Exile

Woow
Woow
Mr You fallen
Yeah
Yeah Yeah

Surrounded by fake mother fuckers need to break em off
Rather see you fail every step than see you taken off
The beast inside of me risen from his slumber he waking up
First thing in the morning grab the bottle then its bottoms up

I'm fucked up, yeah... I'm sick inside of the head
COVID-19 infecting my brain stem
With every passing day, we're getting closer to the end
Burn me down to ashеs and just throw me to the wind

Finger on thе trigger yeah I swore I was done
The hate inside my heart can go extinguish the sun
Creepin in the night you see the gleam of my gun
Get put inside a body bag and left in the dump

I want, to watch, you fuckin, die you know that
Ride, or die, I'm down, to ride, I show that
You grindin, for nothin, where is, the growth at
Blade in, my fist, I run..up, and throw that

Livin in despair
Lucid nightmares
Got lost inside the static passed the point repair
Its mental warfare
Watch me float in midair
I'm hollow to the core
There's no one in here

Me and gang eatin' we sit down to a feast
Got the steel toes on they bout to shatter your teeth
Shoot Lightning from my fingertips I feel like I'm sheev
Shinobi trained pull the mortal blade from the sheath

Fake mother fuckers show you love when they can benefit, they venomous, they wanna see you broke down to your skeleton
Drop the guillotine we takin heads and then we sever em
The seven-headed dog we the beast straight out of the testament

Deatheater

I See a stone-cold killa
It reflects in the glass
You mothafuckas really think that I’m just one in the mass
I got the mind of a menace
Creeping up in the grass
And I be tearing at your flesh until your time has been passed

I be
One call
From unleashing the beast
Cos I know what you expecting
And it’s comin to be
Just wait a couple whisper bars so I can blend in the beat
Cos I’m boutta hit this shit with that eater energy

Imma murk a motherfucker leave him up in the gutter
These fuckers know
That the eaters victims never recover
I’m spittin and killin creating the villain
Your carcass lay under covers
I better get back before I end up fuckin killing another

Takin a bat
To slap these pussies that be talkin the game cos
These fuckas lame they just be living with the false hope of fame
They hear my name
And they runnin for the hills

Pussy mothafuckas always wanna be the first to betray they brothers when it comes to the bills

AK3K

I need racks where the bag at
I got straps they from baghdad
Run it back on my last lap
Bitch don’t make me get the last laugh

Nicotine gon fill my lungs
Mixed with marijuana smoke
Pop a couple bottles
Take a tab and then i’m bouta float
Trippin out my body
Now i think i see a fucking ghost
Man up in mirror
Thinking life is such a fucking joke

Dump the fuckin clip
Like i’m slaughta bitch
Hop up in the booth
Yeah you know i’m bout to slaughta shit
Fulfilling my prophecy
Obsessions with suffering
In love with with the fuckery
Nobody gon fuck with me

Black mask
Pad lock
Body bag
Black heart
White bitch on dick
Ain’t been that way from the start

Drugs are keeping me numb
I run away from the love
This life it was never fun
Been dreaming of eating slugs

Buckshot
Let the shotty pop
Watch the the fucking body drop
I can’t feel my face
So i can never let the party stop

Mvko keep that mask on cause it’s blast off
Keep mask off for the last shot