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lyric (unfinished)

(gxner)
Shawty bad she gave me neck inside the movies
Shots gonna make him black out I’m not talking roofies
Everything’s going black now I need some morphine
Bodies in the pack you gonna get to decomposing
Shawty gave me lock jaw bust all on her face
Shawty took her top off now I’m in her legs
And you won’t get the lock off you live in my cage
I walk out with my cleaver and take out your veins
And I’m ripping off your fingers bloody puddle on the floor
And you wouldn’t want to suffer tell me what your fighting for
When I’m picking up my cutter I ain’t showing no remorse
Now your family’s laying under these wooden floor boards

CAGE (FT. CRAIG SCISSORHANDS/GXNER) (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE/FROSTTT/H8)

lyrics:
got the chop in this bitch
hadda mf backtrack
i be smoking mothafuckers 
who be poking at they backpack
i never gave a single shit shit
said fuck the world lets bring the gat back
fuck all you motherfuckers talking like you smoking on a skat pack
i bring the motherfucker joggin in this bitch just bring the strap back
i bring the mothafucking rocket in this bitch you better snap back
im sick of motherfuckers talking how you know i fucking act mad
-
smoking on that red dot pack 
pullup on yo drop pack
i dont give a fuck about a bitch 
im bouta walk back like (yuh)
is u really fuckin posted in the dog trap like-
feel like streamers when they posting “finna talk chat like”-
motherfuckers really scheming wanna start that like 
and bitch im ina fucking demon imma walk out like
i do not see how mothafuckers wanna talk down like
and bitch im mothafucking posted in the dog pound like-

walkback! (prod. triplesixdelete)

ART BY MOONLUVSLUNA <3 T. HANKS LUNA

lyricz:
AYE STRAP THAT PUTHY IN THA BACK SEAT
IMA STRECH THAT MOTHA FUCKA LIKE SOME TAFFY
PULL UP WITH THE STRAP NOW HE RUNNIN LIKE AN ATHLETE
WHEN WE CATCH THAT PUSSY LACKIN SMOKE HIM LIKE A PACK PLEASE

GOT THAT FUCKIN PISTOL ON MY SIDE
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT PUSSY 
HE GON DIE TONIGHT
CAUGHT THAT FUCKA LACKIN
HE GON EAT MY FUCKIN KNIFE
IMA CARVE THAT MOFFAUCKA 
WHILE THAT PUSSY STILL ALIVE

FACE A BLUNT AND NOW IM MOVIN LIKE A CARTOON
WANNA KILL MY ENEMIES UP IN MY CLASSROOM
IMA SEND THAT FUCKIN PUSSY TO THE BACKROOMS
PUSSY TALKIN SWEET BUT BITCH I NEVER FUCKIN ASKED YOU

YUH BITCH I NEVER FUCKIN ASKED YOU
PULL UP ON THE BATHROOM 
NOW WE BREATHING IN THE GAS FUMES
BITCHES IN MY FACE 
AND NEVER GIVE ME ANY DAMN ROOM
WHEN FIND THAT MOTHA FUCKA EAT HIM
LIKE A CASHEW

BITCH IM BACK IN PAKISTAN 
WHEN WE SEE THAT MOTHA FUCKA 
MAKE HIS FUCKIN BODY STAND
WE GON PULL UP ON THESE PUSSIES
WE NOT THROWIN FUCKIN HANDS
WHEN I FUCKIN TAKE HIM HOSTAGE
BETTER MEET MY DAMN DEMANDS

IMA KEEP ON SPITTIN
YOU PUSSIES KEEP ON FUCKIN MISSIN
GETTIN CAUGHT AND GO TO PRISON
MOTHA FUCKA AIN'T EXISTIN 
POP HIM WITH MY PISTON
PULL UP WIT THAT STRAP
AND IM NOT JUST FUCKIN KIDDIN

FUCK, IM LIGHTHEADED 

(WHY THE FUCK DID I SAY PUSSY SO MANY TIMES, I WANNA BUILD A FUCKIN TIME MACHINE TO GO BACK AND FUCKIN SLAP MY SELF TWO YEARS AGO) 
this song is not going to be published anywhere besides here, archivers do ya thing

BACK IN PAKISTAN ! (PROD. MANGUST X WHISKAS)

lyric, shout out @issbrokie and @dieperry

My ego not helping me I think that  it’s tryna kill me
And imma stack all this money straight to the ducking ceiling
And i when grip on the mac it be hard to fight feeling
And when I pop out I think I need me like half a mili 

And all the shit that I’ve been thru no I can’t let it go
said I’m not feeling myself can u be my antidote 
And u get caught from a far that be my extended scope 
And I be sick wipe my nose just like I be sniffing blow 

Shawty told me Chill 
No I can’t be for real
And I be eating all these shots call that a mono meal 
It’s hard for me to feel 
U steady getting peeled
And I be off of so much shit I sleep up at the wheel 

Bitch I been like Fuck that yeah I bout up that 
Sleeping with dogs covered in filth u in a bug bath 
Ever since a younging yeah I always been a rugrat 
Shawty is a slut there’s not a spot that I can’t touch at

Like bitch I’m bouta Crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash
like bitch im bouta Crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash

And U cannot clap back
Shawty wanna fuck here’s my cash app
Bitch I’m so damn toxic need a gas mask
Every body wanna die I do the death dance 
I don’t give a fuck I want my head slammed
Up inside the wall I’m just a dead man

And I don’t stop for nothing get blown up combustions survive the destruction they call me a muthafucking odyssey 
I said send me hell I don’t wish no one well if I’m taking A L u can kill me like muthafucking wattori 
And I slam on the brakes u get punched in the face til your eyes getting mutha fucking watery 
And u step up to me you get thrown in the fire u get turnt to some muthafucking pottery

So much habits and addictions  I can never break
And I don’t like my fucking skin Rip off my fucking face 
And I want all of them to die don’t wanna fucking wait
Die death for me 
And if I end up on the floor just  pray that I don’t get 
Die death for me
Die death pray that I don’t get up

CRASH (PROD. D!EPERRY)

ECL!PSE - FLUID / SIXTH PILL (PROD. ECKSEM / MUD)

ART BY YOUNG NAUSEOUS 
PROD ME

Saying farewell
Send that mu fucka to hell
Crack his skull liberty bell
Stuck in a cell
You do not care how I felt
Letting out guttural yells
Casting a spell
Bitch boi I’m wishing you well
Don’t follow rules I rebel
Feelin unwell
This is a cry out for help
I’m in a void can’t you tell

I’ve been fighting off a demon
Bitch I ain’t sleepin
I’m on three tabs now I’m peakin

Imma rip you into pieces
You get deleted
Overdose I’m barely breathin

As a kid I was mistreated
Help me I need it
I quit the drugs I was tweakin 

Cuts on my hands I was Bleedin
I need a reason
Shawty is wet got her leakin

Pain in my chest I can’t breath
Okay
Wanna feature pay the fee 
Okay
Mutha fucka fuck with me 
No way
Imma have to make him bleed 
Okay
I don’t feel like I’m the same
Yeah
What do I do with this pain
Yeah
Imma put you in your place 
Yeah
See me now you changin lanes
Yeah

I’ve been seeing demons in the shadows I just stay awake
Want your skin I take his face
Everyday I pace in place
Don’t know how much longer that I’ll be able to take this pain
I don’t wanna stay the same
Demons overtake my brain

Hit him in the teeth he’s gone need to call the dentist
Living in the past when I should live inside the present
Screaming at the voices in my head it isn’t endin
Wonder when I die is this for nothing is there heaven

Suicide is on my mind I entertain the thought
Aye
I’m so fuckin tired of feelin like I’m always lost
Yeah
I should really be more grateful for the things I’ve got
Yeah
Lookin in the mirror there’s memory’s that I forgot 
Yeah

Screaming at the walls I hear them scream back at me again
Lookin in the singularity now I can see the end
Thinking back to summer time I watch my pastself bleed to death
I don’t wanna keep on doing this I feel its meaningless

Goggles on my face I’m lookin like a scientist
I would spend my time inventing when I was a kid
I don’t fit in I don’t think I ever really did
I’m stuck in a void I’m tryna make it out the pit

Saying farewell
Send that mu fucka to hell
Crack his skull liberty bell
Stuck in a cell
You do not care how I felt
Letting out guttural yells
Casting a spell
Bitch boi I’m wishing you well
Don’t follow rules I rebel
Feelin unwell
This is a cry out for help
I’m in a void can’t you tell

BRAINS 5.0

BRAINS 5.0 (PROD. BRONK)

ART BY JELLO (FUGGITTTT)
PROD BY ME AND WAFFARCHY

FIVEFOUR:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1znGtm4mJZs5l6ourifULy?si=8QjABrSeRKm5yXW6H7ECew

https://www.instagram.com/fivefour808?igsh=dnhkMXd2eXA5ang5

https://on.soundcloud.com/Wbt7686hWw5zXV5b9


WAFFARCHY:
https://soundcloud.com/prodbywaffarchy
https://x.com/waffarchy

MY SOCIALS:
https://www.instagram.com/prod.guardian/
https://www.youtube.com/@prodguardian
https://soundcloud.com/prodguardian

LYRICS:
(GUARDIAN)

OKAY BITCH YOU WANNA FIGHT ME?
YEAH HE WANT THE FUCKIN SMOKE 
BUT HE GON HAVE TO FIND ME
GOT THE FUCKIN BRASS KNUCKLES
CUZ IMA MAKE EM BITE THESE
AIN'T NO FUCKIN THUNDER
WHEN I HIT HIM WIT THE LIGHTNING 
GOTTA DUCK THESE COPS 
WHEN IM COMIN OUT OF HIDING 

YEAH, I RUN AND FUCKING DRUM 
BITCH I GOT MY FUCKIN CHOPPA OUT
IF THAT BITCH IS ACTIN DUMB
POINT THAT SHIT UP TO YO HEAD
I DO THAT SHIT THAT IT IS MY FUN
COUNT TO TEN BCUZ I LIKE TO WATCH 
THOSE STUPID FUCKAS RUN!

I JUST WOKE UP BUT I GOTTA GET MY BLADE OUT
HEARD HIM TALKIN SHIT IM MAKIN SURE HIS BODY LAID OUT
WANNA START A WAR? WE GONNA SEE IT FUCKIN PLAY OUT
GET THAT FUCKIN CHECK AND BITCH YOU KNOW I FUCKIN PAID OUT

LIKE A STEAK KNIFE
CUT HIM AT THE RED LIGHT
I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU
BETTER KEEP A FUCKIN PIPE
TELL YOU MATTER FUCKIN WHAT
I DONT THINK I WANNA FIGHT
BULLET INSIDE HIS BRAIN
I THINK THAT IS A BETTER NIGHT

(FIVE FOUR)

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ITS THE SAME FUCKING SHIT
COKE ON THE COUNTER, BRAINS IN THE SINK
EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ALL A MOTHA FUCKA THINK
FREE ALL OF THE FELONS PUT THE FEDS INSIDE THE CLINK

PUT THE FEDS INSIDE OF PRISON
LET THE FELONS RUN THE STREETS
FIRST DAY I GOT OUT OF JAIL MY LAWYER PAID ME FOR A FEAT
I GOT BLACK AND I GOT WHITE BUT BOTH THOSE FUCKERS MAKE YOU GEEK
AND I SPIT THAT FYE IM LIKE THE DEVIL IN THE HEAT

MR. FUMBLIN, THATS YOUR MIDDLE NAME IF YOU WAS WONDERING
SO MUCH FUCKING PUSSY ON MY HANDS I STARTED JUGGLING 
SMUGGLING, I PROTECT THAT PACK JUST LIKE WE CUDDLING
TROUBLING, I JUST FOUND A GLITCH INSIDE THE GOVERNMENT

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ITS THE SAME FUCKING SHIT
COKE ON THE COUNTER, BRAINS IN THE SINK
EVERYDAY I WAKE UP ALL A MOTHA FUCKA THINK
FREE ALL OF THE FELONS PUT THE FEDS INSIDE THE CLINK

(GUARDIAN)

I JUST WOKE UP BUT I GOTTA GET MY BLADE OUT
HEARD HIM TALKIN SHIT IM MAKIN SURE HIS BODY LAID OUT
WANNA START A WAR? WE GONNA SEE IT FUCKIN PLAY OUT
GET THAT FUCKIN CHECK AND BITCH YOU KNOW I FUCKIN PAID OUT

RUN AND GUN! FEAT. FIVEFOUR (PROD. WAFFARCHY)

https://www.instagram.com/sicklysyrus/
https://www.instagram.com/moonluvsluna/
https://www.instagram.com/yiikes17/
https://open.spotify.com/track/2O4k0XIEB2sPcJqAs1y9zr?si=cb483da2929e43c7

aw yeah i keep the pesticides
heard you wanna die 
yeah i never gave a shit about you
or that fuckin guy
aw yeah i keep the pesticides
heard you wanna die 
yeah i never gave a shit about you
or that fuckin guy


please leave me.
you fuckas wanna be me.
imma start a riot
ain’t no motha fuckin CD
you smokin on that loose leaf 
while i am smokin good tree
don’t you try to fight me 
i will fade you like you boosie

bitch i’m fucking sick of my
you all fucking sick of my
everybody sick of my shit
on the floor it’s going down
everybody down
everybody down
everybody down
everybody down

DOWN with the sickness!
You’re bout to witness,
Every Fucken rat getting choked out in this business,
I spit gas upon your house from speakers and your headphones,
You are gon get smacked in the back you gon die alone!

Leaking all my pesticides, poison crops, dirty water!
All you pigs are bout to fly, when I take you to the slaughter!
I’m gon die a martyr, you are nothing but the fodder!
Imma take your sons and daughters!
I’m that Sickly Boy Marauder!

I’m about to rise up! Rip your face off! UGH!
I’m about to light up! Burn this case off! UGH!
I’m about to rise up! Rip your face off! UGH!
I’m about to light up! Burn this case off! UGH!

aw yeah i keep the pesticides
heard you wanna die 
yeah i never gave a shit about you
or that fuckin guy
aw yeah i keep the pesticides
heard you wanna die 
yeah i never gave a shit about you
or that fuckin guy

PEST W LUNA + SYRUS prod LUNA

the collector of heads is coming for you...

cover by: @yipyip13
produced by: @prod.takizava

LYRICS:

[HOOK]
BODIES ON THE FLOOR, BLOOD UP ON THE DOOR
GOT A COUPLE ROUNDS IN THE CHOKE, IMMA TAKE HIS SOUL
GOT A COUPLE POUNDS IN THE COAT, I BEEN SELLIN DOPE
LIL BITCH I BE SLIDIN WITH THAT POLE LIKE IM DOUBLE 0
MR. HEAD COLLECTOR TELL ME WATCHU WANT
I GOT BODIES IN THE BACK BUT I GOT BUSINESS IN THE FRONT
WEAPONS FROM THE CARTEL BEEN BOUNCING IN MY TRUNK
SEND A FINGER TO YOUR MAMA LET HER KNOW THAT IM THAT ONE!

[VERSE]
I WON'T EVEN LET HIM LIVE TO SEE THE SUN
IMMA FUCKIN LIMB RIPPER BITCH I DO THIS SHIT FOR FUN
I BE SLIDIN WIT THE SCISSOR TAKE HIS MOTHA FUCKIN TOUNGE
PUT A DICK UP ON THAT CHOP BECAUSE I LOVE IT WHEN THEY RUN

"MR. HEAD COLLECTOR WHERE ARE YOU"
MR. MICHELIN I PUT HIS FUCKING HEAD UP ON A PLATE
FLIP A SWITCH AND RIP THE SKIN RIGHT OFF HIS MOTHA FUCKIN FACE
I GOT 1, I GOT 2 BODIES HANGING IN MY PLACE
MR. HEAD COLLECTOR I BEEN GOING HARD UP IN THAT PAINT

AND I MURDER MOTHA FUCKAS DO A DANCE ON HIS GRAVE
MY COLLECTION FULL OF CUTTAS LIKE MY NAME BOBBY FLAY
I JUST MADE THE FUCKIN NEW NOTHER HOMI ON THE WAY
BETTER PAY YOUR FUCKIN DUES IF HE LIVE ANOTHER...

[HOOK]

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