jackie!

Boom Splat

🚧💀🚧💀

Scream Rap

[VAGUE]

Life's a blur
Unexpected every turn
And we rollin wit the homies
With the shotties let 'em burn
Live and learn
UAV is taken over anyways
It doesn't matter what you do we gonna take it anyways

Just ride slow
On the nights, that it's cold
And I'm ridin wit the windows down, this shit is never old
Always takin back, and on the day I'll never sell my soul
On these nights I take advantage, cause I don't feel so alone

Locked up, lights on, I see no one's home
But that doesn't matter, cause we've grown since the Catacombs
If you got a problem we can fight at any place
That's because UAV is takin over anyways

[T.R.I.P.]

I pull up to your house and drag you out
Then you get stomped out
In a black m3 is what I’m on now
Feeling the ghost rider, the way im on fire
And i'm coming for the mothafuckas who ever daring to try us
Hoe
I know y’all praying on my downfall, wassup
I know you mothafuckas all soft, let’s go
Drag your body to the graveyard, oh no
UAV is killin all y’all, fasho

All these fake mothafuckas with they AKs
Pussy boy you look soft we know that you don't bang
Waiving round your pistol and thinking that you hard
I’ll put this barrel against yo, head and make you pay the cost
Hoe

BULLETPROOF [Prod. FALLEN]

We are Neurodivergent Crew, a collective of artists each fighting their own demons (DID, ADHD, Autism and Dyslexia). We had been ousted and sidelined because of how we are but we grew strong and this is our strike back!

D.A.A.Dy w FMA + 12 Gage, Dreadnought, prod. n0trixx

Paint It Black W/Yxng XBE

LYRICS

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Okay, I can't deal with nobody who bitch made
Hit 'em with a left-right hook to the ribcage
Ruzzy in the pit, I'm in this bitch, I'm in yo' bitch face
Cut 'em down to size with my blade i be givin big breaks

I know you ain't getting paid shit
Quit talkin' like you made it
Man I really hate this
How everybody fakin
No, I don't want relations
I'ma give 'em lacerations
Oh no, please don't test my patience
Please don't test my patience

Turn you to a pack, choppa make that boy a dancer
When-when I light 'em up I be filled up with all this cancer
Nah, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' question, bitch I'm the answer
I'ma turn you straight to bits, I bring the blitz, I pyromancer
Cut 'em up, push me to the edge
Bitch, I live my life on the fence 
Motherfuckers ain't shit to me, they dead to me, make no amends
Focus on my self instead
Put the needle, in the thread
Ima make you rest in peace but only after you have bled
Yeah (Fire in the hole!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Okay, I can't deal with nobody who bitch made
Hit 'em with a left-right hook to the ribcage
Ruzzy in the pit, I'm in this bitch, I'm in yo' bitch face
Cut 'em down to size with my blade i be givin big breaks

I know you ain't getting paid shit
Quit talkin' like you made it
Man I really hate this
How everybody fakin
No, I don't want relations
I'ma give 'em lacerations
Oh no, please don't test my patience
Please don't test my patience

LACERATIONS !

ALL PLATFORMS

LACERATIONS ! (PROD. SQUALL)

Ig:
the one and only @missingfactxr
featuring/artwork: @spiiral_
produced by @rulz.on

Factxr:

Lets keep it a buck!
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain’t nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens yeah
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace,
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

they in the need to see doctors
When i am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked it
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Spiiral:

put aside your forgotten means
got no time for lobotomies
i’ve been doing reconnaissance
and there’s nothing inside of me

been unlucky as of lately
feeling so hazy
black cat crazy
yuh, ay

put the foot to the floor
watch out now i’m hitting the dash
don’t hang round me, leave silently
no cos you’ll never last

going too fast, amphetamine
feel it deep down there’s hell in me
reaper watching, too loco
now this is my epitaph

locked deep down in the grave won’t find me
ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
souls exposed to the light, unkindly
in the quicksand, you’ll stay untimely

demise i relight this war
bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
decline i feel like i’m lost
saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh

SPOTiFY

DIRT. w/ SPIIRAL (p. RULZ ON)

When She Low

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! MUCH MORE MUSIC COMING! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT

SPOTIFY: open.spotify.com/album/3y2JtSoMAUteOuwZNd9gvf

LEECH Prod.RULZ ON

Paradise ft. Big Sean (Ransom Intro)

Nothing changed. 
Featuring (in order):
@__yaffe__
@orgetplus
@nickgismyname

Produced by none other than the goat @rulz.on
Artwork by goat @spiiral_

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/track/06Rq5NXbgzjAO7UlGV0OF2?si=iK5YrFXMTUiPj21Ait1SpA&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A25BQBxCOX87df1eleFbPgg

AINT A DAMN THING CHANGED! feat. Yaffe, Orgetplus & NickG (PROD. BY RULZ ON)

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Like shattered glass
Have a feelin that you lost count
On the sidelines waitin
Like a fucken scout
Why you movin forward, just to hit the breaks?
Like ya peakin in a window
Of a dead man’s place
Always tryin to take your face off
I’m an embodiment
Of what you fucken chased off
See I’ve risen from the morgue
A demon lookin for more
Not tryin to start the fight
But ill surely end the war
Overdosin judgin by the case
Many people out here
Like they have a life to waste
Shout out to the pussies
All y’all need to be erased
Don’t be blamin me
Cause you got them dog shit traits
Always chimin in
Get the fuck up out my sight
You tryin ride, I’ll pull it out
If you wanna bite
Why you waitin for the gas to ignite?
And excite
Then pass it off like it’s all alright
You know that I know
That’s why you brought it up again
To make yourself known
You know that I know
It’s just talk, you creepin
In the land of crows

[T.R.I.P.]

I wanna kill 'em all 
The doctor told me not to get involved
Trippy lost his mind and bouta set it off
Emitz shining like a disco ball
Mothafuckas dropping in the coffin
When the devil giving me that call
Push me to limit bitch
I’m bout to fuckin break 
I’m sweeping rappers up
Somebody hand me the rake 
Night, night
UAV bouta bite
Something slight
When the hounds pull up
And end your fucking life
I’m on mission for another milli
I’m killing everybody
Never gave a fuck about what song they feelin
T.R.I.P. is coming out the cemetery
Let’s play a game of hide and seek
And when I find you ima slice you gently
Straight jacket, rappers that i’m hacking
Sick of mothafuckas talkin and they always yappin
Never go and put in work, instead they keep on napping
UAV gon keep on grinding while we overlapppin 'em



Shattered Glass [Prod. Zyller]

Bones - Seiko (Prod grayera)

THY KINGDOM COME

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

U AT DOGPOUND?

Hosted by @scream.rap on instagram
Stream: https://vyd.co/ScorchedEarth2
Lyrics:

You feel stiff
Real still
This aint fake this aint for fun 
This real deal
You get hit 
That's real steel
That Ian't BB, Airsoft, Paint 
It really kill ya 

That means death - full tilt 
Aint no measuring how much of they blood get spilt
HEY! Right out the vein 
I wanna drain all that they will be and have been
I assassinate for thrill

You feel stiff
Real still
This aint fake this aint for fun 
This real deal
You get hit 
That's real steel
That Ian't BB, Airsoft, Paint 
It really kill ya

Buy SCORCHED EARTH 2

STIFF (prod. Michael Link)

Newest single release from Zero 610 'IS IT REAL?'

Produced and Mixed By Zero 610.

EVERYTHING EXCLUSIVE

IS IT REAL?

OG ARTIST: 7xvn (open.spotify.com/artist/1B6XpURxZFBE9B2BT5JI7h)

PRODUCER: Zanda (open.spotify.com/artist/3MCb4hKg6bu2Ivg6ZBM4B0)

LYRICS FROM GENIUS:

[Intro]
How to make yourself throw up
Can you smell it?
Your existence snuffed and vanished
Go
Cut up, get up, blegh
Blegh
[?]

[Chorus]
Can you smell it? Pheromones from fear and panic (Ough)
As my knife thrusts back and forth, causing internal damage
Now I'm manic, seeing your organs brandished
At the dull end of this blade on which your life was ended

[Verse]
I wanna saw off your arm, scissor-trim your ears
Then sew your eyes, but not your mouth, I need to hear the fear
I think I'll blend up your guts, bottoms up and cheers
How many licks does my knife need to make you disappear?
Your end is near
Flesh ripped is all you hеar
Goodbye, my dear, blegh
I'll facе my fate, curse yo' gates
I'll burn in the lake
The light inside my eyes will fade, smile on my face (My face)
But I pray I crawl out this grave
So I can wrap your guts around your neck and watch you hang

[Chorus]
Can you smell it? Pheromones from fear and panic (Ough)
As my knife thrusts back and forth, causing internal damage
Now I'm manic, seeing your organs brandished
At the dull end of this blade on which your—

[Outro]
Blegh, blegh, blegh, yeah
Well can you smell it?
The fear and panic?
The edge goes further in
How could I be more romantic?

7xvn - Voodoo Vomit Doll [Prod. Zanda]

Pretty Girls Like Trap Music

4 AM (feat. Travis Scott)

Nasty (Who Dat)

Nasty (Who Dat) [feat. Migos]

Double Or Nothing

Pull Up N Wreck (feat. 21 Savage)

DIE FOR MY BITCH

STATS

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Scorpio Prodz

Lyrics:
I just spent the day chillin wit my homies smokin
Fill my longues up till they green I never say im chokin
Merkin plenty chemicals enducin pyschosis
Water on her pussy split that shit like I be moses

30 calibur inside the rifle make em pose, shit
Pullin up to fire no one got a shot they gone miss
Taking real drugs, real green smell like cat piss
Bold of you to think, that Im gonna fuckin pass this

Murda on the beat, feds put my lines with the evidence
These underground losers claim they hard, but they aint shit
Woah
Fuck yo bitch on a boat
And this beef gettin old
Wrap that shit up wit the dope

Cus Im dope
Rob yo bitch for her burberry coat
Everytime you cause a scene
Swear I never fuckin know

Cus you scared of me
Weighed on me
Talk that shit you not my homie
Metal to his cranium
Not his heart boy he not that tony

Sellin bags out 98 intrepid
Everybody wanna talk but nobody gone wanna step it
If you come at me irrational you best fuckin correct it
I got issues witta attitude
None yo feelings een matter dude

I just put the lettuce next to medicine
Im makin soup
Thc and ecstasy help OCD anxiety
Maker her heel over and suck my dick just at the sight of me
I got that punk ass attitude that make you wanna fight with me




I done seen the blood run so deep that the shit look like it purple
Yall thought I was on some stupid shit like immitating urcle
Got a carcas gettin shot up bouncin like he hittin hurdles
Yall be scared when homies pass out I be scared when I cant hurt em

Thats that deeper shit
Pussy
Thats some thinking shit
Rookie
fuckin hoes who never shave
Put a strap on that 
wookie
Got that good smoke
Cookie
Used to always play
Hookie
Now the cops all after us
Cus it pays em when they 
Book em

UH

They divide mine
Cook em up like fine dine
Lobster on the menu
Cus its red when its wine time

Murder like its normal fine
Skrt the case like double time
No face no case
Why I hide mine

Fuck up something
Poppin something
Losin vision
Pukin nothin
Sober fuckin
Tender touchin
Painful lovin
Missin somethin

ay

AftrWrld +Scorpio

Zero From The 610📍
|Artist & Producer |