BODAH REVY - AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? 
(produced by Blunt Christ)

LYRICS:

Bitch I got my woes on my side
Biddie, bye on that fuck shit
My hoe already died you and I never function 
My fet breakin heads taking names on that dumb shit
I step to your neck throwing shade when I bust bitch
I bang on your block fifty dollars and a screw loose
Who knew? Make em pick a side baby you choose
Im drugged out playing with the dead like its voodoo
My pack will tell a story show exactly what we use to

Okay! throw my shade
Biddie wanna fuck and talk about stain
I don't give a fuck when I'm out my mind 
But it don't mean shit when the bitch on fade, aahhh
Cut it off top with the razor
Lick it all off with the tongue
Stickin it back I heard you all cap
My body on crack I pack it up numb

Bitch I came up out my city banging fetty like its nothing
My pack raw, got fatal keys 
I piss em off when I bang my shit
My crystal make petty work 
You pissed off cause I made it work
I fucked up and then brought it back
With a .45 and 2 hunnit worth
Big fade I can't feel my body when I bang grey
Turning y'all to fodder when I throw shade
Pistol came with that blocka
Droppin anybody who got it 
Pussy stay up outta my pockets - revy

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION?

AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION? (prod. Blunt Christ)

Suicide Door (Ft. Stemodity)

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 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

VVS x SECT UNIT - KILL BILL V2

DEVOUR MY DEMONS (PROD.LXNTIL) (MIX.ARAGOTH)

MOBBS RADICAL- SMITHEREENS(PROD. JON LOC)

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

More wood for the fire, lyrics posted soon

houston we have a problem (prod. benihana boy)

Happy Valentines day!

Poppin pillies with a red dot
Kobra-king on my sight its lookin red dawg 
kinda set the floor beggin for a wet mop
Listen to her head pop, neck broken with a fuckin sledgeham'

Taste it - she be lookin good with the face-shift
Told that bitch she needed to spend a dollar on facelift 
Im the kind of people u dont fck with cuz ill turn and lane switch
'fore u know you're chompin' on grenade pin

Poppin pillies with a red dot
Kobra-king on my sight its lookin red dawg 
kinda set the floor beggin for a wet mop
Listen to her head pop, neck broken with a fuckin sledgeham'

Ill repeat its my death song, I do it right way break in those drums I make em deaf wrong
Tell me something against my will I write you grave, RIP in set stone
I'm unamendable bet wrong, 30 racks on red one

What a fuckin chance this is, im a daffodil to pick - petal to the petal I think my good luck has fizz-led
Lets go chiseled, drop that mac for thistles, poison ivy in my gat incendiary missile 
What a fuckin chance this is, im a daffodil to pick - petal to the petal I think my good luck has fizz-led
Lets go chiseled, drop that mac for thistles, poison ivy in my gat incendiary missile 

Poppin pillies with a red dot
Kobra-king on my sight its lookin red dawg 
kinda set the floor beggin for a wet mop
Listen to her head pop, neck broken with a fuckin sledgeham'

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TUCK IT, UP IT

PROPHET

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