BITCH IM IN MY HEAD ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ BITCH IM IN MY ELEMENT ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

SECTUM W/DELIRIUM [PROD. VEINN X WADJET]

GOD COMPLEX (PROD. GASHUM)

Produced and Mixed by @Gullyspit

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got no time for this 
y’all  better fucking move 
unless y’all really wanna die for this 
no question I got better shit to do
than rot in hell 
leave a message at the tone
then go kill your fucking self 

walking body bag like oogie must be Halloween
the blade made you an animal 
extension made you sub machine 
attention all I need
im getting blown like I’m stationed
All anybody wants is a 
shout out or a statement 

Bridge:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 

Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

Verse 2:
got no creation 
everything you spit I said before 
big scary man
but in the dms you a fucking whore
everyday another rung up on that ladder 
I promise at the top is a noose around the rafter 

alright alight alright  I get it 
I’ll stop hating 
I’ll focus on my passion
talking war against the nation
no industry gon plant me
IM PURE INDOTRINATION 
a gun inside my mouth 
so I can kill my occupation 

Bridge 2:
took a pump out at the station
better step back
powder like December
but that needle looking jet black
everything a threat
I meant it when I said that
free lobotomies 
step right up and get your head tapped

zombie walking to that punch card
scrape up what you can find
i just bought a new gun
I’m aiming at the sky
no excuse for you
rot on overtime 
me and all my brothers getting watch list certified 
 
Chorus:
WATCH LIST
WATCH THIS
TIME TO ROT IN HELL
ASK THE NEW YORK TIMES
THEY SAID TERROR SELLS
GOD I LOVE THE SMELL
I NEED GASOLINE
PFA
PFTE
EVERYBODY WATCHING ME 
x2

SQUEAL CITY

WATCHLIST CERTIFIED

prod. mercykill

(fear. Spectacle of fearsome acts.
That’s what’s reserves the order of things, fear.)

Bitch I'm in my head
Bitch I'm in my element (I’m in my, I’m in my)
Bitch I'm in my head (bitch I, bitch I’m in my head)
Bitch I'm in my element

Its like fuck that shit you said hoe
Dancing with my guns, cut him down dual wield like Rambo
5.56 to the temple leave em' limp quick, on my kinfolk
I might throatfuck your nympho
Tie your boss to a chair, rip his nails off for the info
On the whereabouts where that bag at
Need more money, im a drug addict
Got some old money and some bad habits 
In the woods where I use to chase rabbits
I'm fucked up on the ropes
No backing out, cant choke
Gripping all on that pole, woah
Blastin' all at y'all foes

Bitch I'm in my head (huh, huh)
Bitch I'm in my element (I’m in my, I’m in my)
Bitch I'm in my head (bitch I, bitch I’m in my head)
Bitch I'm in my element

Used to pull up pockets full of locked phones
Tell me how much do you got for em'?
All yo homies would you even ride for em'?
Would you kill a foolie tryna take his soul?
With the bros got you fucking acting bold
Now you bound to fold 
When you on your own and you up the pole and blow it
Now he missin in a pool a blood and you the only witness
Did you have you kill him, really I dont know
Like fuck it bro, whats done is done
Time to go, they ain't see the whip so we can ride in slow
I don't feel shit, you can call me cold

rat bastard!

[HOOK]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[NIKKO]
Why everybody pussy?
I staple their eyelids to they head so they can't overlook me
Bitch I feel like god
Now everybody else a rookie
I'm strapped with these bombs to my chest
Nobody fuckin push me

[MVRTYTR]
I dont need no perc
i dont need a xan 
i dont need a lick 
i dont need a plan 
bitch i lift off
i dont need a gram
bitch im geeked up 
yeah i'm off a band 
yeah 
yeah 
what the fuck 
like what the fuck
black out 
like my fit i let em 
uh
yeah 
uh 
ice
uh
bitch im cooling wit the shit 
i dont give a fuck about your clique a little (bit)

[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

[DAEGHO]
All you motherfuckers sound the same
Like copy and paste
Nobody got any range
Do anything for the fame, yeah
All of you wannabe rappers could be actor
The way you love to fake
The lyrics you spitting don’t hold any weight
That’s why nobody relate  
Nah fuck this, it’s about time that I set the tone
2024 
If you ain’t OCB
You’re in the reticle
And I could really give a fuck about anyone’s respect 
If there’s a bounty on the head of the game just know we came to collect


[AMAC]
Deny our existence
Your persistence gets you killed 
Not out of malice, we just do it for the thrill 
A bunch of evil motherfuckers 
When we come we bring the ruckus 
Rid the world of false profits 
And we leave them lying still 
Cause we Outcast 
Blow like Belfast if you step on my block 
Feel the fire from foul bastards 
Nikko put down the glock 
We’ll leave em cold kill ‘em slow like molasses 
We outcasted, y’all just in a casket


[NIKKO]
bitch
you ain't outcast
we a buncha dogs 
in the yard 
ripping ground thrashing
came to fuck it up
built a bridge
to burn it down fast
you can't get across
unless my boys
got their hands stretched out
no doubt

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST

YOU AIN'T OUTCAST (ft. NIKKO, MVRTYR, DAEGHO, AMAC)

MOLLYWALK Feat. XELISHURT & DELIRIUM (prod.BL8DEZ)

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

rat bastard!

MERCYKILL

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