prod.  @triplesixdelete
m&m  lordgasp

LYRICS:

i’m a savage
cold killer, call me guts
when i’m gonn’ ravage
knock knock ima drop em like they acid
yeah motherfucker i’m a fucking maverick
a godlike creature painting on his canvas
fucked up 
i could move the planets
PIPE UP, stupid you gonn’ end up in a casket
fuck with my convictions and i swear i go berserk
baby you my casca come and top me like a bird

  
you can laugh cuz i prefer to live a life of my own
and i feel it there’s a presence getting closer to home 
issa omen, it’s that feeling when you’re out of your zone
when you’re talking to yourself but are you really alone?

and it’s piling up and piling up, and on and on
i could snap at any moment i’ll be snapping their arms
uh , there’s no point in living
if i can’t let em know
i’ll be more alive than ever when i’m breaking their bones

i cant pop pills no i cant puff nada
im so anxious  *pass me my inhaler*
i cant stop
wondering will the pain stop 
brain gets sicker , contemplating on pullin the trigga

ive been waiting for something to happen
i’m running around with a rope on my neck
on my way to be something
they never believed i’m a god of my own
i’m a savage  you’re awaking maniacal thoughts 
ima throw all your parts after ripping em fast
like an animal busting your head open 
blood on the bat and theres no comingback

non stop
working on my desktop
burning my own skin
just to show em what i’m made of

[hook repeat]

>instagram<

GODLIKE

Witchouse 40k x KAMAARA - SOUL SNATCH (prod. ³³marrow)
Shot and dir. by KING ZABB
HHM  747  T R A S H

Official Music Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kK-O_-z2pLg

Witchy:
Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k
Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k 

KAMAARA:
Spotify and Apple Music - KAMAARA
Instagram - @kamaara 
Twitter - @kamaarakage

³³Marrow:
Instagram - @33marrow

KING ZABB: @king.zabb

Lyrics:
(Witchouse 40k)
So he fuckin with the gang,
*Click Clack* hit em in the face now
Hand up in your pocket on your wallet, Imma take it to the bank
40 feelin gully in the brain, you a pussy imma leave em on the block where he stay
From the earth
Coming out the gutter with a gold blade tucked, caught a body with a curse
Imma leave em in the dirt
Run up wit the gang like an army, put a bullet through your muhfuckin shirt
You a dead boy

(KAMAARA)
Clock strikes 12, get killed on the dot 
Beam all red, know the blood don’t stop 
Soap preme socks beat the hype in y’all 
Corporate name brands got your ass on lock 
Witch brought the broom, let it air out the room
Yeah he dead in a poof, throw his ass in the coup 
To a cave in the woods, evil laughs by the slew 
Got the pot for the brew, turn his ass into stew 

(Witchouse 40k)
Wussup, aye came from nothing
Talking loud then you get fucking punished
Take your gold I’m gonna up they budget, Imma break your chain off like I’m from a dungeon
Dropped outta school but I stay with them Glock-smarts, I got no love for my opps
When I grow up I’m gon target em, two in his skully, he pussy you know he get popped
Blech

(KAMAARA)
Feeling like a nuisance 
Knock his brain now he clueless
Muhfuckas talking, pullin up but pullin out I swear to god these muhfucken pussys never do shit 
What’s the time? Where you at? Where you stay? 
Bitch I bought a new blade to expose all the veins
God damn god damn, killing shit no hands 
Getting touchy feely bitches in my pants

Couple ounces of pain 
Fortify my insane 
Flowing in through my veins 
Chains got zero restraint 
Fuck this life fuck it all
Cut em down watch em crawl 
Chomping down on all that bullshits got you loosing your jaw 
X2

I can’t separate, it seems I’m stuck on you!
Surrounded by these walls of blades, its only me and you!
No one left to stay, you’ve used them up and walked away
I pull the plug who gives a fuck you treat us all like human waste

Witchouse 40k x KAMAARA - SOUL SNATCH (prod. ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

MY SIX SHOOTER IS MY ONLY FRIEND!

SPIDERBLOOD 2: ROTTEN
Prod. Xerogi x 33marrow
747  HHM  T R A S H

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/5tuGUqkoR6k

Lyrics:
(Hook)
Nuke 'em out the coffin, I'm abouta cause a fallout
Blicky in the pocket, send a rocket through 'em, fall down
Hole up in his body, 40 hit 'em with a shot, Witchy running outta ops and so I guess I'm going all out
I got lots of gold in my pocket, we could ball out
Hopping out the dungeon, to the top we never stop now
Water on my cuban, now my throat begin to rot, getting money like a scholar only difference imma dropout
yuh
x2
(verse)
Big body foreign, windows tinted for the sun
40 on the block, I'm walking Glocky in the trunks
Coming up out the bottom, now we steady up the funds, all these artists on my dick been heavy looking like my sons
Hate me, Ion hate it, but they say I'm going dumb with it
Talking on the gang then 40 taking out they tongues
Hitting 'em with the laser, keep a switch up on the gun, catch em running out the back I'm in the attic like the grudge
Aye
Pop-out with the gang to your whereabouts, I'm coming out the muhfuckin mud, bitch I pull-up to the cut
Ive got lots of ghosts in the coffin, Witchy itching' I got spiders in my blood, bitch
Hit 'em with a drum clip, bullets through his lungs
Choppa get to talking, hallows knocking out his guts
Get back, let it bang on em, smoking opposition Backwoods, 40 roll up leave em looking like a Dutch
Cock back, take his name, I'm gon leave em on the run from the Witch, I'm a bad muhfucka, Im a God in this bitch
Glock with a stick turn your block into Swiss, you a pussy hit the coffin send a shot through his ribs
Talking like they with it, now they barking like a bitch, boy
Artists acting faker than the gold up on they neck
Pull-up to your city with a vest, looking like a vet, heard he coming to my spot that's a bet
Aight
Pull-up hit 'em with the Molly, now his nose drips
Ive been summoned from the bottom where the ghost lives
All these rappers acting pussy, on they hoe shit
Stand up in the way, on the gang, leave 'em hopeless
See his addy when it drops imma close-in, two twin Glocks spin the block, never noticed
Knock his skully, I'm gon leave they body broken, talking on my name 40 bringing all the smoke in
Aye
Knock his skully, I'm gon leave they body broken, talking on my name 40 bringing all the smoke in
Im gon
Im gon
Im gon
Im gon take that, uh
Hands on yo chain, I'm gon break that off
Came up from nothin, I'm raised bad, gang tats, mask on my face where the case at, now I'm gon aim with the Glock, knock his face back, uh
Sights through your vest, where the Jakes at, uh
Ice through my heart, I'm gon lace that, hate that, snatch out your soul with no take-backs, I keep my hands on your bitch, I'm gon take that, uh
(Hook)
Nuke 'em out the coffin, I'm about to cause a fallout
Blicky in the pocket, send a rocket through 'em, fall down
Hole up in his body, 40 hit 'em with a shot, Witchy running outta ops and so I guess I'm going all out
I got lots of gold in my pocket, we could ball out
Hopping out the dungeon, to the top we never stop now
Water on my cuban, now my throat begin to rot, getting money like a scholar only difference imma dropout
Blech
x2

SPIDERBLOOD 2: ROTTEN (prod. Xerogi x ³³marrow) (Video in desc.)

Red Rain

BLOOD CREEK W/ NIKKO X DAEGHO (PROD. DABEAST)

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

DON'T SAVE ME

Prod by @prodplague906

LYRICS//

Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell
Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell you should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, till my veins cave in don’t save me 

Don’t save me I’ll find a way
With Empty words inside the smoke they disintegrate
Take away all of the pain with an early grave, slowly fade through the brighter days I’ll be at the gates
Don’t wait for the weeks I’m gone 
I’m a mess I get worse as the time goes on 
Pass by to the great unknown been trash let go goodnight won’t mourn 

Don’t save me
Don’t save me
Let it break through my skin and replace me 
Don’t save me
Don’t save me 
Let it break through my skin and replace me 

Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell
Tell em hang me, I don’t know myself let it break me, safe inside my hell 
You should hate me, I don’t know myself let it break me, don’t save me

DON'T SAVE ME (PROD. PLAGUE)

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