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prod.  @triplesixdelete
m&m  lordgasp

LYRICS:

i’m a savage
cold killer, call me guts
when i’m gonn’ ravage
knock knock ima drop em like they acid
yeah motherfucker i’m a fucking maverick
a godlike creature painting on his canvas
fucked up 
i could move the planets
PIPE UP, stupid you gonn’ end up in a casket
fuck with my convictions and i swear i go berserk
baby you my casca come and top me like a bird

  
you can laugh cuz i prefer to live a life of my own
and i feel it there’s a presence getting closer to home 
issa omen, it’s that feeling when you’re out of your zone
when you’re talking to yourself but are you really alone?

and it’s piling up and piling up, and on and on
i could snap at any moment i’ll be snapping their arms
uh , there’s no point in living
if i can’t let em know
i’ll be more alive than ever when i’m breaking their bones

i cant pop pills no i cant puff nada
im so anxious  *pass me my inhaler*
i cant stop
wondering will the pain stop 
brain gets sicker , contemplating on pullin the trigga

ive been waiting for something to happen
i’m running around with a rope on my neck
on my way to be something
they never believed i’m a god of my own
i’m a savage  you’re awaking maniacal thoughts 
ima throw all your parts after ripping em fast
like an animal busting your head open 
blood on the bat and theres no comingback

non stop
working on my desktop
burning my own skin
just to show em what i’m made of

[hook repeat]

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GODLIKE

shoutout the boys
https://soundcloud.com/xelmusic
https://soundcloud.com/promptomusic

ALL PLATFORMS

JASON W/ PROMPTO X XELISHURT (PROD. OAKERDIDIT)

prod. mercykill
ft. @lxrdk

Lyrics: 
Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

I got the Glocks loaded in it
In the whip windows tinted
With yo bitch she a dentist
Mortal Kombat way I finish
If i'm duckin yo call maybe i'm just busy hoe
I cant take a break untill i'm breakin' all my records, oh
And if you wanna talk shit, say it to my face
I ain't scared to leave you bloody
I'm not worried bout a case
Guns blastin' in yo face hoe, Woah!
Ain't nobody on my payroll, Go!
I got the weapons from the drums bro, Oh!
Its so acidic like that res flow, Cold!

If you ask me where my mind go I sold it with my damn soul
Parked up in the lamb told k to get the spliff rolled
Ima get the bands I stack it up mind yo info
I think i'm to fucked up homie where the Blick go

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose
Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

Just made a bag or 2
I keep it flippin every second then I laugh at you
That nigga talkin like his soul isn't detachable, hell catch a few
I know she want me bad, I do
Cant act a fool
But really I been chillin
Money comin slowly stack that shit up to the ceiling with my dawgs
That bitch woke me up when she was pulling down my draws
Banging on my line I had to block her, oh my gosh
G9 what I'm rocking when I'm walking it be sauce
Swear you just be talking
I ain't ever had a problem with you pussy, come and solve it
When I pull up get to stomping
I just love it, ain't no stopping
I'm just bopping my head, when they listen they say I'm rocking
Fuck that bitch go to bed, I'll be sleeping until the coffin
Take a swing to the head, that katana will leave you topless
You niggas snake, walk with caution
I keep a blade in my pocket
Like Tekken my hits ain't stopping
This combo leaves you no options
Spray bullets into yo office
Stuff money down in my pockets
My wallet filled up with cottage
Opp pack, we smoke it often

Hit him with the 1-2 bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might 1-2, bullets finna hush you
I be on the gamecube chillin with the window view
We might rush you, Don't stop
AR make his heart drop
Fumble for a second grab the bag or the noose

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Lay low ft. lord k

lyrics:

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Kick the bucket
Its always something
I tried dying chugging bleach but it did fucking nothing
Think i needa get a nut in
My anger bussing
Take her down into my dungeon
And do the the fucking

He was messing with my capital we put him in a casserole
Big rocks load the catapult we knocking down your castle hoe
Do not call my telephone no service in the CATACOMBS
I cant stand that bitch i fucked her once and then i had to go

Labels schedule meetings i don't ever show my face
I'm too busy over seas she want the dick like s'il te plaît
Stupid fucks just want a buck that i wont ever give away
A&Rs are served for dinner salty contracts add to taste

Talking all that shit now that's some shit i'm sick of
I been gone over a year and my ass still the shit bruh
Sneaky in my silence got some flesh to rip up
Draco drank too much blood now it got the hiccups

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

Boy ive been a scout tying ties and selling cookies
I got heavy D on me so no these hoes ain't ever shook me
C-C-Caving in his face until his tissue getting gushy
They wont ever show up say they fucking sick but playing hooky
Pussy looking minty just might send to PSA
Oppositions getting close but do not know whats all at stake
I could take your life and do the time lil bitch ill be okay
Counters active by the masses cross the line boy you ain't safe

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CATACOMBS! (prod. Deademane x ³³marrow)

lyrics: https://genius.com/Gashum-gutter-lyrics

GUTTER (PROD. DINCA)

THE VOICES (feat. Dexndre)

Prod. Hoax
Lyrics, Vocals, Mixing/Mastering, & Cover Art by Red Dot

Ridin' Clean

Ridin' Clean (Prod. Hoax)

I WOKE UP IN A NEW REALM...        (PROD PORT ATLAS)

gothicketchup.

ONE SHOT W/ BL8DEZ (Prod. MISTAKE)

amv: [https://youtu.be/MQvFsf_nj2Y]

lyrics:
Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rolling down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm preforming
Wait, I meant I'll perform, I got the bomb with it
Bitch him now he out of his form, I got his heart skipping
I got addiction to harm and I'm a dog nigga
Pistol stick him right in his jaw, I let him spar with it
Big dog barking off rip, keep the shells hot
Sinning like a winner
Master Splinter leave ya shell shocked
Hot piss on your coffin, drag the mailbox
Thinking bout dissing?
Imma stop him in his trail
Hot damn

Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Heat it up
Now watch me beat it up
Pistol in the club
I'm walking out, I got the Nina tucked
You got a problem come and solve it or don't bring it up
Lil shawty saw me at the mall, she trying to eat it up
Hopping out and popping at your squad because they weak as fuck

Bitch, I'm getting jiggy with the clip
It got a lean on it
Helicopter chopping with the choppa
Got a beam on it
Why you causing problems with the god?
I'm bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda pouring on the rocks
It got me bopping, bout to speed over
Rollin down your block
Ain't bout to talk, I got the heat poking
BOW! BOW!
Hit his top and now I'm reloading
Chopping up the body
Hit the party cuz I'm...

I'm bout that dough shit, I think he on that hoe shit (Oh no)
I lock and load, getting jiggy with that pole stick (Fo sho)
I'm bout to roll, shit get sticky, I'm corrosive (Low blow)
I caught a soul, stick extended, no emotion
Big extendo leave a stain
I crescendo with the blades
Hot as ever, see the devil when you step inside my gaze
Short temper, long shovel, come and dig your fucking grave
Come and find me in the bodies with some metal on my chain
All day...

Lean on it...
Choppa got a beam on it...
Bout to scheme on him
Got em out of pocket
Cut his spleen open
Cream soda...

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deadervant's haunt (prod. shneaky x trippleD)

lyrics:
power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums 
drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 

my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur
i pull the blade and carve a path 
for all the spirits walking earth 
look at me and see a god 
who never got what i deserve 
my superstitions cracking portals 
far below is where i lurk 
i don’t try, that shit behind me 
double homis on the verse 
uh 
ay
i get the cake and i move on 
she get it shaking i’m too gone 
but i know she be shaking to whose songs? 
(resurrect)
brought the straps in the back of the u-haul
acrobatic, my tools strong 
it don’t matter, i damage then cool off 
you get bruised, dawg

power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums, drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 
my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

prod. by butterwrld
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics 

I don’t wanna talk about it 
I just wanna be about 
Then we could all see about it 
I don’t feel the need to count on 
Any motherfucker 
Looking petty motherfucker 
I’ve already suffered 
Severing syllables
Till I’m fucked up (Fuck)


Still pressed
cause of the fact everyone’s stuck up
Feel depressed
so I have to hit up enough plugs 
To drum up the probability 
There’s enough drugs
To numb my fucking brain 
And maintain I stay drugged up
Delicate, so I generate hellish ways 
To accelerate just to help my pain 
Celebrate, psychedelic developments
That envelop my zealous 
Compelling nature to rebel
against you fellas 
irrelevant and so fucking jealous 


I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely (stress)
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me (dead) 
Work a lot 
I stir the pot 
Cause bitch, I got some recipes (chef)
The nerve you got 
Is sure to pop my vein 
Need more than therapy (yeah)

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely (dread)
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me (dead)
Every day and every night 
My feelings bright as ecstasy (ex)
Eventually I’m lead to see 
My destiny (yeah)


Pardon, I’m stuck in between 
Fantasies you contaminated 
Starting to feel
Like the fucks that I give
have been amputated (fuck)
Tough to live 
But, it’s harder to forgive 
I don’t plan on caving  (no)
My hearts a canvas  
Cut myself
To use my blood to paint this 
Touch of incision 
enough given to brush my pain with 
Another figment of infatuation 
To escape with 
Face it, it’s basic 
I’m basically desperate 
Enough to self destruct 
Just to have someone to lay with 
Because I crave it (I crave it)

Killing, I’ve been feeling like I’ve fallen 
In the middle of a battle with my shadow 
Shield the fact that I’ve been living 
Like an asshole when I grapple 
With these graphic thoughts
My spirit fucking rattles off these lyrics  
That attack on my appearance 
Back with my fears 
I make these habits be my nearest 
Form of happiness
I steer it till I’m manic 
And a tragic fate 
Adheres to my enchanted state 
Reality, I animate with pills 
Till I contaminate the mirror 

Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Burn all of my fucking flaws 
Into urns and let me fall 
With these words 
Until I crawl to observe
the base of my frustrations 
From the start 
All I could recall
is that you broke my fucking heart 

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely 
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me
Work a lot 
I stir the pot 
Cause bitch, I got some recipes 
The nerve you got 
Is sure to pop my vein 
Need more than therapy 

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely 
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me
Every day and every night 
My feelings bright as ecstasy 
Eventually I’m lead to see 
My destiny 
Let it be

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