PASTOR PRANAV

EL DIABLO POLLO

EL DIABLO POLLO (Feat. Bumboi + Day$okee)(prod. pranav)

PUNK w/REZXREKT

Lyrics

Why the fuck you so slow
Get the fuck out my way bitch
Smashin his face in the mother fuckin pavement
Slow
Get the fuck out my way bitch
Smashin his face in the mother fuckin

Rearrangin brains like I do not give a fuck
If he keep on talkin shit I'll fuckin cut him up
Get a body bag Imma let him rest it up
RIP your peer watch em slowly disappear

Fuck you and your homies all you fuckers just below me
Haters keep on suckin I like it when you just blow me
Playin with my fate bitch I do not hesitate
Dancin with the devil like I'm makin a mistake

Trippin I'm rippin his head off
The sinister bitterman dead ops
I'm liftin my digits while put in a prison
the fuckers that hate me are left off

And I sped off with a handgun
sped ops damn nah I don't have fun
Red all bled all over my gun
Led off head off better not run
Better not suck
Better not blow
Better off dead when I cut him off slow

I WANNA KILL
I WANNA DIE
DAILY DOSE OF CYANIDE
SINGLE SIP TO GET ME HIGH
AND THAT WILL BRING ME BACK TO LIFE

DRINK THE KOOL AID
DRINK THE KOOL AID
DRINK THE KOOL AID 
DRINK THE KOOL AID

Kool Aid.

KOOL AID. (Prod. Kill Dyll)

Lyrics:
Sleep tight 
Sleep tight 
Sleep tight 
Sleep tight 

I got  no love for you  ingrates 
All of you mistakes 
 Posting your problems like Boy you look bitchmade 
I'm
 taking my meds just to feel like I'm nothing 
Societies dead and were given em crutches 
I need a concussion 
I'm missing your touches 
My heart rate is rushin
I can't stop this cuttin 
This underground grunge rat got nothing to prosper 
I'm pulling the thoughts out my head with a fucking revolver
I'm pushing down feelings and kissing up on her  

My stomach is turning 
The Sanities burning 
Stabllitys hurting 
Depression is lurking
I'm closing the curtains 

These Impulsive choices are fucking up my life 
Leap off the high rise 
I wanna sky dive 
Killing that pussy I'm takin her 9 lives 
Hxnry the prophet  
Im Optimus prime I been babbling Talking automous 
Walking anonymous 
Hit like Muhammad 
  Been shaking ya shakras 

 Im Down in the dirt n I love riots 
Baby come try 
I been killing gods with this acid diet 
Watch yo homies dying 
Man I'm so excited I been making victims sipping psilocybin 
Leave their bodies drying 
When the prophets talking you can't keep him quiet

PROPHETSANTHEM(FT KILL DYLL)

BRAND NEW K (feat. kill dyll ,xtahc,hxnry)

feating kill dyll
produced by allirt
mixed by abi
elder shirime x mapinguari transition by elixr
cover art by radio inactive

Elder Shirime feat. KILLXDYLL (prod. Allirt)

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]

GANJA GOBLIN

"GANJA GOBLIN"(prod. pranav)

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)

@imakenosound
@sixbound
@33delirium

Art by @51trenches

LYRICS:
 CTRL ALT DELETE
YOU GET PUT TO SLEEP
OUT OF POCKET I MIGHT SPEAK
FLOCK OF SHEEP IS ALL I SEE 
UNDERGROUND UNDERNEATH
THAT IS WHERE YOU NEEDA BE
I CAN FEEL IT WHEN I BREATH
SIX FEET YOU LAYING DEEP

FUCK

I MIGHT LOSE MY SELF UP IN THIS CUP
LOOKIN AT MY BITCH, YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT YOU COULD FUCK?
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR NUMBERS OR YOUR FUNDS
STEP ACROSS THE LINE AND YOUR LIFE MIGHT END UP DONE

*oh my GOD*

WATCH ME HOW I RUN
HALF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ONLY HARD BEHIND A GUN
HOPPIN OUT THE MAZI GRIPPIN BLADES YOU BETTER RUN
FIND IT HARD TO BREATH WITH METAL STICKING IN YOUR LUNG

DREAR :


She Really Thought That She Could Fuck 
I Don’t Want That Pussy
Look How Quick She Give It Up
You Stressing Bout Them Bill’s 
I Go To Sleep I’m Getting Guap 
I’m Tryna Run It Up 
I Got No Time To Fucking Talk

If you really wanna issue 
I can get you settled 
223 galore 
I’m pulling string’s like I’m jepeto 
no miss no loss 
I think I’m the fuckin meta  
If I really want em gone I’ll send 
My team right out to get em 


I feel better when I’m off the fucking dub 
100 round drum 
send you to the clouds above 
these bitches hit me up 
thinking imma show em love 
baby I got nothing left 
but you can get to givin top

CTRL+ALT+DELETE! FT. DREAR | PROD. SIXBOUND

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

☠︎⛧ ZER0XTHRASH ⛧☠︎ (@zer0xthrash)