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Suicide Door (Ft. Stemodity)

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GOONS!

GOONS! | MILITXNT x PROPHET x PERISHED HART [prod. ARAGOTH]

prod rulz
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by @savagewav

Lyrics:
Semi automatic 
Hanging out the fucking window 
Imma kill a bitch boy 
Turn his hoe into a widow 
Imma shoot him in the head 
& It really is that simple 
Put some holes all in his face 
& It’s something like a dimple

With the barrel to his head 
Imma pop him in the temple 
We gon walk up on his body
& make sure we leave him crippled 
My hearts cold like an icicle
Y’all know prophet is a sicko
I think all y’all got the memo
That I always got extendo’s 

They gon outline his dead body 
But it won’t be with a pencil
& I took him out so quickly 
It was like early dismissal 
My rifle bullets like missles 
I promise that I won’t miss you 
223’s rip through the tissue 
30 clip’s gon solve the issue 

Blow my pistol like a whistle
Heater burn em let it sizzle 
We gon wet em like a drizzle 
Shoot his head under the pillow 
Leave his body in the willow
Now his soul is going below
Welcome to the fucking killzone 
I just love it when the blood flows 

Take his body 
To my home 
Imma take away 
yo hope 
Feed my dog 
the human bones 
different breed
one of my own 
catch a body 
make a post
fully auto 
with a scope 
1911 in chrome 
Put some shots 
into your dome 

Bitch I’m sliding like a slope 
popped it at him and he froze 
Hollow tips ripped off his nose 
Where’s his body? No one knows 
Y’all know how it fucking goes 
Prophet killing all the foes  
And I always stay ten toes 
That’s cuz I could never fold 

be the same even when old 
got this shit locked in a hold 
Don’t act up don’t get too bold 
Watch me make his body roll 
got the heat if you want smoke 
Leave you hanging from a rope 
Put his body in a furnace 
turn the heat up like a stove

KILLZONE

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

.                   INTL. TYRANT SECT MEMBERS
.                      DVRKSIDE & ILLUSION LUNA
.                            “Recipe for Murder:”
.                                 Prod. CURTES


Verse 1 : DVRKSIDE 


I beg thee 
Test me 
Bitch I got the recipe 
For murder 
make em rest in peace 
The devil got a hex on me 

I stand and deliver 
Momma raised a killer 
So if you try and press me ima snatch yo fuckin liver 

Bitch I’m cut throat 
Heads roll 
Anytime I let go 
Squeeze inhale the gun smoke 
Weed for sale and much moe 

You fuckin with the sect 
So you better show respect 
If you talk up out yo neck 
Then you just breathed in yo last breath 

I don’t play nice 
I’ll take yo life and won’t think twice 
So roll the dice 
But you’ll get sliced and put on ice 

Cause I can’t leave a body warm 
So I don’t 
That shotty leave you body torn 
Lil boy you choked 
—————————————————————————
Verse 2 : ILLUSION LUNA


momma raised a killa 

twist the blade up in yo liver 

bitch my backwood taste vanilla 

tyrant sect we a militia  

no michael jackson this a thriller 

pray to god but i’m a sinner 

yeah it’s cold but i don’t shiver 

run up em make em quiver 

bitch i’m out for blood till there’s nothing that remains 

pussy boy you up next to meet my fucking blade

time to meet yo fucking maker run and hide but you ain’t safe 

mothafucking tyrant sect bitch you betta know tha name 
—————————————————————————

Verse 3 : DVRKSIDE

Boy yo ass so fake you ain’t no G outside that booth 
If you ain’t gang then you can’t hang unless it’s dangled from my noose 
Tyrant sect out on the loose 
So you best watch how you move 
Leave nothing left but thoughts of you and scattered ashes on my boots 

Ima sex addict bitch I put the D in depression 
I been dead pussy don’t you step to this revenant 
Snatch out yo soul send yo bitch ass to Heaven 
Murder my art form bitch pain just a lesson

DVRKSIDE X ILLUSIONLUNA - RECIPE FOR MURDER (Prod. CURTES)

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

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

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats & @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz
accompanying visual directed by Ty.Psd and Jared Huber

EGREGIA

I don’t like you bitches
I know you don’t like me
Slide out the crib with a clip
Know it’s frightening
Go ask your bitch bro
I bet you that she like me
Hollow stay surrounded
Till he blows his brains, it’s likely

I’ll get you buried with your team
Stacked on top like y’all gon cuddle
It’s that terrorist they shuffle
Bitch I came up out the rubble
Y’all know hollow tend to cream
When I see them leaking puddles
Keep it G between 2 cutters
Ima fiend, got no rebuttal aye

Talking you a pussy
On some fuck shit, aim that
Looking for your head
When I cut shit, (REDACTED)
Put on BestGore
that’s a dub shit, save that
Motherfuckers ducking
When I bust, don’t say that

In hell with them angels
I-I-I don’t need a halo
Boy I heard that you was talking
Bout how all I sip is draino 
Drenched in their blood
Like I still don’t need a raincoat
Tell them Holly doesn’t speak
Unless their filling up my bankroll

It’s that elven fucking battle mage
Straight up out the dragon age
Ran up just to dig your grave
I’d say you got 11 days
You can try to run away
Until I come and take your legs
Carve your skin I wear your face
And rev this chainsaw in your brains

Gothic boy? He hot? Shit
Dripping in her panties
Got it boy? You not shit
Dip and pop some xannies
Crush a void, and then straw snip
Mucous taste like candy
Can’t avoid the truth I spit
My mind is feeling empty

DRA(I)NO (Prod. GA$H A$HEN x SKILL SYRUP)

PROD ARAGOTH + VINCE.M10
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die

LYRICS:

MILITXNT:
Stomp on his face with my motherfucking timberlands
 grabbing the knife bouta commit a sin again 
spinning the  block like a mf ceiling fan
 move on ya block I don’t need to be vigilant
 pull up to ya spot with a motherfucking  two piece 
roll ya ass up like a motherfucking loos leaf 
That pussy  boy talk but the mag barking louder 
smoking his family his tree turn to powder
 family is crying I’m burning his flowers 
guts on the floor u know we can devour
 kill Tracy don’t talk to crazy
put ya hands down u not banging 
speak again there’s no more waiting 
hit ya family where there laying 
u talk like a gangster you nothing but bitch made 
carve out his body it’s empty got blood stains
all on my face cus we ripped em up Ak 
stick at ya grandmothers why u ain’t pack shit
 always on me make that pussy do back flips 
taking his bag count it up I can’t stack shit 
broke lil bitch u ain’t never gonna make it 
speak on the gang know I’m coming with big sticks
 reload the Glock give me time got some big clips 
sharpen my knife ready fuck em up wrist slits

PROPHET:
I’m in Lawrence MA 
Come out here we can play 
Got a big Mac 11 
Disfigure yo face 
You ain’t going to heaven 
Ain’t leaving no trace 
Lay down your family 
Put them in a grave 
Broke little fxggot 
Speak on homies name
stomp on your head 
Til I start seeing brains 
Breaking your jaw 
Put your face on the pave
You want the smoke 
I can fly outta state 
Pull up at your door 
We know right where you stay 
Got rugers with Glocks 
And a couple ak’s  
We gon pull up 
And won’t leave til your slain 
You get beat down 
And we’re snatching yo chain 
ain’t met a real one
This shit ain’t a game 
Rep for the set
I put on for the gang 
I’m with some og’s
That put in the pain 
Cut up your body 
And watch the blood drain 
I hope you die 
From a needle in vein
OD on fentanyl
Laced with your Caine 
Turn you to a puddle 
I’m leaving a stain 
If you got a bitch 
She my side, not a main 
She wanna slide 
Got her wet like the rain 
I am animal 
You cannot tame 
I need the money 
You’re in it for fame 
Pussy your fucking 
career is a shame 
Look at your face 
I can see you’re a lame 
I got advice for you 
stay in your lane 
Killing brings joy 
That I cannot contain 
I’ll keep on killing 
Long as I remain

KILLZONE

PROPHET

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