Damn, u always been goin hard, it’s amazing u still improving. Well done twin 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

The House At Gallows End [prod Undead Ronin]

VVS x TuMaggz -  FLATLINE EM

Lyrics:

Run away from this place
Never look back run away
Into this door I open wide
To be rebirthed a final time
Realize my hidden purpose
Close the curtains on this life
I ain’t talking suicide
It’s time to slow my breath and try
Time speeds up
When you out in the light
Brightness coats everything in my sight
I’d rather sit tight 
In the grasp of the darkness
Turnin my foes to a carcass
Better pay attention to the words that I say
When I lurk wit the blade
Cut a smile in my face 
And watch yo skin tone fade
Got you pale in the face
I see the fear in yo gaze
Boutta make you break
Better know yo place
I got you hoes on yo toes
Leaving you leakin from yo nose
Throwing these bullets 
Toss you to the maggots
Your spirit gets tainted under the eclipse 
Contort yo body rip yo flesh
Got you pleading for yo death
Won’t show mercy
Feeling thirsty
Drink yo blood drain out the rest
Show you pain you ain’t know you could feel 
I’m an undead god ronin ready to seal
All these bodies in a coffin
Never open up the casket 
Burn yo funeral and leave you motherfuckers in a field 
Bitch I’m ready for a fight
Think you know the meaning of might
Spillin out yo organs
Silent breath malicious visions
I Might break all of yo bones
And turn yo ass into some victims 
Hoe

It’s that mane who be bringing the pain
You see me crowned in my anguish
Skin in the flames
Weaving bodies into totems
Warding off all of these bustas
Come around and you gon learn
The reason they all call me deathless
Motherfucker get a grip
Better stand yo ground or you go limp
Walk up wit a Kama splitting lips
You should know you just a bitch 
Carving all em up and then I dip
I ain’t fuckin worried boutta tip
They gon find out 
Undead rise when I summon em up
I bring a violent kinda vibe
That you all eatin up
Boutta stomp my feet
Onto busta bitches faces
Leave em bloody and disfigured
Disemboweled and beheaded 
Gripping that Muramasa 
Bitch I’m cutting you up
Don’t give a fuck bout the law
Bitch I’m serving em up
Magickal curses 
You fuckas got warned about
Testing yo luck 
Step to me you turn inside out
Step up to my door yo fate is sealed
From the start
If I answer when you beckon
Know it’s bullets blades and blood
It’s the mane
Catch me cutting that fuckin 
Smile in my face
Tattered flesh around my mouth
My eyes have sunken 
Skin withered yuh
Black eyes staring at you
From within the darkness
Hark of the bells
Watching this place begin the change
It peels ‘way and shows you mane
The face of evil
Bound in chains
It says to you it’s time to die
You cannot stop the thousand eyes aye

SILENT BREATH [prod. Undead Ronin]

CEMETERY TALK

SPLIT THEY HEADS LIKE MOSES w/ Reap x Eryxse x Mercy (prod. Requiem Cult)

im the king of them im captain of the ship

i take a tip from them my fans are so damn god drawn generous

i tell the better djinn up above my motherfuckin hips

yeah the soul that is within

that my fans are up to this


up to a killin that i wanna do in summer time with brisk

sippin on some lemon iced tea, till i die in my own piss

now i kiss, blow it to the fans cuz deathly hallow is 

close to breath, i can feel it diamond ice will be my end

double up the daphodills, got duffled money tucked

didnt want to laugh at you, but you're walking like a fuckin slut

get it up, we need a soldier son im shaking on it yuh,

im gonna clap and chew while i watch these young men bruise rough up

eachother, likened to brothers, i need sisters just as well as the other to keep us headstrong above the water

can feel it compatible with the mother, wisdom from childhood, hidden blade under

waiting to brandish you, waiting for blunder - lookin for opening, tired of dope and things - need fame and hope to bring back to these ridden down lovers

AFLOAT (PROD. SPHYNX)

DRACULA'S CURSE [prod. Undead Ronin]

New mix and cover art!

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I CAN HEAR IT IN THE WALLS

SYMBOLS ALL JUST START TO FALL

IM ALONE AND I DONT WANT

just A TASK WHERE I BECOME

Im a left-doll , never even

right has my nina steamin

I can cut em off like I'm feeling bubbles in  simmered leisons

I stretch and let em on - the hook is where I never leave  in

evil demon? nah man I'm more than that im a fuckin streamin treason

Yeah - I'm addicted to showing off these fucking temporal guts

I do surgery but I cut with  a threaded sword you never saw

golden silence in my mother fuckin vision in it shaw

It starts to dawn on you that I am never off Im never wrong

Im not like congress

Im a kong man

Fuckin conman...

Do you haul this?

What I mean is can you carry more than a personality tight??

Identity is nothing if you cant do something right 

With your life, with that knife - it doesn't cut itself, so FIGHT

THIS IS LIKE - YOUR CALL TO LIGHT - SO IM TELLING YOU

THIS RIGHT, YEAH this motherfuckin right, you know you have it but you wite

But you need to fuckin write -  ease into the pitch moonlight 

If im mistaken and you're bound to world the call me fuckin plight - but I know you know that I know more than you and you kno that I am right 

so listen to my dance, proof is right before your sight 

I'm the kind you want to be so learn from the     steps I leave inside

PARASCOPE (PROD. FANCYJ)

prod Prod. Zyller & Zepelin
Mixed by aragoth
Cover by Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

Lyrics:
It was never bout the money or the fame
All these pussy mutha fucka’s switching lanes 
Imma tell you I ain’t fucking with these lames 
Why the hell these bitches keep on playing games 
In the Cadillac just cruising in the rain 
Riding round the block just looking for a stain
Tryna turn another opp into a strain 
Smoking Tracy pack it’s fuckin wit my brain
I done let the demon out the devils cage 
Creeping lurking drag yo body in a cave 
Living life with all this mutha fucking rage 
slit my wrists and let it bleed into the drain 
It’s the only way to numb all of the pain 
Tell my homie he can lie all on my name 
do whatever when Im inside of the grave 
Put my body in the ground let me decay 
Kill a pussy boy and look em in the face 
Spinning blocks like we tryna win a race 
Guarantee that we beat this fucking case 
Everybody that’s a witness getting slain 
Everybody that’s around is getting sprayed 
Living in the trap at night I had to pray 
God ain’t listen imma demon anyway
Do a hit on anyone long as it pays 
And I’m Hungrier than ever need that food up on my plate 
Pull the trigger squeeze that shit and never hesitate 
Send a pussy boy straight up to the heavens gates 
Or if he goes to hell imma meet him cuz it’s fate 
Stepping up to me and I’m putting em in his place 
Dump the body in a river never leave a single trace 
Smoking in a hotbox I can’t see shit through the haze 
Drugs play with my memory so everything’s a daze 
I can’t fuck with anyone all they care bout is plays 
Stacking money nothing new soon as I got a taste 
saving all my money in a mutha fuckin safe 
even got a stash spot for every other state 
have a million in cash if I keep up at this rate 
I’m risking it all just to be one of the the greats 
Stuck inside the slums tryna move out of this place
And you can’t get rid of me cuz the prophets here to stay

DEVIL’S CAGE

Some more timber for you guys
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ACE BLOOD MALICE

LEAK IN SOME ROUGE TUNES ARE FILLIN UP MY CHALICE

I DRINK THE MUSIC FROM A SIDE-STEPPED REALM YOU SEE AS A FALLAC-y

IM CRUNCHIN NUMBERS AND THE UNDER-SHADOW OF DATA SEES 

Im Im Im waking up in inner vault, see my core of soul doin something bout that summer fault

I started an earthquake, right off my birthday - im eating numbers Im spitting them out

Making a model of em right on a gold-glass table after candles imcrashin it out  

Waking, baking, uh sillouette with satan, Ima clip out my debt, up behind me fuck it - yeah Im famous, looking in abyss and then callin it feds 

I can see it now, I'm flippin throw, kickflip my future off  shiny new crib...

Porsche gt4 with like 4 whores watchin outside got side-skirts burnouts and skids.... Yeh

Call me mother-fuckin scriptz, call me devil-daphodila-plucka with some anti-psychotic got beans in his lid 

Im catapult the tone, mono want chrome, scribing in my chest- and I write it in the tome

IM a wraith with heady-full of headies and some hopes - thinkin bout that rope swing, daily sayin nope

DEVIL’S CAGE

PROPHET

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