Trap Metal

<3Tiffany.

ROWDY [V2]

Vol.4

WELCOME TO THE UNDERGROUND

NEW WORLD ORDER

DUSTMYTE - KICK THE BUCKET! ft. INDIE HAZE & CELESTE KAY

F*ck Love

DOG BOY

Lemon Juice

Lyrics:
Aye, stick and poke 
Movin wit the tooly bitch you got nowhere to go 
Creeping through the fields and i hit you with the pole 
Making it a mission to putting tags right on your toes 

I put you in your place 
Niggas ducking off bitch we sliding do the race 
You doing all that chit chat i’m all up in your face 
Snuff you in the nose and i know you like the taste 
I came with a mop-stick
Put that bitch in drive and we slide with the chopsticks
Put him in the grave Bitch who wanna catch a drop kick
Imma bring the pain and proceed to crash the mosh pit 

 D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat 
(x8)

Yeah this turbo kicking 6 speed 
Get his ass in traffic yeah we Caught that boy limping 
200 on the dash ain’t no way they gon miss me
Make it home fast bitch i like the way i shift speed  

Ugh, hold him at gun point 
Choking he ain’t making no noise 
and you running there is no point 
let it rain from the rolls royce 

 D-R-A-C-O! yeah we keep it in the backseat 
(x8)

GrimKut [Prod. Sffr x Brutei] #D-R-A-C-O

CITY MORGUE VOLUME 3: BOTTOM OF THE BARREL

XMAS BALLA

DEATH CULT INTRO

HOT SHELLS

LIL JIT

SESHSPAWN + VYTHE + QUANKK - BONESAW (p. soulburn)

SplitKlip (Prod. Sffr)

Lund - 13
Vocals & Production By Lund

Lyrics:
Gun to my head
Like I’m better off dead
What I feel in my heart
Try to smile instead 
Days pass 
Burn the candle both ends
Though I smile thru the pain 
It’s getting harder to pretend
 
Hollowed out
Stomach sick 
I still miss you 
Even after all the shit 
You put me through
I know it’s wrong but
Theres something about you 
No I don't want to stay here
Without you

Caught in between
All the lies and deceit 
Questioning everything 
Love isn’t all that it seems 
I know now 
Stress ring 
Thru my head 
I Can’t sleep 
I’m human not a machine
Is this what it’s like 
losing everything

Caught in between 
Living hell & a dream
Tearing apart at the seams
Praying to god
But he won’t hear me now
Happiness just
Out of my reach
I think 
it’s time that I leave 
1 in the clip
Ima let it sound. 

Gun to my head
Like I’m better off dead
What I feel in my heart
Try to smile instead 
Days pass 
Burn the candle both ends
Though I smile thru the pain 
It’s getting harder to pretend

Hollowed out
Stomach sick 
I still miss you 
Even after all the shit 
You put me through
I know it’s wrong but
Theres something about you 
No I don't want to stay here
Without you

I should hate you 
But I’m missing you instead
Cause when I say I love you 
Girl I mean that shit till death
My heart was skipping beats
But ain’t no rhythm since you left 
My head is full of memories 
That I just can’t forget 

So wrong 
How you treat me
Girl
Fucking with my head
I’m done
Playing games with love is
something you’ll regret
I’m crushed
Gave you everything
took it all and left 
So long 
To the future
We could’ve had

Blood on the concrete 
Beauty in the violence 
Lying thru their teeth cause 
There’s poetry in fighting 
Stronger than you think 
Know that 
We ain’t going silent 
Pain inside me
Adding fuel to the fire

Gun to my head
Like I’m better off dead
What I feel in my heart
Try to smile instead 
Days pass 
Burn the candle both ends
Though I smile thru the pain 
It’s getting harder to pretend

Hollowed out
stomach sick 
I still miss you 
Even after all the shit
You put me through
I know it’s wrong but
Theres something about you 
No I don't want to stay here
Without you

chai tea prod. Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
took long enough i know enjoy tho we back.
NO HOLDS BARRED

CHAI TEA Prod. Honorable C.N.O.T.E.

PRODUCED BY BUMBOI
VOCALS BY BUMBOI


LYRICS;

Creeping on yo block im off that gas
Yung exterminator coming to kill all of you lil pests
Got a two piece heater aiming right up at yo chest
And u know i cut the lights before i leave em burning red

Call - call- call me yung ermac
This 40 flash like snapchat
Break - Break him like a kit kat
That boy look just like riff raff

And i dont give a fuck how these pussies wanna spray
Im finna be yo god send yo demons out to play

So lace it
Choppa so hot u can taste it
You better stop yo shit basic
Mop his lil top off the pavement
Now face it

So lace it
Choppa so hot u can taste it
You better stop yo shit basic
Mop his lil top off the pavement
Now face it

Dig a hole for yo body doesnt matter where ya lay
Let the vultures get a plate
Burn the rest of yo remains

Smell the flesh burning from ur corpse
It kinda smell like pig
Now u scarier than a bitch
Might just fuck yours w my stick


Feel like project pat
im a real flow spittaaaa
In the field witchaaa
chrome dome peeluhh

Call me bumsta mac
Cus ion fuck witcaaa
Sip from my pitchaaaa
fuck u pisssuhhhs

So lace it
Choppa so hot u can taste it
You better stop yo shit basic
Mop his lil top off the pavement
Now face it

So lace it
Choppa so hot u can taste it
You better stop yo shit basic
Mop his lil top off the pavement
Now face it

LACE IT! (prod. Bumboi)

How you finna run lip with a locked jaw
You a pussy cat fuckin wit a top dawg
Bass bumping on the block, blow ya top off
Pedal to the metal when I catch you at a cross walk

How you finna run lip with a locked jaw
You a pussy cat fuckin wit a top dawg
Bass bumping on the block, blow ya top off
Pedal to the metal when I catch you at a cross walk

If I said it then I meant it
Got the Glocky when I’m stepping
I don’t really give a fuck about the pussies I invented

Better watch the way you walking
I been peeping how you talking
Throwing dirt up on my name but I’m the reason you ain’t flopping

Whiplash on a bitch ass
When I hit that
Feel the kick back
When the shit clap in the backseat

Talking bout her ass cheeks
Tryna get nasty
Smack a bitch around til she need rhinoplasty

How you finna run lip with a locked jaw
You a pussy cat fuckin wit a top dawg
Bass bumping on the block, blow ya top off
Pedal to the metal when I catch you at a cross walk

How you finna run lip with a locked jaw
You a pussy cat fuckin wit a top dawg
Bass bumping on the block, blow ya top off
Pedal to the metal when I catch you at a cross walk

Fuck what you stand for
Bitch I’m an asshole
Beat a redneck mothafucka with a banjo

There ain’t even competition
I lock em in my prison
You get disintegrated if you tamper with the vision

Shake that ass hoe
Til you dislocate a back bone
Licking on the crack from the gooch to the asshole

Get my lick back fuck a bitch like ragdoll
Eat the pussy like a retard on bath salts

CRØSSWALK! (Prod. GRADEN)

sweater prod thislandis

Lyrics:
GLE sliding and we swerving up in both lanes 
5% tint and I'm busting at his own brains 
I be calling shots got em moving at they own pace 
Moving like the navy I wouldn't dare to get in my face 

GLE sliding and we swerving up in both lanes 
5% tint and I'm busting at his own brains 
I be calling shots got em moving at they own pace 
Strapped up like the navy I wouldn't dare em to get in my face 

Got too many sticks they gon put me on the watchlist 
Sticking to the plan put some faith I told em watch this 
I got a cult up in my hands it's gon take a lot  to stop this 
Death before dishonor other that I got no options 

Cleaning out  the scene with no witness that's the protocol 
Give the work to my twin bitch I told him hold it all 
We be moving like some troops (ugh) imma send em off 
I be dumping out the Glock (ugh) with the drum and all 

You see it gleaming with the stick id approach with caution
Leave him on the pavement yeah he leaking and he nauseous
He was barking out his neck now that nigga not my problem 
I aint going tit for tat imma go and solve it 

GLE sliding and we swerving up in both lanes 
5% tint and I'm busting at his own brains 
I be calling shots got em moving at they own pace 
Moving like the navy I wouldn't dare to get in my face 

GLE sliding and we swerving up in both lanes 
5% tint and I'm busting at his own brains 
I be calling shots got em moving at they own pace 
Strapped up like the navy I wouldn't dare em to get in my face 

AK shootin back I hit that boy like Rhonda Rhousey
We be dressed in all black got my shooters all around me  
Set his face up on the cur, put his teeth right where the ground be 
See I'm repping in this city so I know you heard about me 


Came through stepping on these niggas necks cause I run shit, 
gripping on the Glock all it's going to take is one hit 
Lurking on the scene cause im always up to something 
 

GLE sliding and we swerving up in both lanes 
5% tint and I'm busting at his own brains 
I be calling shots got em moving at they own pace 
Moving like the navy I wouldn't dare to get in my face 

GLE sliding and  we swerving up in both lanes 
5% tint and I'm busting at his own brains 
I be calling shots got em moving at they own pace 
Strapped up like the navy I wouldn't dare em to get in my face

MORTEMWITCH - (PROD. KALIFEK & SHAHHA) ##THE COUNT##

ShellCatcher (Prod. Crank x Shahaa)

GENESIS PROD mist

RAYGUN (Prod. DedPoet)

Knock you down into the pit screaming with no evidence we from hell not heaven sent bring you to the dead again feel the vibrant red my friend toxic gas burn sediment one cell left ahead of him doors to doors see red again 

Loose knocking with the ar tucked im stalking with a blade lil fuck 
 im cutting up walking im always up into the dark until the sun comes up i have to show how to fuck it up

Sipping mf syrup in the mf cup shawty threw up on my dick i asked her wtf is up cutting up my arm again ik my fucking time is up should i do self harm again or burn a fucking building up 

Arm and leg ill take the feet put your ass on live leak operation clean and neet i have no feelings peeling me nitrous only healing me fight this demon killing me

NO EVIDENCE (PROD OR.1OVE)

everything by me💯🩸😹

lyrics🙀

verse 1:

beat up faggots like a dad whos alcoholic 

imma make blood splatter like my name is jackson pollock

imma beat him up til the jit is unresponsive 

fuck his bitch and kill her right in front of him on boss shit

i been out my mind yeh i think i might’ve lost it

i been huffing on formaldehyde no i cant stop it

always repping suffered souls, im a sufferholic

twist her, flick her, pass her, like im fucking playing bop it

chorus:

im addicted to solvents and gore

huffing on benzene while laughing at a dead whore
(4x)

verse 2:

imma peel your flesh off

i eat human meat raw

huffing on some rotten organs, cause its like a detox

i be murdering and goring

i been suicidal hurting

imma fix my problems with some solvents and some gore exploring

chorus:

im addicted to solvents and gore

huffing on benzene while laughing at a dead whore
(4x)

SOLVENTS N GORE

CODE RED (prod.Aciddgore)

I got this motherfucking rag wrapped round my skull, my torso turning dull
Gorilla pack, rolling sticky, flick the bic and hit the stick
I don’t pass, we aint matching, you burn ratchet, cant imagine
Nothing lasts, give your life up, put your gun up to your neck up, man the fuck up
Let it blast hoe, split open like a trap door
The EMT gon yack looking through the bloody splats hoe
Im in last but Im the only one that lasts, watching these people repeat the past, civilizations come to pass tho
My wrist dripping on the linen, unforgiving, Missing villain, known for pissing people off, like a flame to a moth, guide the damned until their lost, lead them to an open coffin, push them in and lock, hearing knocking from the closet, white lighter in my pocket, Smoking out the cockpit, Im on a rocket, please take me home
Salem Trials adjacent torture methods, dont let me in heaven, death mask for the people talking reckless, Saw the movie reference, wicked ways my lane, insane Im wretched, tempted to dismember everything under the weather, never feel no better
Rejected, respected, Im chopping up at yo necklace
Im acting up on the set list
You on track to get yo neck slit
You headless
Can any of you pussies best this?
Fuckboys dying to test this
Why my name in your mentions?
He must be moving senseless
Restless, no mental check in
Carry weight like a dead lift, the mission of Missing's to end shit

Tongue of a serpent, spitting lies thru ya teeth
When I stomp yo head, they gon scatter on tha street
Ouija whip that Chevy, big mána in tha back
Pull up on yo block n cock that muthafuckin gat 
Blood on my skin, blood on my fuckin clothes
Lookin like a madmane, I'm a fuckin psycho
I don't fuck with ya click, y'all some busta ass hoes
Turn ya fuckin hood into ground zero 
Pagan playa sacrifice ya to tha old gods
Got a bad lil witch shakin ass on tha car
Pull up to tha function, turn that junt to a brawl
ACAB wrote in blood on tha muthafuckin walls

Str8 Up Out The Ouija Board (prod. Sphynx)

INHALE prod.zer0xthrash

STOP SNITCHIN (PROD.CRCL)

Carbonated Water

NYCL Kai

Skate Bitch

The 4th track from the SHUSH debut album 'HEL'

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Thanks to everyone for the support!

Drip

04 - Drip

Out Of Time

GREY (Prod. BRIAN SPENCER & YUNG GERM)

🕷️🔞 // rapper // artist // producer🕷️
@thrashxgvng
NEW MUSIC OUT NOW⬇️🩸

INHALE prod.zer0xthrash

☠︎⛧ ZER0XTHRASH ⛧☠︎ (@zer0xthrash)