[LYRICS]
YOU LOOK AT ME U SEE THE GREEN AND IN THE RED MY EYE 
IF THERES ONE THING I CAN NOT STAND HERE FUCKING WASTING TIME 
I WISH I COULD WRITE DOWN THE THINGS THAT GO ON IN MY MIND 
U DONT HOP IN WHEN IM IN SPACE THE U GET LEFT BEHIND 
FUCK 
I HATE EVERYTHING 
SUCKS BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHY
LIKE THOUGHT REGURGITATION FLIES 
IF I HAD I TOUCHED IT THEN IT DIES 
IF I HAD TOUCHED IT DECAYS 
THERES TOXIN SEEPIN IN MY BRAIN 
MY BEST SUGGESTION GET AWAY 

6YXX WHO SIX NOONE BITCH KILL YOURSELF 
WHO IS THIS IN MENTAL A MENTOR ITSELF 
WHO IS THIS INDIVIDUAL WHOS SCREAMING IN THE MICROPHONE 
WARPING TIME LINES INTERSECTING PORTAL TRAPPING IDK 
TOLD THAT ILL GO FOREVER WHAT I DONT WANNA GO 
HOVER OVER TAKE U SNATCH U UP AND U GET ANAL PROBED 
SCREAMING BREAKING EVERY SHAKEN HATRED TANKIN IDK 

COME ON TO MY PLANET WHERE LIVING IS NOT YOUR OPTION 
COME ON TO MY PLANET WE’RE LIVING AND U AN OP THEN 
IF U RUN UP ON MY PLANET GET PLANTED CAUSE YOU AN OPPOSITE 
SCREAMING CAUSE A PANIC CANT STAND THEY YELLING STOP THAT SHIT 

6YXX IS NOT A PUNK HES A JUNKIE WHOS NEVER USED DRUGS 
ZPHINKTERR WHO THE FUCK HE IN SUCCY HE JUST A NEW BLOOD 
GREEN FACE DEMON I MEAN IT SO FUCK IT NO LOVE 
TAKE YOUR HEART AND EAT IT YA BLEEDING SAY FUCK IT NO LOVE

CRUSHING PLANETS WITH MY GREEN HAND

[LYRICS]

[VERSE 1]
BREAK YA FUCKING RIBS I PUT MY FIST ROGHT DOWN YA THROAT 
ID STAY AWAY BECAUSE IM PISSED I CLENCH MY GRIP AND THEN U CHOKE 
I HATE U PUSSIES NEED TO KILL URSELF GO FUCKING FIND A ROPE 
I WATCH U DIE THE WHITE UR EYES U DONT KNOW WHY OR WHERE U GO 

I MIGHT RIP OFF YOUR FUCKING FACE 
I HATE U 
BREAK YOUR FUCKING LEGS 
I BREAK U 
6YXX IS JUST A PHASE 
DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY 
EVERYTHING I HATE 
NO I IDENTITY

[VERSE 2]

I KNOW WHERE TO GO THE WAY U CLEAR DONT FUCKING KNOW 
I WARP MY SELF TO SEE A FRACTAL FICTION FIGHTER IN THE SNOW 
TO TAKE AWAY THE SELF FROM SELF THEN LOOK AT SELF AND NOW BEHOLD 
A HUSK A SHADOW DUSK AND SHALLOW TRUST WITHOUT A FUCKING SOUL 


EYES EYES ALL I SEE IS EYES 
SAY GOODBYE FUCK ALL IS STALIN NO PEOPLE NO PROBLEMS WHY 
MUST U ALL COEXISTENT IM NON EXISTENT 
WATCHING ME DEACAY 
THE SYMBIOTE IN THE WAY ILL DETACH U FROM FUCKING BRAIN 

MATTER BRAIN SPLATTER CONCRETE 
GREEN SPLATTER ON ME 
CAN RESURRECT A ZOMBIE 
THERES NOTHING NOT ANS ILL KEEP 
YOURE A FUCKING (DONKEY)
YOURE A FUCKING (BEATS WHAT FUCKED IT UP)
BASTARD FAGGOT STAGNANT QUARTER POCKET AMBER CROMBIE 

[VERSE 3 V!Z]

Meat eater carnivore, Feelin like the god of war, see glowing eyes up in the dark that’s me best run and lock your doors

I see you on the internet you stalking on my page, I’ll make a pussy's neck snap as I sock em in the face

Yeah when I die up on this planet yeah where the fuck do you think we go?, Do you think we go up straight to heaven or maybe burn straight down below, I'll be like Shang Tsung yeah fucking snatch and eat your soul, I'm that green face demon I'm the weapon yeah no pole yeah

No pole (X16)

Die, die please mother fucking die
This reality is mine I don't want you to be alive
Your love, joy, sadness and anger yeah I'll deprive
Ghost Rider penance stare yeah fuckin stare up to my eye

ALUMINUM CHICKEN BLASTER

https://open.spotify.com/track/3FnkvhyG8T08A3Jxm5ldip?si=XYK-43pjTsmcKFFLV24Gsg

Ft/prod @voidkys and @xyrnhangyourself
Art by @carnenatum

MACHETE FREESTYLE W/V O i D+XYRN [V O i D]

Track 1 of Hunting Season by Hatchetsaw

produced & masterd by me
featuring @lyface

lyrics.


Hatchet.

Custom glock 17, shooting clips at yo bitch mf ass
In the humvee with Facelesss, bitch we shattering skulls like its some mf glass
Fully loaded mag, in my mf spas
A faggot in my sight, yeah watch him spaz
Gut then beat him with my bare fucking hands
Selling that shit and making hella stacks

Did I tell you the definition of insanity?
Chopper gunners bring the motherfucking calamity
we tear the skin of his face, pure brutality bitch
Pushing the traitors to insanity
Pushing my fucking blade to his motherfucking cavity
Sending death threats to his mf family
My bullets delete you from reality bitch

Got UAVs in the skies, we can see you on the radar
Got my sights on his head, bitch he wont get far
Got to much swag bitch, you gon get smoke a cigar
SPAS 12 on my hip, bitch call me fucking tsar (faggot)

Got UAVs in the skies, we see you on the radar
Got my sights on his head, bitch he wont get far
To much swag bitch, you gon get smoke a cigar
SPAS 12 on my hip bitch, call me fucking tsar

Facelesss.

Faggot in my iron sights shoot u with my mf carbine
Stomp on a mf Land mine
Watch out nigga imma stab u from Behind
Stand In line put a nine in yo brain like a mf Combine
Stand In line put a nine in yo brain like a mf Combine

Got a Glock on my hip with a custom grip
I got too much drip ur about to get clipped
Taking psychedelics now I’m gonna fucking trip
Ak with a drum mag that’s what i have equipped 
x3

Ak on my back, fully strapped with the fucking mag
x2

Dessert eagle in my hand
Casings all over the sand Sand
Uav in the sky
Finna get fucking Scanned
x2

Ak on my back, fully strapped with the fucking mag
Ak on my back, fully strapped with the fu--

Got a Glock on my hip with a custom grip
I got too much drip ur about to get clipped
Taking psychedelics now I’m gonna fucking trip
Ak with a drum mag that’s what i have equipped 
x2

HUNTSMAN W/ FACELESSS [HATCHET]

feat: @sovietfucker / @sinisosasinner
prod: @triplesixdelete
art by: @bleedingtoothart_ on ig

Lyrics:
Grief:
Please stop wastin' all my time
I don't care 'bout spittin' rhymes
I got racks on top of stacks, I'm makin' money all the time
I just say what's on my mind, don't got time and I don't write
Doin' wrong, don't care 'bout right, I smoke yo pack and that's on sight

And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife
And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife

Sovi:
Now it’s time for me to say some few things
My body stings
Have rotten wings
Look at the chaos that I bring
Don’t waste no time
Now fuck the rhymes
I feel like my life slowly declines
I cannot lie I always crave to fucking die
Now can’t you see that I’m out of it
Can’t you see that I need a fucking fix
My mind is playing tricks I need a fucking hit
There’s no time
Do the crime
There’s no wrong or there’s a right
But don’t you ever waste my motherfucking time

Grief:
Please stop wastin' all my time
I don't care 'bout spittin' rhymes
I got racks on top of stacks, I'm makin' money all the time
I just say what's on my mind, don't got time and I don't write
Doin' wrong, don't care 'bout right, I smoke yo pack and that's on sight

And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife
And thats on sight bitch
I use my lighter as a light, as I'm takin' out yo wife

WASTin' all my time {w/ SOVI} {p. TRIPLESIXDELETE}

prod. by @lyface
art by @andrew.vis

lyrics: https://genius.com/H8tred-garmadon-lyrics

Garmadon

Garmadon (prod. Facelesss)

𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚏𝚝. 𝚏𝚟𝚔𝚣𝚡𝚛𝚘 (𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍. 𝙱𝚕𝚡𝚛𝚛)

thats my shit

DIS WAS SUPPOSED 2 B A HALLOWEEN TRACK BUT NVM I GUESS LOL
SHOUTOUT MY GOAT TABICORE 4 THE ART 💚💚💚
SPOTIFY RELEASE SOON !!!

PUMPKIN BASHER (PROD. LEZV!E)

Alexander Leppink-BATFEST! (Englisch)

Lyrixxx:

[Verse 1: OsamaSon & xaviersobased]
Bustin' out the bricks so I don’t gotta strip
Yeah, ho sixteen turnin' twenty-six
A-AMG hit one-eighty, came with a switch
Bust a right, bust a left, sports mode quick
Make 'em uncomfortable, them niggas ain’t on shit
I told Gen to watch the car 'cause they on my hip
All these bitches on my cock 'cause they know I'm him
Play bustin', my fault, I was at the gym
Pou-poured up straight ocean, I don't remember how to swim
Fifteen for the jeans, another fifteen for the denim trim
All this lean got me leanin', I don't need a pill
Still popped the half a Xan’ and Perc’ 'cause I don’t wanna feel
M-M-M5 got me jumpin' out the gym
Who these boys think they flexin'? You is not him
Come back home, hit the block, now the block trim
Nigga think he ballin' ’til Lil O block him
All— a-all these ones in my pockets, stripper dancin'
Nigga thought he bool 'til he seen the MAC-10
I don't gotta hit on a bitch, they be straight mackin'
Don't hop in this whip if you straight lackin'
I just hit my crip like, "What's brackin'?"
He know it's goin' on 'cause I put the stats in
Fifty on the drum, bitch, I'm blitzed, I need to sack him
12 hit the lights, nigga, you know I hit the back ends
Geeked up, poured up with Backend
That's my twin, send them shooters and they smackin'
We don't miss no shots, no assist, straight tagged 'em
Your girl beat, so I need Xav to tap in (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
Uh, huh, I get a bag like, uh
In this life you can't take a shortcut (Ayy, ayy)
Ball hoggin', bitch, I'ma chuck
You think that's from around me? Yeah
Back in the day, tried to turn up
Now that I got it I turn up
Xav in the party, oh shit
1c in this shit and it won't change
Transportin' bows on the highway (Yeah)
Shit been gettin' crazy, yeah, it feel strange
But I gotta get used to this damn change (Change)
Shorty let me shag, energy exchange, ah (Yeah)
Yeah, this whole game, yeah, it's free reign (Yeah)
Yeah, it's goin' so fast, outta of my lane (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, your bitch play this shit 'cause this shit crazy (Yeah)
And your bitch on my dick 'cause I risk take
She ask me if I love her and I drew a blank
Remember hoopin' with my pops, yeah, in Riverbank
If I get another call, I'ma go insane
Niggas stealin' swag, yeah, that shit is inhumane
You think you better than me? Nigga, come again
Stack it up, nigga, I can only gain
Don't wanna get locked up, I can't get detained
No, it ain't too many hoes that I entertain
Yeah, this too much information for your membrane
Yeah, like, can you maintain? (Maintain)
Yeah, yeah, can you maintain? (Maintain)
1c, nigga, I remain (Remain)
Bad MILF bitch from Ukraine (Ukraine)
Yeah, this music go straight through your veins (Veins)
Two hands on the chop' when I spray (Spray)
Don't play with my bread, I don't play (Play)
Yeah, bitch, my pocket blue cheese
Shawty, she eat like a buffet
I think these niggas cliché
Go and get my bitch a bouquet

xaviersobased (ft. osamason) - uncomfy [osamason only + slowed + reverb]

nostalgia musics during this existential crisis