PROPHET

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SINGING KUMBAYA

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Best Phonk Music ♡♡♡ 5

phonk 240

Lyrics
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I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown 
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts,
from the misters  tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
so they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire higher sound
Yeah!
But I dont want you to have a piece of that 
I fuckin hate you you god damn bitch boi you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a sliver from the whole damn sweetness side
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right 
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error 
Born in red under night at 30:10 nursey carer 
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer 
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon 
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you 
For handsome sure he was a mark on world that seems so black to who? you!
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punsishable or bait per  phishable 
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack 
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz

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HARVEST MOON (PROD. DUMBCHILD)

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

purge! x R i c o x TH3 KXD - HEARTSTOPPER [prod. SoundsLikeRico]

prod. sixthells

Blah
Let's go
I never wanted
Ha ha ha ha
Sixthells
Aye
Aye
Aye

Stuck inside the curse
I'm getting out of here
I never wanted to hurt you
Not again
Paralyzed
Hypnotized
What they telling you
I'll march again when we burn this world

No Longer Human
No Longer Human
No Longer Human
No Longer Human
No Longer Human
No Longer Human
No Longer Human
No Longer Human

no longer human

prod. sixthells

In the cemetery home they keep knocking at my door
Everybody dead and my girlfriend on the floor
Forgot what she said, do I really wanna know
In my mental, am I talking to a ghost
In the cemetery home they keep knocking at my door
Everybody dead and my girlfriend on the floor
Forgot what she said, do I really wanna know
In my mental, am I talking to a ghost

See the moon in the sky tonight reminding me I'm alive
I walk alone in the city, see the sun about to rise
No sleep, everybody dies
No peace, everybody lies
Anybody out there, if you know, let me know
Anybody out there, by myself in the cold
Feel her body on my body, yeah my shawty on the snow
Everybody want money, but the money take your soul

In the cemetery home they keep knocking at my door
Everybody dead and my girlfriend on the floor
Forgot what she said, do I really wanna know
In my mental, am I talking to a ghost
In the cemetery home they keep knocking at my door
Everybody dead and my girlfriend on the floor
Forgot what she said, do I really wanna know
In my mental, am I talking to a ghost

cemetery home

prod nug
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

LYRICS SOON

(ALL PLATFORMS)
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HATE IS A STRONG WORD

HATE IS A STRONG WORD (PROD ROACH1E)

prod diklordefenil
Cover: https://www.instagram.com/_lost_amaterasu_/
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

Lyrics:
I was never happy whatchu talking about? 
bitch I’m with the gang so we all hopping out 
put him the ground he’s with the worms now 
Pulled up with a rifle shoot the whole crowd 
Everybody yelling out get the fuck down 
Put a 12 gauge right inside of your mouth 
Fucking on shawty I’m fucking up on your spouse 
Creeping In the house bitch I’m quiet as a mouse 
Light up the gasoline the house doused 
Shut the fuck up don’t make a damn sound 
Shawty got lost and never got found 
Blunts to the face I just smoked a pound 
need a whole p ain’t copping a fucking ounce 
Everybody knows me I run this town 
I can turn a mutha fuckin smile to a frown 
Gold on my body like a king and a crown  
Don’t follow me into the water cuz you’ll all
drown 
Spinning on the block like a merry go round 
You belong in a circus you’re really all clowns 
I’m with the dogs yeah the mutha fuckin hounds
Got guns like a Texan but I’m not from the south 
So many bullets inside you lost count 
can’t wait to meet the opps 
& show em what I’m about  
Automatic rifles when I shoot shits loud 
I am a legend it got me feeling profound 
Every time I drop a track all I do is astound 
Drop to your knees for the prophet & bow 
No squares in my circle that shits not allowed 
Imma do yo ass foul 
& bitch we ain’t buddies 
No you’re not my pal 
They talk about you 
I say who? Like owls 
If you ever mention you
You should be proud 
Like the dragon born 
Every time I shout 
Send you up to heaven 
Cuz I live in hell
The carcass gon rot 
It’s a foul smell
Will I ever stop killing?
Only time will tell

VAMP GIRLS!!

DIEMONDZ

IKYLM (feat. Homie Grim)

Cocaine blower, bumps of snow
Sneeze-sniff-go, invigorate the nose
I can’t smell what you’re cooking now
Cardiac Arrest, imma burst a valve
Acid Blotters, Looney Toons
Seeing stuff move inside the room
Decorated squares of assorted paper
Put a couple drops on it now or later
K lady, Special K
Bad memories, dream-like states
Kidney problems and stomach pains
Inhale slow, exhale the same
MDMA E-Bongs
Buyin' 'em all for the soccer moms
I lost a bunch of my appetite
I’m so depressed, I ain’t feeling right because

I want to die tomorrow
And you're really in the way
And I seek comfort in sorrow
And I know you feel the same

Embalming fluid, rocket fuel
Let’s smoke some right after school
Now the world seems a little free
I don't really think about self injury
From the floor to infinity
From next door to infinity
From one whore to infinity
I wanna die like a Kennedy

Tomorrow comes today
Taking everything I can take
Nothing ever does come my way
I'll scream the sun away (Huh-oh)

I want to die tomorrow
And you're really in the way
And I seek comfort in sorrow
And I know you feel the same

Huh-oh, Huh-oh
Huh-oh, Huh-oh
Huh-oh, Huh-oh
Huh-oh, Huh-oh

ZillaKami - TOMORROW (Prod+ Yung Germ)

LYRICS-



MILITXNT-

I need to cope
Lay In the water and watch as I float
Lay in the grave and come up as a ghost
Rotting in hell imma roast
Spitting up blood from my throat 
All of my hope is revoked imma sit in the dark all alone
I feel alone I have run out of hope 
Tying my neck on a rope 
Hanging me down on a pole 
Devil is taking a toll he’s lighting the fire like coal 
All of the angels will go up in smoke 
The deal we have made is a hoax 
I need to go 
Haunted by choices 
Keep hearing voices 
Actions bring habits I’m tryna avoid it 
Gray all around me the rain keep on pouring 
Filling my cup with a tear of importance 
I’m feeling pain 
Mask on my face got me feeling like bane 
The demons gonna dance in the rain 
Shake out these shackles and bust out these chains 
Come from the ground with a crown on my brain 
I feel insane 
I need to empty my head 
Put the beam to my skull make it red 
Leaking out brains on my bed 
All of the blood gonna spread 
I need some meds 
Put him in a bag hear a zip
Toss him in the back of the whip
Ready hear a blast from my blick
Knife to the vein on ya wrist make it drip
Running out of time kill him quick
Blade on my back 
Pick up the Mac add a Mag then attack 
Grind up his body and pack like a jack 
Cut off your head then I toss in a sack 



PROPHET-

Nail me to the cross 
Cuz I’m one of the gods 
god of the bloodshed 
kill for a cause 
Drag you to the woods
& your bound to get lost 
Leaving no evidence 
Case getting dropped 
Cock the Glock back
& Im letting it off 
Creep in the fog 
Cutting your throat 
when you get to the car 
See them in person 
They’re acting real hard 
Till I act up 
with the pistol 
and spark 
Choppa gets lit up like 
Candles in dark 
One in the head 
And put 2 in yo heart 
You talking hot 
And get shot on the spot 
Tighten the noose 
When I wrap round the knots 
Fuck all the feds 
Give a shit bout a cop 
Cut up the carcass 
And leave it to rot 
Serial killer 
My victims I stalk 
Follow you home 
When you go for a walk 
See me behind you 
Keep running don’t stop 
Leaking his brains 
& they outline in chalk 
Your time is ticking 
Always on the clock 
Call me the scarecrow 
always round crops 
Selling a bag 
I just re up’d the stock 
I hit the block 
With the crack in my socks 
Trap house is booming 
From cooking up rock 
Whipping the Pyrex 
Im stirring the pot 
Imma stay here 
Wether like it or not 
I’m taking everything 
Give what you got 
Stolen whips in this bitch
all of em hot 
Stole em straight
out of the parking lot
If it goes wrong 
I’m down to flock 
That’s what i do anyway 
to the opps

OMERTÀ- MILITXNT X PROPHET (prod.ARAGOTH)

bigassbearman

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 + 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_

Lyrics:

Straight line acting
Vector tactics 
Amnesia 
Blackened retrospective 
An eye for an eye 
The debt corrected 
Your life for a life like contraceptive 

Go separate me out of the pack 
I distillate 
This ain’t worse than what I give back 
Reciprocate 
Tachyon like the speed when I dash 
A swift decay
Always left for death 
never pick a day 
Can’t stand all the 

Pressure on 
Put it on o the bone on the off switch 
Discoloured wishing this collar would pop bitch 
Unless you wanna migrate imma pause on the topic
Risk all I give you my maw then go toxic 

Get bout the Chems 
I don’t care to 
Get up out the stain 
lm Like the cleaner gon Wipe the metal fuck decay 
I will stay solo Beneath the clouds of what i crave 
Corroded the covers decoded 
water rot the way 

Wasting away with the corset on
By how I Shoot it like rain from my gore tex gun

Tsar Hand

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

BACK LIKE I REALLY NEVER LEFT

BACK LIKE I REALLY NEVER LEFT (PROD ROACH1E)

HITTING LICKS FOR FUN

HITTING LICKS FOR FUN (PROD FANTOM)

Lullaby

Sixthells x $KORPION - Lullaby

SELF DESTRUCT GANG IM BOUT TO LET GO LIKE

(lyrics)
Rolling with a stick but still he might be getting poked 
Always keep the blade on me in case he coming close 
Talking on the web till we pull a kick doe 
Yea I’m getting money but I hit licks though 

How I get this money rap ain’t paying shit bro 
Dade County hustle ima take what they owe
Rick Ross hustle hustle everyday bro
Putting in the muscle we can never break though 
Florida man know I got that hurricane flow
Scarface living cuz the woman love snow 
Self destruct gang I’m a bout let go 
Self destruct gang I’m a bout let go 
Yea yea yea yea 
Self destruct gang I’m a bout let go like
Go go go go go go go 

Rolling with a stick but still he might be getting poked 
Always keep the blade on me in case he coming close 
Talking on the web until we pull a kick doe 
Yea I’m getting money cuz I hit licks though 

Don’t be stain 
Got these wild thoughts that I really can’t contain 
Roll up three grams boy I’m numbing up the pain 
Still I’m bugging out dead bodies on my brain  
Reminiscing bitch I’m bout to crave me up a lame
Man he was tripping should’ve stayed up in his lane 
Trying play around but really I don’t play 
Got a problem with me then you better to get spraying 
Only been a human but you better get to praying 
If he do me dirty then I’m digging up a grave
Got so many straps I pop it looking like a rave  
I got so many strap I got it looking like a rave
If I pop my straps I got it looking like a rave
I’m sending shots right through his face
Ski mask on no case 
What you talking bout I leave yo existence straight erased 
Put I'm in the dirt I said I put em in the grave 

Rolling with a stick but still he might be getting poked 
Always keep the blade on me in case he coming close 
Talking on the web till we pull a kick doe 
Yea I’m getting money cuz I hit licks though 

Don’t be stain 
Got these wild thoughts that I really can’t contain 
Roll three grams boy I’m numbing up the pain 
Still I’m bugging out dead bodies on my brain  
Dead bodies on my brain 
Reminiscing bitch I’m bout to crave me up a lame

KEEP A BLADE

KEEP A BLADE (PROD HERKILLA)

MOBBS RADICAL - THE STATE OF A BROKEN MIND(PROD. ANTGODIGITAL! x JON LOC x MOBBS)

MOBBS RADICAL - THE FUGUE STATE(ANTGODIGITAL! x JON LOC)

A Quiet Mind

Talk

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - THE GIVER
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow

THE GIVER

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - THE GIVER  (prod. ³³marrow)

25 To Life

A collaboration between Grim Salvo and Witchouse 40k @grimsalvo @hell_usa

Featuring:
Lil Darkie @lildvrkie
Savage Ga$p @avageaspandungique
Brahman @brahmvn

Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - QUEEN LEECH

Tour Bus Terrorist

• BEAMON —

🦕Spotify— https://open.spotify.com/artist/4YdeEI1YlIPMBgxdDNc39K?si=1G_Oa71bQGC_b35Dmq89Dg

🦕SoundCloud— @thebeamon

🦕Instagram— instagram.com/thebeamons

🦕Twitter- www.twitter.com/thebeamon

•OMENXIII —

🦕Spotify— https://open.spotify.com/artist/760kxYHN5QTrD1DehiimjB?si=SRaOPYbtSIe6Kr_twZH3eQ

🦕SoundCloud— @OMENXIII

🦕Instagram— instagram.com/OMENXIII

🦕Twitter- www.twitter.com/OMENXIII

•ALWAYSNOVEMBER —

🦕Spotify— https://open.spotify.com/artist/6HHIolrOWWDKlymbyXqH9K?si=t8kaftkzT6GnhpP3i0jkzw

🦕SoundCloud— @alwaysnovember213

🦕Instagram— instagram.com/dedd213

🦕Twitter- www.twitter.com/dedd213

OMENXIII & BEAMON & ALWAYSNOVEMBER - HOUSE OF SPIRITS

• BEAMON —

🦕Spotify— https://open.spotify.com/track/5bBHklFhSqvJjVNGYbuN2j?si=173953760e2a4798

🦕SoundCloud— www.soundcloud.com/thebeamon

🦕Instagram— instagram.com/thebeamons

🦕Twitter- www.twitter.com/thebeamon

BEAMON - HOUSE OF THE DEAD (produced by CRCLXX)

Surprise! FOLLOW VIOLENCETAHELL - @violencetahell666

LYRICS:

I been feelin’ sick I don’t know what this shit is

Triple six the voices screaming in my head won’t give in 

Saying commit but I’ll never be the one to let the mothafuckas kill me and win 

I’ll sin 
Till the grim 
On a whim
Puts a fucker underneath cos he’s scared I’ll kill him 

I’m talking BOUT murder

When she scream in the dirt I heard her 

Walk away like ya did when I heard ya

Like I’m lost in the street 
Got a heart but no beat 
Got a car but no key 
So I burn her 

And I watch the smoke rise
Took a life so confide in the sky 

And as the cloud billows out I  am beginning to see that the devil is showing his smile 


Im tryna be the person that I wanted to be

Until I look down at the ground and see the blood on my jeans 

I see the knife in my hand

I got my head in the sand 

The moonlight shining down illuminates  the rest of my plan (Hook x2)

Fall back 
Fall back to the bat 
Cos a mothafucka boutta put a brother on attack 
Got the Dog tag 
Hangin' from the mask  I’m a mothafuckin mess 
Never stress 
I’m the best mess yet 
Like hoo 
Run up on a mothafucka 
When I get it imma kill em let a fucker suffer 
Is a cold case 
Cold case 
Cold face 
Leave a pussy just to rot up in a fuckin' cold place 

When I’m knees deep in the mothafuckin' deep sea never gonna be the one to let the demons defeat  

I refuse to leave 
And I refuse to be 
Anything less than the me that I’ve been 

Hoo 

I be screamin' lay a curse on my soul 
As I emerge from once I came I’m crawling up out the hole 

I’m a 

Mastermind of the lines  
I’d say divine 
Using blood to etch the rhymes
While I prepare to sacrifice 

The lives of all those doubting me and all my fuckin'  dreams this shits a fuck you the pussies that are starting to see me