’m really supposed to talk about then we could die about it
Shit that’s written in my DNA could tell me why I never got to write about it
Why the fuck I couldn’t cry about it,
Why the fuck it’s all blood sweat and my liver taking all the hits ‘bout it

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

You don’t know who the fuck I am,
And don’t try and tell me what the fuck I’m really talking ‘bout,
And don’t try and act like you know better bitch,
I could finish shit, get shit wrapped up and I flip the script
Get them pages ripped, get them memories stripped I’m uh,
Not making them same mistakes again get what the fuck I want
Done feeling like shit ‘bout something I said I’m on my fucking job
You don’t gotta like shit ‘bout me it’s a lot of you people like I give a fuck
Motherfucker it’s up
Yeah

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

NOTHING [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

I got old friends tripping on shit they don’t know ‘bout
Go head piss on identity you don’t know shit ‘bout me
I know you probably flip on me
We don’t need no discussion I see what you talking ‘bout
Let ‘em burn you on word of mouth
I don’t stand with no pussy I step on them memories
I put holes in that energy you not the first motherfucker to fuck up the legacy

If I could I’d go back and rip all of them verses in half, fuck it I still might
I don’t know what you going through, 
Got you dragging this shit that we built through the fucking dirt
Me and you on a fucking shirt, boy I wish I could talk this shit out of your fucking head
This why I don’t got fucking friends,
Ay it kill me to hear what you feel ‘bout the way I am
I don’t want you to get this shit backwards,
I’m not no bitch what you fuck up the past for
Ay I wish I could tell you this shit didn’t hurt me,
You wouldn’t care if you heard me
Ay it’s fuck that now I don’t give a fuck
I keep shutting my mouth I should pick it up
I got people I love that you ripping up
Motherfucker I’m outside with it up

Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s, tell me it’s

Check out how much you dead to me
Ay you fucked up, bet, I made a new enemy
All that shit that you fed to me
Better fah fah fah peace out ten of me
Bet it be what you let it be
Bitch I packed up every one of them memories
Pick a side I got energy
Bitch fah fah fah fah

IDENTITY [PROD. SKOTSKR]

GLOCKCOCK
#nephilimgang x #deadgang #trashgang
Shoutout ghostfvce and lil6ixxx
Visuals on Trash Gang

Idontflinch

Witchouse 40k x Lil6ixxx - IDONTFLINCH [prod. Ghostfvce]

BLOODBENDER track 03
Official Music Video:

Prod. NetuH
747 HHM TRASH GANG

RAGNAROK [prod. NetuH]

SPIDERBLOOD (prod. Zyller x Acid) Dir. KING ZABB
H H M  747  T R A S H
(Music Video): https://youtu.be/ZNW6U31nDmI

Lyrics:
(Hook)
Addy in my conscious so you know I’m gonna pop out
Walking out the coffin I’m about to hold the block down
Pussy rapper talking, I’m about to bring the Glock, saying if you not a killer then your brother getting shot down
*Doo doo doo doo* Lil bitch you getting shot up
Pullup in the coup and I’m about to go and knock it’s top down
Talking like a rat, lil bitch you a cop, when I’m rolling down the block stay inside, it’s a lockdown/
x2
(Verse)
Yeah aye
I’m with the gang, pussy boy talking we taking your chain away/
I’m leaving bullets up inside your throat, if you hang with the ops imma fuck up your day/
Came with a pole on me, I keep his soul on me, give me the smoke all these artists are fake/
Hand on the scope and my eye on the stick if the gangs on the mask I ain’t catching a case/
Big 40k in this bitch shouting “free all my brothers”, got family up inside the cage/
747 I keep all my bandits around me, I only converse with the gang/
He want a feature then he better pay me, if he ain’t on time then that boy isn’t safe/
Ride with a blade on my strap, I ain’t playing o games, pussy boy get the fuck out my face/
I keep that thing out, knocking they tops and I’m shooting his teeth out/
Fuck up his day make his shawty a widow, I shoot out they window and making them spin out/
Open her mouth shawty want me to spit down it, dance on my dick she been pulling the blicks out/
She want a boy with some enemies, I’ve got some enemies, kill em I never get hit now/
Yuh aye
Fuck an imposter, he got that Glock but that boy ain’t no robber/
Dance with the devil I turn to a monster, I lay out the money and make em an offer/
Camo my body, my Glock in my starter/
Ash in my skull, leave my marks on my armor/
I want the smoke, I ain’t scared of no pussy rappers, I’ve been shooting at thugs that go harder/
Bitch where they at? If I’m on the block alone bitch you know I’m always watching my back/
I keep the strap on me, rag on my SKULLY, a gun on my ribs and I doubled the stack/
Click clack, knocking at your body, no cap/
Flip that, walking out the coffin no lack/
Sit back, imma pull the knife up out the pack, put it up inside his throat, he ain’t ever coming back/
(Hook)
Addy in my conscious so you know I’m gonna pop out
Walking out the coffin I’m about to hold the block down
Pussy rapper talking, I’m about to bring the Glock, saying if you not a killer then your brother getting shot down
*Doo doo doo doo* Lil bitch you getting shot up
Pullup in the coup and I’m about to go and knock it’s top down
Talking like a rat, lil bitch you a cop, when I’m rolling down the block stay inside, it’s a lockdown/
x2

SPIDERBLOOD (prod. Zyller & Acid) (Video in Desc.)

993 (prod. Soulker x Xietto) Dir. KING ZABB
H H M  747  T R A S H
(Music Video): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uf9kUe05V0&t=4s

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