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The Human Lumberjack

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WITH: @BRUHMANEGODDD
PROD: @NOVAFLED
MIX: @ZYROM
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[SAINT SLEEP]
Booze cruising in the 4th dimension im about to crash the whip
Infinite blunt rotation with me myself and I
Fuck a pension imma blow it all on PCP
Sorry sweetie but yo daddy need vacation for a hundred weeks
Give no shits
No clip
Through the walls
No polygons
On the slope
No hoes allowed in my crib
Give them blue balls on the first date
Sorry that I was the only winner of the sperm race
Show up the party at the end of the universe
Know you all disgusted I can see it on your face
"Who invited sleep?"
Someone send him far away
Only way I leave is if I'm riding in a hearse
Meet me at the front desk
Checking in to the trapezoid of suffering
A torturous device to seal me in for eternity
Devils in fraternity snorting powder 
Sticking red hot pokers in my ears
Until I hear this stupid track

[HOOK]X2
Trapezoid of suffering
Let me out
I'm trapped within

[BRUHMANEGOD]
Need a buzz, I gotta get my vice up
Trapezoid, a god in my brain, eyes light up
Pressed in the elements, I walk toward the light
Bitch I’m booted up, dmt demons in my sight
Its the human condition, aint shit alright
Grab a stick and a rock, I’ll be eating all night
Best of the best, bitch I feel like all-might
I can look toward the stars cuz the rope grip tight
I’m enclosed in the shapes, yea the rope finna break
Imma open the gates, getting close to the day
Closed in the shade, bitch I’m oceans away
Supernova decay, fashion nova today
On a spinning ball of dirt and it breathe, on god
Feel this shit in my blood, I don't need no god
And it aint none like what the people thought
I don't feel no thoughts, been a week on rocks

[BRIDGE]
I’m in the trapezoid
I’m in the trapezoid
I’m in the trapezoid
I’m in the trap I’m in the trap I’m in the trapezoid
I’m in the trap I’m in the trap I’m in the trap I’m in the trapezoid

[HOOK]X2
Trapezoid of suffering
Let me out
I'm trapped within

Trapezoid of Suffering

Stream/Buy

Trapezoid of Suffering ft. BRUHMANEGOD [prod. novâfled]

TAKES 2 TO KILL ME

Dropitlikeitshot! (prod.Slowboy)

lyrics:

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(kami)
i keep on moving i’m never gon rest bitch
i just sold fentanyl percs to a sped kid
stay with the poles like a fucking election 
call me a tutor how i’m finna test him 
Pull it with no hesitation
rocks on my neck, all the diamonds caucasian 
fuck that bitch once ain’t even know what her name is
then i’m gon give her the kick like i’m sheamus 
my fabric designer who the fuck gon tussle
This chopper here lift, i let it burn like Usher
got 2 twin glock, they never separated i guess you say they in love with each other
did all this shit on my own need no manager got VS1 diamonds they colder than canada 
walk in and the ice on my neck change the temperature 
oh that’s yo bitch? sorry brodie i handled her 

(vooted)
strangle her 
beat on that pussy lil bitch ima damage yuh
she do what i say like im mothafuckin manager
me and kami gonna step on the scene its a mothafuckin massacre

(kami)
what the fuck is blud waffling bout
i don’t talk on twitter i just shoot unannounced 
we came strapped we not playing around
yes this choppa finna make a hell of a sound

(vooted)
my niggas dogs in the pound 
try to run up and you lost and not found
gun make yo body hit the mothafuckin ground
and vooted inbound to your town
i pull up at night like a fucking hellhound
i skin his mothafuckin face off
decapitate that nigga wita chainsaw
i am a mothafuckin outlaw
and ill kick that nigga he get lockjaw
bitch im incredible 
making her scream lika festival 
money on decimal 
money get flexible 
yes it get stretchable
he acting skeptical 
aim with the reticle 
turn that lil boy to a vegetable 
make em forgettable 
he need a medical 
soul is no longer accessible 
i done came in this bitch to go murder
i fuck on his bitch then i dip ima dirt her
he act like a bitch cause he know ima hurt her
im talking about him cause he pussy indeed
im never alone all my niggas in 3’s
i keep a gun on my dash
if he want the smoke thats his ass
when im grabbing his face ima smash
oh she want a pretty little mister
blade in her man he got stabbed like a splinter 
tryin to prevent a
mothafucking end yuh

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(hachi)
Up that stick
I'mma up that bitch
I'mma pull with the gang, we gon' fuck that bitch
It's a gangbang hoe we gon' run this shtick
If you fucking wit' us then you gon' die quick
It's over, I got the sun in my hand
And I blow it right over
Hellstorm 'n' tornadoes break his composure
Yo' buddy is dead thought I'd give you some closure
He mediocore
Schrondinger model, I'm dead and alive
A hypothetical but look in my eye
You'd fuck with a god but you don't wanna die
I know that he cry, he ain't tough he lie
He ride with the set but he ain't wit the way
He just like a surfer, the beach, the wave
Rapping the words that he get told to say  
Ye' ain't mean this shit, so just walk away
Hunnid drums mean a hunnid rounds
Times a hunnid thou
In the backseat
Like I'm Xvooted I fuck in the backseat
Red dot, his face, look like it's acne
Like he an Indian
He getting sent to Samadhi
I ride wit' my blood don't just ride
Wit' nobody
I Need some help cus I'm rowdy
I'm descending to hell cus I'm God, I embody

FUCK YOUR PHiLOSOPHY w/ 238HACHIMAN

SUPPORT RUZLXN

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TRUST NO ONE!©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

I'm a cataclysmic catalyst 
chaos been in the making
toxic when im offin
all my opps are in the basement

I love to see them fallin in a coffin hesitation
Im impatient with my blade
and satan inside my brain I DONT CARE

I do not see any god
I do not see any peace
I do not grant any mercy to those who have cursed me
with nothing but being a leach

TRUST NO ONE
TRUST NO ONE
I CANT TRUST NO ONE
TRUST NO ONE
TRUST NO ONE
I CANT TRUST NO ONE

CTF LET EM RIP
F U TOO TO MY SWORN ENEMIES
CTF LET EM RIP 
F U TOO TO MY SWORN ENEMIES

(Ruzlxn's Verse)

If these fuckers try to test me
I'm lettin em rest in peace
I'm leavin em fuckin leaded no better than kd
cemented my place see
these bitches aint got shit
bodied my enemies
kamikaze my id

Unappalled by the fuckin common
We look in your fuckin wallet and see you got nothin left
but the trauma Im givin all em
Enthralled by your subtle salt in your wound that you know youre causin
Youll never be better than all the flaws you've been part of

TRUST NO ONE
TRUST NO ONE
I CANT TRUST NO ONE
TRUST NO ONE
TRUST NO ONE
I CANT TRUST NO ONE

CTF LET EM RIP
F U TOO TO MY SWORN ENEMIES
CTF LET EM RIP 
F U TOO TO MY SWORN ENEMIES

TRUST NO ONE

TRUST NO ONE! (ft. ruzlxn)

(Intro)
I can't feel my face
I hide those bodies in that lake
I don't give two fucks what you say
I'll end your life today, today, yeah

"Takizava spin yo' block"
"Put the hammer down!"
"Torturecore, pick your body parts off the floor"

(Verse 1)
Comfort me, just hold on to me-e-e-e
Break me, watch me ruin my body-y-y-y

Yeah, I feel like a samurai, jabbing nails into your eyes
I'm not the dishwasher but I've got a pretty vampire smile
Dissecting his body parts, you don't wanna play with us
Got him hanging from the ceiling dripping out his fucking guts
I feel like I'm NEEDLEGUTS, 1,500 thousand cuts
Had me locked up for so many years and now they're gonna rot

(Bridge 1)
W-W-Why'd they hate me? Why'd they take me?
Think it's funny, watch me

(Verse 2)
Pussy boy I wish you well
Breaking all your bones, now watch me pull up crawling out of hell
Bitch I watch my mental shaking out upwards, I do not care
Got yo' bitch in my DMs she pull up, pullin' out her hair
(Pull up pullin' out her hair)
Pull his face back
When I feel the urge I gotta watch him collapse
Grip up on the hammer and I shoot a couple nails up in his lungs
Watch me while I'm ripping out his tongue
Mash him up, 'til he unrecognizable
Cut him up, and I'ma eat until I'm full
Cleaning out his organs and I'm living in his carcass
I don't like my father so I beat him like I'm Gorefest

(Bridge 2)
"Put the hammer down..."
"Charlie? Put the hammer down."
"Put the hammer down!"
Uagh!

(Verse 3)
Nightmares screaming at me "Charlie put the hammer down"
Swing the hammer round and round, I just wanna hear the sound
I just wanna hear you scream, why you talking down to me?
I just wanna watch you bleed, I love, I love, I love, watching you bleed
Watch the bugs and the animals crawl out your cage
I remember they would always call me fucking insane
That's why I had to take a bat to they mufuckin' brains
*Breath* *Scream* You can't stop me now
*Breath* *Scream* You can't stop me now
(Outro)
*Scream*
"Charlie."

MOTHER ON THE CEILING [PROD. TAKIZAVA]

prod. Sinister Ways

https://youtu.be/7bZxFVE6URA

Tortured Mind (feat. Undead Ronin & Tundramane)

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

DIRT w/ Lil 6ixxx

MOBBS RADICAL- HELP NOT WANTED(PROD. JON LOC)

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY

GOLDEN TICKET

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

PsychoSlut

PsychoSlut (Prod. RULZ)

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

MOSSBACK x SALIVA GREY - GRAVEWALKER'S ANTHEM

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

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

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 pxlsdead
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover: Zack Dunn

(LYRICS)

PROPHET:
Extended clips
on some movie shit 
Red beam to his head 
now he shivering 
Imma eat his raw organs 
like the liver king 
Imma stomp a bitch out 
In my timberlines 
Get too much pussy 
I could never simp 
Certified pimp 
walk with a limp 
Got so much money
that I swim in it 
Smoking like I have no 
Fucking limit bitch 

roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs 

(roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs)

MILITXNT:
Run it hit it spit it with the motherfucking blade up in my pocket u ain’t living 
fighting with the devil he keep hissing got the bullet right beside me I ain’t missing 
I got blood up in my throat I keep on spitting 
I’m gonna run it up 
im gonna fuck it up
taking your life better give it up 
so many bullets I spread it up
blood in my throat gonna cough it up 
feeling like shit
talking to demons it’s making me sick 
coming for you I don’t pick 
light up and smoke him then flick 
I got my blick dance on your grave take a piss 
Glock 19 wit a beam ready scheme 
gang right bedside me we making a scene 
sipping the blood im a feen 
knife to his head imma cut it off clean


roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib 
556 
goes through yo ribs 
Imma hit his face 
with hollow tips 
Beam on the stick 
So I cannot miss 
Fuck the cops 
Im yelling kill all pigs 


roll another blunt 
all gas 
no spliffs 
Shots to his top
And his wig 
got split 
Slit wrists 
in the bedroom 
let it drip 
Breaking through the back 
Now we’re in yo crib

PROPHET X MILITXNT - ISOLATE

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)

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 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 ALETHEO 

COVER ART: https://www.instagram.com/prodbrainmatter/