PU666Y (FT. GUAP SENSEI & TXTREES) (PROD. TXTREES)

i am a blackhole 
no void inside me
swirling pit in my chest
just look in my eyeballs
can you see my hatred
loathin all for my death
i sit in the matrix
breathin in all the basics
this vorpal mind is depressed 
you sittin there
in ya struggle, 
you jus a mortal
i am your god
so repent


i cut my own veins out
grab the gun blow my brains out
i light up the blunt then you run
im thinkin of death metal
im sippin that poison
knowin that feelins are dumb
im rippin my ar
we smokin on opp packs
lacin my weed wit ya blood
fast forward im apex
n nothing dont make sense
live in the moment
then die jus for fun

you jus a glum boy
yet your feelings are dumb boy
lookin to make yet your just a creation
filthy eyeballs, leather skintags
lookin french imma make yo neck drag
JAZZGLUM
NOT GLUMJAZZ
JUST DECIMATING MY SKIN IS BLACK
I AM IMMORTAL, NO COMIN BACK
TO MY HOME, KNOWING YOU ARE JUST ALONE 

DARK FORCES INSIDE OF MY SKULL
YOU DYIN OFF N I WONT
JUST LOOK AT MY BRIGHT FUTURE
N MY VIOLENT PAST
THE CLOCK TICKIN
KICK MY HOUR GLASS N THEN DASH
SEEIN YO LIFE AS A SLUG
I AM ABOVE YOU, STANDIN ON THE RUG
BREATH IN THE NOISES
NOTHIN COMIN OUT OF MY SKULL
KNOWING IM ALWAYS ALONE

jazzglum |prod. biome

FERDS

LYRICS

AY PUSSY BITCH GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY FACE
ALL YOU PUSSY BITCHES GET THE FUCK AWAY
YOUR FUCKING DISSTRACK WAS SO FUCKING SHIT
YOUR ASS RETARDED IMA TAKE A KNIFE AND SLIT

MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES SUCKING ON MY FUCKING DICK THEY BITCHIN
SUCKIN ON MY SHIT
PUSSY BITCHES GAY
IMA TAKE YOUR FUCKING FACE AND RIP THE SKIN RIGHT OUT YOUR FACE TILL YOUR FUCKING DEAD, AY

PUSSY BITCHES SUCKING ON MY FUCKING DICK LIKE YOU IS FUCKING GAY
SHUT THE FUCK UP BOUT THE FUCKING PLANS, YOU OK?
MOTHERFUCKER I AINT SEE THE FUCKING LIGHT OF DAY

MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES SUCKING ON MY FUCKING DICK THEY BITCHIN
SUCKIN ON MY SHIT
PUSSY BITCHES GAY
IMA TAKE YOUR FUCKING FACE AND RIP THE SKIN RIGHT OUT YOUR FACE TILL YOUR FUCKING DEAD, AY

404 (PROD.OMER)

tragedy

TRAGEDY (PROD. SEMTEX)

CITRUS PEOPLE (FEAT.V!Z)

SMOKING RAISE MY HEART RATE 
WE WAS CHUMS LIKE SHARK BAIT 
TILL U MET A HARD FATE
THAT SHIT BE GETTIN HEAVY LIKE  ARM WEIGHT 
REALLY SLICIN ARM VEINS DEIM COMMA CARPE 
when i reinCARNATE
MEET ME BY THE PARK GATE
WHAT A BITTER END
i remember better days way back when we were better men
 better friends  
hoNESTLY HOMIE I DON’T THINK THAT I’LL EVER SEVER THREADS 
place a COUPLE TULIPS ON THE STUMP THAT IS MY SEVERED HEAD  

WHY I
GOTTA WASTE
MY LIFE
|ALWAYS CHASE THE 
NEXT HIGH
THIS MY EGO
SUICIDE I EMBRACE MY OWN DEMISE
TONGUE TIED
GROWIN LIKE THAT FUNGI
I BE ON THE CURB SIDE
HEAD BE WHERE THE BIRDS FLY
broken teeth
I JUST WANNA KNOW MY HOME 
AIN’T LEAVING ME
IM UP IN THE BASEMENT
LIGHTING FIRE TO MY FAMILY TREE
THIRD DEGREE
COPING HOPELESSLY TO THE NOTION
THAT NOONE NOTICE ME
 
NO MORE TIME FOR LICKIN MY WOUNDS

THE  PLANET IS DOOMED
EVERYTHIGN JUS BURNING AND USED
SACRIFICING THE YOUTH
AS WE PRACTICE TABOOS 
I LOST COUNT OF ALL THE TIME THAT I WAS LOCKED IN THE CUBE
TRYNA FIND A PATH 2 FREEDOM
N ALL I NEEDED WAS YOU
N EVERYDAY I WAKE UP 
ANGRY N JUST DO WHAT I DO
MONKEY SEE N MONKEY HEAR
BUT MONKEY NEVER MAKE MOVES
VICTIM OF A NEVER EVER ENDING
CHAIN OF ABUSE
THERES BLOOD IN THE WATER
MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS
MURDER YOUR FATHER
CATTLE TO SLAUGHTER
WHY DO I BOTHER
I HAVE NO HONOR/
 I HAVE NO HONOR!!
 I MOVE THRU YOU MFS LIKE SERPENTINE
ALWAYS HURTIN BABY LIKE WHAT IS IT WORTH TO ME
VULTURES CIRCLING OVERHEAD MY DEATH IS SO CERTAIN G
I DON’T REALLY KNOW IF I’LL EVER JUST LIFT THIS CURSE FROM ME
 ASDFSADFASDF  
IT’S SO BITTER SWEET
POISON ME THE HAND THAT FEEDS
OPEN ME I NEED TO BLEED
CHASING DRAGONS EVIL DEEDS
WHY U TELL ME I SHOULD LEAVE
EVERYBODY GOTTA EAT
BABY PICK YOUR POISON PLEASE
INTO THE MOUTH OF THE BEAST
INHALING FUMES I DON’T EAT
HOT COALS UP UNDER MY FEET
I NEEDED SPACE JUST TO BREATH
WRITHING INSIDE OF A SCREEN 
STUCK IN A DREAM IN A DREAM
IN A DREAM IN A DREAM
IN A DREAM IN A DREAM 
WHERE I CONTROL EVERYTHING
DIGESTING FILTH FROM A FEED
HURT ME SOMEBODY PLEASE
WRITHING INSIDE OF A SCREEN
 STUCK IN A DREAM IN A DREAM
IN A DREAM IN A DREAM
IN A DREAM IN A DREAM

GOODBYE!! [4EVER?] [PROD.PLUCKSUNSET]

Toll Keeper – Song Description (Trap x Brutalstep)

A brutal confessional forged in distortion and dread, “Toll Keeper” is a trap-brutalstep hybrid that rips open the gates of spiritual warfare. Cory Fletcher delivers venomous verses over glitch-scorched basslines, cinematic brass hits, and orchestral stabs that bleed like scripture.

This track isn’t just music—it’s a reckoning. Raised in violence, hardened in Valley Lake Boys Home, and baptized in chaos, Cory spits from the mouth of his past: a life of numb lust, jailhouse survival, and soul-deep scars. Every hook is a scream. Every drop is a descent.

⚠️ Warning: This isn’t for the faint of heart. “Toll Keeper” dives into the war between faith and flesh, redemption and ruin. It’s the sound of chains breaking, of demons clawing, of truth bleeding through the beat.

For fans of: $uicideboy$, Scarlxrd, Ghostemane, Excision, and anyone who finds salvation in distortion.

Lyrics:
You want passage? Then pay the toll. Blood, soul, or silence. Choose wrong—and burn whole.

I’m the breath at the gate, the debt in the dark, Ledger got claws, every entry leaves a mark. Torch in my grip, I tally the screams, Sin is the currency, lies buy dreams.

Steel jaw locked, no mercy, no grace, Cross my bridge, I erase your face. Ash for the fee, bones for the debt, You beg for light—I charge regret.

Toll Keeper! I don’t blink, I don’t sleep! Soul Reaper! I count sins, I dig deep! Gate Sealer! You want through? Then bleed! Hell’s Dealer! I’m the price you never see!

I don’t deal with angels, I spit in their choir, My throne’s built from vows that expired in fire. You think you’re chosen? I brand chosen ones, Chains of guilt, tongues that weigh a ton.

I’m the echo in judgment, pause in the prayer, Silence that answers when no gods care. I’m the toll, the tax, the final breath, The whisper that walks you into death.

No coin? No plea? Then scream for me. I’ll carve your name in brimstone ink, And drag you down before you blink.

I brand the meek with martyr’s screams, Halos rust in my fever dreams. I lace the hymns with venom and dust, Crown the liars in sacred crust.

My altar’s built from broken oaths, Saints and sinners hang too close. I sip their guilt like communion wine, Then spit it back in a jagged line.

Toll Keeper! I don’t kneel, I don’t pray! Soul Reaper! I make saints decay! Gate Sealer! I choke light with flame! Hell’s Dealer! I baptize in shame!

I stitched the veil with betrayal’s thread, Every loop a promise the prophets fled. I dance on relics, grind holy bones, Laugh in tongues no priest condones.

My scripture’s etched in heretic cries, Gospel of rot where angels die. I twist redemption into a blade, And carve the faithful where they fade.

I’m the hymn that haunts the dying breath, The psalm that poisons grace with death. I wear the robes of fallen kings, Drag their crowns through rusted rings.

I toll the bell for the final rite, A dirge that swallows hope and light. You plead for mercy—I give you lore, Then slam the gate and ask for more.

Toll Keeper! I don’t bend, I don’t break! Soul Reaper! I feed on your ache! Gate Sealer! I drown truth in sin! Hell’s Dealer! I cash souls within!

I’m the last verse in your sacred book, The one they burned but still you took. I’m the echo in your final scream, The toll you pay to leave the dream.

No light, no path, no holy plea— Just me, the gate, and your final fee. So bleed your truth, and drop your name, I’ll brand your soul in ash and flame.

Toll Keeper! I don’t blink, I don’t sleep! Soul Reaper! I count sins, I dig deep! Gate Sealer! You want through? Then bleed! Hell’s Dealer! I’m the price you never see!

Toll Keeper

old song with bummy mix lmao

run it up cause im tryna get a beamer
hit the clutch, and im out, gotta leave her
i dont flex cash, hide it like its easter
stuff a band in the back, in my keister
100 dash, scared like a cat
btch talk back but she speak thru her fat
feel the wrath, kiss on my ass
only subtract but i cant do the math

i dont like fck shit that u doin
whip axe if im tryna get it movin
spit fax yeah i print all these women
get back cause im tryna get it groovin

CITRUS PEOPLE (FEAT.V!Z)

ZPHINKTERR

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