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Satanic Prostitute

Stabbed Her to Death

[intro]
My favorite dress is buried in grave
My favorite dress is buried in grave

[Verse 1]
I can't still feel a breathe, make me wanna kill my head
Just a prove, what you mean
Cracked on skull it's fuck just plague
Now i say in your face "know you lies to do me now"
Candles black, to my rule
And i know you all me now

[Verse 2]
Bitch you first, going out
And i need a swear to god
On my skin to this stroke, and i write to fucking live
But i know, what you talk with a fucking girl right now
Froofyu knew, whatchu me i can bury all your friends
Tryna find it’s all fake vibes
I'm desire off fake wait's 

[Pre-Chorus]
And i'm wanna jump to them
Don't you leaving in my room, would you wake up in my head
Where i put you i'm a witch
Fuck to leave another else nothing

[Chorus]
Thought he are a ghost
There's a froofyu fallen out's
I'm wanna to jump how you listen to me now
Tryna find my shit, on your wall's blunt ya
Bleedin' call reality
Taste your worth my blood
I'm a sick to the jump and i wanna sleep again ya

[Outro]
My favorite dress is buried in grave
My favorite dress is buried in grave ya

BUTTERFLY CRACKED STAFF

Fuck the Hollywood Cult

From the Streets to the Stars" is a powerful and dynamic musical journey that explores the struggles, hopes, and dreams of those who have risen from the gritty, urban streets to the heights of success and empowerment.

Featuring a fusion of hip-hop, jazz, funk, and R&B, this album is a testament to the resilience and creativity of the human spirit, and the power of music to uplift and inspire.

From the spoken-word introduction that sets the tone for the album, to the funk-infused track that celebrates the importance of community and solidarity, to the smooth, R&B-infused track that explores the ups and downs of relationships and the importance of loyalty, this album is a rich and diverse tapestry of sound and storytelling.

With guest appearances from some of the most talented and innovative artists in the music industry, "From the Streets to the Stars" is a collaboration in the truest sense of the word, and a testament to the power of music to bring people together and create positive change.

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From The Streets

Rap do Batman | Tauz RapTributo 13

Fear Is The Mind Killer (prod. the virus and antidote)

Written and produced by Banshee

THIS IS THE LAST TIME
I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD
I'VE LOST MY FUCKING MIND
DON'T YOU LEAVE THIS FUCKING ROOM
BITCH DON'T MAKE ME FIND YOU IN YOUR STUPID PONTIAC
TOP DOWN
I'M COMING STRAIGHT FOR YOUR HEAD
FUCK WITH A WITCH BITCH
NEVER LIVE ANOTHER DAY TO SIP A NATTY ICE
IN YOUR DIRTY ASS ROOM
WITH SOME BITCHES THAT YOU MET ONLINE 
WHO JUST WANNA SMOKE ALL YOUR WEED
GOOD FOR THEM 
THEY NEED IT MORE THAN YOU

FUCK WITH A WITCH

HAPPY HALLOWEEN,
decided to drop a surprise teaser from my upcoming mixtape x

prod. casey slowjay

BURN THE WITCH

KING YOSEF:
https://soundcloud.com/kingyosef

VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naqNXFWohnE&t=1340s

The Question (prod. King Yosef)

Aly Voorhees;
https://soundcloud.com/alyvoorhees

Video;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naqNXFWohnE&t=1340s

I Have To Cum Everytime - Zheani x Aly Voorhees (prod. Txtrca)

Didnt have any artwork ready because im a bitch

Lyrics:
Probe a madcap 
Rip a spleen out his back in terror 
Off the knapsack 
Cuffed and block a tracking error 

Spinal tap 
Seed Hive 
And never drop in mind 
Track it down into locust supply 
Leaf in my coffin, I come to never 
In the back in my cabinet; cover
Creeping out the back of whatever 
Seen never tread on the path of the pathogenic 
To recognize 
Split the back 
Apply the magic target scripture 
Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

Drip in the backdrop 
Out up in the cracks 
With the pipe out back 
Perceive me leave with all you lack 
Epicenter of damp 
Deleted 
Losing all your fluid 
Derooted 
And ripped to pieces 
Strained of peace included 

But you back in a deeper vein 
Don't trace it out when they circulate 
You Leave the pride, and its mutilated 
Days like this, they put you out like with the Novocain 

Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

You talk bout rats in your path and proceed to leave with all the pesticides 
To sharpen your teeth Isn't needed leave them peeling off

Mechanical bull like antennas 
Syringes are probing 
Invasion of privacy 
I Will see odessyes silently open lobotomies
All there's is suddenly out of me 

Raid on my shades 
Enter my plane 
Speak on my name and offend a mane 
Cynical aid 
Enter my plane 
Still carry the grain in my pelicane

Fear Is The Mind Killer (prod. the virus and antidote)

zheani

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