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Lyrics:
im a real bloody nigga from the south 
fuck these trends bitch i do this shit
gimmie lip ya trick you just a hoe
mane rabbit beat a bitch
devils on mah shouldaz tellin me
give this bitch a fist
to keep this hoes in check
i slap a hoe to make her bring me shit
i respect a woman but i dont respect no bitch
and i respect a mane but i dont respect no trick
mane to keep these funds comin in
i slap a hoe to gain her trust
now bring me back some bread
you stupid bitch before i beat you up

p-i-m-p what the rabbit fuckin be
bring me back some fuckin dough
go and work those fuckin streets
youll never be my girl
never be my world
all you are is a check 
and thats all you will ever be
the only 2 i love at my house 
thats all i need
now go and suck some dick you bitch
and bring me back the cheese
ya strung out bitch
open up ya legs and bring it back
empty out yo onlyfans
and send it to my cash app bitch

FUCK A HXE (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Kick back sippin on this beer
mane this shit so pure
it help me open up my eyes
and lets me know i can still feel
mane im kicked back lookin at the sky
mane i want to cry
but tears wont fall out of my eyes
no matter how hard rabbit try
the anger held back for too long
slowing turns into depression
ball up to the liqour store
im finna have another session
mane the state the world is in
well prolly have one mo recession
but i dont care
the rabbit dealing with his own great depression
every day i wake up in my bed 
feels like the fucking last
wish i aint wake up at all sometimes 
i must get off my ass
mane i must go get this cash 
kuz rabbitmane dont have no choice
proly end up socking one these niggas 
makin too much noise
all that loud shit they talkin 
it aint shit ive never heard
say you gangsta
say that shit again, ill stomp you in the curb
bitch ill snatch yo fuckin chain
these bustas claiming they some thugs
never even hit no lick
ill make you submit to a slug

call me what ya want
call me jelous, hater, fucking traitor
i wont say you wrong
kuz it takes alot of hate to do the shit i do all day
and it take a little jelousy to take yo life away
kuz you flexing in yo pics
and nigga yeah i been ight
but i always can do better 
so tonight might be yo night
im a traitor i might act cool 
just to getcha in my sights
but once i up this yalk
you bet not move or thats gone be yo life
fuck the bullshit ya talkin 
it aint shit ive never heard
heard it one to many times 
and now its gettin on my nerves
man i struggle day to day, 
im tryina be a better mane
but these niggas in my face
gone make go fucking insane
must refrain from splattin brains
kuz they gone put me back in chains
police pull up, i dont run
bitch id do it all again
throw me in the padded room
only way they can contain
bang my head up on the wall
the pads wont let me feel no pain
what a shame how im feelin
fuck i hate it so damn much
niggas just dont understand
they say shit like "bro just cheer up"
if it was fucking easy 
i would never be depressed
i would never feel no pain
and i would never be so stressed
but ya just dont understand 
and you should be glad that dont
i know you dont feel me 
you just like the beats to the songs
call me jelous, hater, fucking traitor
i wont say you wrong
but when i up the fucking tone
you birches best leave me alone mane

THE GREAT DEPRESSION (PROD. CERBERUS CLICK AKA YOUNG STOVE)

Devil Posse(2023)

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It get hot in here
I do not know nun these people
I pull up to your suburb 
make a difference with the lethal
Like fuck our past
Ion need no gang like the Beatles
Told yo mans get down
Theres a couple snakes inside your group
You change your mind up now
You fuck w me boy just grab the noose
Change your mind up now
My lawyer costing more than Bb boots
Ppfm on the shoes
Your bitch a groupie boy that true
Like fuck my mentions boy 
Like HSV the crew
Blackjack bet This bitch crazy
Im wearing vet im the navy
And bet that times and times again
She getting drugged up get so crazy
Bet that times and times again
She eat the dick she eat the babies
Dem numbers up stuck again
Hadda celebrate i get so famous
Dont mention it
Add me in her fantasies
Got hagis on the pants i cant abandon it
Glitch on my wrist
Nails did but im not feminine
They talking about me 
but im starting to just to just love in it
But boy i love this shit
If6w9 the ishii mix
But boy i love this shit
2003 YSL on the fit
But boy i love this shit

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Hateful & Grateful

Alcoholic Assassin (Prod. Tyris White)

MASTERED BY ZACH RABBIT
PRODUCED BY YOUNG STOVE
Lyrics :
[Verse 1]
Mane I been here too many times before
scared with no damn where to go.
Gripping on my plastic tone,
hopin im gone make it home.
Sirens closing in on me.
Duck off through the backstreets .
Threw my hoodie in the trash,
descriptions won't be fittin me
Blasted on that ass
without no mask and now i'm here...
Pussy niggas layin wounded
kuz they didnt think I will.
But I did and that's they ass
and now my ass is on the run.
I was gone before his body fell,
Blood filled up his lungs.
Because this is what you get
you fuck with mine and that's a homicide.
Killer in my nature bitch
my family name is full of pride.
We don't bar no shit, bitch that's yo life
if we come get yo ass.
If I must then i would sacrifice
to see this nina blast.
Now that's that shit that you can not relate to 
bitch i'm built for war...
People killing people,
I done seen it too many times before.
I was brought up in family 
full of violence and death.
I could use this hatred to crush
anyone til nothings left.
You don't know me bitch
My nigga Harris is my last name...
Anna that we pack could burn 
Satan himself with massive flames.
I cant help it trick
kuz I was born into this crazy shit.
Uncles killing uncles,
mommas, daddys, cousins in the pen.
Imagine being 4 years old
and blood was splattered all over the room.
Family members fighting
covered head to toe in crimson goo.
wondering why the people that I loved 
was filled with so much hate.
back against the wall with no idea
as what i'm sposed to do.
Back to reality, thats one mo casualty.
Niggas be talkin, and know nothing bout me
I run wit a tec tryna wet up the enemies
to the extremity, horrible energy.
Releasing this demonic entity
Boost my abilities
damage me mentally...
Take one mo swig of the energy
boost my adrenaline
this is my penalty.
Nigga i'm leaning 
my vision impaired 
all of the adrenaline gone,
Mane its dark
and i'm way too far away from home.
I don't think i'm gonna make it back this time
layin there, possessed, gripping on a empty 9...
[Verse 2]
Jump up out my sleep
I heard a noise that shit done startled me.
Dropped the mag and looked,
its not a single bullet in the heat!
Who could it be?
Is it the police kuz they haven't caught me yet
Or maybe its the homies of 
the niggas i left bloody wet.
Fuck it mane
Tryna think but I ain't got no time for dat
I jumped this fence dipped
from the neighborhood through the back
I don't know what it is but
Zach will not go out like that
lot niggas hatin'
anyone could be the nigga that
woke me up up out my sleep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep
incase this nigga catch up
or i don't make it back home in one piece.
now mane ain't this is a bitch...
Dead end, fuck i'm stuck.
I cant go back that way mane but right here,
i'm a sitting duck.
Turned around and ran 
when i looked up i seen a silhouette 
of a myself, blast me in my chest
left me bloody wet.
Walked up stood over me
reloaded his 9
now i'm fosho
that I will not make it home this time.
blast me in my face
one twice, then a third.
My eyes burned from watching
the muzzle flash, makin' my stomach churn
All this heat that I feel.
God damn, ain't this a bitch.
I can feel my feel myself fading out, 
mane this is it
then a forth, then the fith shot woke me out my sleep
sweatin' in my bed, i'm confused, i still feel the heat
3am in the south, Rabbit smoking on the trees
tryna ease my brain
from a dream inside a fuckin dream...

PARALYSIS (PROD. YOUNG STOVE)

TAPE1994 EP

STONEDOGG - CONTINENTAL BREAKFAST(PROD.DANELI)

mar·tyr
/ˈmärdər/
noun
1.
a person who is killed because of their religious or other beliefs.
"saints, martyrs, and witnesses to the faith"
Lyrics:
It was never once upon a time
A couple dozen times upon a time
a nigga had to ride for the chedda
it gets worse so i do this for the better
hoping the police dont catch me
with this oversized beretta
come up off of everything is what he betta do
i aint got no sympathy or empathy for none of you
its very true
rabbit put a hole through every one of you
like posters
bullets leave a nigga nauseous like roller coasters
Splash Niggas, lately ive been too nice
Sitting on my ass broke, tryna be mister do right
i be tempted, 
Kuz rabbit got a infrared beam
what you mean, if i wanted i could hit you in yo splien
Shot too mean
i clean areas out
From roof to floor
Rabbit take everything out ya house
these niggas oughta know betta
oughta know what im bout
but he dont
grab him by his collar
drag em out his house
into the streets
See me and you we really aint the same
my whole demeanor changed when my homies lost his brains
They popped in his face and his mothafuckin chest
He was tryna feed his fam
out here doing his fuckin best
My bro asked me rabbit what you doin today
get money robbin niggaz, i dont know a better way
Ive started countless beefs in these mothafuckin streets
sticking pistols to niggas face tryna get something eat 
boi it brazy

If i die in these streets tryna feed my family
Its ok, ill be ya fuckin martyr
provide by any means what i believe
and if i die in these streets tryna do so
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Rabbit mane, yall best remember the name
if i die before my work pays off
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Ill endure all of this agonizing pain
to make sure that my family straight...
ill be the fuckin Martyr (till fade out)

THE MARTYR (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Lyrics:
fresh up out the county jail
broke den a bitch
got bills due quick
so im finna hit a stain
jumpin out the bushes
it will be rabbit mane
9 millimeter blast
send ya back where ya came
kreepin thru yo hood,
i cant find a better way
with the tec thang hangin off my mothafuckin waist
Running down the street
ion need another case
if a nigga follow me
ima buck em in the face

Im the z-a-c, ill never be a clown
watch you die, throw yo body in the mothafuckin trash
i blast on niggas in the face, no mask
rabbit mane in ya house,
and im lookin for the cash
trigger finga itchin
this yo mothafuckin fate
Molotov in yo house
make the whole thang blaze
pussy niggas aint safe
issa tone on my waist
nigga rabbit on the run
tryna take ya life away

WILLBLAST PT 2 (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Zach Rabbit

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