i love gorestreet but i can never get over the beat being so loud i can't understand the lyrics with out reading them, yall stay cooking though

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my daughter says shes thuggin, and she listens to gore street.. what the fuck!

SAWMILL (FEAT SPXXKY) [PROD DOUBLEFOUR X TAKIZAVA]

Gouge your eyes out
You can run but you can't cry now
Sew his mouth shut it's the only way he will pipe down
Pussy boy I take your life now
I take your life now

Busting hella caps it got you trippin like it's Wokhardt
Divits in your face it got you looking like a retard
They could never stop me do my dance right in a cop car
Leave your body cold shrivvled up like it's Midguard

Bitches never see me cause I come out in the PM
Choppa make you dance make you sing like the Weekend
You could never stop me lil bitch I am a heathen
Truey jeans held against my waist BB Simmons

I don't give a fuck so watch that talk
New Rocks on my feet I walk
You body was there but now it's chalk
Tell your bitch get off my cock
Smash your face just like the hulk
Gang all there and we all stalk
Kill you off an adderall
Imma take your limbs and all
Slice your arm I take it off
Your bitch is wet my dick is soft
You dropped your song and I just scoffed
Bless my chainsaw like I'm guap
Pin you down I rev it up
You's a bitch you screaming stop
You's a bitch you screaming stop

Imma break you like a lockpick
See my swag and then you jock it
You can't rock the way I rock it
Holy fuck can you just stop it
Got your bitch she in my dm she wanna know me that's for sure
I love torture I love blood I could never love a whore
If she wanna get close then I turn her into gore
Throw her body in a river watch it wash up on shore
Then I cut off her limbs then I sell it at my store
If you wanna know the story I could tell you all the lore

MOUTH SEWN SHUT *HOSTED BY SHADOW WIZARD MONEY GANG* [PROD TAKIZAVA]

@craigscissorhands
@takizava_
@bodiesongorestreet

CRAIG SCISSORHANDS - GORE STREET SOULJA [TAKIZAVA FLIP]

SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS LIFE OF MINE
ITS LIKE JUDGEMENT DAY SO I'LL GET CRUCIFIED
WHEN YOU TALKING TO ME LOOK INTO MY EYES
SEE IF YOU CAN STILL FEED ME A SPOON OF LIES

GRIM
REAPER COME AND TAKE ME AWAY
SINS
I CANT WASH THE BLOOD OFF MY FACE

IT STAINS THE RIVER
THE BIRDS PECK MY LIVER
AND THE CUT GETS BIGGER
IT WONT STOP

MY BLOOD IS THINNER
IM BOUT TO BE DELIVERED
I GOTTA RECONSIDER
MY GOD

SEE THE BLADE IN THE NIGHT
GOTTA PRAY IT'S ALRIGHT
THERE'S A WOUND IN MY SIDE
STAY AWAY FROM THE LIGHT X2

SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS LIFE OF MINE
ITS LIKE JUDGEMENT DAY SO I'LL GET CRUCIFIED
WHEN YOU TALKING TO ME LOOK INTO MY EYES
SEE IF YOU CAN STILL FEED ME A SPOON OF LIES
SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS LIFE OF MINE
ITS LIKE JUDGEMENT DAY SO I'LL GET CRUCIFIED
WHEN YOU TALKING TO ME LOOK INTO MY EYES
SEE IF YOU CAN STILL FEED ME A SPOON OF LIES

JUDGEMENT DAY (FLIP)(PROD. TAKIZAVA)

[Verse 1]
Sharpening knives with my motherfuckin grindstone
Lamb-Mask calling up hits on a side phone
I just wanna fucking see yo brain spill right on
Feeling brain matter when I sit upon my high throne 
Ain't have a positive thought in a minute
Wanna turn ya throat into paste so I have to fidget
Cut your fuckin legs off, I'mma turn you to a midget
When I'm lookin at my sentence I'm lookin at double digits
Lookin at yo head grab an axe then I spin it
Turn em into pacman, two hits and you're finished
Cut your fuckin hands off, I'll always just be winnin
Cut ya body into two I swear to god that you'll be twinning
Ropes out, might as well strangle on ur neck
Aint feel love got hate up in my chest
All fun and games til I'm creepin round yo bed
You gon fuck around and find out get cut up til you're dead!

[Chorus]
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!

[Verse 2]
When I get my hands on you
I'll make sure bones won't go to waste
Your minds on a pedastool
Cut it out and show it to your fuckin face
You can run your little race
Catch up and I'll let it spray
Turn your body to a range
Bullets hit yo fuckin brain
Walked out the womb and I came out as a killer
Triller, I ain't see a phone then I'm in it 
Who you gonna call when you're tied up and I'm chillin
I ain't got remorse, I'm a motherfuckin villain
Throw ya body in a tub, cut ya neck now it's spillin
Turn ya body to a block, no arms, no fillin
Only guts, only mass, ya skull I wanna drill in
Take every single life, that lucifer has given!

[Chorus]
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!
Die motherfucker die!
Die, die, die, die!

REJECTEDREYNA - DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE [PROD. MASONMANSON]

YAUX:

forever stuck inside this town
can you identify the sound?
i think the sky is coming
down down down down down
is it my fault, i gave it my all
it echoes my name
im hearing God's call

all
is it my fault, i gave it my all
it echoes my name
im hearing God's call
one day i'll be
a brick in the wall
until my time comes
surviving by stall

HEPTAKNOT:

feeling so stagnant
cycle of existing
in the past tense
lying to a wall
im well past it

keep it between me and you
i don’t know where i’m meant to go
living as a nomad
i don’t know where i’m at

i felt pulled down, but i left that town
and now i’m deafened by the absence of that sound
the sky stayed, the weight of the clouds rained down
everything is different, to the hues of dirt on the ground

THE CHRONIC CRY FOR HELP W/ HEPTAKNOT (PROD. SXZU)

POCKETS FAT, TALKIN LIZZO
YOU AINT GET NO BITCHES
NAH YOU HAVE TO FUCK A PILLOW
ALL YOU BOYS MY SONS
YOU COPY SHIT YOU SOUND LIKE DITTO
RUNNIN OVER RAPPERS
LEAVE EM LIKE AN ARMADILLO

WEIGHT UP
WEIGHT UP
WEIGHT UP
WEIGHT UP

PUSSY
WAIT UP
GET YOUR WEIGHT UP
DO NOT SAY NONE
CAUSE YOU SOLD OUT
GORE STREET FUCKIN ROLL LOUD
WASSUP BOSS LETS SHOW OUT

SEE YOUR NUMBERS GO DOWN
WHILE OUR VENUE, IT GETS BLOWN OUT
GORE STREET FUCKIN ROLL LOUD
WASSUP BOSS LETS SHOW OUT

WEIGHT UP
WEIGHT UP
WEIGHT UP
WEIGHT UP

POCKETS LIKE LIZZO (PROD. TAKIZAVA/DIKLORDEFENIL)

RAP BOUT SOMETHIN DIFFERENT
EAT YOU RAPPERS UP FOR LUNCH
MY TEETH FULL OF YOUR LIGAMENTS
ART IS DYING AND YOU FUCKS
ARE WILLING DAMN PARTICIPANTS
YOU TALK THE TALK, WON'T WALK THE WALK
YOU STAY STILL IN THE SEDIMENT
WHY YOU KEEP DEFLECTING?
YOUR COGNITION FULL OF DISSONANCE
WHY YOU ACTING INBRED LIKE
YOU STRAIGHT OUT OF 'DELIVERANCE?'
I THINK THAT MY CEILING LOOKING BAD
I'LL CHANGE THE PIGMENT
I CANT EVEN FUNCTION ANYMORE
I NEED SOME STIMULANTS
FUCKERS USED TO BITE ON THE PFPS
THEN YOU GOT YOUR PANTIES IN A BUNCH WHEN TAKI MADE A BEAT
WANT BE ON MY LEVEL BUT YOU STILL AINT EVEN SEEIN ME
I AINT DOIN SHIT WITH YOU UNLESS I FUCKIN SEE A FEE
BITCH
"horrorcore's cringe"
AS YOU TYPE IN THE DARK ALONE
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A HO?
I KNOW YOU AINT, YOU FEENIN THO
I JUST MADE A RACK FROM MY ROOM JUST BY SCREAMIN HO
I AINT EVEN SELL OUT
YEA MY ORGANS FELL OUT

ART IS DEAD W/ CRAIG SCISSORHANDS (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

YOUR SHIT ASS
ID RATHER STEP ON LEGOS
YOU BETTER CHECK YOUR CUP
I PUT SOME POISON IN YOUR FAYGO
I THINK THERE'S A HOLE INSIDE YOUR BRAIN
JUST LIKE A BAGEL
NAH WE CANNOT WORK DON'T EVEN ASK
CAUSE I'LL JUST SAY NO
AGAIN AND AGAIN
RIP THE BEAT JUST LIKE A PEN AYE
NO IM NOT YOUR FRIEND
JUST GO OUTSIDE BEFORE IT ENDS AYE
FUCK THE FUCKIN FEDS
I GOT A CABIN OFF THE GRID AYE
WAY I FUCKED THE GAME
I GOT IT PREGNANT, BACK GON' BEND AYE
FULL SEND
LIKE A WRENCH IM BOUTTA CRANK DAT
WHERE THEN DANK AT
I NEED TO BLOW SOME BANK RACKS
BOUTTA SPANK THAT
IM BETTER AND YOU HATE THAT
IN MY GAS MASK
BIGGER, I GOT WEIGHT, MASS
CLAW MARKS NEXT DAY
ON MY BIG BACK UH
BULLDOG ON MY LAP
WHILE I KICK BACK UH
YOUR BITCH'S FAVORITE SONG?
YEA I FUCKIN WRIT THAT UH
I STAY UP POSTED WITH MY HOMIES
LIKE IM CRIP MAC UH
KIDS REALLY WANNA BE ME
COPY MY SHIT LIKE A CD
GOT SHADOWBANNED, ZUCKA FREE ME
STILL GETTING COIN IM LUIGI
GAVE ME HER HEAD LIKE A BEANIE
IM JOHN CENA CANT SEE ME
PLEASE GO OUTSIDE YOU'RE TOO GREASY
RIPPIN THIS SHIT IT TOO EASY
YOUR SHIT ASS
ID RATHER STEP ON LEGOS
YOU BETTER CHECK YOUR CUP
I PUT SOME POISON IN YOUR FAYGO
I THINK THERE'S A HOLE INSIDE YOUR BRAIN
JUST LIKE A BAGEL
NAH WE CANNOT WORK DON'T EVEN ASK
CAUSE I'LL JUST SAY NO

STEPPING ON LEGOS (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

LYRICS

IM THE CEO BITCH
I’LL OPEN UP YOUR CITY’S MOSH
GORE STREET SHIT
MAKE YOUR CORE GET ROCKED
IM ON GORE STREET BITCH
IM A GORE STREET BOSS
CROWD SURF, FLIP
EVERY VENUE GET LOST
IM THE CEO BITCH
I’LL OPEN UP YOUR CITY’S MOSH
GORE STREET SHIT
MAKE YOUR CORE GET ROCKED
IM ON GORE STREET BITCH
IM A GORE STREET BOSS
CROWD SURF, FLIP
EVERY VENUE GET LOST

как одной Андерграунд тусовке удалось
скрестить РП с грайн кором
что это звучит свежо Интересно а главное
куда более

i feel like micheal
bitch i’m a capo
get on your knees like you enter a chapel
bite in your core like a mafuckin apple
i’m a big fish you a mafuckin tadpole
whipping this shit with her face in my lap ho
hoppin the scene im not needing a grapple
me and my team make your city streets rattle

You follow orders, youre nothing but cattle

I got some shit to say okay
Put your life on delay okay
Are you living good today? Okay
Im eating steak, filet, okay
Im writing rap essays, okay
Nothing I cant convey, okay
Gore street I cant betray, okay
You dont got the answers sway, okay

I CANT HEAR WHAT YOU SAY
TAKE MY DICK UP OUT YOUR MOUTH
KNOW YOU WISH YOU COULD PLAY
A SONG THAT MOVES THE FUCKIN CROWD
GO AND FUCK UP THE STATE
YOU FROM THE NORTH OR FROM THE SOUTH?
DOIN THIS EVERY DAY
TAKE MY DICK UP OUT YOUR MOUTH

GORE STREET BOSS (PROD. TAKIZAVA/$TRANDED)

YAUX

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