I heard you niggas think Yvng Drvkxslvyer is pussy.
I’m about to slide down his block and show this nigga who a rookie.
Ain’t no motherfucking negotiation, you can think about what we could be.
You niggas think you hard? Well, my pistol shoot you through the woody.

I guess you can call me the motherfucking grim reaper.
Sleep is the cousin of death, and my motherfucking glock is a sleeper.
You outta line, your life is mine; bitch, you can call me your keeper.
About to slide down they block, and smoke these niggas like they some reefer.

Now what’s this hear I about niggas running off with some work?
I guess he didn’t know I don’t fucking playing around with that purp.
About to pull up on his block and pop, all the nigga heard was skrrt skrrt.
I’m stealing lives with this glock; it snatched a nigga out his fucking t-shirt.

I heard you put money on my head, making motherfucking bets.
You about to get wrecked; ‘bout to knock your fucking head off your neck.
I don’t care about the money, this not about a fucking check.
It’s time for you to die, all the requirements have been met.

Hell's Church

Why these motherfuckin’ niggas wanna die?
(Niggas wanna die.) [Left]
(Why these niggas wanna die?) [Right]
Pulled up on his block; turned the nigga to apple pie.
(To apple pie.) [Left]
(Turned the nigga to apple pie.) [Right]
Left his head on the window and his spirit in the sky.
(In the motherfuckin’ sky.) [Right]
And his body on the pavement; I watched the motherfucker fry.
(I watched that motherfucka fry.) (Huh.) [Both]

These niggas tryna play tough.
(They tryna play what?) [Both]
I’m ‘bout to dial yo’ number and call yo’ bluff.
(And call your bluff, nigga.) [Both]
It’s Thanksgiving, ya turkey ass niggas ‘bout to get stuffed.
(‘Bout to get stuffed, nigga.) [Left]
(‘Bout to get stuffed.) [Right]
Let these bullets a seize ya, then watch a motherfucka
 shake up.
(Watch a nigga shake up.) [Left]
(Shake up.) [Right]

I’m a playa, but I’m not here to fuckin’ play no games.
(I’m ain’t playin’ no fuckin’ games.) [Both]
Pictured him dead, then knocked his body out his fuckin’ frame.
(I’mma knock him out his frame.) [Left]
(Knock him out his frame.) [Right]
He a what? I don’t give a fuck, I’mma kill him; nigga, fuck his gang.
(Fuck his gang.) [Left]
(Fuck this nigga.) [Right]
They want some too? I brought the heater; feel the fucking flame.
(Burn.) [Left]
(Thaaa!) [Right]
(Huh.) [Both]

So, don’t you ever try me.
(So, don’t you ever try me.) [Left]
(Don’t you try me.) [Right]
Or get tortured; unable to ID your body.
(Unable to ID your body.) [Left]
(Who?!) [Right]
Who would have thought that you would make me cause the homi?
(I’mma kill this nigga.) [Left]
Put some holes in his head; turned the nigga into salami.
(Turned a nigga into salami.) [Left]

Riot Talk

I could have sworn I told him to keep my fucking name out his mouth.
Now I’m pulling up at his house; left a nigga dead, he was sleeping on the couch.
Knocked a nigga out, couldn’t say ouch, couldn’t even shout; what’s this all about?
Nigga wanted clout, so without a doubt I aimed it at his snout, you can bet he seen a drought.

I’m wetting you pussy niggas, I’m ‘bout change your fucking figure.
I’ll kill a cracker bitch if she even think of calling me a nigger.
Turn a nigga to a scratch off ‘cuz I’m really itching to pull this trigger.
Nigga thought he was big and bad, and found out Yung Draco is bigger.

Goddamn, my motherfucking gun don’t jam.
If he run to the pigs, I turn the nigga to ham.
I’m crazy, I’ll kill a nigga right there on cam.
I’m bringing pain, I’m about to take right to his fam.

If you want beef, then there will be no resolution.
I’m about to break you, turn you into pollution.
You taking notes, I’m taking lives; I guess we found the solution.
If the boot fits, we pull up and we shooting.

Morse Code

Yung Dracoslayer, I’m about cause a disaster.
Slide down his block, and hit a nigga with the blaster.
Mask on my face, and, yes, I am the master.
If a bitch don’t wanna fuck, then I walk right past her.

I’m about jack son, and show him a smooth criminal.
Fuck covering your mouth, you better keep the noise to a minimal.
Or I kill you right now ‘cuz my anger is at its pinnacle.
Pulled up with twin glocks; now you and your boys look identical.

Niggas keep talking about I should tolerate that and this.
Nigga, I’m Yung Dracoslayer, and I don’t tolerate shit.
When I pull up on your block, and this pistol come off my hip.
I’m gone let this bitch rip, and leave your bitchass in a ditch.

I think it’s about time that I teach you a lesson.
But first, let me grab my bullets, and load up my weapon.
‘Cuz I’m really not the one, and you tried me; you testing.
Time slide down your block, and kill you; no question.

The Bass

Why you niggas keep playing? Thinking I won’t turn to Satan.
About to slide down his block, come see the damage I’m creating.
They say Yung Draco real blunt, so this pistol you’ll be facing.
When I pulled up on his block, I could see his heart racing.

Nigga, there is no escaping; yes, I’m coming for you.
After I kill a pussy nigga, I’m going undercover.
I turn you pussy ass niggas into rubber butter.
And I kill bitches too, I’m a mother lover.

My choppa ready for a nigga, it’ll knock you off.
You keep on saying that you hard, but you niggas soft.
Bullets hit his chest; the pussy nigga couldn’t even cough.
Oh, you hot? Here, you go; swallow this Molotov.

Every time I pull up, it’s a fatality.
I’ll hit a pussy ass nigga with a battery.
He sold his soul, so I’m about turn him to celery.
Ain’t no catching shit; nigga, fuck a felony.

The Quiet Storm

I praise my reflection ‘cuz I’m my motherfucking savior.
Pull up with a laser, and get to spraying at a hater.
No chance to say goodbye, he thought this pistol would see him later.
Turned the nigga to toast, he a ghost, got roast; his bitch calling me baker.

Yung Dracoslayer, I’m ‘bout have a nice evening.
The odds of you surviving is what we’re about to even.
All the bullets that you receiving is about to leave your family grieving.
Don’t get to sneezing, we get to squeezing; now a nigga dead, got killed for no reason.

Nigga, I’m a fucking savage; they pleading to stop the madness.
Slid down his block, coming his way; nigga, let him have it.
Idk if killing my enemies is a hobby or habit.
But I got this fucking mag, and you pussy niggas looking like a magnet.

So keep talking shit like I won’t motherfucking shoot ya.
Nigga think that he the man; I’m about to show him this pistol super.
I’m knocking off every limb, so there’s no motherfucking recuperation.
Niggas be faking; I’m about to kill him in the coupe.

Armageddon

I’m tired of these niggas keep trying my fucking patience.
Let the bullets hit his body; turn the nigga into a patient.
I heard you talking ‘bout you gone kill me; well, nigga, I’ll be waiting.
I’m a demon, and with this gun, I’m about to show you a demonstration.

You can pray to God, but ain’t no motherfucking savior.
Hit him at the mall walking up the escalator.
Ain’t no ducking these fucking bullets; so, nigga, I’ll see you later.
Shouldn’t have been talking shit like I wouldn’t piss on a hater.

He hit my phone, saying “Yung Draco, my money out of touch”.
I hit his dome, saying “too bad, my nigga, you outta luck”.
My nigga you wack, there is no slack that will be cut.
Unless it’s with the knife, and I’m aiming at your gut.

Jungle Rumble

These niggas think they killers; well, motherfucker, I’m Osiris.
I’m about to slide down his block, and hit a nigga in his eyelids.
If you keep all talking that shit, I’mma fucking resort to violence.
Kill a nigga, then vacate to a motherfucking island.

You doing all that talking, but nigga, you really ain’t about that killing.
Riding around with Shang Tsung; nigga, we soul stealing.
That choppa turn you to an exhibition; leaving your body all revealing.
All he heard was a few shots; left his brains on the ceiling.

I’m about to pull up, and show you the definition of true fear.
We can’t come to any agreements; I thought I made that crystal clear.
The way I predicted the future, you would have thought I was a seer.
What I do? I pulled up, and shot the motherfucker right through his ear.

Why you motherfucking shaking? I ain’t even do nothing.
Niggas thought that I was playing; niggas thought that I was bluffing.
Then I slid down his block, and hit a nigga with the oven.
Don’t call 911 ‘cuz this motherfucker not recovering.

Phase One

[Intro]
Husky Xing: Idk what’s wrong with me.
YD1: It’ll be okay.
YD2: Nothings wrong.
Husky Xing: What’s gotten into me lately?
YD1: You’ll be fine. Just follow me.
YD2: It’s me.
Husky Xing: Yeah, it’s Husky Xing.
Yung Dracoslayer: Uh, Yung Dracoslayer.

[Husky Xing]
How can you be scared of the dark when you been blind your whole life?
If you could see into the future, would you see beyond the strife?
Can you feel the knife that’s in your back?
Know that when I die that there ain’t no coming back.
Reincarnation just doesn’t exist.
To a being on a whole nother level like this.
How sweet is the kiss? How sweet is the kiss?
I cannot resist the taste of the abyss.
I speak not with a lisp; my words do not dismiss.
Who I miss? The Miss that comes from the mist.
Yes, I know the risk; she makes me really brisk.
Love she searches for, but my soul what she frisk.
I can give you the knowledge, but I can’t make you use it.
You can take my existence, but you can’t take my music.
Every word I write, and every word I do spit.
Transforms the world, and turns into a rubric.

[Interlude]
Who Am I?

[Yung Dracoslayer]
All I know is death and destruction.
Follow my instructions or prepare for abduction.
If Husky is the cure, then I am the corruption.
I’ll fuck you out your life; hope you love the seduction.
Murder saves the world from overpopulation.
If Husky blows up, I’m gone blow the operation.
I couldn’t give a fuck; nigga, fuck the administration.
I’m speaking for the demons of a new generation.
YD and HX is a deadly combination.
Fucking with your mind is our daily occupation.
Listen to my revelation, and face liberation.
If you don’t, don’t expect to reach your destination.
I like manipulation, can you feel the sensation?
Two sides of a coin, this what I call innovation.
Husky is the mute, and I am the mutation.
And I will kill, time for the annihilation.

Phase One

Yung Drakoslayer

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