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BETTER ON A SHXRT.©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2022

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Your face look great
It'd look better on a shirt
bury that face 10ft in the dirt
fuck all the fame Imma leave you with a curse
Imma leave you with a whole let that mother fucker burst

All these fuckers wanna test me
Let's see
Imma leave him in the back seat
Lastly Imma leave him fuckin nasty
Happily

All these fuckers wanna test me
Let's see
Imma leave him in the back seat
Lastly Imma leave him fuckin nasty
Happily

(Pranav.Wav Verse)

BETTER ON A SHIRT
BETTER ON A SHIRT
BETTER ON A SHIRT
BETTER ON A SHIRT
BETTER ON A SHIRT
BETTER ON A SHIRT
BETTER ON A SHIRT
BETTER ON A SHIRT

Fuck with my tendencies
I'm actin menace-y
Walk in yo crib
Spray this clip till it empty
Hands on yo neck when i rip out your throat
Blade down your chest you should read what i wrote
Skin to the bone and I tote what i own
Bitch made and dead if you sit on my throne
Clips out the mag it gon hit clear out your dome
Smoke yo pop for a bag lower your tone
Pain in my chest
Blade through my neck
Reload the mag
And then aim at the rat  
Fuck is you testin me
Eat all my enemies
Keep the mask on so you wont remember me 

(Kill Dyll Chorus)

Your face look great
It'd look better on a shirt
bury that face 10ft in the dirt
fuck all the fame Imma leave you with a curse
Imma leave you with a whole let that mother fucker burst

Coughin up
You talkin up a lot of false confidence
Hockin up you droppin off 
A lot of false ominous
Top it off you noddin off
You off the lost promises
Always stay anonymous
and praise the false prophets

I don't give a fuck
I don't give a shit
Run with that bag
Run with that stick
I don't give a fuck
Run with that bag 
Run with that stick

Your face look great
It'd look better on a shirt
bury that face 10ft in the dirt
fuck all the fame Imma leave you with a curse
Imma leave you with a whole let that mother fucker burst

Better on a shirt

BETTER ON A SHXRT. (ft Pranav.Wav)

ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED

"ALL MY OPPS SPECIAL ED" (prod. pranav)

TOKYO GHOUL!©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

Dyll feelin bitter again he diggin the pen to his socket
lookin at him and I see him beggin me to stop it
I live for revenge I'm off of the hinge and I love it
Treating my iron like I've been fire, IM SMOKING

TOKYO GHOUL HOW I RIP UP HIS CHEST
FUCKERS DONT LIVE PAST MY AIM CUZ I'M BLESSED
SCOPIN HIM DOWN THEN IM TAKIN HIS BREATH
THESE FUCKERS ARE CLOWNS SO I TREAT EM LIKE PESTS

I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a fuck
I just can't give a

Take somebody's vision precision I never miss
If you think I'm fuckin playin I'm sayin I never kid
Talkin all that smack will get a mother fucker hit
That's why I keep these millimeters on my mother fuckin hip

dyll has been pissin
never forgiving all you motherfuckers
trippin not sipping 
I'm never living with you motherfuckers

me and you are different
I never wanted to love another
radio silence 
I been defiant to you mother fuckers

tokyo ghoul how I'm taking what's left
you fuckers that play with me
playing with death
bitch I'm not like you
I'll fight til I'm dead
bitch im not like you
ill fight til im dead

TOKYO GHOUL HOW I RIP UP HIS CHEST
FUCKERS DONT LIVE PAST MY AIM CUZ I'M BLESSED
SCOPIN HIM DOWN THEN IM TAKIN HIS BREATH
THESE FUCKERS ARE CLOWNS SO I TREAT EM LIKE PESTS

Fuck what they think
What they say I'm a god
Puttin this 9 right inside of his eye
Pussie don't press me I'll leave you dismembered
You prolly don't know me I'm cold as December I'm Dyll

Fuck your feels
Fuck these bitches
Never real
Never real

TOKYO GHOUL! (Prod. Kill Dyll)

GTFOMF

GTFOMF (feat. Kill Dyll)

FVCK LIVING [PROD. KYOTO KAMI]

Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' fuck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend fuckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
Fuck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy

I'm walkin' this bitch with a Glock in my hand
And a blade in my head, and all you bitches are fed
Fuck, what's the fake, why I eliminate any foe
That don't know exactly where I stand
I'm stayin' on your grave for the life that it take
And I'm makin' all of these big bands
Look at the fuckers, they're scattered like grass
When I tap on this gathering it's great
Fuck your existence, I'll put it away
And it is locked from the end of my plate
I'm comin' to D.C., I do not know pain
Walkin' with bullets inside of my brain
Motherfuckers up at the I.C.K., they're lookin' at your clique
And I know that we're all fake
I pull open the knives, we arise a new fate
We arise a new fate

Yeah, I walk in this bitch, yeah, I walk in the function
You don't carry no strap, lil' bitch, you is bluffin'
Still up in the trenches, you know how we comin'
Still up in this bitch, mixing ack with the tussin
Still stuntin' tha boy, bitch, you know how we do it
That bitch boy a faggot, he virgin like Lucid
I'm uppin' the strap, then I leave tha boy clueless
I'm really about it, I'm really gon' do it
If you ain't really 'bout it, you ain't gonna shoot
If you talk out yo mouth, you gon' fuck up my mood
Please GTFO of my way like bitch move
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo thot and she like how I move
I'm crazy on record, I pop a bitch too
I'm poppin' a shotgun while off of the shrooms
Yeah, I'm fuckin' yo momma, you don't gotta clue
I'm punkin' her BF like bitch what it do, bitch
Yo boyfriend fuckin' hate me, yo dumb bitch wanna date me
My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy, steady pushin' out white like the 80s
Boy, you not gang, you can't faze me
Fuck my damn bitch and she ate me
And my lil bro, he amaze me, shooting them opps like he crazy

ZER0XTHRASH X KILL DYLL - KXSO! [PROD.ZER0XTHRASH]

Stream - https://too.fm/d6qamxx
Hosted by : Scream Rap
produced by : @CRMSYN

Lyrics:

God 
Aye shoutsout my block in this bitch (Gang)
Know what’s going on
Yuh aye, gang gang gang 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

Stitches on your mouth, don’t want no lip 
I’m outside, just wanna rip bitch
Both my wrists look fucking sick 
Slit pattern for the drip 
Disc shattered from the kick 

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

If you’re 2 years old can’t give a fuck, can’t trust a fuckin soul
I’ll put a bullet through a fucker I don’t trust, don’t wan’t see ‘em old
I’ll put hollow through your grandma if she actin really bold
I’ll put a bullet through your pitbull if he looking fuckin swole
Dyll is crazy like heart attack
Pop a vein inside my mother fuckin neck
All these fucker’s really wanna be the best
But they nothing more than a just couple pest’s
I’m the best with the pesticides, insecticide 
Direct another pest or fly, I question life
Like what am I doin I know I’m flawed but pursuing
Everything I can in this life, all ruins
All fake all foes i’ll break all toes
You mother fuckers lame
I put fucker taking shit right down the mother fuckin range
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you fucker sounds the same
Fuck you I can’t trust you cuz you always passing blame

He thought he could run, from the lead
And it still filled him
Bitch you ain’t gon live through the night 
I’m with Kill Dyll
Make her fucking lick it off that carpet when that blood spill 
Shotty fucking hit him in his stomach, make him cartwheel (Fuck)
I know that I make em nervous 
Molly up the bank
Like will he live, nobody knows for certain
I could resurrect him a savior
Your block get taped up with caution 
And i’m feeling nauseas cause

I can’t trust no fucking man (Yuh)
I can’t trust no fucking bitch (Aye)
I don’t got no fucking friends (What?)
Cause my choppa ate ‘em

Scorched Earth

y i hav no frnds

y i hav no frnds (feat. Kill Dyll)

CLIQUE CLIQUE BANG

CLIQUE CLIQUE BANG (prod. pranav)

Another girl thinkin I can save her
I can't save myself so I can't be your savior
Now she actin all like "I fuckin hate ya"
But that's how it goes so I won't complain yeah

Been through it many times
Getting so used to the ride
Realizing I'm no different when I'm looking at my life

Everythings the same
It all ends a balanced state
Nothing special about no one
Were just pawns inside a game

Everything in the future it has happened in the past
Everything you think has been thought before you have

Just another day of the struggle don't be last
Don't get stuck in the bushes with the reel that you cast 

[Chorus - mars argo]
Done way too many drugs in my 20s (x4)


High school days acting like an intellectual
Way too stressed gotta skip part of the schedule
Same thing now just a different set of fuckin rules
Got a lot of problems I ain't tryna be fuckin rude

Used to love my music now she telling me its shit
Maybe from the duster I just took too many hits
Don't call me young prodigy was never meant for it
On my knees praying begging for enhancement

God damn
How did I end up here
Falling down the stairs again climb up another year
Losing myself inside everything I fear
No motivation left I'll have another beer 

Fuck
Let me get of this prison
Gripping on the bible like can I be forgiven
Obsessive mind bring me close some times to killin
Give my life to Christ but still I always will be sinnin

[Outro - mars argo]
Done way too many drugs in my 20s [x8]

BRACK THE MACK - HALF BAKED

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ZER0XTHRASH X KILL DYLL - KXSO! [PROD.ZER0XTHRASH]

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