Snapchat Dysmorphia is something I’m grateful I don’t have

P€T€RD0NT$L€€P - DEATH AND DECAY (prod. frettypool)

Prod. by NICEMEME$OUND

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LYRICS
Throw your hands up to the sky
Spread the hype until you die
Keep it real in a world of lies
Lay the ops to their demise
So check your shit or take it back
Take you down if you're on that
Deck your shit if you combat
Make you gone, you won't come back
Baddies come and drop that ass
Drop it down, but not too fast
Now shake it, make it wake the room
Like thunder and you make it clap

I'm not a blind man
Stand tall, I see all the time, man
I see through grime and the climate
Know what my time is worth, about my work
Test me and I go berserk
Response to those who come get hurt, it's a knee jerk
Disrespect will get you merked before dessert
I will just pop off
Rock worlds with the sawed off
Beat up these fuckers and cause 'em to nod off
Blunt traumas I cause 'em, it's awesome
Toss 'em right after I carve them
Not in my nature, but I'll cause harm in
All those opposing and make it look charming
With constant carnage
Harness energy to things that are beyond us
People got it wrong assuming all about us
Y'all content in misery and I see through the callous
So I do me regardless with or without needed malice
Keeps it going, he won't pause
Cannot match him, he is top
Lit as fuck, like what's he on
Legend has it he's a god

Throw your hands up to the sky
Spread the hype until you die
Keep it real in a world of lies
Lay the ops to their demise
So check your shit or take it back
Take you down if you're on that
Deck your shit if you combat
Make you gone, you won't come back
Baddies come and drop that ass
Drop it down, but not too fast
Now shake it, make it wake the room
Like thunder and you make it clap

Bossed up, Trippy back up at it in the mosh, getting lost cuz
I been off the shroomies feeling groovy but it cost us
Absolutely nothing I'm the man up on the moon
Listen to my music and you starting tripping too
Make 'em drop down giving me 20, giving me more
TrippyThaKid always be using these motherfuckers just to wipe the floor
Finding out all of these rappers just don't get hype at all
Calling me Jordan up out on the court, you gon' give Mike the ball
I'm smoked up, and I'm smoked down
I jump up in the pit and moshing with the whole crowd
I hop up back on the stage and tell 'em get their phones out
Turn off the lights, put on the flash, and then it's go time
If I got opps up at my show, I'm 'bout to pop off
They call me Trippy for a reason, but I'm not soft
I with your bitch up in the green room getting topped off
You got a problem, hit your dome until it's knocked off

Throw your hands up to the sky
Spread the hype until you die
Keep it real in a world of lies
Lay the ops to their demise
So check your shit or take it back
Take you down if you're on that
Deck your shit if you combat
Make you gone, you won't come back
Baddies come and drop that ass
Drop it down, but not too fast
Now shake it, make it wake the room
Like thunder and you make it clap

Throw your hands up to the sky
Spread the hype until you die
Keep it real in a world of lies
Lay the ops to their demise
So check your shit or take it back
Take you down if you're on that
Deck your shit if you combat
Make you gone, you won't come back
Baddies come and drop that ass
Drop it down, but not too fast
Now shake it, make it wake the room
Like thunder and you make it clap

HYPE OR DIE (feat. TrippyThaKid)

MOBBS RADICAL - THE STATE OF A BROKEN MIND(PROD. ANTGODIGITAL! x JON LOC x MOBBS)

A FEW ROUGH YEARS (Prod. estheticgloom x skinnydragbeats x coleslaw beats)

UP IN SMOKE (PROD. SCARYPLAIN)

Produced by Stemodity

test my buttons, blood'll run and you'll be buried where the worm'll be
bad bitch call me daddy, but that word she didn't learn from me
ass so thick I had to send her home with rug burn on her knees
now she crying on my line like "senpai, won't you notice me?"
come and feel the rumble of the thunder, motherfucker
now my demons screaming louder; shouldnta woke me from my slumber
in the gutter; whatchu smoking on? you said it's mari-what-a?
did i stutter? i been known to lay a hater down prone
so i'mma lay some flows for some sucker hoes to jack that
your squad kin to snitching; you could call yourselves the rat pack
all up in your biz, done called your bluff like it was blackjack
I'mma lay it thick on your bitch when I smack that
and I'm quick to smack the smirk up off of your face
stomp a pussy hater out until his glasses start to break
i been pressing on the gas and never stepping on the brakes
now you bout to meet your fate because you made a big mistake
blood on the walls and it's leaving a stain
now I'm picking up pieces of somebodies brain
knowing it's run away or stay shackled in chains
I compete in the race that I'm placed in today
got nowhere left to run or hide or die
passing the time while I get high
I cannot find the light or why's
the rights, the wrongs that writes the songs
its a long road; I bid you hasta leugo
puffing on some THC that came here straight from San Diego
off the payroll, still I'm stacking chips; getting kisses on my dick
ice ain't all upon my wrist; still, I'm boutta blow up real quick
out here it ain't clean up in these streets; they mean and bashful
best keep your pistol tuck same place that you keep your cashroll
or lose it quicker than a goodyear tire on a fast roll
no cruise control in the fast lane if you can handle that role

Please Notice Me, Senpai!

Sect Unit x Saliva Grey - Web (prod. Aragoth)

If we got beef then I probably started it ‼️ #187 #HauntedHouse #Salivagrey #99zed #g59 #westcoast

Deja Vu w Saliva Grey,99zed, & Chipbagov

Prod. YCK

When you hide yourself well that’s much too apparent
You still craft lies that you’re gonna tell your parents
Some of us don’t got those or a guardian
Boutta couch surf after late nights partying
Triple digits heat but then you putting on a sweater
You ain’t aiming to be seen you’re pulling strings and pulling levers
Image that you got of yourself has become distorted
And the tricks to get a fix at this point is just unrewarding
Where does the king of loneliness reside
You’re too insistent why you keep us mystified
You aren’t ever like this tell me what’s gotten into you
Said it wouldn’t stop bruising purple with a hint of blue
Prepping the seclusion of your crushing insecurities
They’re hidden down below and there ain’t nothing no emergency
Wouldn’t wish this even on the worst people
Your own North Star’s settled as a church steeple

When you despise your own appearance
And you hate the looks you get
Stumble through in the interference
And you’re convinced you should be dead
I’m wholeheartedly stuck to a
Resolution of my new love
Dysmorphia dysphoria
In memoriam euphoria

What you sniff through a straw won’t free you
From the setbacks or a place where you’ll be used
Then you move too impulsive too spontaneous
Your departure’s extemporaneous
You don’t wanna feel again why’d anybody want to
What you’re going through’s involuntary dangerous impromptu
For the monochromatic induction tension will cut through the cadence
No longer wait for disruption sleeping but that ain’t abeyance
Capricious notions atmospheric rivers
Flashback to then you’ve come to fear the winter
It must be the coldest it has ever been recorded
Wanna shrink into yourself it’s like your body’s been contorted
When you’ve skipped another meal and starving but ignore the appetite
You’ve gotten a suspicion nothing’s ever gonna happen right
Self-desertion is the easy option
No results emerging so remove the caution

When you despise your own appearance
And you hate the looks you get
Stumble through in the interference
And you’re convinced you should be dead
I’m wholeheartedly stuck to a
Resolution of my new love
Dysmorphia dysphoria
In memoriam euphoria

Dysmorphia, Dysphoria

allfaxxnoprinter

prod. Nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
rec/mix Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

always had it in it, the core sweats fuel
that gon tear my carotids
wit but lethargic
the brain stay rotting
the flesh peels off as i walk all the birds keep dropping you can smell it
you feel me
always got it hanging, the knoose by the neck and it tightens by the minute
ain't nothing new, ain't no other way to spin it
If yo beads cross mine, pick yo feet, start running

Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon
Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon

I’m a big steppa, big boots to your jaw 
the balenci bricks , yea the ‘roids’ to your jugular
they say i’m a sick cynical with bottomless scars
I could feel like quitting, leave it all, go die in the forest
yall make me sick but listen I keep leading the heat, 
the glass shards through my dermis I keep walking like jesus
tide taller like lemme peep just over I reach
for bright stars then I squeeze em in my palm till it bleeds

Everyday feel like the same now
It don't really feel like it’ll change no
pull me the fuck out my head now
head now

shit's tense and it kills all hope
you can feel your noddle floating and the air gets cold
Quick temper, I got dislike for every sentimental being
let the thin ice broke

I've let the thin ice broke and fell back in the creek
I’m collecting thick scars, come and get your own if you need
y’all putting a fake smile, dont tell me you like what you see
pull out the big 9, put this fucking world on its knees

Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon
Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon

Blood Marathon

DESERTBOYS

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Dysmorphia, Dysphoria

YCK

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