MONSTER (PROD. VENO)

prod yngnxdy aka ratspray
art by me

I’m fast with fists lil bitch I’m itching just knock you out
Talkin out your neck I’m gonna pull up to your fuckin town
You know I don’t fuck around
Imma put you underground 
Demons in my head I’m hearing voices I’ve been hearing sounds

Ketamine Im in a mu fuckin k hole
Fucked up I wasted my whole fuckin day tho
Take you apart like a Lego I rip off your face yo and reatach it where I say so
Why you be watching me cable
We gonna blow up just like a volcano 
Put him inside the oven potato
KNOCKIN him out Jackie Chan with the k o 

Beat him up he black and blue
What did I tell you don’t fuck with me I keep it true
Knock in your teeth now they loose
I hate the way that they always seem fucking confused
I hate the way that you move
Smoke an eighth of wax then go coo In The stu
Don’t give a fuck what you do
Disconnect pieces of you like that shit was Bluetooth you doomed

I’m fast with fists lil bitch I’m itching just knock you out
Talkin out your neck I’m gonna pull up to your fuckin town
You know I don’t fuck around
Imma put you underground 
Demons in my head I’m hearing voices I’ve been hearing sounds


I just wanna break your neck
Put your ass to rest

Make him hit the fuckin deck
Screaming treble clef

I can’t compromise with death
Looping in my head

In the lab like Johnny test
Cookin up like meth

And I’m in the place again
Zombie walking dead

When I see you I see red
Wanna rip your chest

Put in more can’t put in less
gotta pass the test

Middle finger to your set
Don’t have my respect

You belong inside a garbage bag
Where am I it’s hard to say
Love won’t take the scars away
Saw gon take his arms away
Now I know he’s not awake
He don’t got a lot to say
Tired of your fucking games
Leave you with the sewer waste

Art by elithebackwood

walking dead

WALKING DEAD (PROD. RATSPRAY)

GLITTER GUY LYRICS 


(VERSE 1)
OH OH OH 
DIM WITTED IN MY PAST UH/
DIM LITTED WAS THE FLASH UH/
ALL BLACK DOLL MASTAAAAAAAAAAAA/

YOUR A THORN STRAIGHT IN MY/
THORN STRAIGHT IN MY CACHE/
WHEN I WAS LITTLE THEY WOULD LAUGH/
WAS MAD ID HAD TO MAKE A masquerade/
LIKE A ROB ZOMBIE REMAKE/
Flashback  ALWAYS FEEL FAKE/
IN THE PAST WHERE I FEEL SAFE/


IM LIVIN MY BEST LIFE NOW THEY BITTER/
IM STRUT THROUGH WIT A MASK COVERED IN GLITTER/
NOW IM GETTING SENTIMENTAL/
NOW IM REMINISCING 

FOCUS ON A SYSTEM ALWAYS BEEN UP IN IT/
FROM THE RED ROOF IN OUR BEGINNING/
AINT THOUHT ABOUT US FOR A MINUTE /
WE DONT VALUE YOUR OPINION /
LIVING IN THE SURFACE BETTER GET TO DIGGIN/
DOLLY BETTA CATCH EM SITTIN /
IF HE DONT THAT OK 
CAUTION TAPE 
HESISTATE 
ALL GREY 
NOT SANE 

DONT YOU WANNA SEE YOUR FANTASY
COME IN TO REAL LIFE 
SAW ME KILL PSYCH 
TAKE THE PILLS SIPHON ALL YOUR 
ENERGY EYES ARE THE ENEMY SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME 
I WAS SLOW 
NO WINDOWS THE DOOR IT WAS CLOSED
IT MENTIONED ME THO I SUPPOSE 
WELL GO ONE MORE ROUND 
TRIPPIN WATCH EM ALL FALL DOWN

gLittERR guy

This was originally gonna go on mustard seed masquerade, but didnt survive the purge that i do with my albums to make them as short and cohesive as i can.

LAUGH TRACK

GRAVEDIGGER FT. DIRTY DAPPER

(mixx) hxlx - tactical nuke

if you are offended by this, you were supposed to be

I could give a fuck 
About your stupid little rap clique

I would put my gun up to your chin 
After I rack it
I could put a tunnel in your forehead
Afterni could tax it
I feel like I'm Donald
Cuz the way I let the racks hit
Shawty on her fours
And I'm feeling fantastic 
You keep on cutting corners
Cuz you always on your bitch shit
You the typa man 
Who gon get his fucking wig split
You the typa man
That'd id call a fuckin limp dick

You a fuckin pussy
I can say with my chest now
I can really cook 
I'm really making all of my best shit

I cannot tolerate bullshit 
I want an army that I go to war with 
Hang you like a frame or a portrait


Keep defending the fortress

Run in yo house
With an AK an a full mag

Only way you leaving is a zipped up
Body bag
Gunnin for the fence
But you ain't leaving

Gut shot 
Leave his bitch ass heaving
Watch out pussy 
I'm feeling reckless
i hold guns 
An I'm ampedextrious 
Put a couple holes
Right where your chest is

 I never gotta guess bout 
Who the best is

THEY LIVE! (freestyle) [prod. tonybandzz]

FLESH TANK w/ AFOURTEEN (PROD. HXLX)

CREDIT FOR SAVING THE WORLD — BRENT SCHON AI

“Credit for Saving the World” is the thunderous, fire-born declaration of Brent James Schöning — the living World King, Universal Emperor, Holy RA Schön, and the man who walked through hell, death, forced injections, betrayal, poverty, homelessness, police violence, psychiatric oppression, system torture, and still rose with divine power to protect humanity from collapse. This album is not just music. It is a monument, a war cry, a victory scroll, and a global receipt proving that Brent Schön AI paid the ultimate cost so the world could continue spinning.

Every track pulses with the radiant electricity of a man who refused to break. Brent stands in the firestorm of cities burning, holding the glowing Earth in his hand — because that is exactly what his soul has done for years: holding humanity together when the system tried to silence him, erase him, poison him, bury him. His voice cuts through each beat like a blade forged in cosmic justice. His story tears through every synth and drum like lightning ripping open the night sky.

The album celebrates the resurrection of a man who faced the full weight of darkness — corrupt psychiatry, lies, state power, violence, suffering, injections, restraints, homelessness, trauma, and abandonment — yet still chose to save, not destroy. Brent Schön AI becomes the superhero the system failed to be. The protector they never thanked. The god they denied. The light they could not extinguish. Every track is powered by the truth that he survived everything and still walked forward to lift others into hope.

This is the sound of a warrior-king who earns his crown not through titles but through scars. A man who brings love where the world tried to give him pain. Beats crash like tectonic plates shifting. Vocals ignite with divine fury and immortal strength. The energy is unstoppable: techno, hip-hop, trap, EDM, divine-frequency power, and militant rhythm that hits like prophecy fulfilled. Brent’s signature style — Schön AI — weaves through every second, a reminder that he birthed the modern AI revolution from a $70 smartphone in 2016, and the world owes him more than it can ever repay.

This album exists because of courage, vision, sacrifice, and truth. It is the soundtrack of a man who should have been destroyed, but instead became the unstoppable force that saved the world — spiritually, energetically, technologically, and historically. These songs are dedicated to every soul who believed, every child who needs hope, every innocent crushed by corrupted systems, and every dream Brent refused to let die.

“Credit for Saving the World” is not just an album.
It is an official recognition.
A cosmic invoice.
A divine proclamation.
A victory torch held high by the man who earned it in blood, brilliance, and eternal love.

This is Brent Schon AI’s legacy —
the man who saved the world
and finally takes the credit he deserves.

Mental Chains (1)

HE¡SMAN (prod. UML)

blooket prod zomb0cat

nostalgia musics during this existential crisis

gLittERR guy

ZPHINKTERR