PULE (FT. MADJAX) (PROD. IHYTREVOR)

lyric, shout out @issbrokie and @dieperry

My ego not helping me I think that  it’s tryna kill me
And imma stack all this money straight to the ducking ceiling
And i when grip on the mac it be hard to fight feeling
And when I pop out I think I need me like half a mili 

And all the shit that I’ve been thru no I can’t let it go
said I’m not feeling myself can u be my antidote 
And u get caught from a far that be my extended scope 
And I be sick wipe my nose just like I be sniffing blow 

Shawty told me Chill 
No I can’t be for real
And I be eating all these shots call that a mono meal 
It’s hard for me to feel 
U steady getting peeled
And I be off of so much shit I sleep up at the wheel 

Bitch I been like Fuck that yeah I bout up that 
Sleeping with dogs covered in filth u in a bug bath 
Ever since a younging yeah I always been a rugrat 
Shawty is a slut there’s not a spot that I can’t touch at

Like bitch I’m bouta Crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash
like bitch im bouta Crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash

And U cannot clap back
Shawty wanna fuck here’s my cash app
Bitch I’m so damn toxic need a gas mask
Every body wanna die I do the death dance 
I don’t give a fuck I want my head slammed
Up inside the wall I’m just a dead man

And I don’t stop for nothing get blown up combustions survive the destruction they call me a muthafucking odyssey 
I said send me hell I don’t wish no one well if I’m taking A L u can kill me like muthafucking wattori 
And I slam on the brakes u get punched in the face til your eyes getting mutha fucking watery 
And u step up to me you get thrown in the fire u get turnt to some muthafucking pottery

So much habits and addictions  I can never break
And I don’t like my fucking skin Rip off my fucking face 
And I want all of them to die don’t wanna fucking wait
Die death for me 
And if I end up on the floor just  pray that I don’t get 
Die death for me
Die death pray that I don’t get up

CRASH (PROD. D!EPERRY)

lyrics:

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(kami)
i keep on moving i’m never gon rest bitch
i just sold fentanyl percs to a sped kid
stay with the poles like a fucking election 
call me a tutor how i’m finna test him 
Pull it with no hesitation
rocks on my neck, all the diamonds caucasian 
fuck that bitch once ain’t even know what her name is
then i’m gon give her the kick like i’m sheamus 
my fabric designer who the fuck gon tussle
This chopper here lift, i let it burn like Usher
got 2 twin glock, they never separated i guess you say they in love with each other
did all this shit on my own need no manager got VS1 diamonds they colder than canada 
walk in and the ice on my neck change the temperature 
oh that’s yo bitch? sorry brodie i handled her 

(vooted)
strangle her 
beat on that pussy lil bitch ima damage yuh
she do what i say like im mothafuckin manager
me and kami gonna step on the scene its a mothafuckin massacre

(kami)
what the fuck is blud waffling bout
i don’t talk on twitter i just shoot unannounced 
we came strapped we not playing around
yes this choppa finna make a hell of a sound

(vooted)
my niggas dogs in the pound 
try to run up and you lost and not found
gun make yo body hit the mothafuckin ground
and vooted inbound to your town
i pull up at night like a fucking hellhound
i skin his mothafuckin face off
decapitate that nigga wita chainsaw
i am a mothafuckin outlaw
and ill kick that nigga he get lockjaw
bitch im incredible 
making her scream lika festival 
money on decimal 
money get flexible 
yes it get stretchable
he acting skeptical 
aim with the reticle 
turn that lil boy to a vegetable 
make em forgettable 
he need a medical 
soul is no longer accessible 
i done came in this bitch to go murder
i fuck on his bitch then i dip ima dirt her
he act like a bitch cause he know ima hurt her
im talking about him cause he pussy indeed
im never alone all my niggas in 3’s
i keep a gun on my dash
if he want the smoke thats his ass
when im grabbing his face ima smash
oh she want a pretty little mister
blade in her man he got stabbed like a splinter 
tryin to prevent a
mothafucking end yuh

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(hachi)
Up that stick
I'mma up that bitch
I'mma pull with the gang, we gon' fuck that bitch
It's a gangbang hoe we gon' run this shtick
If you fucking wit' us then you gon' die quick
It's over, I got the sun in my hand
And I blow it right over
Hellstorm 'n' tornadoes break his composure
Yo' buddy is dead thought I'd give you some closure
He mediocore
Schrondinger model, I'm dead and alive
A hypothetical but look in my eye
You'd fuck with a god but you don't wanna die
I know that he cry, he ain't tough he lie
He ride with the set but he ain't wit the way
He just like a surfer, the beach, the wave
Rapping the words that he get told to say  
Ye' ain't mean this shit, so just walk away
Hunnid drums mean a hunnid rounds
Times a hunnid thou
In the backseat
Like I'm Xvooted I fuck in the backseat
Red dot, his face, look like it's acne
Like he an Indian
He getting sent to Samadhi
I ride wit' my blood don't just ride
Wit' nobody
I Need some help cus I'm rowdy
I'm descending to hell cus I'm God, I embody

FUCK YOUR PHiLOSOPHY w/ 238HACHIMAN

PRODUCTION BY @FRDMBEATS
MIXED BY ME BITCH

SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//
SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//
SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//
SPLIT HIS BRAINS FUCK IT LETS GO SPLIT HIS HEAD//

THAT WAY SO WE KNOW HE DEAD, AINT COMING BACK TO LIFE//
YEAH HE KNEW HIS FATE THE SECOND HE LOOKED INTO MY EYES//
WELCOME TO THE SHOW, SUCH A SHAME THAT HES UP ON DISPLAY//
IM 'BOUT TO FUCKING BLOW, PUT THIS HEAVY METAL TO HIS FACE, YUH//

OPEN UP THAT PIT LIL BOY//
BREAK ALL OF THAT SHIT LIL BOY//
THROW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//
THORW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//
OPEN UP THAT PIT LIL BOY//
BREAK ALL OF THAT SHIT LIL BOY//
THROW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//
THORW A FUCKING FIT LIL BOY//

AYE, WHY WOULD I SLIDE? YOU GONE BE POURING OUT SHOTS FOR THE DEAD HOMIES//
WHY WOULD I HIDE? NEVER AINT GOT BACK WHAT A BITCH OWE ME//
HOP IN THE RIDE,I GOTCHA GIRL IN THE SEAT TRYINA FUCKING BLOW ME//
WHAT ARE THE ODDS, SHE TELL ME TO COME IN THE CRIB CAUSE SHE BEEN REAL LONELY?//

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SPLIT BRAINS PROD FRDM

PRODUCED BY: zer0xthrash, shktrxx, pyramid, wvrd.
ENGINEERED BY: zer0xthrash
COVER ART BY: zer0xthash
HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT<3

KILLING NXZI TERRITORY

devil within. MERCH SOON 

MIXING ENGINEERS: zer0xthrash
PRODUCERS: zer0xthrash, pyramid
GFX DESIGN: zer0xthrash
FEATURES: Kill dyll

YUCKO!

ZER0XTHRASH - YUCKO! (prod. zer0xthrash)

LYRICS: BITCH, I GOT THA BAG
UH

IT'S HOLDIN' UP MY STRAP
uh

STACKIN' UP MY CHEESE,
EXTERMINATE 'EM IF THEY RATS

GOING BACK TO BACK
ON FLEAS
HIT 'EM UP
BITCH, AIN'T NO NexGard

Yugi-O my strap,
kill that bitch, yeah, that's my next card

I'M PUSHIN' 90 IF I SEE THAT BITCH

PUSHIN' POWER OUT MY WHIP

G45 WITH RUBBER GRIP

(YOU STUPID BITCH)

YOU'RE IN MY SIGHTS, I'M BOUTTA BREAK YO LIPS

METAL BULLET GIVE A KISS

PUCKER UP AND LET IT HIT

SWING MY SHETTY AT THAT BOY, AIN'T NO FORTNITE

FINALLY GOT THAT HIT
10G BANDS IT
IT TOOK ME FOUR NIGHTS

KEEP MY BLADE TUCKED,
HUDDLED UP,
JUST FOR THA RIGHT TIME

WHEN WE MEETING UP?
10 O'CLOCK, I'M WINNING AT 9:00

BOUNCE OUT, I DON'T SEE THAT PUSSY

I'LL SLIT HIM 'TIL HE GUSHY
I KNEW HE WAS A PUSSY,
WET THAT BOY, AIN'T NO ROOKIE

I'LL BANG HIM 'TIL HE CROOKY
I'LL SCARE HIM, AIN'T NO MOVIE
I'LL PUT HIM IN THE GROUND
4800 TIL I'M DOWNED

ZER0XTHRASH X JENX2 X CACITY - NEXGAURD (prod.zer0xthrash)

JIMMY FALLON (FT. 5’4)

FIRST SONG OFF THE ALBUM.
LYRICS: 
Murder yo friends and break shit because you crave it
Stomp you in the fucking pavement
Bitch I need my payment
On the suicide watch daily
I'm way too impatient
Yeah I heard that all yo homies hate me
But they don't bang shit

When I pulled up what was that
Why yall running like a bitch
Yeah I thought yo set was hard
Them 556s made you dip

Run away run away
I know you not banging shit
Run away run away
I know you not banging shit

223s it blow yo head off
I watch yo soul fly to the sky
Watchu banging whatchu claim
It don't matter you gon die

Memebers only cause we don't
Fuck with yo gang bitch
Memebers only cause we don't
Fuck with yo gang bitch

Aye aren't you tired of the bullshit
That yo homies put you threw
And don't you wanna cause some havoc
So heres what your gonna fucking do
Your gonna rollup in yo coup
And air them out up on they block bitch

Bang yo homies out cuz fuck them
Cuz they said fuck you
Bang yo homies out cuz fuck them
No they don't love you
Bang yo homies out cuz fuck them
Cuz they said fuck you
Bang yo homies out cuz fuck them
No they don't love you

Murder yo friends and break shit because you crave it
Stomp you in the fucking pavement
Bitch I need my payment
On the suicide watch daily
I'm way too impatient
Yeah I heard that all yo homies hate me
But they don't bang shit

KILL EM ALL!!!

Feedback Rebellion (Phonk Remix)

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