ALL I SEE IS MEAT

ALL I SEE IS MEAT [prod. Undead Ronin]

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CONJURING ASHES (PROD. UNREM)

Produced by: Wadjet
Cover Artwork by: FXCKJAMiE

(Lyrics)

Yeah I’m still a fucking dead man 
Walk around your block, no emotion I be deadpanned
I’m a killer, see my red hand
Throw you in the river, til you wash up on the wet sand
Ain’t no secret im a sinner
(I’m a sinner)
No redemption, not a glimmer
(Not a glimmer)
Lost cause to the grave
Never want to be saved
There’s no coming back ‘cause now I’m too depraved 

Here to fuck up again 
I can’t be defeated I’m a god among men 
Doing what I intend
Aint no interfering with me that’s a dead end

All that talk’s a waste
Simply toxic waste
and I wrecked all my bridges 
no respect for these bitches
Need a check just to finish 
like damn

Always talking like they made it
Half the fucking scene’s simply full of imitation 
Why we still up on the same shit?
Yeah I swear god, I’ve been loosing all my patience 
I wasn’t planning on this song
wasn’t til wadjet sent the beat I’m on
I Didn’t think it’d be long
Until I drop dead but shit I guess I was wrong

[Outro]

( Here to fuck up again
All that talk’s waste
Simply toxic waste )

HEMOPHILIA (PART 2) [PROD. WADJET]

MOBBS RADICAL x THE FALLEN KING x NOTIONS x MVKO- FXCK Y0U(PROD. ALYCE)

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up

Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit

Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack

Pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap

hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs

Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm

Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye

GOTTABLAST (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

MOSSBACK x SALIVA GREY - GRAVEWALKER'S ANTHEM

Suicide Door (Ft. Stemodity)

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

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

PROPHET

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