Name: MIDNIGHT CLUB by YEAHDUDEJOSHISHERE in YEAHDUDEJOSHISHERE: THE MIXTAPE
Duration: 1 min 39 s
Description: prod yeahdudejoshishere

prod yeahdudejoshishere

feat 
STACEY TRINKET
MOONLUVSLUNA
EDDISON
DIRTYBUTT
MEKEL

YEAHDUDEJOSHISHERE: THE MIXTAPE

Splt

Split w/ Nickg (Prod. Scarlet Painter)

BACK TO WHERE I STARTED (BUCKX2)

get rekt pussi 

LYRICS <333

MOONLUVSLUNA:
i’m finna bomb city
sayin caution
a moving martian on toxins he left for dawson 
im fuckin coughin 
soul snatch that big fuckin faggot he lame
bitch i’m left with no fuckin devices
i am left with no options.

KAMATAYAN:
run out of options 
big rock in my pocket
stop in it nauseous
the four men will stare in a line 
they don’t fly, bitch duh
what the fuck?
pumpkin spice up in my cup 
it all changing this year 
you up on wall like a deer
walking afraid lil bitch i’m buried in the fame
(face up in a lake)
walking afraid lil bitch i’m buried in the fame
(face up in a lake)
wash it with vyvanse 
blood up on my hands
dropping the live ants 
the judge and the bride kiss

MOONLUVSLUNA:
you fold
i repo your people in steeple
that arson gonna take em and bake em until their face off 
reload in regal
the cheat code to meat coat 
slice and fucking dice and wear skin of all fallen evil 

pussy got a problem 
i wet em and i dissolve em 
he body flip left in coffin 
a martian eternity
boys leakin burgundy. 
pussy forget anything you heard of me. 
first degree, pussy isn’t shit but a bird to me 
part of me, i lost a whole part of me 
rip my fucking heart right out my chest and call it surgery
murder me. murder me
bitch you should sit back
sit the fuck back 
bitch i drive the benz on a thumbtack 

KAMATAYAN:
don’t stall it 
being happy send it to the sky 
don’t open habit in a fright 
so hot, twin glock, walk on the line 
bitch not jamming fucking talking 
big 44 cock it, bitch don’t stop it
i go up in the bag, bitch you stuck get attacked

IMVU SONG @moonluvsluna @kamatayaan prod.triplesixdelete

FREAKY

Crown Splitter ft. RichTalk

FAT NUTS w/ STACEY TRINKET

Dm me on Instagram: @gxtzofficial with proof of creation for prod. credit
(they deleted the beat so I'm not sure who produced it

Cover Art: BRONKX3

Shout out Rheya


GXTZ

(HOOK)

IT AINT HARD TO TAKE A SOUL
TIE A BUNCH OF BRICKS AROUND EM
SO HIS BODY DONT FLOAT
REAPER SCHEMING
IT AINT SHIT TO POP A HO
TALKIN ALL THAT SHIT
BUT YOU AINT NEVER HIT THE ROAD

All shots hit the target
They always wanna fight
But they never fuckin start it
Beat him till he comatose, dead or retarded
Smoking on that pack
Shit is gas smell like cat piss

(VERSE)

He speak like he a friend of me
I don't know him
Show him who the gang be
I don't hang around with posers
It's always been fuck everyone
But me I don't trust noone
I'd rather fuckin die
I won't lie i just show em

Fuck the competition
I'm a leave em all in the dust
Bitch I'm winnin this
I don't wanna hear that fuckin talking
I ain't listening
Im not tryna hang with you
Bitch you not with this shit

DONT WANNA LIVE
BITCH IM SICK OF ALL THIS MISERY
I SEEM TO BE WAKING EVERYDAY JUST TO KEEP STRUGGLING
GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME WHEN I DIE
IM GUNNA FUCKING NEED
EVERY BIT OF HELP THAT I CAN GET UNTIL I BREAK AND LEAVE

FUCK MY LIFE IM SO FUCKING SICK AND TIRED
ALL I WANNA FEEL IS HAPPINESS BUT GOD CANT SEEM TO BOTHER
IN HELL SURROUNDED BY FIRE
AT THE POINT I CHOOSE TO KILL MYSELF
I NEVER FELT HAPPY ANYWAYS SO THERES NO POINT TO DWELL

BRONKX3

(VERSE)

HIT YOU IN THE HEAD FOR TALKIN SHIT YOU GOT A MIGRAINE
DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY TO ME IM DOING THIS SHIT MY WAY
SHAWTY ON MY MEAT JUST LIKE SOME MUTHA FUCKIN NITRATES
WE BE SMOKIN GAS YOU SMOKIN DIMEBAGS OUT THE WHITE GRAPE

I CAN READ YOU LIKE A BOOK TAKE THE BAIT YOURE ON A HOOK
YOU WANT SMOKE ILL LEAVE YOU SHOOK KNIFE ON ME JUST LIKE I COOK
KNIFE ON ME JUST LIKE A CHEF LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A TEST
EVERYDAY IM FUCKIN STRESSED ALWAYS SMOKE TILL NOTHINGS LEFT

WITH MY DOGS JUST LIKE A DOODLE
(Like a dog)
SMOKIN ZAZA OUT THE BOWL JUST LIKE SOME NOODLES
(Smokin strong)
ACTING TOUGH BUT YOU BE SWEET LIKE TOASTER STRUDELS
(You be soft)
IVE BEEN FUCKED UP YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY PUPILS
(Fucked up)

IVE BEEN FUCKED UP YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY EYES
(In my eyes)
IMMA PUSH MYSELF IN 2025
(25)
AND IM ALWAYS GONNA BE THERE FOR MY GUYS
(For my guys)
WE JUST KEEP IT REAL THERES NO REASON TO LIE
(Fuck your lies)

GXTZ

(HOOK)

IT AINT HARD TO TAKE A SOUL
TIE A BUNCH OF BRICKS AROUND EM
SO HIS BODY DONT FLOAT
REAPER SCHEMING
IT AINT SHIT TO POP A HO
TALKIN ALL THAT SHIT
BUT YOU AINT NEVER HIT THE ROAD

All shots hit the target
They always wanna fight
But they never fuckin start it
Beat him till he comatose, dead or retarded
Smoking on that pack
Shit is gas smell like cat piss

FACES OF DEATH FT. BRONKX3

RAINCLOUDS (prod. Awsikee)

SAY WASSUP (LOUD)

BIG CHEESE

MIDNIGHT CLUB

NU CUTTER

you know i spin back

you know id win that

i got more in me

i wont give up

youll learn that

yeah im fighting the high

serotonin rush

always seeking

a better life

yea the flavor is gone

this world is a lie

yeah this world is a lie

i think ima go crazy

i feel it in my head now

can i get real drunk with your lady

being so bonafide you know

i got motion

like the waves in the ocean

dont keep it in

let out the emotion

let out the emotion

let out the emotion

ima be so trill with you now

everyone is wrong and im right

in this part of the town

got money in my got money in my mind

can i leave with all this money

i live without the high

smoking off the 3.5

thats vacation alright

yeah theres so much shit to worry about

you gotta turn the beat down

hear the voices tonight

you know ima be loud

i guess im doing alright

the night is right

its been long

fly the kite

and go far

farther

cut my strings

and go high higher

the night is right

its been long

spread my wings

behind bars

wider

im so fly

yeah im free

im lighter

yeah yeah yeah

i was promised but you never came back

just a part of life

we go different paths

your tone changed

its like a psychopath

i dont know your means

just tell me that you sold for the paper and keys

just tell me that you sold for the paper and keys

just tell me that you sold for the paper and keys

i burnt my serotonin receptors

Sprung

Wig out
Wig out
All you hoes better know
I be wiggin out

Throat fuck a goat
And you know it not consensual
Tearin down the walls
Of the tall intellectuals

What is art
What is garbage
Whats a fuckin pop star
Pissin on the rules
And im shittin on the pop charts

Shit pourin out like diarrhea
Shit so hard that I'm tryin to bleed
Not tryin to be ya
Don't fuckin need ya
Off the map
Can't fuckin see ya

Im in gods urethra
Golden shower
The miles per hour
Its 70 bitch

In 70 hours
Got the fuckin power
Better fuckin cower
Im wiggin out bitch


Walk into interview
What your special skills
My Enemies im endin
Turn em to a vegatable

Comin for the kill
And Blood Im gonna spill
Im Sittin on a throne
Fuck you hoes I ain't real yuh

WIG OUT

prod. j boogie

yea i goddit
yea i goddit
yea i goddit
yea i goddit
what the fuck you goddits nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing

balls to the wall 
jaws of the mole

ouroboros ask me if i
should press on with the fist i
god cannot make action simple
yahweh passive civil
jehovah wan mind his business
with judas as my witness
if i make it i can take it
one in the same you wishing

break
break
break
dirt
shame
on 
you

on 11 fucking years
felt a century of waste
as you drink my mothers tears
dont pretend that shes okay
as you take my brothers years
place a poison in his brain
did it to your sorry self
all the cancer it contain
and you wanna know who in the fuck i think that i am
force in control and i know it its no conspiring

GODDIT (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

KNUPDICA

EVERYTHING/NOTHING

the melting pot of genres

WE ON SOME SWAGCORE HYPERPUNK GRUNGERAP ACIDPUNK SHIT

@acid-punks-radio

MIDNIGHT CLUB

YEAHDUDEJOSHISHERE

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