liking this I made it like number 669. anticlimactic

This fire asf one of my daily listens bro🔥🔥🔥

@youngdeadenterprise have you listened to kill dyll?

Tru to the core and it’s so painful that it’s so true..

this reminds me of scxrlxrd I love it man

👎

Ghostman

this is the lead track off the upcoming "love songs" EP
produced by lil $wedden

all you need is "love" x Young Death

SUPPORT JACKSON

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RIP.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Independent fucker I've never been so benevolent
These fuckers really struggling for relevance unsettling
Ketamine amphetamine
These fuckers really peddling 
some petty ass drugs
some petty ass thugs
more laced than a converse
I conversate with nobody
I don't complicate no fuddy
No fucks to give
Run it up like a buck or two
Fuck it up take it back a few
know I'm numb don't care for you
So dumb won't die for you

REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS

Sedated
Sleepin on those who always been hatin
dominate this shit its undebated
fake fuckers act like we're so relate
its unequated
I stay sedated

(Jackson Rose)

I am not a one trick pony
Too many voices out my mouth, you do not know me
Some might sound rational; they’re on sabbatical
Today my demons get theatrical

Flipping the script
I’m a victim to sickness
Itching to dump this shit in your playlist

Wanna make everyone ponder why I woulda made this
Spitting the venom, I’m fucking butchering your ears bitch

Ah woah
What did you feel?
The presence within your bedroom is real
Peer into darkness under your mattress
I am your fear
incarnate, I’M NEAR

REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS
REST IN PISS

RIP.(ft. Jackson Rose)

This is a song off the Album sixty se7en

This song has sampled music from:
[ Junyashii ] SUPPORT HIM!!!

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67©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

I don't wanna leave
I just wanna stay
Stuck inside my mind bout everyday
I just wanna run from my memories
Everyday's a battle but I'm losing ways
Of coping with this pain and this misery
What the fuck's the point when I'm dead deceased
I been wanting more
I don't know a thing
Just to be alone I don't wanna breathe

Stuck in this cyclical cycle of being dope sick
the shit that I do just to feel kinda safe
erasing my mind to be free from this game
free from disease
free from the pain
freedom of being so free from this shame
Swallow my pride
I'm never ok

I'm never ok
I'm never ok

I been trying so hard
Funny how they talk this much
Baby I'm floating
Floating
I don't wanna try yet
Die yet

Scars run deep but I try so hard
Fall face first in my fate don't call
Fall face first in the dirt closed walls
And I know no way just to cope so far
Swallow these pills
I know that they kill
Life has no answers
to how I been feelin
Death to my ego
I know nothings real
I know nothings real
I know nothings real

I been trying so hard
Funny how they talk this much
Baby I'm floating
Floating
I don't wanna try yet
Die yet

67(Prod. Kill Dyll)

Touch Up

Verbatim

particles(slowed)

Ammo w/ Afterdeath (prod. Bumboi)

S!CK FVCK.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Imma shoot
If he flinch
Just an inch
That's a mistake (Missed take)
Ribcage
Split open his chest just like I'm Liu Kang
Spittin fire
Draggin(dragon)
All of my dead ops like I'm still on an island
When shits gettin violent I know that you silent
cuz there's only one real survivor

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

All my enemies are really just todlers
tuck em in to sleep with no posture
do not try to look at me I'm no model
Lookin at my role no fold, I'm not proper
what the fuck you want from me
I'm honestly so fuckin sick 
You condescending pricks
get off my dick
I'll sucker punch your fuckin face and leave your body fuckin stiff

Put a quarter sized hole in his chest
Call it payback that's my revenge
Fuckers wanna play like this is chess
I been deep blue, while you're gettin pressed

Fuckers been livin in prison
I'm gettin the bread
Lookin at heaven I'm dead and I'm never gettin in
Fuckers been telling me that i'm better off dead
Noted, I know that you never gettin any head

Bitch I ain rich so what
Everybody act so tuff
Imma leave em all fucked up
Imma leave em all fucked up

Bitch I ain rich so what
Everybody act so tuff
Imma leave em all fucked up
Imma leave em all fucked up

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

SICK FUCK
IM A SICK FUCK
LIKE MY WRIST CUT
BIT TUCKED
KEEP THAT BIH TUCKED
IM A SICK FUCK

S!CK FVCK

Particles - Viliam Lane (ultra slowed) x THAT LITTLE VOICE ITS LYING

EGO DEATH, BUT I AIN'T DYIN

star shopping (prod. kryptik)

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Iykyk

Meet The Woo

Dior

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


SPOTIFY LINK BELOW


https://open.spotify.com/track/2yLZAeViNb16Q6tQ2SYL58

lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

judgmental c*nt

PROD NETUH
MIX AND MASTER BY TUMAGGZ

LYRICS: 
feels like im falling
the graveyard im crawling
stars started burning the
universe planets are turning
im - hurting
but they think im joking
i cut them off slowly
hell hound militia the chosen

ay
ride around town robbing graves
warlord written right across the mask upon my face
how you gonna talk when you bodied in the rain
crack you and ya bloody now we lookin atchya brain




I FUCK HER SLOW
DEEP WITH MY HAND ON HER THROAT
SPIT on me LOVE IT NEED MOE
PUT A SPELL ON ME BLOCKING MY SOUL
I LOVE A WITCH TO THE DEATH OF ME HOE


POP A COUPLE KETAMINE MIX  IT WITH ALCHEMY
LOSIN ALL MY VISION NOW IM JUMPING OFF THE BALCONY
THATS ASSAULT AND BATTERY
SHOULDA NEVER CAME UP JUST TO CHALLENGE ME
GUESS ITS WHAT IT HAD TO BE UH


feels like im losing my mind i need help
feels like im draining my mana need health
send me a potion to gain me some wealth
how you gon kill me i end it myself


TIP
TOEING OUT THE MOTHA FUCKIN HOUSE SLOW
GET INSIDE MY WHIP AND  HEAR THE RUCKUS OUT MY WINDOW
TATTOOS ON MY SKIN IM WEARING BLACK THAT GOTH SHIT I KNOW
SPIT THAT SHADOW RAP THAT MOTHA FUCKING SUICIDE FLOW


SCREAMING IDONTWANA DIE
SINCE I BEEN ALIVE
I BEEN HOLLOW DEEP INSIDE
WHAT IS RIGHT
WHAT IS MY LIFE
WHEN IS MY TIME
WHEN AM I GONNA RIDE
feels like im losing my mind

They Think I'm Joking (Prod. Netuh)

I Don't Own This Music!
This Is For Entertainment Purposes!
Credits to Sinoda - ABRAKADABRA!

Sinoda - ABRAKADABRA (FT. XANAKIN SKYWOK)

Bad music for bad people.  
Young Death is a collapse core archivist channeling distortion, courtroom scowls, and algorithmic silence into ritualized sonic glyphs. His sound mutates through trap metal, dark trap, and hardcore rap each track a log entry carved from broken compass ribs and void-black sockets.

Raised in the wreckage of genre purity, Young Death weaponizes friction: glitchy playlist submissions, shadowbans, and metadata sabotage become part of the archive. His music isn’t clean—it’s cursed. Screamed through cracked teeth and buried beneath collapsed algorithms, it’s signal for those who never belonged.

This isn’t branding. It’s ritual.  
This isn’t a scene. It’s signal.  
This is bad music for bad people.

all you need is "love" x Young Death

𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

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