bumpin 7

rap 12

Loser Sht

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

Verse:
punishment and crime 
I been rotten with my stolen time 
we ain’t really bringing knives 
read between the lines 
shrunken heads, straw dolls
and a broken shrine 
teddys poltergeist 
Frankenstein's shells and 9s
no ones fine overhaul i mean overkill 
over all I’m popping pills that we rob and steal
fuck the pity boy I need a meal
cardiac feel the panic when the tire squeal
mean mugging me I make you star in guinea pig
earth movers from the sewers I can really dig
snub nose, bullets  fly like I'm billy kid
shout the boys in blue y’all some filthy pigs 
on the oil rig where the fucking captain at
Bronson with the blows ,  bloody nose , actions back 
someone better can’t imagine that  
stray dogs fighting over the scraps

Pre Chorus:
In the gutter where rats might bite
I don’t need a reason we can do it on sight 
middle of the night cigarette need a light 
all over yo skin needle holes for the  mites
all between yo toes 
under nails outta sight 
got em in a row 
in my stomach feel the spite 
red room red dot 
just right 
ready for the fight 

Hook:
we got people in trees
guns in the leaves
shells in the dirt
enemies on they knees 
begging for they life
ah shit say please
lords of the flies meet
the king of the fleas
x2

King of the Fleas

Prod. Gullyspit

Artwork by syhn! @pastelskylines on twitter

Lyrics:

Hook:
I think I need a second 
bitch I cannot fucking breath 
okay
I pulled up 911 Gully flew in on the scene 
okay
bad karma not a weapon bitch I kill my enemies 
half a cup of bleach and kerosene my favorite recipe 
okay 

Verse:
i found a body at the grapevine
feeling co- dependent
need ideas you can take mine
and I been craving poison
I need something I can mainline 
bite the hands that feeds you 
when it treats you like a canine
said I need some poison 
can I try below yo waistline 
shorty I don’t waste time 
I’m in the box like FaceTime 
I’m on the rise like hate crimes 
and bigots in the grave
wait 
I meant proud boys in the grave 
wait 
I meant nazis in the grave 
okay 

they wanna see how much I bleed
take you by the wrist 
and baby you can play lead
something in the way
something that  I can’t even see 
everybodies dying 
when they just a mouth to feed 
the bullet only kills
if you already on your knees
they find yo body in the weeds 
grab yo fucking gun
and we can aim it at that sheets 
I don’t need to question 
I know everyone  agrees 
the bullet only kills
if you already on your knees 

Hook:
I think I need a second 
bitch I cannot fucking breath 
okay
I pulled up 911 Gully flew in on the scene 
okay
bad karma not a weapon bitch I kill my enemies 
half a cup of bleach and kerosene my favorite recipe 
okay

I Found a Body at the Grapevine

Track 3 of SMILE RED DEVIL
Vocals by @gullyspit and @jaealaska
Production by gullyspit


Chorus: @gullyspit
no applause 
we ain’t even really started
pulling up the curtain now I’m turning to a target 
got my 45 
turning Jackson to a Pollock 
I ain’t having fun if it ain’t a little toxic
putting chronic in my backwoods
we been moving backwards
UG rappers girl still getting carded
it’s that 
dearly departed 
new suit in a casket
waiting for the violence 
setting fire to mansions

Verse 1: @gullyspit
Forbes list getting turned to the past tense
everybody talking bitch I’m waiting for that action 
imitation never get the same reaction 
gully ain’t a person he is just a piece of fashion 
the devil in the same old suit 
no David this Goliath got a combat boot
seeing ghosts around the corner like turn of the screw
need a new pig pen for the boys in blue 
I had my worst day ever, where the drugs at?
pushing through this paper like a motherfucking thumbtack
watch you stutter for a comeback
they aint never gonna come back
spinning till I’m sick of feeling sickness 
got guns up on my wish list 
feel the violence in yo body like a sickness
been a lot but never been a witness
i ain’t saying nothing piggy go about your business

Chorus

Verse 2: @jaealaska
My mental melting like Dali
Don’t know what got inside me
Unless it was psilocybin 
You better know what you started 
I hit em from every angle while dangling off the target 
Fade away like an echo 
Put you under like metro 
So it’s back to the basics 
Summon the devastation
You could ready the table the garnish in preparation 
Smoking on something something 
That burn away concentration 
“Yo gully open the window it’s starting to smell like bacon” 
Ever through the vapors you could tell just that I’m capably 
Giving you a dozen out the oven like a bakery 
Walked along a narrow path and look at where it’s taken me 
Never one to settle my worst enemy complacency 
Enough of the shit I’ve had it 
It’s tragic the way they acting 
You not apart of the faction 
I don’t believe in you bastards 
I splatter and get to bashing 
And breathing fire like dragons 
They brain controlling the system 
The bullets follow like Manson

Bridge: @jaealaska
I’m, hanging desolate 
High and I’m burning elegant 
Feeling my soul ascend til I’m disconnected irrelevant 
Just by the measurement 
Eyes resemble the sediment 
See you lacking the deficit 
Now that death looking eminent

Chorus

Pollock w/ Jae Alaska

Broke ASF

Collaboration between Gullyspit and @salivagrey
Produced/Engineered by Gullyspit

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Gullyspit
this that 1989 shit we bringing in the tanks 
now we got to attention you forgot about the flanks
got you hiding from your neighbours all your papers in the safe
3D printed guns, thermite all over the banks 
I got paranoia creeping it’s a feeling I can’t shake
perestroika agents i can’t roll around with snakes
got y’all wishing to be royals I want royals on stake
the world is up in flames shit you just survived a plague 
and still you happy with whatever they can’t finish off they plate
cut you into pieces like they cutting up a steak
killing in the name shit nobody can escape 
put your hands together for a bullet in yo brain 
throw yo body in the drain send you back into the ocean 
go neglect yo kids and fantasize bout a promotion 
this that violence you provoking 
they neck was made for choking
you think that I been joking ?
Chorus:  Gullyspit
this that needles in yo iris
that cut away the virus 
that random act of violence 
that exit hole so wide it’s just a blessing that he lifeless 
we looking for a problem
we hear to cause a crisis
x2
Verse 2: SALIVA GREY
Flush you little shit stain yo body go in septic 
Disembowel all yo membranes embodiment of fetish
Pissing up on yo grave like I took a diuretic
Seizing through yo brain now you be looking epileptic 
I’m encrypting all my messages
Show me where the evidence?
Post traumatic blessed suicidal Grey the veteran
Who gon set the precedent?
Cities looking desolate
Power to the people tell me where the fuck our leverage is?
No etiquette 
Sever yo fucking hope ain’t gon be better days
We get erased 
Evaporate
Yo limbs gon fucking separate
That 9 to 5
Yo fucking life
I really hope you get a raise
Man fuck y’all dependent the way you be living can’t think for yourself ain’t no vision
I put my dick right where yo sight is
Population spineless
Gully and Saliva spit that Grey up in yo eyelids 
Hive is acting righteous 
Complain about yo life when
This shit was handed to you on a platter ain’t gon bite in?
This that 1945 shit
Gon vaporize yo family
You such a fucking fetus Wish yo mama took a plan b
This that change that you demanding
I hope that you can’t stand me
You’ll never understand me
Bridge: Gullyspit
this that plaque above the gum line
bitch we that type of rotten 
we that typa a toxin
you that typa weasel
there aint shit we got in common 
we got glass up in our pocket 
welcome to the market 
everyone around us is just here to make a profit 
hit you in yo stomach all yo words have turned to vomit 
 be cautious
bullets coming at you like a Kennedy in office 
why they stop at Jonny they forgot about the Congress ?
Chorus x2

GUMLINE w/ SALIVA GREY

How Industrious.

Lyrics:
I just spent a bag on some bad things
Pop a little bit and now i feel like I am lapsing
I be going up while they Crashing
Hit me for the work and didn't realize I'm taxing

Scratch my skin it peels off me
Whisper in this state appealing
Speak softly
I feel great I feel cocky
Lot up on my plate I take my meals promptly

It's a little fucking difficult to operate a function
Throw them fucking hands then get to Swinging to concussion
Fucking losing it like you been trapped inside a dungeon
Body needing more but it jus suffer a reduction

Money on my mind I got his bitch just fucking eyeing me
Preach about my worth and fuck her raw I Call it irony
Swear to God my sense of reason seems to be just idling
556 gon flatten out his block like we be ironing

Walk out, bitch, my top is finna drop down
Territory filled with the stench of fucking blood now
You ain't part of the mix, your getting tossed out
And I been high as a bitch, I gotta come down

I make this shit look like it's easy
Its ok your man wants to be me
I can't see wit u underneath me
And I feel like you been all depleting

BAD THINGS [PROD DUMBCHILD]

From Trap To Rap 2

Da Truth

Trap 2 Rap (Intro)

Pandemic Boys

Trap Stories

cant luv u

LYRCIS BY EL DOBLE EMME
PRODUCED BY DJ RED REAPER

LURKAHOLICS MIXTAPES REAL ÑERO SHYT

S/O LA PENUMBRA S/O PAL ASESINO CARA DE CABRA

(VERSE1)

Siendo sincero ya me harté de esta pendeja vida
Siendo modesto ya me harté de tanta puta mentira
Voy Con la soga en el cuello bañada sobre plata
El joseo mi condena la tuya ser mi sombra
Go back to My old shit sentado en mi reino
Los números son nada si no son de dinero
Putos chapetes queriendo ser el primero
Sale un estilo nuevo y anota en su cuaderno
Y es que lo siento pero todavía recuerdo
Que si no fue por mi seguirían de caseteros
Si no es por Hernvndez de putos metaleros
Si no es por el Abuela con letras de pendejos

(VERSE2)

Se sienten dentro del juego y no aportaron nada
Más que la puta botana con sus rolas mierderas
Tira tira y tira más como dice tu jeva
Cuando la pongo en 4 y le jalo las greñas
Go back pa tu shyt boy su mierda de vampiros
Tu deja el chulerío pa los que la vivimos
Y es que hay manera de rapearle a los estilos
Se miran pinches cornys jugandole al cholito
Tu no la vives ya lo sabemos
Tu solo finges no te creemos
Cantando pases ? No soy pendejo
Que quiere nombres ? Te doy el precio

SILVER CHAIN NOOSE

LYRICS BY EL DOBLE EMME A.K.A MISERYMACK
PRODUCED BY DJ RED REAPER 

CUT FROM MY UPCOMING ALBUM
 "TODO ES MI CULPA"

(Verse)

Generando el cheeze voy fumando la dope 
Repartiendo los bricks tu conoce el scope
Pa la rucas deep throath pa tus putos cut throath
Andamos bien firme we pimp en las hoes
Drink a yack, smoke a sack, chillin like a Mack, Mane 
Chase la Rack, gotta stack, you aint about  shit, wey 
Andamos bien firme making deals
Cerramos el bisne thats on me 
Si es en mi es pa lo míos 
Tu bola de putos STILL BROKE 
So ?? Se se pinta de felon 
Caego a tu shows a Let It spray
El shotta flow makeando holes 

(Hook)

With my ñeros raise el hell
Exotic blunt Made de palme 
Con una puta me encerre
Que no sabe ni mi nombre 
She only know LA DOBLE EMME 
No hay registro ni hay witness
Esta mejor si cae un case 
No habrá manera de saber 
Que With my ñeros raise el hell
Exotic blunt Made de palme 
Con una puta me encerre
Que no sabe ni mi nombre 
She only know LA DOBLE EMME 
No hay registro ni hay witness
Esta mejor si cae un case 
No habrá manera de saber 




GENERANDO EL CHEEZE

01.-TODO ES MI CULPA (PROD/MATTER)
02.-THRU LA NIGHT (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
03.-SILVERCHAINNOOSE (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
04.-GENERANDO EL CHEEZE (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
05.-NO ME HAGA ESPERAR  (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
06.-ÑERO CULERO  (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
07.-ON GANG(PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
08.-AMANTES DE LO AJENO (PROD/MATTER)
09.-SWITCHBLADE SHAWTY (PROD/MATTER)
10.-NO ME BUSQUES (PROD/MATTER)
11.-DE VUELTA EN MI MALDAD (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
12.-PENSAMIENTOS DE MUERTE  (PROD/MATTER)
13.-LA GRAN DECEPCIÓN DE SAN RAFAEL (PROD/MATTER)
14.-UNDERTAKER SWITCH (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
15.-WACHA LA GLOCK (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
16.-SIEMPRE LURKEANDO MIXX (PROD/DJ RED REAPER & LAMAKINA)
17.-MALANDRA LYFE (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
18.-HASTA DONDE TOPE (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
19.-MISERIA ROMANTIKA (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
20.-PUNTO ROJO (PROD/MATTER)
21.-CROWBAR (PROD/DJ RED REAPER)
22.-DESPUES DE LA TORMENTA (PROD/MATTER)

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