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EYES CLOSED 02:56
Made up of clouds, a prophet of doubt. Nothing destroys you as fast as yourself. Holding the doom inside of the womb; It's sleeping so dearly but soon you'll see clearly. Your infant is incubated for the death of us all. The cliche of the human race will fall comes so quick he can't even crawl. Crafted by thunder, only serving the sunder. Here to destroy and I'm made for the plunder. Spewing blood and I'm eating the chunder. Thrive in desolation, deathly occupation, bloodly saturation, the infatuation, feelin so frustrated, you don't understate it. Motherfucker, loving death like an undertaker. Demons rip their way through time and take our soul, hung out to dry. Your head implodes from all the pain, the reaper himself takes your life. Apocalyptic child with death inside his eyes. He closed the door he waits to see if you'll survive. Eyes closed. Sleeping in the sawdust. Rolling in the saw rust. Standing tall like a god must, doing drugs; Snorting elephant tusk. Crush it up, crush it up. Doing drugs; smoking up the bone dust. Smell the death in the air, feel their fear, running on the blood lust.
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TRASH GVNG 02:39
TRASH GANG I got that trash gang in my front pocket Posting pictures hoping for exposure Posing pathetic Face mask is looking aesthetic You dont know You dont know Keep my clique on the low We just keep it going Ay we play life on the slow Pop it, drop it low like a 808 slow heavy In the trunk boom making earthquakes in my room Got the chronic in a wood Shnxman whipping up what's good Shnxman zipping up the hood Shnxman trash gang in my blood Ay build it up Now break it down Octave low like davy jones Heart is on the ground Running out Like my battery is dead I'm so disconnected Just plug it in my head Trash gang
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clout4free 02:18
I got nothing but that bad luck, bad luck licked up like what Slam crew got fucked, ay swing in with the bad luck You don't understand nothin What the fuck, what the fuck do you want? Do you want some clout for free, talking shit on me, i'll just smoke my weed, laughing quietly, looking silently, watching over the horizon pleasntly, the sun soaks over me and I sweat Sweating out the shit that kills me in my head and I sweat Sniff and sneeze just to do it all again I got nothing but that bad luck, bad luck licked up like what Slam crew got fucked, ay swing in with the bad luck You don't understand nothin What the fuck, what the fuck do you want? Do you want it so bad, giving up all that you have Hands up in the air, bang bang your dead Mother father coming to visit your grave again The coffin is your friend, lord and savior til the end Except your past that chapter, yeh you're swimming with the fucking dead Can you backstroke bitch? Can you backstroke? I got nothing but that bad luck, bad luck licked up like what Slam crew got fucked, ay swing in with the bad luck You don't understand nothin What the fuck, what the fuck do you want? Do you want some clout for free? And I sweat Sweating out the shit kills me in my head And I sweat Sniff and sneeze just to do it all again
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LIPPY BITCH 02:45
lippy bitch hillbilly shit like a trailer park moving it like pablo escobar shifting the continents in the dark intercontinental entourage shifting skulls and cracking bulls at the flick of a switch you disappear for good you coming in hot with your mixtape and shit but you seem to see this my hood producing my shit i'll produce all of your shit in fact I'll make all the beats and write the words for your clique its a fact, we better, kid, you irrelevant now you wanting it stepping on toes i got broke boy shit we taking the game from out of your hands you wasted potential for licks lippy bitch pilly dick sniffing too much of that shit chronic slip bet you bitch thinks this a diss well she a bitch talking cheap outta her lips making it up, stirring the shit holding the torh, i rap like olympic 100 metre gold like my collection dont talk to me im too busy flexxing on a bitch dont talk to me im too busy hexxing on a bitch lippy bitch
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Misread Miss-communicated, got you waiting, you don't seem to see the sun setting Please, walk away from these thieves inside the templke of disease You deceased, saturation bleeds You freeze, frozen in the breeze Account frozen by the fees First they take your eyes Make their next move a surprise Where next do they slice? Open up a prize, pinata demise Intestines, suffocating on your bile Wrap it up like an 8 Mile Bury you inside the nile Eyelids removed, arms gone I'm defiled Mob hit, issa mob hit Mafia shit with the tommy gun clique Youse a John Doe now No face recognition bitch, you got hacked by the fucking tommy gun clique Dillinger shit Outta jail free with no fees Walk right out the penitentiary with the bs Stars in the night, tattooed on my knees Ain't no god in the sky, I decide to believe Ay agnostic or atheist, I'm playing this, no praying bitch, I'm displaying this vulgar power with hatred fueled fists and shit Misread
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GRIT 02:27
Fuck that. Move back. Ziplocked in Finessed again Make bands not friends The ice burnt in your skin Frozen over again Leanin, a crack fiend, fiending Scratching skin to feel feeling Bleed on to the carpet, how'd it get on the ceiling? You flexxin, I ain't impressed and you make no impression You pressin, for us to invest into your friendship Try to click with the clique, but this ain't kid shit This is Chronic Shnxman with his Slam Crew of bandits We kick this We kick that You talk shit We fight back We hit hard I spit shards, I shout words that pierce hearts No pulse, you done now Eyes closed, brain in your eyebrows Drink your blood, cut your soul out Chronic will send you to hell Fuck that Move back Ay you know what it is

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A bunch of lit ass songs to hail Satan, smoke weed and drink cheap piss too haha!

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released January 8, 2018

Produced by Shnxman.
Vocals engineered by Lucas Creary on tracks 4 and 8.

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