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Nightmare On My St.

The Human Lumberjack

Buried & Forever Done

Deep In the Creek (Feat Desu The Heathen)

Smokin' Dope

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Where the Lost Souls Go (Feat Desu the Heathen)

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Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
I am the one that came out from beneath
Drinking your blood as I sink in my teeth
Eating your flesh like bon appétit
It taste really sweet like muah manifique 
I’m a big dog they let me off the leash 
Drag you deep into the lair by your feet
Slashing your skin like I’m scream
Call me ghostface with the beam
Everything’s not what it seems 
You’re falling apart I can see 
Leave enemies all deceased 
I gotta rob em at least 
Beat on my chest like a beast 
Cut up your body I’m cooking the meat 
Cannibal fetish so I’m boutta feast 
Dying inside when I kill feel complete
I don’t know you 
And you don’t know me
I rep DTE delete the elite
Shoot you in the head 
While you’re sound asleep
I walk on the floor
It’s wood so it creaks 
Rats on the floor for snitches that squeak 
Burn down the house and then leave the whole scene

Flesh Feast

prod aragoth + blunt Christ
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

featuring https://soundcloud.com/blvckwill

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https://www.instagram.com/blackwill_/

(Lyrics)

PROPHET: 
I don’t wanna talk
Bitch I don’t wanna speak 
Put yo body 
6 feet deep
In the creek 
woke em all up
There ain’t no time to sleep
king of the Hurd 
& y’all follow the sheep 
don’t need a gun 
Just to make you all flee
You want a verse
Then I’m charging a fee
Bitch wanted dick 
So I gave her the d 
Bounce on that dick 
And I’m making her cream 
I do what I want
& I do as i please 
fucking and im ducking 
Then i pass to the team 
Pussy mother fucker 
I been on a killing spree 
I was outcasted 
I was born a fucking freak 
Cut off the head 
Both the Hands 
and the feet 
Turn a mutha fucka 
To a whole crime scene 
Upping the beam 
And I’m making em leak 
Gucci and Loui 
You fuck with supreme 
Y’all smoking on crack
& I’m blowing on weed 
sip Robitussin 
I’m sipping on lean 
I told this shawty 
to stay on her knees 
She wanna fuck me
She’s begging for meat 
I took some L’s 
& I tasted defeat 
always bounce back
Cuz I'm truly elite 
Move with the fleet 
& we take you beneath 
I killed that boy 
& now he’s on tv 
We spin like cd’s
& Leave you deceased 
I am what I preach 
Serial killer that roams in these streets 
Killed in the bedroom 
got blood on the sheets 
I stuck my knife right inside of her spleen
I’m like a ghost you don’t know what you’ve seen 
Pop up everywhere and I drive you insane
You try to be me but we’re just not the same

BLACKWILL:
Six feet deep pick your poison lil bitch
I’ll make a fortune for killin you snitches
along with your witnesses
infamous zombie i stomp on your visages
grim reaper images
i spin this shit for the stimulus
pushin this weight like im sisyphus
still in control sega genesis
robbin dinero i’m limitless
leaving you stiff on the floor like its tetanus
poppin and reckless a mess
oni with goblin finesse
the prophet is talking
now welcome to mass
stalking the dark
take a shot to the casket
with maggots and brass
we raising the glass once again
communion and prayers for him
confusing the hell out his gang
like Kiba its fang over fang
they call me the conqueror Kang
we ready to bang

all these motherfuckers
wanna be like me now
hide under the covers
suffer in defeat now
oni with goblin finesse
the prophet is talking
now welcome to mass
fucking on your mothers
all of you my kids now
crawling from the gutter
i’m a talking myth now
stalking the dark
take a shot to the casket
with maggots and brass
we raising the glass x2

PROPHET X BLACKWILL - Killing Spree

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Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
I came out the gutter
I stayed with my brothers
We put him down under 
The shotty like thunder 
Said fuck all your honor 
yo bitch in a collar 
she turned to a crawler 
She sucked for a dollar 
she fucked for the guala 
fucking on somebodies daughter 
don’t know her name 
Cuz I won’t even bother 
I been a menace 
Even since a toddler 
crazy and manic 
I play with my choppa 
No nle choppa 
But I’m with the shotta’s 
I know y’all pussies 
cuz none of y’all shot us 
Bust his head open 
like fucking piñata’s
do what I wanna 
& do what I gotta 
The fear I will conquer 
Sit with my thoughts and I ponder 
How did I end up here?
Sometimes I wonder 
My demons i conjure 
Won’t live to much longer 
Only reason I’m still here 
Cuz I’m stronger  
Humans cannot stand the curse 
Of the father 
Drinking his blood 
turn the blood into water 
First imma stalker 
And then imma robber 
I am the hunter 
Welcome to the slaughter 
Suicide ritual 
I will not stop her 
See you In hell 
you will suffer 
I hope the devil accepts my new offer 
You’ll see all the power 
There’s blood in the rain 
So I wait for the shower 
I am the king at the top of the tower 
Emperor prophet was born to devour 
I come alive at the witching hour 
Try to fight me but I counter 
Scream the war cry
it can’t get and louder 
Turn him to ashes and powder
I am the leader
Take care of my scouters 
watch out for prowlers 
I can’t associate with any cowards 
Dig up a grave 
And you turn into flowers 
I'm with a pack of the wolves and they're howlers
Spewing this hate and the taste is so sour 

Sword and a shield 
With the rage that I feel 
It’s a war in my head 
And I’m hungry for kills 
Take out the dagger 
And peel 
Visual memory
Nothings more real 
It’s so intense 
It’s surreal
Welcome to battlefield 

Welcome back home
To a world thats unknown
To a place that’s so cold
I can feel it in my bones 
The devil took my soul 
Now it’s his own
I’m in the zone
Better watch your tone

Welcome to The Slaughter

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Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Now I got a new whip drop top
Yo bitch got her pussy popped 
Licked me like a lollipop
On the grind I’ll never stop  
Selling drugs 
So come and shop 
gas pack back in stock 
Sipping heavy
Taking shots 
You adapted to this life
I was born without a heart 
Rolling up 
I smoke a lot 
Keeping out the darker thoughts 
I’m patient I sit an plot 
Love to watch his body rot 
Bullets spark and leave em shocked 
Lotta people think I’m odd 
Always thinking something’s off

(sample)

Always thinking something’s off
Imma tell you they ain’t wrong 
Got this bitch in her thong 
Now she’s taking off her top 
& she’s singing to my song 
While she’s grinding on my cock
Now she’s taking off my pants 
& I know she’s finna slob 
Sucking on that shit 
Til you mutha fucking you sob
& once I’m done fucking 
Imma take her credit card 
these bitches getting robbed 
& it’s never really hard 
They ain’t finna do shit 
Imma slap em if they are 
I was toting long sticks 
Til I got an AR 
That’s a Long range rifle 
Shoot you dead inside the car 
just shot his head from a far 
& I’m blowing up fast 
I guess I’m a shooting star 
keep a weapon for protection 
I don’t need a bodyguard
Hiding all the bodies 
So I never get a charge 
Imma fucking prophet 
one day I’ll become a god 
Playing with my gun 
like I live in Iran 
Pull up on the opps 
and they all fuckin run
Ex bitch tryna to hit me up
Watchu want ?
Imma real killer 
I even ain’t gotta flaunt 
semi auto switch 
Fully auto turn it on 
Put a hit out 
Get you gone

Body Rot

Prod Blunt Christ 
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: Blackwill
featuring https://soundcloud.com/blvckwill

(LYRICS)

PROPHET:
Get the fuck outta my face
Bitch I’m filled up with this rage 
something i cannot contain 
all of these years worth of pain 
I broke myself out the cage 
new chapter I’m turning the page 
always gripping on the blade 
All I know is decimate 
All I know is terminate 
Tried to save me it’s too late 
Now I’m digging up my grave 
Living this life is so vague 
Prophet I’m spreading the plague 
You’ll all remember my name 
Don’t speak on my name if in vain 
Turn me to ashes cremated remains 
I am an alien 
whole different race 
Thats why I could never break 
Thats why I won’t ever change 
& remain the same

Man it gets hard to live every day
Write down your name seal the fate 
I see through all of the fakes 
Ducking & dodging i run from the jakes 
I’m in control of my fate 
If I want it I got it 
you know Imma take 
Take a few pills
& now I'm feeling great 
Used to hit licks
to put food on my plate 

BLACKWILL:
SIX FEET DEEP NOW TWELVE FEET UNDER
YOU ARE MY PREY AND I AM THE HUNTER
PRAYING FOR PLAGUES
I WILL ANSWER WITH THUNDER 
UTTER DESTRUCTION MY MOTTO IS
SUNDER, DIVIDE AND THEN CONQUER
NONE OF YOU BITCHES CAN HIDE FROM THE SWARM
I GOT YOUR BITCH LEAKING WHEN I PERFORM
I AM A BEAST BOY I TAKE DIFFERENT FORMS
SHE KNOW I’M THE ONI SHE PULL ON MY HORNS
I AM NEVER HITTING THE BRAKES
SWERVE ON THESE PUSSIES
NOT TAKING NO BREAKS
BLACKWILL AND PROPHET 
WE TARGET THE SNAKES
POCKET THE ROCKET
HIS CORPSE DOWN THE LAKE
OH!
THE CHOPPA AINT GOT NO DELAY
STEP ON YOUR HEAD 
AND THEN LEAVE YOU ASTRAY
SMOKING THESE OPP IN MY STRAIN
THE TAG TEAM WE MAKING IT RAIN
REIGN OF THE PAIN
UNDERTAKER AND KANE

PROPHET X BLACKWILL - KILLING SPREE 2

prod vince.m10
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/

LYRICS:
I’m sipping on wok 
While you sip on robatussin 
Imma kill a mutha fucka
& there’s no discussion 
imma leave his bloody body
looking so disgusting 
I been doing this so long 
That it really ain’t nothing 

B-B-Break inside yo home 
And you know that I’m clutching 
We can get it brackin
And that choppa starts bussin’
Had to put my phone on don’t disturb 
it keeps buzzing 
gotta be a custy 
Maybe it’s yo bitch or something 

you don’t fucking know me 
So stop making yo assumptions 
catch you at the show 
And I’m dumping with a hunnid 
All these chopper’s on me 
Got that pussy boy running 
Put a hole Inside his body 
size of a Funyun

Tuck it 
Up it 
Fuck it 
Bust it x8

Choppa Alabama 
The way its fucking yo cousin
Got long guns like a musket 
Blowing shit like a trumpet
Bitch I’m tired of yo fussing 
F-F-Fuck these stupid hoes
All that shit Im never trusting 
Leave everybody dead 
like “no Russian”

Beat his brains in like concussion 
Man I’m always up to something 
Brand new grills I’m looking stunning 
Sit and wait for prey like hunting 
Kick his head in like I’m punting 
Breaking limbs I love the crunching 
Imma break em til they’re crumbling 
Load up slugs & then I’m pumping 
Bust his head apart like pumpkins 
Talking hot then imma slump him 
Turn my music up I’m bumpin
Speak up pussy stop the mumbling 
get the bag that you keep fumbling 
I’m still hungry for this shit 
so my stomach keeps on rumbling 

Tuck it 
Up it 
Fuck it 
Bust it x8

I’m sipping on wok 
While you sip on robatussin 
Imma kill a mutha fucka
& there’s no discussion 
imma leave his bloody body
looking so disgusting 
I been doing this so long 
That it really ain’t nothing x2

TUCK IT, UP IT

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

PROD VINCE.M10
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/gekxta/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Fuck all the rats 
Tryna to take my cheese 
I get the bag with ease 
All bout the money the green
I don’t smoke pack with seeds
Only that gas for me
Backwoods Russian crème
roll it up in a leaf 
Lace the blunt watch em tweak 
Sippin dirty not clean 
I’m the plug usb
green dot for the beam 
Hit em up watch em lean
Cut em up watch em leak 
I get rough I get mean 
Taking out enemies 
No one fucks with a G 
Bloodied up throwing b’s 
I can’t fuck with a treesh 
Some hoes need a leash 
Hit it once and I leave 
Knife play imma freak 
Leave blood on the scene 
Got blood on her sheets 
Imma get what I need 
letting my demons feed 
masked up Halloween 
Aim for the head not feet 
Face shot he can’t speak 
Terminate all the weak 
letting my choppa eat 
Now rest in peace 
Turn to a butcher 
when it comes to beef 
Stomp on his skull
& I pull out his teeth 
Knife on my side 
& it’s tucked in a sheath 
Pull it out 
Slaughtering all of the sheep 
Tie up the rope 
Now he’s hanging from feet 
Stabbing the body 
& watching em bleed 
Axe in my hand 
Got me feeling like creep 
On the block with a mop
& I’m doing a sweep
Got a taste for the kill 
Now I’m bout to feast 
All my mutha fucking opps smoke pcp 
Like baki they all wanna taste defeat 
& i won’t stop killing til my goals complete 
Imma body bag a fag
While they put out a tweet 
Imma get you in the night
while you’re sound asleep 
I won’t even make a sound 
Not even a peep 
at the top of my life 
It’s not even the peak 
Cooking up in the booth 
I got the recipe 
All this money on me
Like I’m a treasury 
You committed great sin 
And that shits treachery 
Imma finish what you started 
And that’s called destiny 
Y’all are sleeping on me
You must be counting up sheep
All y’all counted me out 
& now you’re riding my meat 
I just had to go harder
For this shit to complete

NO TRACE

prod vince.m10 + Aragoth.die
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics ~

PROPHET:
Imma drag em straight to hell 
Catch a charge & make the bail 
You know prophet will prevail 
Im the plug got drugs for sale 
I can even ship through mail 
Following this bloody trail 
That’ll get yo coffin nailed 
In the ground your fate is sealed 
Weapons on me shits concealed 
Knife on me yo skin gets peeled 
Slimy grimy like an eel 
Pop a pill just for the thrill
Man I gotta keep it real 
All my homies down to kill 
All we know is how to drill 
Swing the blade and watch you spill 
Spin the block just like wheel 
Independent fuck a deal 
I won’t sign I need a mil 
Catch a pig and make em squeal 
Hatred’s really all I feel 
I can’t lie I need to chill 
Pop a perky can’t sit still 
I was broke I had to steal 
I got homies in the field 
And some bosses in the hills 
Tell my opps to write their wills
Got a hit let’s see yo skills 
Shiny teeth you see them grills
I love hunnid dollar bills 
Blue strips in my pockets 
you see how that shit appeals

ATRXX - Fucked up through my feelings got her matching to my deep sights 
Blacked out back on magic popping of that’s how I designed
13 on my knees right, tatts right on my feet I 
Could not care a penny if my name was Kir- (wait)

Make out how you like it even if you watched it 8k
Blades out of my pockets touch my bones that‘s how I ate aye
Haters in your DM‘s I got bitches wanna date me
Blacked out sight I got blacked out DNA


Huh huh huh 
Make her bleed right on the first date
Huh huh huh
Beg for more I know you‘re thirsty 
I know that it hurts ay
Safe word for the worst ay
Riding till you can’t no more I know that bitch won’t learn aye

PROPHET X ATRXX - BLOOD_

PROD ARAGOTH + VINCE.M10
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

LYRICS:

MILITXNT:
Stomp on his face with my motherfucking timberlands
 grabbing the knife bouta commit a sin again 
spinning the  block like a mf ceiling fan
 move on ya block I don’t need to be vigilant
 pull up to ya spot with a motherfucking  two piece 
roll ya ass up like a motherfucking loos leaf 
That pussy  boy talk but the mag barking louder 
smoking his family his tree turn to powder
 family is crying I’m burning his flowers 
guts on the floor u know we can devour
 kill Tracy don’t talk to crazy
put ya hands down u not banging 
speak again there’s no more waiting 
hit ya family where there laying 
u talk like a gangster you nothing but bitch made 
carve out his body it’s empty got blood stains
all on my face cus we ripped em up Ak 
stick at ya grandmothers why u ain’t pack shit
 always on me make that pussy do back flips 
taking his bag count it up I can’t stack shit 
broke lil bitch u ain’t never gonna make it 
speak on the gang know I’m coming with big sticks
 reload the Glock give me time got some big clips 
sharpen my knife ready fuck em up wrist slits

PROPHET:
I’m in Lawrence MA 
Come out here we can play 
Got a big Mac 11 
Disfigure yo face 
You ain’t going to heaven 
Ain’t leaving no trace 
Lay down your family 
Put them in a grave 
Broke little fxggot 
Speak on homies name
stomp on your head 
Til I start seeing brains 
Breaking your jaw 
Put your face on the pave
You want the smoke 
I can fly outta state 
Pull up at your door 
We know right where you stay 
Got rugers with Glocks 
And a couple ak’s  
We gon pull up 
And won’t leave til your slain 
You get beat down 
And we’re snatching yo chain 
ain’t met a real one
This shit ain’t a game 
Rep for the set
I put on for the gang 
I’m with some og’s
That put in the pain 
Cut up your body 
And watch the blood drain 
I hope you die 
From a needle in vein
OD on fentanyl
Laced with your Caine 
Turn you to a puddle 
I’m leaving a stain 
If you got a bitch 
She my side, not a main 
She wanna slide 
Got her wet like the rain 
I am animal 
You cannot tame 
I need the money 
You’re in it for fame 
Pussy your fucking 
career is a shame 
Look at your face 
I can see you’re a lame 
I got advice for you 
stay in your lane 
Killing brings joy 
That I cannot contain 
I’ll keep on killing 
Long as I remain

MILITXNT X PROPHET - WEKILLEDTRACY

THE END OF THE TRILOGY

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mixed by aragoth.die

PROPHET:
Buried alive now we’re digging you up 
Maggots on your body eating your guts 
You can see marks your throat where I cut 
Prophet and Blackwill always on the hunt 
Put all the dead opps inside of my blunts 
Smoking opp pack & it’s mixed up with runts 
Smoking so much that i fucked up my lungs 
Looking for victims to kill just for fun 

Warrants on me so I go on the run 
If they catch me then I’m cocking gun 
Pressed to my temple the prophecy’s done
rebirth emerge from the place I was shunned 
lord & the devil but merged into one
I am the god of the moon and the sun
Feeling on top and my reign has begun 
I am the king your a peasant with crumbs

harmonize for me I’m hearing the hums 
Walk down the path to my newest kingdom 
Walls made of gold from a wealthy income 
Rose from beneath I came outta the slums 
Grew up with demons, some scammers, and scum 
Been getting money I can’t fuck with bums
All bout the Benjis I been stacking funds 
Knowledge is key but these bitches are dumb

Try to play with me won’t like the outcome 
I came in dumping a 50 round drum
Throw a flash bang and it got em all stunned 
Hollows rip through bodies taking out chunks 
I see the difference from real ones and punks 
I don’t believe in peace I’m not a monk 
Talking reckless and get hit with the pump
Leave his carcass lookin messy and slumped

BLACKWILL:
First it was six, then it was twelve
Now it’s a graveyard you brought upon yourselves
I swear on my mother there’s none like myself
I got both your bitch and the plug on my cell
A demon, it’s within your walls that I dwell
You’re scared that I come up and leave all you bums farewell
That shit is so funny to me cause I do not associate with you, I’m lifting the veil

Who the fuck said you my bro?
Ride on my dick cause you wanted to grow
Fuck you and your clique, now you reap what you sow
I’m seeing the future like reading tarot
Dressed in all black now I’m fly like a crow
Smoke on a wood ‘fore I sell out a show
And you wanna be me, you rocking my flow
But you’re just a clone and everybody knows

Yeah, that’s how it goes
You knever know who’s a friend or a foe
I’m on a killing spree, red dot it glow
If you wanna beef then that shit’s toe to toe
From the caribbean where everything goes
It’s me and my oni vs all who oppose
Lord of the flies, watch your eyes decompose
They want to defeat me but all of them froze

PROPHET X BLACKWILL - KILLING SPREE 3

PROD NETUH
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Dragging my blade on the ground 
As a walk through the cave 
& I look for the devil 
to stare in his face 
Watching the downfall
Of this human race 
Mass genocide 
Imma start a new plague x2

Break out the chains 
But I can’t escape pain 
Imma cut all my veins 
& then let that shit drain 
Imma leave a red stain 
I might blow out my brains 
And I know I’m insane 
But I know who to blame 
Im a god amongst peasants 
feel hate every day 
Put your head on a spike 
And your heart on a plate 

turn you to waste
And just let you decay 
And lil bitch you cant hide 
So just come out and play 
My choppa’s loaded 
and ready to spray 
Aimed at his head 
Gave em no time to pray 
need people like me
To put punks in there place 
Mutha fuck feds 
I ain’t catching a case
Run from the law 
Like I’m doing the race 
Speed up In the whip 
Lead the cops in a chase 

Crush his bones feel em break
Then I piss on his grave 
Fuck a pig leave em slain 
Choppa beams like a rave 
Imma demon imma wraith 
And your soul im finna take 
Cut the heads off the snakes 
I can see through the fakes 

Crush his bones feel em break
Then I piss on his grave 
Fuck a pig leave em slain 
Choppa beams like a rave 
Imma demon imma wraith 
And your soul im finna take 
Cut the heads off the snakes 
I can see through the fakes 

Make you feel all of my rage 
I don’t feel shit but this hate 
I’ll get my get back just wait 
when I kill em I’ll feel great 
opps are finna meet their fate
Grab the blade decapitate 
Imma up the murder rate 
None of y’all can escape 

Welcome to judgement day 
I’ll leave you feeling dismay 
Chop got a beam like a ray
Still I’m not leaving a trace 
Lick the blood love the taste
Choppa eats say yo grace 

Dragging my blade on the ground 
As a walk through the cave 
& I look for the devil 
to stare in his face 
Watching the downfall
Of this human race 
Mass genocide 
Imma start a new plague x2

BONE CRUSHER

prod mathiastyner
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover art: https://soundcloud.com/seirasmadagain?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Lyrics:
one hand on her booty 
& the other on her thigh 
I can tell she loves it 
With that look inside her eyes
Popped a couple percs
Now my minds taking flight 
Shawty rolling up a blunt 
Right beside me as I drive 
& bitch I never lie
Not a day where I ain’t high 
Glock 40 with a beam 
I can see you in the night 
With the pack of the wolves 
And we all smell the fright 
Keep away from the dawgs 
Cuz my hounds all bite 
And I know I won’t die
keep a knife tucked tight 
Feel like I’m the reaper 
With my hands on a scythe 
Slit throats with the blade 
With one long slice
And we all dump clips
Everytime we slide 
Do a hit on the opps 
Then we duck outta sight 
Got the ar-15 
On the barrel is a light 
Scope on your head 
& the aim is precise 
Gun that boy down 
Even though I can fight 
Every time I do wrong 
always seems to feel right 
Hear a knock at the door 
Can’t run cant hide 
Imma sick fuck
I don’t like to play nice 
I’ll kill anyone  
I won’t even think twice
If I get caught 
I’ll get death or life 
Ever since a jit 
was committing these crimes 
My homies real bloods 
My homies my slimes

THE REAPER

prod sloth + aragoth.die
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics

PROPHET:
I crawled out of hell
So I can resurrect
Gripping on yo throat 
And imma break that neck 
Stabbing up yo body 
And cut off yo head 
Carcass started rotting 
I can smell the stench 
I hate everybody
And I want revenge 
Demon out the darkness 
Feel malevolence 
762’s ripping through
a pussies vest
Imma leave a hole 
inside yo fucking chest 

Leave yo body wet up
You get fucking drenched 
Imma a fucking pro 
I’ll leave no evidence 
Im the anti christ 
I wasn’t heaven sent 
Inverted crucifix 
marking on my skin 
Mobbing with the goons 
we were born to sin 
hate the government 
And this president 
No one’s listening 
To our suffering 
They don’t give a shit 
About the residents 
Ay ay!

ATRXX:
Face off, running ‚till it hits no stutter 
Blood drips off my fucking hand, don’t cover 
Tick tick tick on your wrist my lover 
No ex, no next, no sex, no rubber

Hate hate hate they changed, can’t keep my hands off your face 
Pain pain pain pain pain, I wanna drown in your waist

Ten feet down make her whisper lies 
Fucked her dead wanna rip her thighs
Fine fine fine voices I cannot keep all those things to myself don’t cry

PROPHET X ATRXX - _MALEVOLANT_FINAL.WAV

Prod: ( @umbrasamples )
mix/master: ( @aragoth.die )
Cover art: ( @gekxta @sathvriel )

(LYRICS)

PROPHET: 
Leave a mutha fucka in a puddle of blood 
Came up from the bottom i came outta the mud 
Don’t trust anyone, only trust in my gun 
Choppa got a kick like a muh fuckin punt 
Tripping out I put a few tabs on my tongue 
Lately been stressed so Im rolling a blunt 
Smoking on dope until I blacken my lungs 
rappers are fake & I know they just front 
Load up the chop then I’m out on the hunt 
If I said imma do it I’m getting it done 
The devil told me that I must be the one 
I asked him why & he said I’m his son 
I still don’t where the fuck I come from 
All I know is that Im deep in the slums 
Waking up with a whole bed full of bugs  
All of my opps are just muh fuckin bums
Go get your money up collect the funds 
chop hit his body it took out a chunk 
Beat down my opps break his face with a punch 
Im the bone crusher I love when they crunch 
Unleash the k9’s and feed em their lunch 
Do me dirty and I’m leaving em slumped 
Fuck up his body hit em with the pump
Pull up to the party I’m popping the trunk 
On the block everyday shit has been spun 
opps on a bridge like cartel they get hung 
All my opps ducking me they’re on the run 
You can’t survive in the place where I’m from 


MILITXNT: 
Pull up with the k with the gang on sight 
pull up with the blade got the knife let’s fight
got the bang with the fangs boutta take that bite 
boutta take that life boutta take that life 
walk out the graveyard with bugs in my skin 
zombies are walking with blood in there sins 
no one can live 
no one can live
no one can
no one can 
no one can live
stomp on that mfs neck count up my mf checks 
stay with vest put a whole in his chest feeling blessed cus no one can contests 
skeletons dancing medicines enhancing pussy started panting when the body started slanting
minimize all the lies ya demise close ya eyes live or die 
you have no choice but to die in ya grave
looking at goals that no one can obtain 
wallow in pain hollow the Brain 
I need to put that bitch right to my brain 
laugh at my face while I suffer in chains
blood running down from my veins 
I need to rob him and take off his chain
give me a second to breath 
give me a second to think 
throwing up shit from these sickening cuts 
shotty hit back got a drum 
deep in her stomach I’m fucking her guts 
Pull up with the blic with the 44 mag
pull up with the clip better tuck that flag
got the slit in the bag make his face fall back 
sniff that bag 
nose drip black

PROPHET X MILITXNT - BLOOD HAVEN

prod rulz
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
Pussy mutha fucka’s always talking hella shit
Roll up inside a blunt and then I smoke em like spliff 
Got me feeling like a junkie cuz I’m fiending for a hit 
Run that mutha fucka down and then I empty out the clip 
Run that mutha fucka down and then i shoot him and his bitch 
I don’t ever need to double back because i never miss 
Choppa bust his head wide open also leaves his face split 
Imma psychopathic killer I don’t ever really trip 
Take a trip out to yo city and leave you inside a ditch 
& when I fill yo grave up that’s where Imma take a piss 
Chop yo body into pieces leave your limbs inside a pit 
I just filled up my new pistol with a bunch of hollow tips 
Inverted crucifix i cut it deep into my wrists 
Praise the devil imma demon fuck a god it’s triple 6 
I do that typa shit that leaves a normal person feeling sick 
And every time I get away with it I’m feeling slick 
Inverted crucifix i cut it deep into my wrists 
Praise the devil imma demon fuck a god it’s triple 6
Inverted crucifix i cut it deep into my wrists 
Praise the devil imma demon fuck a god it’s triple 6 
I could make you disappear like it’s a magic trick 
Shoot the block up with my homies then we skrt off in the whip 
50 drum inside the Glock I cock it then i flip the switch 
Prophet is the anti christ that crawled out the darkest abyss 
Im up right now I’m stacking funds I’m hitting all these licks 
Once I hear the police coming then i know I gotta dip 
Bitch don’t play with the prophet cuz I keep it on my hip 
& Imma rob the fucking plug if I wanna make a flip

INVERTED CRUCIFIX

prod aragoth
Mixed by aragoth 
Cover art: @seirasmadagain

Lyrics:
I see through the fakes 
I’ve seen my mistakes 
Put trust in these snakes 
Now life is at stake 
I guess that’s my fate 
Feel nothing but hate 
Now fuck out my way 
& fuck out my face x2

Rip your heart out and put it on a plate  
grabbing a blade and the skin I filet 
Hit that mutha fucka up where he stays 
Upping the Glock then aim in and spray 
think it’s about time that you better pray 
begging to god but you will not be saved 
life is a lie and now you are betrayed 
Im the demon that takes you to the grave 

his souls in the sky i made him levitate
Sent his soul right up to the heavens gate
Blade in his brain & the knife penetrates 
For the afterlife I’m collecting slaves 
You can hate me but I won’t ever change 
Fuck the whole world they all drive me insane 
Now I feel hatred for all of this pain 
Catch an opp lacking turn him to a stain 

All I feel is fucking rage 
Imma demon you can’t tame 
Spilling blood is what I crave 
Kill them all I decimate 
Terminate the human race 
Prophet is a fucking plague
Feel more empty every day 
Wanna die and I can’t wait 

I see through the fakes 
I’ve seen my mistakes 
Put trust in these snakes 
Now life is at stake 
I guess that’s my fate 
Feel nothing but hate 
Now fuck out my way 
& fuck out my face x2

ANTISOCIAL

prod aragoth
Mixed by aragoth 
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/fearcomplex.rot

LYRICS:
Blow his brains out
45 inside of his fuckin mouth 
Stomped out 
Shoot all his homies down 
if they stay around 
Glocks out 
Pow pow pow pow 
And you can hear the sound
All my homies are vicious 
They mutha fucking hounds x2

Homicide, homicide
shit stays in my mind 
And it plays in rewind 
Lotta nines, columbine 
Imma slide, imma slime 
Not afraid, imma die 
With that gun by my side 

& I’m doing drive by’s
throwing up the gang sign
Then I let the bullets fly
Everyones closing eyes
Think it’s time to face demise 
You should run, maybe hide 
Before your family has to cry 
Malevolent the devils child 

fuck all these lames 
That living inside denial 
And I ain’t go to court 
I’m ducking out every trial 
Outside of the court 
Smoking black and milds
And I got Banana clips 
Like i came out the wild 
And like Pablo Escobar 
Burning bodies in a pile
And Imma do em dirty 
Imma do em so foul 
when you round me 
watch what you talk bout 
from the east coast 
But this shit could go south 

Blow his brains out
45 inside of his fuckin mouth 
Stomped out 
Shoot all his homies down 
if they stay around 
Glocks out 
Pow pow pow pow 
And you can hear the sound
All my homies are vicious 
They mutha fucking hounds x2

EYELESS

prod lil $weden + aragoth
Cover art: @gekxta


Lyrics:
Satanic writings all over the ceiling 
Decapitate heads & then I start the peeling 
A Knife made of bone in my pocket concealing 
I just can’t escape the way I’m always feeling x2

I never forget it 
You’ll live to regret it 
I’ll leave you beheaded 
WOOF WOOF 
I know where you’re headed
I’m prophet the dreaded 
The devils descendent 
WOOF WOOF
A true necromancer 
Turns dead resurrected 
The demonic army 
I’ll never see heaven 
I’ll burn for eternity 
sins aren’t repented 
Looked god in the face 
And he showed me rejection 

When I’m in hell 
I know I’ll be respected 
A satanic soldier 
That’s used as a weapon 
My heart is so cold 
Cuz I don’t know affection 
A real fallen angel 
the devils obsession 
My eyes rolling back 
Cuz demonic possession 
I live in the void 
& I channel aggression 
make souls of living 
Feel all the oppression 
& turn a happy family 
Into depression 

Live or die? Suicide
That is the question 
Gun to my head 
And I can’t wait to press it 
Fuck my existence
I’m tired of stressing 
I’ll kill myself 
Just to be with my brethren  

I’m really a curse 
But they think imma blessing 
Satanic alter 
I’m killing the reverend 
Kill for the power 
Exterminate peasants 
all throughout life 
I’ve been learning new lessons 

Satanic writings all over the ceiling 
Decapitate heads & then I start the peeling 
A Knife made of bone in my pocket concealing 
I just can’t escape the way I’m always feeling x2

PROPHET

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