LYRICS:

You know it’s schemaboys to the mothafuckin grave bitch 

Sxmpra stay the same and you know I never take shit 

I don’t talk about it 
I just spit 
And let the bass hit 

You don’t really wanna be the one to have to run up turn and face it 

Pussy mothafucka really wanna be the one to pull up on a brotha wait a minute better stand back 

Imma be the on to get a mothafuck jumpin to the bass let rip so quick who dat 

Do it alone 
Now gimme da bone
Im takin em on 
When I pop off 
Let em fall flat 

Let a man Swang with a baseball bat 
I don’t need that mothafucka who mad?

Comin from the underground ain’t losin the sound 

I’m tryna make my brothers proud you know I’m doin it now 

These other rappers can’t compete they fuckin hate when they down 

I came from nothin now they just can’t keep my name out the mouth 

They don’t really fuck with the ones like us 
And They gon see us as a threat till we overcome 
We tell em boy you outta luck 
Cos the the clock has struck 
And we gon come to take the throne 
Man yo time is up 


They don’t really fuck with the ones like us 
I don’t really fuck with the ones like them 
Put em in a grave bitch eat my dust 
Never gonna get away bitch where’s my pen 

Writing down these lyrics I’m igniting the paper I guess it’s safer to type em I got the gods in my favour 
Cos I’m cowbell warrior 
Boy we ain’t the same 
You ain’t spit the shit like this I guess I drive em insane 
Aye 
Wait a minute mothafucka really wanna buck up with a brotha gotta put em in the gutter with the other mothafucka that tried to test my team I guess i need to let em free 

I’mma be 
What I been
Stay the same 
Until I D.I.E 

I’ll Rest In Peace knowin that I fuckin backed my team

COWBELL WARRIOR! (Prod. SXMPRA)

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KILL YOURSELF Part II: The Black Suede Saga

ROTTEN SOULS

Diabolical Verse

Intro: 
How did you do it?
With a razor
And why did you want to?
To cut your wrists?
Or even bleed to death?
You wanted to bleed to death?
Yes I did
Why?
Because I have nothing
(Yah, yah, yah)
I'm tired of here
Tired of living?
(Yah, yah, yah)
I'd like to try a new place

Bitches gon' lie never showed up
Said you gon' try, never showed up
Bet I be high, dutch sewn up
G-R-E-Y done blowed up
Feelings gon' die when I pop, pop, pop
Xa-Xan to my mind what I got, got, got
Le-Left in my life I be tired, tired, tired
Sev-Sever my ties with the fye, fye, fye

Face I'm never showing
Stuck, I'm always smoking, always choking
Feel like all my life a loading
Screen, important never notice
All my tendencies are broken
Tracking I ran out of hope and
I don't never see the morning
I done severed the controlling of
Volition, I ain't missing out on wishing
For the betterment of living
Ain't no vision in this sentence
Y'all be bitching, I be pissing
Out these motherfucking digits
Stay committed to the mission
Even though I'm fucking livid
Never slipping I'm a—

Bad motherfucker with a Grey heart
Push away the sentiment I'm killing what I came for
Leveled up bitch I done changed floors
Ain't nobody want me what the fuck I'm finna change for?
Come and try me better make sure
That you fucking kill me I ain't stopping 'till ya face torn
I ain't ask god what to pray for
Mental steady raining I ain't gotta check the radar
Tripping hella blotter
Never holy but I God 'em
I got bitches out in sodom
All yo' plays I know you bought 'em
Rich and I ain't from the bottom
DNA that's made from lava
Roll the blunt like it's a column
Hella green it ain't collared, I—
Numbing every day never feel alive
I ain't seen love what the feeling like?
Drown in my thoughts get the sea to rise
I'ma take yours and I'm getting mine

Deafening silence I wish I could be
Comfortable in my own skin, I can't breathe
Ready, go 'head and make all of you bleed
Came in the scene and I watching 'em flee
They all weak ain't admitting what they cannot be
Cause they seep insecurity, seeking the first to be winning
Ain't getting too close, you ain't hurting me
I pray to God you ain't heard of me

Outro: 
A new place?
What new place do you mean?
Well, well, well I-I expect to go to hell

SALIVA GREY-wtf im finna change for

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Gray/Grey

TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (FEAT. NA$TY MATT)

BEHOLD A PALE HORSE

Decomposing Before Daylight (Nightmares Are Like A Light)

Smells Like Children

Rock 'N' Roll Nigger

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

EITHER HATED OR IGNORED

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GHOSTEMANE - FLESH

(PART OF PHANTOM CLIQ)

CORVU$' music is about the effects of anxiety, brain switches and mood swings and hope to get his thoughts and bottled up hatred and anger out through his music.

Aliases:
YUNG $PLATTER
CORVU$ THA CANNIBAL 

Producer Name:
The Postal Dude