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BIRTH (PROD. SHNXMAN)
02:46
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GUACAMOLLY (PROD. DUB A)
02:28
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Guacamole in my nostril, call it avacado drip
I got controversial lyrics in the gun, extended clip
Mixing Molly with some weed call that avacado dip
I don't fuck around with money but I need enough for ticks
I got boys like they soldiers don't be crossing us
Neversoft roll like boulders, hit the posse up
Bathing in the dirt, feathers flying leave a trail of dust behind
You cannot follow me, my legacy of dirt gets right in your eyes
Working harder than the next one
Taking spaces, breaking paces, gleaming with a frown turned up, flex on
Tearing down the rules of what you have to do and who you have to be
In order to succeed, you're gonna have to go ahead and kill your whole family
Sign the dotted line
Leave your life behind
Nah fuck that, middle finger up to all that piss patch, wank stained, mismatched convoluted saturated industry we following
Can't break away, so you kneel down, beg for food and start swallowing
But I swallow pills to stay on top
With some hollow will, I can't stray this lot
But my path unclear, it lead into crops
So I popped a tab and signalled out to gods
Yeah fuck you seen, ain't writing shit but my verses on a few broken screens
I keep clear of messaging these hungry, cannabilistic cloutless fiends
I got way too many messages to keep a mother fucking grip on
I only speak to true to the ones who speak to me without a list of
Lies and complicated kinda rhymes that only seem to make sense in middle of the night
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We got blades in hide out
Waves like tides out
Painful cries out
Hateful psyche outs
Spike the Sprite now
Lighter fights outside
The door at night
Enjoy the smoke
Slap me up
The side of my lungs
Teach me native tongue
And I'll talk to none
I use the dialect to re arrange a language into
spiteful fun
I choose a higher spec of thought to speculate myself into a shun
Yeah I hurt myself
Day to day
Rehabilitate
My mental state
With themes of death I cannot mitigate
So do not situate
With me don't even think or even start to contemplate
I can't feel my face
So I cut deep to try replace
My eyes with teeth
And tongue with straw
Chew myself raw
I feel the pain
Inside my core
Like sit ups on a rusty bed of nails
And I know I'm sick I'm always pale
I hold a pack of weed so close to me
And I smoke in hopes of an epiphany
And I scissor kick like karate kids
Blindfolded inside a pool of shit
I'm pushing shit like sodomists
Sodomize the world with my lyrics bitch
You a lil kid with a lil dick
See it in your eyes I'm positive
You sleeping on us but that's cool we don't care
We rolling so deep, the water unclear
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Leave a mark just like a band aid
You left too quick, so the mark will fade
You're so goddamn fake, you be man made
It's a damn shame, you're a damn waste
Put my pencil to the paper and I cannot write, I can't even fucking stand straight, sit tight sit tight
Til the sunrise, til I see right
But for now light, is another couple hours off
I got time
All these questions that I ask, are mere projections of my mask
Doing the same things
That I've always done, don't blame me
Just want to live my life
I want live it always hazy
Tick tock tick tock tick tock goes the clock, but I'm not counting shit
My speakers are so loud that I never even notice it
Hold it the fuck up?
Nah I'm busting through my fuck ups
I cover them with drug dust
Think about them undercovers
Like CSI
But I gotta away before they even realised
I was hiding right before there eyes
You fakes are all so blind
How do you even write?
I guess you don't, you bite
You biting all the pies
Chewing mouth off time
Mixing nothing right
It's seems as if the chef, been smoking off the pipe
Shnxman bored now, on the look out
Searchin for a spark to light, and fan the flames until it's bright, sending smoke up to the sky, signals to a lonely night, none to notice my demise, they sleeping with the covers tight
Good to know tho, cause now I know where to direct my promos
Fast lane changed to slow mode
I want you all to see what it's like for me to bare my all and breathe, with my lungs exposed publically
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Put I knife to my neck, now I can't feel a thing
All thee faces tryna get at me, they think I'm on the br_nk
Hold back, I can't take that ho, acting like you know me
Cold facts, just a bitter word can't tell 'em whatchu think
Put a stake in my chest
Pull it out, make mess
Paint the wall with my slush
Wipe the rest on your vest
Babies cry in the lights
As you quiet them with knives
Watching grey turn to black
As they skin pale white
One grave, two souls
But neither felt the dirt
Three Heads, Six Hands
We eat them and disperse
3 6 like Texas but carved into your flesh
No hymns to be sung, no throats inside their neck
I can feel your hands
Inside my back
Trachea removed
Esophagus is next
Wear me like a costume
I'd rather be a suit
Button up my torso
And stitch my face to boots
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SUCCUBUS (PROD. SHNXMAN)
03:38
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Fuck your broken heart, you still got no right
Fucked up in the head, like there's no light
Wired tight like a fucking barbed knight, in the night
With a couple knives and a blackened broadsword swipes
At your 'testines
Cause you sneak a couple peeks, make a couple jokes
Hitting up the bitch, but she don't want your dick
Blame on some shit - not the fact that you're just another fucking basic kid.
(so you)
Give her pills and make her happy
Make her sleepy, take her back and
Do some shit, no, she's too relaxed
I hope you die, you rapist scum
You ruin lives, to boast about some fucking pussy
But you made her feel so fucking worthless
Took her hopes and fucked them empty,
I'd catch a case so don't fucking tempt me
Stab a rapist - fuck the entry
Kill a fucking rapist
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GIVINGUP (PROD. preyxo)
03:13
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Waking up to just pour another 2
I just don't want to live and I don't have a clue
Why the fuck these motherfuckers try to flex so hard
Chronic Shnxman glides in silence, hand in hand with ultra violence
Like slice yah nack with a rusty sawblade type beat
Rip my sack on to a bitch, she never heard of me
That's the way I like it
That way I can I leave in silence
Never hear from me again
Shnxman leaves you while your crying
None of you
Owe the world
Anything
I do not
Want to beg
But I must
Regrettably
Put my trust
Into some
That I dont
Even know
But I won't
Give it up
Ay give it up
Giving up
Chronic like a monarch
With the colors in my Sonic
Sound based hydroponic
Kinda sticky can't control it
Chronic wants a naughty bitch who gonna give him head no stopping
Satan ain't that evil, he still likes to see that pussy popping
Trust me I would fuck you but I'm busy making fire
Besides, the more you get to know me the less you like this guy
Taking mental notes of others, so I try to keep it quiet
I obtained these numbers cause im working hard, yeah I don't buy them
None of you
Owe the world
Anything
I do not
Want to beg
But I must
Regrettably
Put my trust
Into some
That I dont
Even know
But I won't
Give it up
Ay give it up
Giving up
I want to kill you all
Ima slice your neck to your balls
Open you up, have a lil crawl
Eat it up
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ＣＨＲＯＮＩＣ⛧ＳＨＮＸＭＡＮ Wellington, New Zealand
Wellington, NZ.
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