Name: DEAD ROSES (prod. Plague + Hellsing + Xen0christ) by Xen0christ in Favorites 8
Duration: 2 min 7 s
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LOST MY MIND

LOST MY MIND (prod. Xen0christ + DIMEBAGGI£)

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GRIEVE ETERNAL

BLOOD (prod. Xen0christ)

DEAD ROSES (prod. Plague + Hellsing + Xen0christ)

10,000 SCARS (prod. Xen0christ)

366 (prod. Roosevelt)

@fenrirprod

[LYRICS]

[VEINN]
Pickpocket lockets
I'm emptying your pockets
Mansions covered in crockets
Power cities with sockets

I'm into cannibles
Ripping around im manical
Not a sound better than hannible
Bitch im a fuckin animal

Take the noose around your neck
Do not ressurect 
Watch you hit the deck
Surgeon tools will do the rest
Dont forget

Layin in blood pools
Watch your family drool
Causing anguish
I make the rules
Turning neighbors into ghouls

Pickpocket lockets
I'm emptying your pockets
Mansions covered in crockets
Power cities with sockets

I'm into cannibles
Ripping around im manical
Not a sound better than hannible
Bitch im a fuckin animal

Leave a trail of carnage
Call it "The Mystery of Veinn The R"
Fenrir leavin you brutalized
Victims rot in the back of a car

Peeled flesh leave it as a calling card
Killed the gaurd
Skin is scarred
Fuckin your girl she gave me head in her leotard




[FENRIR]
Pickpocket lockets 
About to murder i cant stop it 
Leave you lifeless like a prophet 
Send em to hell and make a profit 

Stab him in chest and see his last breath leave his lungs
Keep stomping on his head till it explodes and everybody runs 


Everydays the same bruh
All these pussys keep talking shit
Fuck your stupid bitch bruh
Me n veinn bout to kill this shit 

got the devil in me 
Take your sight you cant see
Peel his skin i agree
Make my enemies bleed


He keep talkin in my head 
Go and fill em up with lead 
Everyday i wish that i was dead 
Only memories of dread 

I keep taking these pills to drown my sorrow
Lament on all this pain i feel
Just a little satisfaction go and find a life that i can steal 

Pickpocket lockets im emptying your pockets
Me and veinn from the grave bout to send em on a rocket X2

1888 (FEAT. FENRIR) [PROD. VEINN]

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

Prod: https://soundcloud.com/brvdy

LYRICS:

All of them gone
Nothing’s the same
Lost in my head
Last to remain

Dreaming of days that would be today
Today is not worth it cuz time slips away
It’s weird that I feel like I’m missing the pain
I got what I wanted there was no mistake
But with all of the anger and passion away
The person I was and I am is not the same
It’s making me feel like I’m losing something
Deep in my soul I’ve always felt hate

Why do I feel like the lost times are better
And
Why do I feel like the rain is getting wetter
Dark days arise out of days in the light
Times without war there is peace in the sky
I’m awaiting the day that I know will arrive

Arrive bitch I will be ready
Licking the blade on my bloody machete
Just run like you do
You’re fucking pathetic 

All of them gone
Nothing’s the same
Lost in my head
Last to remain

LOST TIME (PROD. BRVDY)

W/ HXNJV - BURN [PROD. CLONNEX X ESPADA]

Featuring @ghostofblu
Produced by @stvrfire
Art by @wasbeatz

[LYRICS]

(MUGXTSU)
Fuck the things you said to me.
That was all bullshit.
What the fuck is happening.
You turned in 'fucking liar.

Pulled the trigger on my life.
You tried to end my mind with your cries.

This is how you wanna end this.

(GHOSTOFBLU)
EYES ON ME, LIKE A HAWK,
WAITING ‘TIL I OPEN MY MOUTH,
FOR YOU TO TELL ME JUST TO SHUT IT AGAIN,
YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S SICK AND TWISTED,
ONE OR TWO, SCREWS MISSING,
FROM THAT FUCKING STUBBORN HEAD,

A HYPOCRITE IS WHAT YOU ARE NOT 
LIKE YOU’LL EVER REALLY KNOW BUT 
NEVER DOES IT HURT TO TRY,
TO TELL YOU WHAT YOU REALLY ARE
NOT LIKE YOU’LL EVER REALLY UNDERSTAND 
WITHOUT ME MAKING YOU CRY,

CALL ON BACKUP IF YOU REALLY WANT
BUT THAT DOESN’T HELP YOUR CASE,
YOU’RE ONLY PROVING THAT YOU WANT ME DEAD,
YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S SICK AND TWISTED
I’M THE ONE YOU’RE REALLY MISSING,
BY YOUR SIDE UNTIL THE END,

(MUGXTSU)
Fuck the things you said to me.
That was all bullshit.
What the fuck is happening.
You turned in 'fucking liar.

Pulled the trigger on my life.
You tried to end my mind with your cries.

This is how you wanna end this.

Pull the devil in and out and out and out.
your purposeless. 
Pull the devil in and out and out and out.

I'm sorry we're enemy. 
Time will come and you will see.

Fuck the things you said to me.
That was some bullshit.
What the fuck is happening.
You turned in 'fucking liar.

Pulled the trigger on my life.
You tried to end my mind with your cries.
Pulled the trigger on my life.
You tried to end my mind with your cries.

ANONYMOUS (feat. GHOSTOFBLU) [prod. STVRFIRE]

Featuring and co produced with @istasha

go listen to all his music or ur lame

Lyrics:

bridge: Na$tii
came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked 
you don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck
40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping
come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust 
x2
verse 1: Na$tii
young dirty cutter 
yeah my skin look like a battleground 
staring at the lock, pick a time 
to come up in the house
shawty wanna fuck but affection
put you in the ground 
couple plastics bags and a tank
I won’t make a sound 

I won’t say a fucking word
u ain’t listen anyway 
put you in the dirt
or jus leave you in the alleyway
bro he mixing chemicals 
now they going in my veins 
bitch I’m a guerrilla 
bloc black I’m renegade 

chorus: Na$tii
killer got a gun
killer got a god complex 
x4

bridge repeats: Na$tii

Verse 2: @istasha
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

Drain 
When your left up 
Uh 
Running it back on medicine 
Never set up 

One with no face 
But his chest up 
bout to see you wreck it like 
Honestly not a bother in novelty 
Uh

Shooting it over off like a javelin 
Split open wigs like a pair of pins 
Inattention 

Knock on the frame and the seams degraded
Facing the cages your locked and faded

Fucking with no false light 
the stasis 
Break open crack out the places
Sought it into pathos and lost in oasis
Turning over
Bitch and then you're back into your basics 

chorus: @istasha 
Killer got a gun 
Killer got a god complex
x8

outdo: @istasha 
Fuck what I'm digging 
The shovels off and I'm done 
You stay in parasite hours 
Survive on lead from the gun 

Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm 
And see your brain fail 
This ain't savant days

God Complex Ft. Istasha The Scrub

Raging alcoholism type track. 
@c3of
@lvstforpain
@ventingpalace
prod @wyntyr
Art @c3of @ventingpalace

[LORD DISTORTION]
Fuck an opp
Head leaking throw the molotov
Saw it off
Pussy pull up and he falling off
Fuck your set
Tuck that semi with the hover jet
Bus it then
Flip that product boutta come again

Lethalist weapon I'm trippin not seeing direction
Its Feverish dreams in a separate dimension
Firvilous figure that pistol go screeching its endless
Get left in the river so seeping and wetted

I whip out the beam and its ended
I sell to fiends in the section
Fuck with the piece with the weapon
I pop a bean to forget it

wanna come up at the set
Spaz go bussin instead
that mag blow bodies in check
Got your girl in the bottomless depths

[PAPA SLEEP]
Break in your house and I kick in your head
Sipping that dirty sipping that fluoride
Pigs pull me over I know that a cop died

I'm boutta bust
You bite the dust
Rip off the crust
No one to trust

Too much testorone blow out your veins
Play dead like a possum you all the same
You boutta blow like the drum in your mouth
You got that poor taste irony sweeter than sorbet

Baseball bat to the head we be playing blood sports
Dirty stick I pick it up right up off the ground
You so greasy cant get bound down
Bounce out
Ain't about the Gaza watch your luck run out
better getting to running now

[LVST]
ay ay

pull to yo block with the k

tucking the 40 right next to the blade

blade to yo face if you throwing that shade

ahhhhh

why are u pussys still sippin on lean

yall a clone of the image dont copy the team

heroin needles bitch i am a feen

epidermic king but im still lookin clean

plenty green
on the scene
with a beam
at yo spleen
russian cream
with the kush
wait she gotta bush
she talking to much had to tell her to sush
plot the 11 like reagan and bush

pussy so pink like strawberry crush
you be making no bands man u blow it and flush
stomp your head till u purple and turned into mush
u dont know bout my limits till all of them pushed

[VENTING PALACE]
I'M KICKIN THE BUCKET BITCH FUCK THIS
I NEED A NYMPHO WHO LOCKS LIPS
YOU AND YOUR OTHER STAY SMOKIN' THAT CAT PISS
RUN UP ON THE SET YOU GET PRICKED LIKE A CACTUS

TIP TOEING
SNEAK DISSIN'
DABBIN' UP
SOME LIVE RESIN
QUIT BITCHIN'
THE RAP GAME IS MY MISSION
YOUR FLOWS LAME
AIN'T CREATIVE
YOU BETTER GET BETTER
BEFORE WE TAKE OVER BOY
WHY ARE YOU FLEXIN
YOUR MUSCLES LOOK FRAGILE BOY
I KEEP A KNIFE IN MY CORDUROYS
JUST IN CASE ANYONE LACKIN JOY

GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP
GAZA GAZA
GAZA GAZA
FUCK HIS HEAD UP

GAZA 2500 w/ SAINT SLEEP, LVST, VENTING PALACE [PROD. LUCY WYNTERS]

GLOCKNESS MONSTER [PROD SAPPHIRE]

WE ARE THE DIRT WE ARE THE MORBID WE ARE THE HURT NO CAP GET TURNT

(Riff by JINNKILLZ)

DEAD ROSES (prod. Plague + Hellsing + Xen0christ)

Xen0christ

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